"Blessing of the Wind God!"

A faint ripple rippled open, and the speed of the enemy troops in all directions increased dramatically, exceeding the expectations of Xin Wuwei and others, and they were caught off guard for a while!

"Shoot!"

When the Confucian scribe gave the order, Wu Long and the other Xinwu guards were already ready to attack, and when the enemy troops from all sides charged, Wu Long's luck shouted.

The bowstrings rang out in unison, and four or five hundred sharp arrows slashed the cold rays, with a dense and sharp sound of breaking through the air, like a net of death light covering the enemy.

The sword light and sword shadow, the stick shadow and the strong wind.

The small half-sharp arrow was knocked off and missed, most of them fell, and there were still no arrows killed, and it was estimated that only one or two hundred enemy soldiers were shot, and they were soon overwhelmed by the follow-up enemy army!

"Shoot ......" Wu Long frowned, and his luck was high again.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

As soon as Wu Long's words fell, the sound of dense and continuous huge forces crashed, and the first wave of enemy attacks had fallen.

The sword qi and swords, the stick smashes the palm, and there are many hidden weapons that shine in the eyes of the people.

The spear and shield defense line composed of the three teams of dragons, elephants and wolves shook and retreated in many places. More than a dozen giant shields were broken, dozens of giant shields were deflected, knocked flying, etc.

There are more than a dozen strong men, whose bodies are bouncing, directly crossing the defense line and entering the Xinwuwei camp.

There was a lot of agitation in the Xinwuwei camp suddenly......

Originally, Xin Wuwei expected that the enemy would only rush to the front of him with six or seven breaths (breath = seconds), which was enough for two or three waves of arrows to rain volleys.

Now it is four or five breaths rushing to the front, and the fastest one is only two or three breaths, which is only enough for Xinwuwei to shoot a salvo, and the second wave is too late!

"Wolves draw their swords to make up for it, assist, Dream Team throws!"

Wu Long was shocked, hurriedly changed his words, and ordered loudly.

"Lord (young master)?!"

At the same time, a large number of enemy troops were seen rushing towards Takeshin, who was alone.

There was a burst of cheers, and several people such as Du Heng, Feng Ya, Hongbo, and Liu Shi rushed out of the formation, and even the commanders such as Wulong and Wumeng hesitated.

"Retreat! Strictly guard the formation, and do not fight!"

Wu Xin shouted, and the mountain and river stick in his hand "swept away thousands of troops" with a move, rolling a large amount of sand and dust, with a blazing wind, blocking the impact ahead.

Immediately, the footsteps paused, and the body quickly reversed!

With the average cultivation of the enemy army and the number of masters, if Xinwuwei does not maintain the formation, do his best to maintain the increase and suppression of the iron-blooded evil qi, and try his best to give full play to the advantages of the army, he will not be an opponent at all, at least he will suffer heavy losses!

"Boom, boom, boom......"

When Wu Xin retreated, it was cold and the wind was howling.

More than a dozen sword qi swords, dozens of long sticks, and several fist winds blasted towards Wuxin in the air, directly sealing Wuxin's left, right, and front three parties!

Wu Xin frowned, held the mountain and river stick with both hands, and danced wildly at the speed of lightning.

The shadow of the stick is like a bar, the rolling air flow roars like a tornado, and it has a suffocating heat, forcing many enemy troops to get close.

Domineering blocked many attacks, but Wu Xin also lost the best time to retreat, and was surrounded by enemy troops in a blink of an eye!

The stick wind roared, the stick shadow continued, and the red fire was scorching, and the purple gold burned the body.

For a while, many masters who surrounded Wu Xin, among them the small semi-refining qi realm, were helpless, and they were shocked!

"That's what it feels ......"

Everyone besieged, Wu Xin could only rely on his feelings and brute force to protect himself and counterattack, he did not dare to abuse his internal strength, and each move left a little spare strength, and even all kinds of subtle moves were completely useless, and gradually faded away.

However, as the fierce battle continued, Wu Xin felt that his comprehension of the "Martial God Heart Sutra" had improved by leaps and bounds, and he was fighting completely by virtue of the mysteries of the Martial God, or rather, by instinct!

More importantly, Wu Xin clearly felt that the internal force in his body was frantically agitated, running, and expanding, and the speed was more than ten times, or even dozens of times, of his usual penance!

Is it the will to fight, is it the anger, is it the evil spirit?

Is it perception, pressure, or potential?

At this time, Wu Xin couldn't think deeply, and if he slacked off, he might die under the cold gun and cold arrow.

In addition to the above, Takeshin also felt the benefits of long sticks in melee, and their lethality was weaker than long weapons such as guns, knives, spears, and halberds. However, the power of self-protection is stronger, and the weapon will not be stuck, and the autonomy and flexibility are also stronger!

There are pros and cons!

"Lord!"

It's a pity that Xin Wuwei didn't dare to put Wu Xin in danger, and with a pleasant shout, dozens of sharp arrows screamed and attacked the people besieging Wu Xin.

"Pop ......"

The whip roared, and Liu Shi threw out the long whip in his hand, like a fire snake coming out of a hole, and a fire snake with many black snakes pounced on the enemy behind Wu Xin.

"Jingle ......"

A dense metal clash sounded, and the group besieging Wuxin slackened and retreated.

The fire whip was like a snake, and it was sensitive to wrap around Wu Xin's waist, and Liu Shi turned around and ran......

A pulling force came, Wu Xin retreated violently, dancing wildly with sticks in both hands, blocking swords, guns, swords, sticks and various hidden weapons, guarding not leaking, splashing water without entering!

Wu Xin sighed secretly......

Although Wu Xin ordered everyone not to fight, everyone still wouldn't let Wu Xin be in danger and fight alone!

"Wow ......"

Seeing that Wu Xin was about to retreat to the Xin Wuwei camp, a piercing sound broke through the air......

Wang Junkuo held the ghost head knife and rose into the air, and simply slashed down with a knife, and the mighty mountain was broken, and there were flames blazing, burning people's souls.

Wu Xin's hand struck out the mountain and river stick, like an angry dragon going out to sea, forcefully dispersing the fierce air flow and flames, and hitting the blade.

In the deafening sonorous sound, the terrifying giant force smashed the ghost head big knife, and flew more than ten meters upside down with Wang Junkuo.

Landed, Wang Junkuo was about to continue to rush forward to attack, feeling a cold and dangerous gaze, but at a glance, it was a mysterious old man...... Hirobo, staring at him.

Wang Junkuo suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and shouted a few times, but turned around and blended into the crowd......

Didn't run, change the angle and continue the siege!

missed this opportunity, Wang Junkuo wanted to get "Leaving the Fire God" again, and there was basically no play!

"Click......"

Returning to the camp, Wu Xin stood on tiptoe, rose up, and smashed the mountain and river stick in his hand at a qi practitioner who was fighting fiercely against Du Heng.

The qi practitioner turned around and held a long stick in his hand......

The long stick is interrupted, and the head of the company bursts open like a watermelon!

In terms of cultivation, Wuxin is not as good as refining the Qi Realm. However, the mountain and river stick weighed 400 catties, plus Wuxin's brute force of about 18,000 catties, plus the increase in internal force. With a stick down, it is more than 20,000 catties steadily, how can it be carried by ordinary Qi Refining Realm?

"Du Heng!"

The mountains and rivers swept away, smashed two of them, and forced back four or five people, Wu Xin shouted.

Du Heng understood and hurriedly handed over the Shadow Sword......

"Whoa......

Wu Xin grabbed the hilt of the Phantom Sword with his left hand, moved sideways and slashed, one sword, one sword and two sticks were cut off, along with an arm, half of the body and half of the head, and rose into the sky......

The shadow sword passed, and everything was as brittle as paper!

At this time, in addition to convenience, Wu Xin also felt the disadvantages of long weapons, heavy weapons, and even mountain and river sticks. It's inconvenient to get close, and it's too heavy.

More than 4,000 enemy troops, even if they don't fight back and let Wuxin be stoned to death one by one, they can also exhaust Wuxin!

No melodious horns, no dull war drums!

The pungent smell of fish, the scorching blood, the flickering cold......

Let Wu Xin's anger skyrocket, the left sword and the right stick, the left attack and the right defense, and rush to kill.

Everywhere I went, blood flowed and stumps flew!

In silence, Wu Xin's cultivation broke through the late stage of the ninefold body refining, advanced to the peak, and reached the conjoined Great Perfection......