Chapter 505 (1/2)
Lu Xiong almost broke his teeth.
Since he led the army, he has never encountered such a situation today. Before reaching his destination, 100000 troops were destroyed on the road.
Hundreds of thousands of troops, if they didn't fight in a battle and an enemy didn't kill, they would sleep here and return to their hometown.
That is, he had innate cultivation, and then carried it down with a method similar to the hibernation of turtles and snakes.
Among them were veterans, veterans and brothers who had fought with him for unknown years. All of them disappeared overnight.
Yang Jian was silent.
It's really hard to win with Taoism, but the battlefield is not a place of justice and fairness.
No matter what the plot is, we will win by all means.
This is the battlefield.
It's not that Lu Xiong doesn't understand the rules of the battlefield.
He also knew that there were channel operators in the Shang Dynasty.
But even if Taoism is used to fight against the enemy in front of the array, we don't play like this halfway. Besides, such frozen magic... Can people cast it?
”God wants me?!”
Lu Xiong's heart gave birth to a sense of sadness. The 100000 troops following him were gone. After that, he couldn't help himself.
However, he put away his grief and anger because there was a terrible opponent in front of him.
”What's your name, boy?” Lu Xiong said coldly.
This time, he was really surprised. The martial artist at the peak of martial arts in the Terran is difficult to appear in hundreds of years. The congenital martial artist is already the ultimate.
Although he is old and weak, his Qi and blood are weak, but the martial arts he has practiced all his life are pure and pure. He has never met anyone who can't take a move.
But I met you this time, and I'm so young
”Xiqi, Yang Jian!”
Yang Jian looked at the business camp and said, ”Marshal Lu, as an opponent, I respect you, so I don't want to fight with you. Surrender. I'll take you to my prime minister. You can't leave.”
In addition, he wondered why Lu Chuan in the business camp had not come yet?
Jinjiling is only 70 miles away from Qishan business camp. The weather has become so abnormal that Lu Chuan should have been here long ago.
What he is worried about now is Lu Chuan's reaction.
In his impression, Lu Chuan is a person who cherishes life very much, not only himself, but also others. He fought with Xiqi for many years. Basically, it was a duel between soldiers and strange people.
Mortals also fight a few times, but very few.
However, although this time out of frustration, it is also heaven's hands, but the final account still has to be counted on the teacher.
Because it was the symbol of the first emperor of the Yuan Dynasty that the emperor ordered them to do it.
”Hahaha, when I was fighting for a big business, I didn't expect to be planted here today.”
Lu Xiong said with a loud smile and jumped up. His whole body exuded a strong breath, like a volcano about to erupt, and like a mighty lion standing up to kill the enemy.
”Today, my brothers buried their bones here. How can I live alone? Let me surrender when I'm Lu who?
Loyal officials do not serve the two masters. I, Lu Xiong, was born a businessman and died as a business soul. Kill me! ”
Lu Xiong laughed loudly, his beard and hair fluttered, and there were three blazing lights of peiran sword when he raised his hand.
Yang Jian looked serious and tightened his three pointed and two edged knife. Suddenly he waved and broke three sword lights.
Then his face changed.
Lu Xiong, who didn't take two steps, stepped on the ground with his right foot and suddenly turned to jinzha. The bright long sword showed his red eyes.
Go, he didn't think about it.
As he said, his 100000 troops are dead. What face does he have to live?
Yang Jian, he is not an opponent, but even if the whole army is destroyed, their army must kill an enemy.
He took hundreds of thousands of soldiers to fight. He must not die if he can't kill one enemy, and the whole army will be destroyed.
This is the greatest humiliation to him and to 100000 people.
Lu Xiong's light is getting brighter and brighter.
Jin Zha looked pale and his breath was listless. It's not just that the martial artist fought fiercely in close combat. Once he was killed by a close fist, it's not strange for a Qi refiner of the same level.
The innate martial arts are quite similar to their refining realm. It is a blessing that they will not die after being slapped. Where can they fight again?
Seeing the fierce sword light coming from the front and the desperate fighting method, Jin Zha shouted in horror: ”you madman, dun, dragon,...”
Let him make the last fight at the moment of life and death.
Once his left hand turned over, the golden light flashed, and the dunlong pile had appeared in his hand and was about to be sacrificed.
But before he was happy, he saw a bright white flash in front of him, an arm and a small post with a gold ring flying up.
Poof!
There was also bright red blood flying up, which dyed a dazzling crimson on the snow covered ground.
”Ah!” Jin Zha screamed sadly, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Lu Xiong failed to kill him with a sword. He looked indifferent. He ignored Yang Jian who was killed behind him. He stared at Jin Zha and quickly cut him horizontally with a sword. The goal was Jin Zha's throat.
But the three pointed knife behind is faster.
Poof!
The three pointed knife pierced his armor and abdomen and passed directly through his abdomen.
The light on Lu Xiong's body faded down, just like the west mountain at sunset.
In front of Jin Zha, holding the broken arm, fell to the ground, sweating and pale. He quickly clicked on the acupoints to reduce bleeding.
Lu Xiong coughed and spilled blood, but he still insisted on lifting the sword. His eyes were more intense and stabbed Jin Zha a a little bit.
When the three sharp knives were drawn, hot blood gushed out and dyed the ground red.
Lu Xiong staggered back a few steps with his sword.
Yang Jian ignored Lu Xiong and quickly walked over to feed Jin Zha the pill and then stop bleeding.
”What a pity...”