On the other side, under the [Higher Dimensional Vision], the surging blood evil torrent enveloped him. Only a piece of blood was left in Zhao Yinshun's vision. His beating heart kept pumping blood, adrenaline was secreted crazily, and thorns all over his body.

The pain slowly faded away, replaced by endless excitement and stimulation filling my mind.

Since his awakening, he has never experienced such a joyful battle.

【Shunstep】!

【Star Reacher】!

boom!

Against the resistance as huge as glue, Zhao Yinshun tore through the air, rushed in front of a sergeant in an instant, brushed his wrist joints with his five fingers, and instantly snatched the long sword from his hand.

With the sharp sword in hand, Zhao Yinshun's aura suddenly changed, a sharp and sharp divine light shot out from his eyes, and a chilling and ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"Attention everyone, those who are 'decapitated' will automatically exit the sequence!"

Along with the excited announcement, Zhao Yinshun's figure suddenly disappeared from everyone's eyes, and a circle of sad and dreamy sword light exploded on the spot.

"Floating Dream Shadow Sword!"

Before he could understand what the other party meant, the leader of the Hundred Lieutenants felt a sharp pain in his eyebrows. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a sword-shaped stream of light as thin as a cicada's wings coming towards him silently.

The body reacts before the brain and subconsciously raises the knife to intercept.

The looming shadow of the sword flashed away and hit the tip of the blade.

Just when the Hundred Lieutenant was feeling grateful to have survived the disaster, the feedback from the tip of the knife that it was weak caused his expression to change drastically.

The seemingly forlorn sword light disappeared like a bubble, and at the same time, an icy chill came from the throat.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the thick blood evil body protective energy cracked silently, and a clear blood line slowly emerged on his neck, oozing out traces of bright red.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand and wiped it on his neck. The bright blood-red color was so dazzling that the hundred captain fell completely silent.

The wonderful sword light at the top of the hair just happened to tear through the blood evil energy, cutting the skin on the neck, but not hurting the flesh and blood inside!

There was obviously not much pain, but the slight sting made him even more uncomfortable.

At the same time, he finally understood what Zhao Yinshun meant by "beheading"...

His five fingers involuntarily clenched the handle of the knife until his knuckles turned white and trembled slightly, but soon, it was as if all the strength in his body had been taken away from him, and his whole body froze. His eyes darkened and he did not enter the formation, and then he exited.

battlefield.

He...has been "dead"...

Died by being "beheaded"!

On the other side, watching Zhao Yinshun suddenly rise up and "behead" more than ten people in the military formation like chopping melons and vegetables, Tang Hongda felt chills running down his spine, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of fear in his heart.

Several times just now, he had the urge to take the initiative, but his long-term stable character suppressed this desire.

As the current highest commander on the battlefield, unless the situation has deteriorated to the point where he needs to put his life on the line and survive, it is a taboo in [the art of war] for a "general" to get trapped in the battle!

Especially the opponent is a martial arts master who has thousands of great powers at his disposal, so the supreme commander must not take the initiative to fight!

Because what a martial artist is best at is beheading!

This is also the reason why he did not send all 13 hundred lieutenants up at once.

The commander system of [Army] must have redundancy. Once a few commanders die in battle, the sergeants under their command will be integrated into the nearby commanders.

Unless the middle-level commanders are killed beyond the limit of their command, the death of a single sergeant will have little impact on the overall battle formation.

Even if all 4 hundred lieutenants are killed in battle, the remaining 9 hundred lieutenants can still control the military formation well and maintain over 95% of the overall strength.

But if only 8 people are killed, the impact will be more obvious.

With 7 people, the operation of the battle formation will start to get sluggish.

6 people, he will gradually lose his fine control over the lower levels.

With 5 people, it is difficult to maintain a battle formation.

4 people, the battle formation begins to collapse...

In a daze, Tang Hongda remembered a commandment in the Art of War.

"[Martial arts] A general who has mastered the spirit must not move lightly. He must sharpen his energy with great force, consume his essence and blood, boil his muscles and bones, weaken his spirit, and cut off his mind, and then he can win!"

But the problem is that the Wu Anjun in front of him is only at the third level, and he is still 4 steps away from the realm of "tongshen"!

The Art of War never says that you should be as cautious when dealing with a third-level warrior as you are when dealing with a martial arts myth, right?

Clenching his fists, Tang Hongda wished he had a "general" who could control the overall situation, so that he could personally charge into battle and compete with the empire's most dazzling star!

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the impulse in his heart, Tang Hongda began to mobilize his troops, follow the rules of dealing with martial arts myths, and use the most magnificent force to kill Zhao Yinshun.

As time passed, more and more sergeants left the battlefield with their hands on their necks, cursing and whispering with their comrades waiting at the edge of the battlefield.

However, looking at the slender figure covered in blood in the center of the battlefield, resembling a god or demon, awe and admiration were firmly engraved in the depths of their eyes.

[Army] is very similar to [Martial Arts]. As long as you can fight, they will really be convinced.

On the other side, looking at the young man who had killed nearly a third of [Cangjiao Camp] with his own strength, Qi Fu silently took off the pipe from his mouth and fell into deep thought.

This is the third level?!

"Is that the mythical swordsmanship created by Master Shun? It can actually disturb the mind and mislead the spiritual sense. It is really sharp!"

"When the fake becomes true, the true is also false, when the true becomes false, the false is also true. The floating light confuses people's eyes, and the dream shadow disturbs people's hearts. This is the [Floating Light Dream Shadow Sword]!"

Slightly puffing up his chest, Li Min looked at the battlefield with eyes full of pride, and pursed his lips to maintain his solemn and majestic expression.

"It's like a dream, what a [Floating Light Dream Shadow Sword]! Young Master Shun is truly a genius!"

With a long sigh from the bottom of his heart, Qifu put the pipe into his mouth again, stood downwind of the batabata and started sucking.

On the battlefield, Zhao Yinshun's breathing became increasingly rapid, and his limbs seemed to be filled with lead. Every attack and defense drained out the remaining energy.

How many were “killed”?

Four hundred?

Or five hundred?

The mythical [Floating Light Dream Shadow Sword] is really powerful. Even with the blessing of a military formation, he can kill everyone in [Cangjiao Camp] as if he were in a deserted place.

But after fighting fiercely for nearly an hour, he was almost out of fuel, but the enemy still retained its complete organization, and the overall battle formation did not collapse!

Even through rotation, most of them still retain plenty of physical strength and have enough patience and strength to wear themselves to death.

They are like a huge monster composed of thousands of people. Every time they "kill" a soldier, they are just cutting off one of his cells!

Fully realizing the horror of [The Way of War], Zhao Yinshun took a deep breath and mentally calculated some of his trump cards.

Immediately, he shook his head secretly in his heart.

It's just a competition. These people are the direct descendants of Senior Sister. If we accidentally kill a few of them, it won't be pretty.

Phew~

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, spiritual energy with a radius of more than ten meters was continuously absorbed into the body, and a trace of power rose deep in the body that was exhausted.

The dark and profound gaze wandered around, penetrating the tough soldiers, and accurately captured Tang Hongda's figure on the chaotic battlefield.

But the distance of hundreds of meters on weekdays is like a chasm in the battle formation. The soldiers in the middle, team leaders, and hundreds of lieutenants form layers of elastic defense lines. Once he shows signs of beheading, the entire formation will move accordingly.

Always locking him firmly in the center.

At this moment, Zhao Yinshun realized the heavy weight of the sentence "Searching for the head of an enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops is like picking out an object from a bag."

Knowing that he could not achieve a complete victory, the young man used his newly recovered strength and instantly turned into a stream of light to kill towards the weak point of the military formation.

A large number of high-ranking sergeants were distributed in Tang Hongda's direction. When it was discovered that Zhao Yinshun wanted to run away, the few hundred men left could no longer form an effective interception. They could only watch as he "killed" more than a dozen soldiers along the way, calmly

Break out of the encirclement.

hateful!

I should take the initiative when he is exhausted!

Tang Hongda punched his thigh hard, feeling endlessly aggrieved and regretful that he wanted to hit the wall.

He had already worn down Zhao Yinshun's spirit, exhausted his essence and blood, strained his muscles and bones, and weakened his spirit. He was just about to cut off his mind and win the battle!

But due to his terrifying lethality, the operation of the battle formation tended to be conservative and exposed flaws. As a result, the duck that hit the beak flew away!

Gritting his teeth, Tang Hongda's eyes flashed with light. After a long time, his tense muscles completely relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Even if I fight with the remaining strength of the army, if the opponent wants to leave, it will be difficult for me to stop them.

Looking around at the hundreds of "remaining" soldiers on the battlefield, Tang Hongda had a trace of bitterness in his eyes.

The "thickness" of the killing array has been weakened too much, it is too "thin" and cannot be stopped at all...

On the other side, back to Li Min, Zhao Yinshun was pulled over by her before he could speak. His cold hands brushed his body, and he applied a layer of translucent fragrant ointment on the wound.

The burning tingling sensation quickly faded away, replaced by the itching of flesh and blood. Zhao Yinshun felt the surging vitality seeping into the wound, stimulating the flesh and blood to heal and strengthen, and curiously raised his arm and smelled it.

It’s not the ointment refined by Master...

"This is a great secret medicine, specially designed to treat external injuries."
To be continued...