As a soldier, Wu Chaofeng is least afraid of death, but he is extremely concerned about being captured by Yang Xian with one move.

If he was captured by an older martial arts master, he would feel a little more comfortable. If Yang Xian was really only in his teens as he guessed, then wouldn’t he, a level 9 warrior who was called a “peerless genius” and “never seen in a thousand years” by the entire military strategist? Wouldn’t he be a joke?

Therefore, even though he knew that he shouldn't ask, Wu Chaofeng couldn't help asking about Yang Xian's age.

Seeing Wu Chaofeng asking, Yang Xian replied: "I was rescued by my mentor when I was six years old, and then I practiced with the teacher. When I met the teacher, the teacher was already injured. Now it has been more than six years since I became a disciple. I am now over twelve years old, and I am still in a tiny state of mind, but I have lost a lot of face to the teacher."

"A small way to go?"

Wu Chaofeng looked at Yang Xian deeply and laughed: "This is the first time I have heard that even the martial arts master's cultivation is in a tiny way!"

"Hehe, the twelve-year-old martial arts master! Mr. Mei doesn't know where to find a freak like you!"

He looked lonely, "It seems that the Confucian Sect is here to be prosperous. If Emperor Ming, Demon Sect, Neo-Confucian Sect and others learn that the Yinxue lineage actually had a descendant like you, they would probably be uneasy from now on, hehe!"

Yang Xian smiled and said, "Brother Wu praised me, I dare not take it!"

Wu Chaofeng said: "You are the leader of the Confucian sect today, so you can afford it!"

He said this and said to Yang Xian: "Yang Xian, the one who surrounded and killed your teacher in the palace, and my military family also participated. Since I fell into your hands today, it was also due to luck. You can avenge Mr. Mei now. The one named Wu died in your hands, and there is no complaint!"

He untied the armor on his body, revealing his chest covered with black fluffy heart-protecting hair, "Come on, I'll kill it in my chest, which can be regarded as avenging part of your master's blood revenge!"

Yang Xian shook his head and laughed, "Brother Wu, what happened back then has nothing to do with you, why did I kill you? Besides, your soldiers' children have always been loyal to the kings of the dynasty and obeyed the emperor's instructions. It is not necessarily your soldiers' intention to surround and kill my teacher. This account must be taken into account with the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and has nothing to do with your soldiers. Therefore, I won't kill you!"

When Yang Xian said this, he suddenly slapped Wu Chaofeng more than two feet away. The person was already bleeding in the air.

Seeing Wu Chaofeng rolling on the ground and sitting on the ground vomiting blood, Yang Xian said lightly: "But today you want to silence me because I witnessed your killing of Zhou Fu. If Brother Qin and I were ordinary people, I would have died of a crime long ago, but this revenge must be revenged!"

"Okay! OK! OK! OK! Good fight!"

Wu Chaofeng sat on the ground, vomiting blood and laughing, "I am worthy of being Mei Niansheng's disciple, and it is true that he has a clear distinction between grudges!"

When he was caught by Yang Xian, the thousands of cavalry behind him were strangely not making any noise, but just moved forward slowly. Just as Wu Chaofeng and Yang Xian were talking, the knights had moved dozens of feet away, but they did not make any noise like ghosts.

At this time, an iron armored man had already replaced Wu Chaofeng's position.

Just when Wu Chaofeng was slapped away by Yang Xian's palm, the iron-armored man who replaced Wu Chaofeng's position had raised his arms. In his hand, a strong bow had been pulled into a full moon shape.

A huge murderous aura suddenly rose!

When these cavalry were not moving, they were like quiet statues and pictures. Although they were standing there, they were strangely without any sense of existence. But once they started to move, they were really like thunder and as fast as lightning.

While the huge murderous aura rose, a little arrow had already arrived in front of Yang Xian!

It was not until this time that Wu Chaofeng, who was sitting on the ground, had just reacted. His head buzzed, and his dark face suddenly turned white!

Among the hundreds of schools of thought, if we talk about the battlefield killing.

Military battle formations have been invincible since ancient times!

Perhaps in terms of individual strength, the number of military masters is not much higher than that of other sects. Even in terms of individual combat power, military masters may not be able to surpass the same level of other sects.

But a strong military strategist is not about the individual, but about the whole.

If the children of the military strategists form a peerless battle formation, and the auras of millions of soldiers are connected, they are all gathered together and fight forward together, then even if they are the master of martial arts, they will never dare to take it head-on.

Just now, the reason why Wu Chaofeng shot out the old man in black who was a martial arts master just now relies on this kind of battle formation power.

He shot out an arrow, and the aura was pulled, and the arrow would naturally lock the enemy. The enemy had no other way to crack it except for taking the arrow head-on.

Just now, the old man in black in the Demon Sect changed several body techniques in succession and changed his direction of travel many times, but he could not avoid it. This shows how powerful this military sect is.

This method of bringing the auras of millions of soldiers together to face the enemy is the secret of unparalleled military strategists who have never been defeated in the world.

The reason why military strategists are military strategists is that in addition to writing about military strategies and killing enemies in strategy, it also has a great relationship with this large formation to kill enemies.

When this battle formation was dealing with a large number of powerful enemies, there might have been examples of failure, but when it was more attacked, there were few failures when targeting a small number of martial arts masters. Even if it was arranged in advance, even the great masters of martial arts have killed several.

There are not many masters who can really crack this military battle formation from ancient times to the present.

The last failure was when Mei Niansheng was born six years ago.

But Mei Niansheng is the terrifying existence with the most hope of impacting the supreme master. He is a terrifying figure who is besieged by several masters, interjected with his sword, and nodded his head without death.

Although he was shocking, he was still within expectations.

But now facing this attack by Pojun is Yang Xian, who is only twelve years old.

Although Yang Xian is a martial arts master, ordinary martial arts masters can only die obediently when facing this arrow. The old man in black just now is the best example. How can Yang Xian, a small martial arts master, be spared?

The arrow has arrived in front of Yang Xian!

In Wu Chaofeng's eyes, Yang Xian in front of him suddenly disappeared!

Yang Xian's body was still standing there, but his aura suddenly disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Yang Xian seemed to have become air, dust, light, and wind. He seemed to be combined with a great force in the dark. Although the person was still on the ground, his mind was no longer in this space.
Chapter completed!