Chapter 460: Quit

Even though the world suppressed most of the power of the Qiankun shield, its defense was still as powerful as imagined!

Thousands of arrow rains could not hurt Yang Pan at all.

This scene was really shocking.

"This, is this still a human? Are you a human or a ghost?" The Jurchen nobleman pointed at Yang Pan and shouted.

"The barbarians are barbarians. My thousand-year inheritance in China is not comparable to that of barbarians. Don't use your shallow and ignorant thoughts to guess the mystery of my magical skills!" Yang Pan replied disdainfully.

"Kill me, kill me, I don't believe you can fight ten thousand!" This time, the Jurchen tribe can be said to have invested enough money and brought 30,000 elite troops in the tribe.

These 30,000 elite soldiers were brought together by the Jurchen nobles.

You should know that even if the entire Jurchen clan is a soldier, it can only be called elite soldiers, only tens of thousands of professional soldiers who are full of profession. These soldiers can be considered elite soldiers.

Decades later, the key battle for the rise of the Jurchens was that Wanyan Aguda led tens of thousands of Jin soldiers and defeated hundreds of thousands of troops of the Liao Kingdom.

Why is it so powerful? Because the Jurchen army is full of elite troops, and it is well-trained and well-founded in advance and retreat.

The soldiers are in the world but not in the world, and it is undoubtedly reflected here.

"Kill!" These elite troops rushed towards Yang Pan from the mountain break and from the entrance of the valley.

Due to terrain factors, the cavalry could not participate in the battle, so the 30,000 elite soldiers had to dismount and attack Yang Pan as infantry.

"Innocence, if there are many people, what's the use of practicing martial arts?" Yang Pan said with a sneer, slashing people with one sword after another.

The worst of these soldiers are wearing leather armor, which can effectively defend against cutting short weapons.

The best thing is to wear armor. Even if you have long weapons, it will be difficult to break through its defense without enough impact.

But in front of Yang Pan, these mortal armors were not even as good as paper.

Swing the sword, block, block, swing the sword.

"Kill!"

The power of the army when killing the enemy is still quite terrifying.

The spears that were neatly drawn stabbing towards Yang Pan together.

Yang Pan just killed a guy, and immediately seven spears stabbed him, piercing the gap between his waist.

This kind of military formation cooperation is actually quite a advantage against martial arts masters. Once martial arts masters are surrounded, it is really a dead end.

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Of course, this refers to the mortal level. When you reach the level of a grandmaster, you can leave whenever you want and stay whenever you want. No one can surround them unless you commit suicide.

And at an extraordinary level like Yang Pan, the mortal army is really useless.

Back then, Yang Pan used the technique of flying swords to massacre 300,000 Turkic troops to sacrifice swords.

Yang Pan was not as powerful as it is now.

Unfortunately, the spear was broken by the invisible shield before it stabbed Yang Pan's body. The force of the rebound also knocked the person who exerted his power to fly backwards, overwhelming the row after row of people behind.

Yang Pan just attacked but did not defend, constantly swinging his sword, swinging his sword, and then swinging his sword.

Whether it is a heavy infantry or a light infantry, it is useless under Yang Pan's sword. With one sword, the heavy shield and armor were cut open and they were killed together with the people inside.

Not long after, a thick mountain of corpses piled up under Yang Pan's feet.

Yang Pan jumped gently, jumped into the crowd on the other side, and continued to kill.

Not long after, the exact same corpse mountain formed again.

Yang Pan then changed places.

Fifty such corpse mountains remained on the battlefield, bringing a strong visual impact to people.

The Jurchen nobles on the hillside looked at everything in front of them, and were incredible. They muttered in cold sweat: "How is this possible? Is this still a human? Don't he know how tired?"

"Are the cowardly southerners so scary? Are their cowardice all pretending?" asked a Jurchen noble who had been to the Central Plains.

"Look, there is no blood on the devil's body! How is this possible?" someone pointed out.

Facing the battlefield of corpses and seas of blood, Yang Pan, who had killed so many people, did not get a trace of blood. It was so shocking and even more frightening.

"Clan leader, do we still have to fight him? Now we have suffered heavy losses, with at least more than 7,000 elite soldiers killed or injured." A Jurchen nobleman could not bear such losses. This was to lose all his family's wealth.

"Do you think I don't feel sorry for me? This is because my clan has accumulated a family foundation for several generations. I have lost so much, so I feel sorry for death. But we have paid such a great price to block this person here. If all our previous efforts are wasted, can we find the same opportunity next time?" The old patriarch said with trembling hands and pointed at Yang Pan.

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"Also, you see, this person has been supporting the body-protecting energy, but I don't believe that his true energy can be squandered infinitely. As long as we continue to consume it, we can definitely kill him here. We avenge the dead tribe members and solve a confidant problem at the same time." The old patriarch emphasized.

"Also, this person has been fighting hard for more than an hour, and I'm afraid he's almost gone. We can't let this opportunity go easily. If we missed today, the price we will have to pay will be even greater next time. This is related to the life and death of the entire tribe. Even if we have to fight all our family, we will have to kill him, otherwise my Jurchen clan might be killed by him alone." The old clan leader explained loudly. As the leader of the clan, he still has this forward-looking strategic vision.

If you stop, you will suffer from it.

All the Jurchen nobles present were convinced because the old patriarch not only had prestige, but also made sense.

This time, if this murderer is not left here, their tribe will be threatened and may perish at any time.

This is the critical moment of life and death, and you must grit your teeth and hold on to the end.

"Yes, the patriarch is right. Today, either he dies or we die!"

"Okay, let's fight him."

"The support from the Holy Mountain will arrive soon, let's hold on for a while." The old patriarch said something to boost morale.

The warriors of the Jurchen clan generally practice external skills because they cannot understand the methods of internal skills and practice.

Only a very small number of people have this qualification to practice. They all concentrate on the holy mountain and practice under the guidance of shaman sacrifices.

Therefore, the martial arts powerhouses of the Jurchen tribe are all in the Holy Mountain.

Even if it is selected by the entire clan, there are very few Jurchens with such qualifications and intelligence to practice internal skills and mental skills.

At most, there are only hundreds of people.

It's so pitiful that the Central Plains martial arts world can have a place among the Jurchens if they are qualified.

If this kind of gap is in an ordinary mortal world, it would be fine. No matter how good the martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives.

But in the Gaowu world, such a gap determines the rise and fall of the race.
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