Chapter 896 Zhao Yunzheng Beheads the General

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

A loud shout echoed instantly.

All the soldiers in Samsara Fairy City raised their weapons high and roared loudly to celebrate Zhao Yunzheng's victory.

The people in Samsara Immortal City were filled with cheers and fighting spirit, but Zhepan's troops felt like they were struck by lightning.

The soldiers in Zhepan looked at the black-clothed warrior who was killed by a single shot in just one round. They were all stunned with disbelief on their faces.

"Dead, died so quickly?"

"It's over, it seems we are really going to lose."

"What should we do? How about we escape for our lives? If we stay, we will definitely die."

Soldiers in the Zhepan Army say something to you or me, and it's a lively moment.

Soon, negative emotions erupted from Zhepan's army.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Seeing this, Fujiwara Ichiro became furious and roared: "Whoever dares to take a step back will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as these words came out, the army stabilized.

However, no one dared to come up this time.

After glancing at the corpse of the black warrior, and then looking up at Zhao Yunzheng standing in front of the battle, Fujiwara Ichiro felt a little panicked, thought for a while, and shouted loudly to his subordinates:

"Don't be afraid, everyone. The general has just received a military report and reinforcements are on the way. Once our reinforcements arrive, we will definitely win!"

Speaking of this, Fujiwara Ichiro paused for a few seconds, and then shouted:

"Now, whoever dares to go up to meet the enemy, I promise, as long as he takes the enemy general's head, he will be rewarded with a hundred boxes of purple gold, and he will be promoted to the third level."

Compared with the previous bounty, the weight of this bounty is also heavier.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the soldiers who were scared just now lit up, but considering their own strength, most of them soon dimmed their eyes.

"I come!"

At this moment, a powerful voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

Everyone looked for the voice and saw a samurai holding a katana and wearing armor stepping out of the crowd. When they saw his face, everyone was shocked and overjoyed: "Fujiwara Oniki? It's actually Fujiwara Oniki!"

As everyone knows, Fujiwara Onikino is the first samurai of the Fujiwara clan. He is known as a mad sword that sweeps the world. He once fought against the shogunate and killed three generals of the shogunate. He became famous in one battle.

Now that Fujiwara Onimu is willing to take action, there is hope for this battle!

Not only the ordinary soldiers, but even Ichiro Fujiwara, who was sitting on the horse, looked happy and excited, and cheered him up:

"Oniki, if you can behead the enemy, I will guarantee that you will be the successor of my Fujiwara clan!"

"Thank you General!"

Fujiwara Oniki was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately bent his right foot sharply, like a crossbow. The next second, he kicked off his back foot, and shot out like a sharp arrow, rushing towards Zhao Yunzheng like lightning.

"snort!"

Zhao Yunzheng smiled coldly. Seeing that the opponent had no horse, he simply turned over and dismounted.

After landing, Zhao Yunzheng grasped the spear in his hand fiercely, and then leaned forward.

The next second, Zhao Yunzheng sprang out like a cheetah, but in the blink of an eye, he met Fujiwara Oniki head-on.

call out!

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword's light bloomed. Fujiwara Oniki seemed to swing it casually, but it hit Zhao Yunzheng's head with great force. The speed of lightning was jaw-dropping.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this. Not to mention that ordinary people would never be able to use such sword speed. Even experts who have been wielding swords for many years would find it difficult to use such sword skills.

"Good knife skills!"

Zhao Yun was expressionless and shook his head: "It's a pity..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yunzheng waved his spear and easily opened Fujiwara Oniki's katana.

At this moment, a huge force instantly shook Fujiwara Oniki and staggered him back.

"how so?"

Being easily resolved, Fujiwara Onimu was shocked and his expression changed drastically.

He never expected that his decisive blow would be easily defused by Zhao Yunzheng in just one encounter, and was even knocked back by the huge force.

No! I won't lose!

"Today, either you die or I die!"

Fujiwara Onimu roared angrily, clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and suddenly swung the blade, and the blade drew an arc visible to the naked eye in the air. For a moment, the murderous aura around him surged in vain, the blade buzzed, and wherever it pointed, the air exploded!

When the Zhepan army saw this, they were all startled, and then their eyes widened in excitement.

call out!

Fujiwara Oniki waved his hands and struck Zhao Yunzheng with his katana. Due to the friction of the air, the blade made a whirring sound, like a roaring lion, which was quite impressive!

"die!"

Zhao Yunzheng, who stood as steady as Mount Tai, did not speak until the blade was about to approach.

At the same time, Zhao Yunzheng held the spear in his hand and stabbed the long knife swung by Fujiwara Oniki simply and roughly.

At this moment, Zhao Yunzheng's gun body was like a shooting star, with fierce momentum, surrounded by green energy, and overflowing with murderous aura.

"Bang!"

The powerful metal gun head hit the blade hard, and sparks suddenly bloomed.

The next second, a "click!" came.

The katana in Fujiwara Oniki's hand was broken into two pieces at the waist under Zhao Yunzheng's brutal attack, and then fell to the ground with a "clang".

boom!

Looking at this scene, Fujiwara Ichiro and others felt as if they were struck by lightning, their faces were full of shock and astonishment, and their faces turned pale with fear.

Fujiwara Oniki is known as the first samurai of the Fujiwara clan, and his strength is recognized by the entire Fujiwara clan. Now the sword in his hand is actually broken easily in Zhao Yunzheng's hand. This is really unbelievable!

"how so?"

Compared with everyone else, the shock on the face of Fujiwara Onimu, the master of the sword, was no less than that of everyone behind him, and he almost stumbled to the ground in shock.

"Surrender and live!"

Zhao Yunzheng's eyes were as bright as fire and he said with a cold face: "Otherwise, die!"

"You, you actually destroyed my sword!"

Fujiwara Onimu was trembling with anger, feeling extremely insulted, but his face was filled with fear, and he wanted to take revenge but felt that he lacked the strength.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the tens of thousands of soldiers behind him who were staring at him. Fujiwara Onimu couldn't help but retreat, so he dropped the katana in his hand, made a fist with five fingers, waved his arms, and went straight to the opponent's front door.

Seeing this, Zhao Yunzheng held the gun in his left hand and waved his right fist to meet the attack.

Bang!

Iron fist against iron fist, with a roar.

Fujiwara Oniki's arm clicked, and accompanied by an earth-shattering scream, it hung down like a puppet.

On the other hand, Zhao Yunzheng stood there calmly and unscathed.

"escape!"

Fujiwara Onimu, whose arm was broken, had a thought in his mind, endured the severe pain and quickly turned around and fled, trying to leave quickly.

"Want to leave?"

Seeing this, Zhao Yunzheng opened his eyes, waved his left hand, and took out the spear.

call out!

The spear roared and shot through the air, like a cheetah.

Poof!

The next second, the spear penetrated Fujiwara Oniki's back, came out of his chest, penetrated his entire body, and nailed Fujiwara Oniki to the ground.