Chapter 143 The "Three Sword God Styles" that should not exist

"There is really an army composed of war spirits."

"Oh my God, they are going to kill us all, go and run away!"

All over the mountains were the soldiers who were in a state of madness. The Liaodong Iron Cavalry was like a tide, submerging groups of soldiers one by one.

No matter how long the legs of these soldiers are, they cannot resist their low cultivation. How can they beat the four-legged Liaodong Iron Cavalry!

Wang Ce turned his head unbearably, but had to grit his teeth and issue this order. None of these secrets can be revealed.

The reason why he deliberately led Wu Zun to take action first is to kill Wu Zun first. Otherwise, once Wu Zun escapes, he will definitely not be able to catch up. Once he can't catch up, it means that his secret will be exposed.

Wang Ce had to take the risk of killing Wu Zun first, and then dispatch more fighting spirits, and even fighting spirit troops.

Wang Ce's sword was not leaking. Because it was not as strong as Xu Xiake's fighting spirit skills, it could only severely damage the remaining two groups of masked masters. Even so, it was enough. Wang Ce released Zeng Guofan and other fighting spirits to attack.

Then, Wang Ce released the battle spirits one by one and resurrected with the countless blood here.

One by one, the battle spirits appeared rapidly at an astonishing speed, and then resurrected!

The only two remaining masked masters were lying on the ground and witnessed the blink of an eye. Wang Ce almost had another terrifying battle spirit army! He was immediately left with only the power to moan!

This is so terrifying! This is so terrifying! It’s so beyond imagination!

If Wang Ce continues to be resurrected like this, sooner or later, one day, he will have countless war spirits and countless war spirit troops. Even enough, it will sweep the entire East Continent, or even the entire Jiuzhou!

These two masters were numb and desperate, imagining the future, the day when the war spirit swept across the world and swept across thousands of troops, and they couldn't help but fight a series of cold wars!

What is the royal family, what is the Northern Tang Dynasty, and what is the Eastern Overseas? In front of the Zhan Ling Army, which is full of mountains and fields, it may be like a scum, and it is destined to be crushed one by one.

When did a person have to withstand at most nine battle spirits change? Why did Wang Ce command so many battle spirits, and even several powerful battle spirits? This should not have existed.

The Jiegang Realm at the age of sixteen or seventeen, the Bachelor of Heart and the countless War Spirit Army.

These two dying masters were filled with countless doubts and moaned: "Who are you!"

"What are you from? You say, I'll say exchange." Wang Ce took the time to answer.

"They are the garrisons, we are the royals!"

Wang Ce looked up and smiled and said, "Thank you two, I saved my investigation time."

The two of them waited for a long time but didn't see Wang Ce answering, and hurriedly urged. Wang Ce looked up again, looking confused: "Don't be so naive to answer your questions. Obviously, I'm lying to you."

Do you dare to be a little more scoundrel? Even those who are about to die will cheat. Do you still have a little morality or a little sympathy! These two masters showed great grief and anger, and they burst into tears of blood on the spot, and they died with their eyes closed!

Talking to Wang Ce is absolutely unbearable!

The great master is just that little bit of energy? Wang Ce scratched his head and shook his head and quickly put his spirit and soul into the bronze pot. Then, he immediately resurrected more war spirits and praised: "A master is good, the spirit and soul of a master is reliable!"

The essence and soul of a sword energy level master can basically resurrect about thirty to fifty upper-level second-level battle spirits. If it is a Dougang master, it can even resurrect one hundred upper-level second-level battle spirits.

Wang Ce was both excited and excited, and his mood was dark and extremely complicated.

The only thing that made him feel unhappy was that the blood needed to resurrect the Spirit Army was too huge. If it was done this every time, it would mean that he would be a cruel brother in the future.

After seeing the approximately a thousand newly resurrected white horse Yicong in front of him, Wang Ce smiled with satisfaction.

This time, he had basically squandered all the energy and soul he had accumulated before, and had wholesale more than a thousand white horses. Wang Ce smiled and looked at Gongsun Zan, whose injuries were still not healed: "Gongsun, how about it?"

"Go back to the lord, this is very good, I will recover soon." Gongsun Zan's face turned a little pale. As a lower-level heroic war spirit, his intelligence was not developed too much: "Resurrecting all three thousand white horses from all, can you help the lord."

Wang Ce scratched his head: "Take it slow, don't be anxious." After saying that, he took the Baima Yi back.

Li Chengliang returned in person and clasped his fists: "Lord, clean up!"

"Search again and make sure that no one is missing." Wang Ce sighed. For some reason, he always felt a little chill. He laughed at himself, maybe he hadn't adapted to the war yet.

It was not something that went back to Iraq, nor did it come back to throw bombs in Afghanistan. War is either adapted to it or destroyed by it, and Wang Ce must work hard to adapt.

Not long after, Li Chengliang led the Liaodong Iron Cavalry back. This time he searched once and was sure that there was no fish that had missed the net.

Wang Ce nodded silently and took Li Chengliang and the others back. Looking around the dark environment, there was only a sigh, quiet and cold!

When Wang Ce walked back, suddenly, the martial master who had been lying for a long time had no breath and jumped up and vomited a mouthful of blood, full of horror and fear: "This kid, this kid!"

"This kid actually hides a lot of big secrets!"

"I must escape back, I must escape back and bring the news back, otherwise it will be the end of my Northern Tang Dynasty!"

This martial master exploded his fighting spirit skills, and flew away in the sky, showing infinite greed: "If you can get the way to fight the spirit army by Wang Ce, then... I will be mine sooner or later! Even Emperor Wu, I am not afraid at all."

For a moment, I almost couldn't help but want to look back. When I thought of Wang Ce's sword technique, I suddenly felt cold in my heart. He might not be his opponent, and he was looking for death when he went back!

"But that sword technique really looks like a certain style. What is it? I seem to have seen another half style somewhere."

The martial master's fighting spirit skills ended and fell to the ground. Seeing the traces of Wang Ce's pursuit, he sneered. He flew into the sky again and suddenly dug out from the deepest part of his memory!

The originally seriously injured Wu Zun instantly rolled down his sweat as big as a bean, his face turned pale and widened his eyes: "I remembered it, that's that...that's it!"

The martial master was shocked and blurted out: "That is the sand that is not leaking! The 'Three Sword God Styles' that should not exist in the world!"

In an instant, a figure appeared on the ground. When I raised my hand, I waved my hands and exploded with two magnificent pillars of light, like sword energy and qi, as if it turned into a dragon shape, climbing from the ground instantly!

Boom! The martial master who was completely addicted to the shock was shattered without any suspense and turned into a pile of blood mist.

Wang Ce witnessed the escape and death of the martial master with his own eyes, and paused silently. He was surrounded by six major battle spirits that were dispatched by Zeng Guofan and Tang Bohu.

Looking at the old eunuch who suddenly appeared motionless!

The old eunuch said nothing, and Wang Ce said nothing.

After a long time, Wang Ce breathed: "Have you been back for a long time?"

"No, soon." The old eunuch's eyes were complicated, his eyes swept across the six battle spirits, and he slowly said: "Enough I'm seeing something."

A clearness shines in Wang Ce’s eyes!

The old eunuch said softly: "What a six-person heroic spirit, but I remember you were just acquainted with me for the second time, and I remember the others even more!"

"You and these six fighting spirits cannot kill Guiyuan Wu Zun. If you want to silence you, that's not good."

Wang Ce had no choice but to know that he could not kill. His greatest ability was before, but he only severely damaged the Five Qi Martial Master. It can be seen that he still underestimated the Martial Master's strength: "If you can't kill, you must kill. This is my secret, and you can't reveal a trace of it! Even though we have a happy cooperation, I can only apologize."

The old eunuch said lightly: "You really want to fight with me? You should know that I can kill you with one move."

"Ha, not necessarily." Wang Ce simply released his mind. The Nine Realms of True Martial Arts generally cannot break the defense of the masters' ingenuity, but what if it is the Martial Master? What if it is the Martial Master Guiyuan? Wang Ce has no confidence.

The old eunuch's expression changed and he became extremely sharp: "Oh, it turns out that you have developed a mental state. However, you also know that unless it is a wise man's mental state, you will still die if you attack me."

The mountain wind was howling, and Wang Ce raised his head and smiled: "Just let the horse come over!"

This is a peaceful and quiet happy smile!

"Wang Ce should be dead."

In the palace hall, the hourglass slowly flowed fine sand. Tang Zhengjue took a look and said very suddenly: "Emperor, if there were no accidents, Wang Ce would have died at least an hour ago."

The emperor's whole body was stiff and he slowly turned around. His gloomy eyes were like the greatest anger: "Tang Zhengjue, say it again!"

Tang Zheng shook his head: "Emperor, Wang Ce is dead. The Prince of Anyang and others set up a trap. The martial master you sent was taken away, a thousand garrison troops, a martial master, and more than ten Zhenwu masters. This happened after nightfall. At this time, Wang Ce was already dead, and maybe his body was frozen."

Luo Sixue's face changed slightly when she heard the sound! The garrison was her subordinate. After hearing the news of Wang Ce's death, Jie Shixian locked his eyebrows, Tan Jiru's expression remained unchanged, and she still smiled.

Tang Zheng smiled: "If Wang Ce can survive this kind of ambush, then I, Tang, have nothing to say. Emperor, please be more open-minded. Although he is Xiu'er's son, it's not worth it."

The emperor's face turned red, and his blood rushed to his head, and a cough broke out in Tongtian. The deepest anger in his eyes, as deep as the ocean, saying word by word: "Wang Ce is really dead?"

Tang Zhengjue nodded: "Just wait for Anyang and others to pass the news back."

"Ha!" A wild laughter burst out from the emperor's mouth, laughing so hard that every inch of his skin was soaked in blood: "Ha, okay, okay! The most painful setback in my life, Tang Wuqing, is today."

The emperor's laughter stopped abruptly, and what was left was Muran, and the tears shedded were indescribable, with an absolutely unusual quietness!

"He dies, then I will send you to accompany him! Old Wang!"

The old eunuch Wang suddenly disappeared, Tang Zhengjue was instantly creepy, and his energy burst out violently. The old eunuch Wang seemed to stretch out a seemingly powerless hand from the void, with a silent vibration.

A punch was silent! The water-blue energy shattered like glass, and this punch spreads through the sky and earth. Tang Zhengjue's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were filled with blood, and he was shocked: "You are not the Wushang Sect, but the Wushen Sect of Liuli!"

Old eunuch Wang looked up and smiled, very creepy!

At this time, a man hurriedly ran over and whispered to Tan Jiru. Tan Jiru's eyebrows moved and sent a message to the emperor.

"Old Wang, stop."
Chapter completed!