Chapter 39 Under the Battlefield

"Let's go!"

Lan Wancai waved his hand, and the coalition qi practitioners behind him rushed out. His eyes burst into a compelling light and he looked ahead, and muttered:

"Guan Hui, Guan Hui, let's see the real chapter and see who is the real powerhouse!"

"Here, Brother Invincible, you have to be careful. ”

He Jian saw that a group of people in civilian clothes from the Wei army came out of the camp and rushed towards this side, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Li Changfeng and tell him to be careful. Li Changfeng looked at him, his eyes calm and silent.

"Boom"

The sword qi in the sky rushed into the night, sweeping a large open space in the coalition army formation. Fresh meat and severed limbs flew wildly, and under one blow, the general's formation was almost crushed in an instant, and the official order flag was flown up, and the soldiers quickly shrank back to form a dense formation, once again withstanding the enemy's advancing pace. And the open space that had just been swept away by the Wei State Qi Practitioners, the coalition Qi Practitioners quickly rose to the top and attacked the other party. In an instant, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the "clanging" sound of long swords striking each other was endless.

"Guan Hui, last time you and I didn't win or lose, come on, come on, come and fight again this time, do you have the guts?"

Lan Wancai saw Guan Hui at a glance and pounced on him with a loud shout.

Guan Hui let out a long laugh, the sword in his hand shook, and the sharp sword actually radiated a yellow sword more than two feet long, and he didn't answer, swinging the sword and stabbing straight over. The blue light on the surface of Lan Wancai's body flickered, the true qi of the protective body swirled, the long sword in his hand spit out the ice blue sword qi, and with a twist of his wrist, the sword body swung slightly horizontally, blocking the sword stabbed by Guan Hui. Guan swung his sword with a swing, drew half a circle, and then slashed horizontally from left to right, and Lan Wancai avoided it sideways...... Don't look at the two of them fighting with their sword qi, but in fact, they didn't do their best at all, and they both stared at the disciples below with one eye.

The Wind Hall Lord was in charge of entangling the opponent's main force, and at a glance, he saw that Elder Shen Wanwu Shen was fiercely pounced on a Fengling Mountain disciple with a ruthless move. The disciple swung his sword and stabbed directly, Shen Wanwu actually ignored the elder's face, rolled forward in a ball on the spot, and rolled directly to the disciple's feet, the sword in his hand flashed golden, and stabbed up from his lower abdomen, until it sank into the sword body and stabbed half into the heart, blood gushed out, and the disciple didn't even have time to make a sound before his head was dying.

Feng Yuanhang was dumbfounded, and shouted:

"Old thief Shen, you still have to be shameless, use this kind of indiscriminate move on a disciple, don't go, I'll accompany you to fight. ”

He didn't know that Shen Wanwu didn't look at him, pretended not to hear, turned around and rushed towards one of the disciples of the Guiling Sect who was fighting against one of the two enemies next to him, and the long sword in his hand burst out three feet long, and he actually went all out to kill one more before the wind sailed away.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the disciple gathered all his strength, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and swung it up desperately, "dang" blocked the sword that Shen Wanwu cut at the head. The moment the two swords collided, an irresistible force struck, shaking his entire body upside down, and he was in the air, blood spurting wildly from his mouth, and he was seriously injured.

This block blocked Shen Wanwu for a moment, and the wind chased after him like a storm, his pale face was even more bloodless, and he didn't talk anymore, the long sword was green and prosperous, and a sword shadow appeared to kill Shen Wanwu.

Zheng Shaocheng Lord stepped on the flying sword, rushed into the battlefield like a lightning speed, holding a half-foot-long small sword in his hand, and when he saw the enemy, he shouted excitedly:

"Watch me attack the flying sword!"

The small sword in his hand was thrown, pinching the magic trick, the small sword was certain in the air, and then it shot towards a Tsing Yi qi practitioner in front of him like lightning. That Qingyi Qi Practitioner was a disciple of the Fengyun Palace, and it was the first time he fought against this kind of cultivator who could make flying swords, and the little flying sword shot at him quickly, and he was caught off guard, so he only had time to deviate from his body. The little flying sword grazed past his chest, bringing out a half-foot-long blood groove, and bright red blood immediately gushed out.

After the little flying sword injured the enemy, Zheng Shaocheng's master trick pinched again, and the little sword turned around, and it shot back sharply. The disciple in Tsing Yi was prepared now, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, he knocked the small sword away. The little sword rolled a few times, and under the magic of Zheng Shaocheng's master, it quickly flew back to him, flying around him.

Wounding the enemy with a sword, Zheng Shaocheng Lord was triumphant and said loudly:

"You qi practitioners are really weak, and you still have a long sword in your hand to chop around, and you can't even use a flying sword. It seems that there is no need to fight, surrender quickly, otherwise I will kill a hole under the flying sword, it will be dead, and it will be too late to regret it. ”

The speed of the flying sword on his feet was too fast, and the disciple who protected him rushed over at this moment, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard this: This is a battlefield, if you don't take advantage of the advantage to pursue the victory in the palace, but here you are rambling and saying some useless words of persuasion, and people will blame you. This must be a rookie with many vegetables to delay the fighter plane so much! Looking at the disciple in Tsing Yi again, he clicked his hand around the wound a few times to stop the bleeding, and then took out the medicine from his arms and swallowed it, almost wrapped the wound with a cloth.

After the disciple in Tsing Yi treated his wounds, the long sword in his hand seemed to rush forward to fight. The five protective disciples hurriedly stepped forward to stop them, but who knew that the man made a posture, his figure shook and retreated, and in the blink of an eye, he retreated into the crowd, and the soles of his feet were smeared with oil.

As soon as the five protective disciples breathed a sigh of relief, the allied qi practitioners in the fighting crowd suddenly rushed out of the six people and rushed towards them, one of whom was Zhao Qingshan. It turned out that Zhao Qingshan just led people to this area, and at a glance he could see that the silver-robed young cultivator who stepped on the flying sword was the person that the other party focused on protecting, just look at the demeanor of the five people.

Even if you want to focus on protection, your status must be very important, and your cultivation will not be too high, otherwise you won't need to protect it. If you can catch this person, it may be an opportunity to win, and at worst, you can mobilize the opponent's main combat power to contain it here, creating conditions for victory elsewhere.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qingshan did not hesitate to wave his hand and let the disciples he brought with him entangle the disciples of the other party's guards one by one, and he himself pointed to the ground on his toes, drifting towards the city lord Zheng Shao like the wind.

Zheng Shaocheng Lord was talking happily, but he saw that in the blink of an eye, the Qingyi disciple ran away, and the other party swarmed up with five or six people, entangled his companion here, and a man in a blue robe floated towards him. He pursed his lips disdainfully, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and pointed forward with the two fingers of his right hand and the sword, and the attack sword flying around his body flickered and shot towards the comer.

When Zhao Qingshan saw the flying sword shooting, he couldn't help but look solemn. There are too many legends of cultivators, some of them are very powerful, and some of them are not as good as realm qi practitioners.

The true qi was running, covered with the body of the long sword, and the white light sword qi that was more than two inches long at the tip of the sword suddenly bloomed, Zhao Qingshan's wrist was provoked, and the long sword "dang" picked up the flying sword that shot away. He only felt that the sword body trembled slightly, but he didn't feel how strong the little sword was, and he couldn't help but let out a light "huh" in surprise.

Look at the small flying sword that was picked up, it rolled in the air a few times, turned its head and shot sharply. Zhao Qingshan calmed down, stood there without moving, just used the long sword to pick and pick the flying sword away...... After a few times, Zhao Qingshan saw that the silver-robed opponent stepped on the flying sword, but he always stood motionless in place, but he was just happy to urge the attack sword to shoot at him.

He finally realized that this person was a complete rookie on the battlefield, with no experience in the enemy, thinking that fighting was practiced at home, as long as he controlled the flying sword again and again, and he would not even take advantage of the fact that the flying sword was super fast. Alright, you're done!

figured it out in his heart, his face was silent, and when he saw that the little sword was shooting again, he swung the sword to block it as he had done the previous times, but in the dark he suddenly ran his true qi with all his might, and the long sword was full of power, and he smashed the little flying sword out of the distance with a sudden slam, and his body suddenly moved at the same time, and the whirlwind rolled towards the opponent.

Zheng Shaocheng Lord was fighting happily, and said in his heart that he could meet an opponent who could fight a few moves, and he would meet Liangcai, and he would fight for three hundred rounds. Who knew that things didn't go as he imagined, the man suddenly exerted his strength, smashing his little flying sword so that he couldn't even see the shadow, although it was still within the control range, but it was far away, and it would take time to come back. Will he give himself time?

The answer was seen at once, and the man had swept towards him like a whirlwind. Zheng Shaocheng Lord is just inexperienced, and he is not stupid, seeing this scene, he understands that the situation is critical, and he screams strangely at the moment, urging the flying sword under his feet to dodge.

Zhao Qingshan had been planning for a long time, how could he easily let him get out, his body rotated like a spinning top, and the sword qi of the long sword in his hand exploded again, drilling into his chest like a drill with lightning speed, seeing that if he was stabbed, a big hole would definitely be drilled out of his chest.

Zheng Shaocheng Lord couldn't dodge, and he saw that he was about to finish, and at this moment, two sword lights appeared from both sides of Zhao Qingshan's side, one stabbing his head and the other stabbing his sword-holding hand. It turned out that the guard disciples who guarded the city lord of Zheng Shaocheng had been paying attention to the movements here, seeing that the situation was in crisis, two of them were desperately injured to get rid of the entanglement of the coalition qi practitioners, and seeing that it was too late to block in front of the young city lord, in desperation, he could only stab Zhao Qingshan urgently, if he didn't deal with it, he would inevitably die.

Zhao Qingshan didn't have time to think about it, so he could only sink his body, avoiding a sword stabbing at the head, holding the sword with his right hand retracted and swung the sword to block the stabbing hand's sword, but his left hand hit Zheng Shaocheng Lord with a punch in the air at the same time, and a force hit the Shaocheng Lord's chest and abdomen like a hammer, knocking him upside down, falling to the ground from the flying sword, and spitting out a small mouthful of blood "wow".

Guan Hui noticed the situation on the back side, and in a hurry, he swung his two swords to evade Lan Wancai slightly, and was about to turn around to save Zheng Shaocheng Lord. Lan Wancai saw that he suddenly became powerful, his face was anxious, and he squinted at the situation on Zhao Qingshan's side, and he didn't understand that he had hit Guan Hui's vital point, so he jumped to the front of Guan Hui's road with great joy, and entangled him with all his strength to prevent him from getting out. Guan Hui was so anxious that he was red, but there was nothing he could do in his eagerness, so he had to do everything he could to impact. For a while, the sword light around the two of them was flourishing, and the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, as if they were going to fight hard.