Episode 10 Chapter 589
Chapter 589
Wu Guang didn't have time to talk to Shi Xiao. He whispered, "Don't waste time. If the enemy surrounds the camp, not only you and I can't get away, but the princess and the Jade King will also be captured by the enemy. Can you bear this responsibility? TXT download!"
After saying that, he didn't wait for Shi Xiao to react. He jumped on his warhorse, took off his crescent-shaped sword, and then covered himself with spiritual armor, spiritualized the long sword, separated the guards outside, and then headed straight for the Blood Guard Camp in front. (《》)
As soon as he urged his horse to rush out of his own crowd, three cavalrymen from the Blood Guard Camp came towards him. Two of them used guns and one used a sword. When they saw Wu Guang, the three of them raised their spiritual weapons and aimed at Wu Guang, casting spiritual skills at the same time.
The Blood Guard Camp cavalrymen who used swords cast the Spirit Chaos Wind, and the Blood Guard Camp cavalrymen who used guns cast the Soul Chaser. The spiritual blades and spiritual thorns condensed by the three people flew towards Wu Guang.
Wu Guang did not dodge, but poured his spiritual energy into his spiritual weapon. The spiritual sword in his hand shone brightly, and then Ling Luan Ji whistled out.
The spiritual blades and spiritual thorns cast by the opponent hit Ling Luan Ji's spiritual blade and instantly disappeared. Then, Ling Luan Ji's remaining spiritual blades continued to fly forward.
The three cavalrymen who had just cast their spiritual martial arts skills wanted to block it, but it was too late. As the dense spiritual blades swept past, the three people were shredded into pieces, including the horses.
The two sides only met once, and Wu Guang killed three soldiers of the Blood Guard Battalion in a row. The people of the Blood Guard Battalion behind him were all shocked. A captain urged his horse to pass the soldiers under his command, came close to Wu Guang, looked him up and down, and shouted: "Come and tell me your name!"
"Fengguo, Wu Guang!" Wu Guang gave his name, then looked directly into the other party's eyes and asked coldly: "Who are you?" Now he needs to delay the other party as much as possible to create enough time for the princess and King Yu to escape.
The captain was stunned for a moment, then he let out a long "oh" and said in a flat tone: "So you are Wu Guang, one of the four great generals of Fengguo! I am Han Dao from the Blood Guard Battalion!"
Wu Guang is knowledgeable and can tell that this person is not from Sichuan, but from Shenchi as soon as he heard the other party's name. (《》)
He said in a deep voice: "As a master of Shenchi, why don't you stay in Shenchi, but go to Chuanguo to be an accomplice and fight in Huanguo? This is contrary to Shenchi's style of not intervening in the disputes between nations!"
Han Dao shrugged and said: "Taking money from people and eliminating disasters for them is natural and has nothing to do with Shenchi's philosophy." As he spoke, he raised the spirit knife in his hand and said: "There is no point in saying more. Today you and I are each serving our respective masters, and we are bound to fight to the death!"
Wu Guang nodded and said: "Swords and guns have no eyes, I'm sorry!" While speaking, he urged his horse forward and chopped hard with a knife, going straight to the opponent's head. Han Dao shouted that it was a good time, he raised the spirit knife in his hand and took Wu Guang's heavy chop.
Dang! The two knives collided with each other, and a group of sparks burst out. At the same time, a layer of dust was shaken up on the ground around the two people, and sand flew all over the sky, and the sky and the earth changed color.
Han Dao felt his arm go numb and his palm hurt. He secretly said in his heart that Wu Guang was indeed worthy of his reputation. Whether it was his spiritual martial arts or his own strength, he was first-class.
"Take my sword too!" Han Dao shouted, exerting all his strength in his arms and slashing the spiritual sword horizontally towards Wu Guang's waist. Wu Guang didn't think about it and blocked it with his sword. There was another deafening sound, and Wu Guang and his horse retreated three steps horizontally.
The two of them fought back and forth, and fought for more than ten rounds while walking and circling. On the battlefield, the spiritual pressure released by the two became heavier and heavier, and the range became larger and larger. Gradually, the people watching the battle around them could not help but retreat again and again.
Han Dao's spiritual martial arts were definitely top-notch, but compared with Wu Guang, there was still some gap. The two fought for more than 20 rounds. Wu Guang became more and more courageous, while Han Dao seemed to be unable to do it, and his moves became more and more hasty. (《》)
Seeing that the opponent was already running out of strength, Wu Guang suddenly attacked, roaring and casting Cross Slash. At that moment, countless spiritual blades burst out, and the dense spiritual blades combined together to form a huge cross shape, with a piercing roar, and flew towards Han Dao rapidly.
Han Dao's heart was shocked, and in a hurry, he responded with Spirit Chaos Extreme, but his cultivation was slightly inferior to Wu Guang's, and his Spirit Chaos Extreme failed to completely offset Wu Guang's Cross Slash. A small part of the spiritual blades still shot at Han Dao's body.
There was a constant rustling sound in his ears, and the spiritual armor on Han Dao's chest was continuously attacked by spiritual blades. First, scratches appeared, and as more and more spiritual blades attacked, the scratches turned into cracks, and then, the one-foot-circle spiritual armor on his chest was completely shattered, and the spiritual blades scratched dozens of blood marks on his chest, and the skin and flesh on his chest were cut off a whole layer, revealing the white sternum.
This was thanks to his profound cultivation and tough spiritual armor, which resisted most of the spiritual blades. Otherwise, those spiritual blades would have been enough to crush his chest.
Even so, Han Dao couldn't bear it. He screamed in pain and fell off his horse. The huge wound on his chest made people feel scared. He fainted on the spot.
Seeing this, the soldiers of the Blood Guard Camp around were shocked. A dozen people rushed out immediately to stop Wu Guang, and several others went to rescue Han Dao and dragged him back to their own camp.
When people brought him back, they looked at Han Dao again. He was breathing out more than breathing in, and it seemed that he was dying.
"General, Brother Han Dao is dying!" The soldiers of the Blood Guard Camp took out the golden wound medicine, opened the lid, and randomly sprinkled it on his chest wound, while shouting at Qin Hui.
Another centurion was about to be killed in the Wind Camp. Qin Hui's face was extremely ugly. He didn't say anything, but the flame on the spirit spear in his hand had become thicker and more intense, and even the temperature around him seemed to rise by more than ten degrees at once.
Before Qin Hui went into battle, another centurion named An Yao rushed to Wu Guang and fought with him.
This man used a spirit spear, and his spirit weapon was comparable to Han Dao. After fighting with Wu Guang for more than 30 rounds, she gradually began to show signs of exhaustion.
Wu Guang used the same trick again and suddenly attacked again, using the cross-cutting and extremely fierce attack on the opponent. This time, An Yao was well prepared and did not dare to take Wu Guang's killing move head-on. At the critical moment, she threw away the stirrups and flew to the side.
Pounce! Wu Guang's cross slash didn't hit An Yao, but it crushed her mount into pieces. After An Yao stabilized her body on the ground, she wanted to fight back, but Wu Guang's second killing move came again. This time, it was the Blood Soul Chase, a blood-red spiritual thorn, that attacked her.
An Yao was shocked and broke into a cold sweat. She had no time to block it, so she could only withdraw and dodge again. However, although the Blood Soul Chase was just a spiritual thorn, it was not so easy to dodge. When her body rushed to the side, the Blood Soul Chase seemed to have life, turned in the air, and continued to shoot at her.
With a puff, although this blood-red spiritual thorn did not pierce An Yao's vitals, it pierced her shoulder blade, entered from the front of her body, and came out from behind, directly piercing a big hole in her shoulder.
An Yao groaned, staggered back five or six steps, and then sat on the ground, unable to stand up for a long time. Fearing that Wu Guang would chase him, the soldiers of the Blood Guard Camp rushed forward and protected the injured Dark Demon.
The opponent was just a woman, and Wu Guang did not want to kill her. Seeing that the opponent was injured and retreating, he pulled the reins of his warhorse, held the knife in one hand, stood in front of the people of the Blood Guard Camp, adjusted his breathing, and took this opportunity to recover as much strength as possible.
He defeated two centurions of the Blood Guard Camp in succession, killing one and injuring the other, and his own physical strength and spiritual energy were also consumed.
At this time, another centurion of the Blood Guard Camp wanted to go forward to fight Wu Guang, but Qin Hui could no longer bear it, and shouted angrily: "All retreat!"
His words frightened the remaining three centurions who were eager to try, and they all shrank their necks, did not dare to make a sound, and turned their horses to retreat to their camp.
Whether it was the people of Shenchi or the people of Sichuan in the Blood Guard Camp, they were all extremely respectful to Qin Hui. First, he was the head of the corps of the Blood Guard Camp and the immediate superior of the people. Second, he himself was born into a noble family in Shenchi.
In Shenchi, not everyone was nameless. All nobles had names, and nobles also had the right to give names to those Shenchi people who had no names. Qin Hui had the title of earl in Shenchi, and was considered one of the upper class people in Shenchi.
At this time, Qin Hui stopped his men, then knocked his feet on the stirrups, urged his horse forward, and came close to Wu Guang. He lowered his head, looked at the spirit spear in his hand, and murmured: "A mere general, but I have to trouble this seat to take action personally..."
Listening to his words, it was unclear whether he was blaming Wu Guang or his own subordinates. Wu Guang almost laughed with anger. He had fought on the battlefield and encountered many opponents, but he had never seen such an arrogant person as this man, who did not take him seriously at all.
He took a deep breath and asked, "Who are you? Tell me your name!"
Qin Hui finally raised his head, met Wu Guang's eyes, and said slowly, "Qin Hui."
"Qin Hui? Never heard of him." Wu Guang pointed at him with his spirit knife and said seriously, "Are you from Sichuan or Shenchi?"
"What's the difference?" Qin Hui was stunned by his question, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked back.
"If you are from Sichuan, I have nothing to say. If you are from Shenchi, I advise you to return to Shenchi as soon as possible and don't wade into this muddy water of Sichuan again..."
Before Wu Guang finished speaking, Qin Hui couldn't help laughing up and shook his head and said, "You are going to die immediately, but you still have the leisure to worry about me. It's really interesting."
Wu Guang's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice, "It seems that you and I can only see the truth in the sword!" While speaking, he held the spirit knife with both hands and made a posture ready to attack.
Qin Hui's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stretched out three fingers and said in a serious tone: "If I can't knock you off your horse within ten rounds, and if I can't take your head within thirty rounds, I will spare your life today!"