A person who knows how to practice is called a cultivator.

Among the ordinary people who don't know how to practice, there are still strong people.

Cultivators cultivate their spirits and accept qi, and they can control their vitality with every gesture.

Ordinary people practice martial arts, but they can only make their bodies strong.

There is a huge gap in the strength of a single martial artist and a single cultivator.

In some special cases, this gap can be made up by quantity.

The generals who have been practicing martial arts all year round can't compete with the roots who have been practicing deeply.

But several warriors can rely on each other's cooperation to interrupt the rooted movements.

In the face of the slash from Liyue, Yougen withdrew the broken spear and blocked the broken gun above his head.

The golden rays that radiated the barrel of the spear drove away the attacking long knife.

Ligu and the two generals slashed again, and the three knives slashed at the neck, waist and abdomen of the black dragon respectively.

Yougen's mind moved, and the broken spear and feather arrow in his hand quickly blocked the two knives that slashed at him, and the black dragon retreated very cooperatively, leaving a golden afterimage in place.

Liyue and the remaining four generals drove their horses to Yougen together.

The five knives fired in unison, the rooted hands danced, and the feathered arrows and broken spears surrounded by golden rays turned into countless hazy shadows.

Kan Kan blocked the five long knives that Qi arrived, and Yougen's face changed rapidly, just when he wanted to drive the black dragon back.

Eight horsemen had driven their horses forward together, and eight men surrounded Yougen.

The hazy golden shadow blocked the sword light in the sky, and some of them didn't know the skills at all, but their strength and hand speed were far beyond ordinary people, and although the eight horsemen were all mortals, they were all skilled in swordsmanship.

Every time the eight people slashed, they slashed at all parts of Yougen's body at different angles, and each knife was tricky and vicious, so that Yougen had to swing the knife to protect himself.

Sparks splashed above the shadow, and the blades of the long knives in the hands of the eight horsemen were damaged, and the tiger's mouths on the hands of the eight people holding the knife rods were also shaken out of the cracks.

And Yougen, who was besieged by eight people, in order to maintain the golden Gangyuan of the spear in his hand, the protective body Jin Mang around his body was already weak.

Therefore, in the face of the sharp blade, Yougen did not dare to hold it up at all.

There is only one life, and the guts with roots are not fat enough at this time.

Eight cavalry generals dragged Yougen, and the soldiers kept rushing past the nine who were fighting.

On the battlefield outside the camp gate, the battle between Wen Short's army and Liu Heng's army also became more and more intense with the gradual increase in the number of soldiers on both sides.

And in the sky, the phantom tiger that appeared in front of Liu Heng and the crimson flame leopard that wrapped the long sword in Wen Short's hand had turned into a faint red mang when they collided with each other.

The sword body like autumn water, through the condensed vitality, the tip of the sword pierced into the palm that was still emitting red light.

The sword sank into the flesh, and the long sword stopped.

The ancient halberd took out of Liu Heng's hand, and the crescent-like blade cut towards Wen Short's neck.

Wen Short lowered his head to avoid the ancient halberd, Liu Heng took the opportunity to withdraw his left hand, the palm of his left hand rotated horizontally, and the finger end of the middle finger of the palm that was quickly spread out touched the tip of the sword.

"Ding~!"

The long sword trembled, and the sound was like thunder.

Wen Short's face changed suddenly, ignoring the hand holding the sword that was in severe pain because of the trembling of the sword body, he quickly retracted the sword and held it back, and used the palm of his left hand to support the long sword body standing in front of him.

Liu Heng's left hand was erected in a whirlwind, and his palm was slightly curved, in the shape of a claw.

The next moment, the red phantom tiger that appeared again pounced on Wen Short with a fierce face.

The red tiger pounced on the body of the long sword, which was already trembling.

In the condensed vitality in mid-air, a blazing light lit up.

In the midday sky, it was as if two suns had appeared.

The strong light tore apart the condensed Chi Yuan, and Liu Heng in the light held the halberd in his hand and swung it horizontally, and Wen Short, who was forced to abandon the long sword, ignored the right hand that was bleeding and retreated.

The ancient halberd did not swing the Chinese short, but the text of the ancient halberd was short, but it could not hide the halberd blade, mixed with the vigorous vitality of the majestic halberd.

It is difficult to distinguish the colors in the strong light, but the strong force of the oncoming eyes still makes Wen Short have no choice but to gather his whole body in the palms of his hands.

Swinging his palm forward, two huge forces collided in mid-air, and the roar was vast and erect.

The soldiers who were still fighting outside the camp gate, in the strong light and loud noise, except for Yougen and the eight partial generals, even the barbarians with bold skin and strong body were all stunned and inexplicable, and the elite soldiers of the Wen Short Army were far less affected than Liu Hengjun.

In Liu Heng's army, which had gradually gained the advantage, the three shield arrays suddenly collapsed, and the situation on the battlefield was reversed.

The bright light faded in an instant, and a figure fell to the ground.

Another figure followed.

The cloak was scattered, and the embarrassed text fell back to the ground.

His hands were covered in wounds and blood, and he stretched out his right hand, and the sword flew towards him.

Before the hilt of the sword was in his hand, the blade of the halberd was already reaching the top of his head, and the oncoming wind was already stirring his scalp.

Wen Short got up and jumped up, and a red light flew through the battlefield of the battle, flying towards the camp gate.

In the crowd fighting on the ground, it is difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

Liu Heng, who fell to the ground, held the halberd vertically, and the red light on the halberd of the ancient halberd shimmered, and the strong force penetrated the surface, like spider web-like cracks scattered on the ground under the halberd.

The rift was very deep, but none of the rifts were more than an inch wide.

Liu Heng's eyes were solemn, and there were obvious blood marks at the corners of his mouth.

The next moment, Liu Heng's figure faded away in place.

Wen Short, who was about to retreat to the camp gate, his left hand, which was full of blood, quickly changed, and several seals formed continuously between his five fingers.

And behind him, Yougen, who was dragged by the eight horsemen, turned his head to look forward to it, and the corner of his eye glanced at the two red rays that disappeared behind him.

Slightly stunned, the movement in Yougen's hand was a beat slower, and three knives suddenly struck between the back and abdomen.

At this moment, Wen Short appeared behind Yougen, and the long sword had fallen back into his hand.

Almost at the same time, a blood-red halberd fell towards Wen Short's head, and Wen Short's left hand also formed the last seal at this time.

"Bang!"

The red flames completely enveloped the entire body of the long sword, and Wen Short raised the long sword to block it above his head.

"Boom!!"

The halberd blade slashed at the bladeless blade, sparks splashed wildly, and the mighty force surged towards Wen Short's sword-holding arm.

Under the huge force, Wen Short leaked blood from seven holes, his legs were weak, and he knelt on one knee.

As soon as his knees touched the ground, they stirred up dust on the ground.

The ground shook for a while, and countless soldiers on the battlefield focused their eyes on the camp gate.

Most of the soldiers at the gate of the camp were swayed in the smoke and dust.

The soldiers at the entrance of the camp were all short soldiers, Liu Heng had no scruples this time, and he held the halberd with both hands and did it with all his might.

"Crackle!"

Countless cracks appeared on the ground under his knees, and Wen Short, who was kneeling on one knee, had bruises on his forehead, gritting his teeth and supporting the sword body wrapped in red fire with his left hand full of red light, and holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand.

At this time, at the gate of the camp, on the shaking ground, his face was stunned, and the scrambled root had been cut down by three knives.

Two knives in the back, one slashing across the abdomen.

Under the horror, there was a stabbing pain in the back and abdomen where the root felt like it was being slashed, but the golden vitality flowing through the dorsal and abdominal veins became more and more majestic.