Chapter 386

Wu Guang rushed into the depths of the Peng army camp and looked ahead. He saw a large carriage in the densest part of the Peng army. The carriage was square, almost ten feet long and wide. It looked like a small house. The carriage was made of red sandalwood, with golden dragons and phoenixes on it. A closer look revealed that it was inlaid with gold grains by skilled craftsmen. Even the most inconspicuous corners of the carriage were inlaid with gold foil and gold leaves. In front of the carriage, there were two rows of tall horses, four in front and four in the back. They were equally strong and of the same height. There was not even a stray hair on the eight horses.

Just looking at the luxury of the carriage, the unparalleled pomp, and the density of the Peng soldiers and generals around it, Wu Guang immediately judged that the identity of the person in the carriage was very extraordinary. If nothing unexpected happened, it was Zhong Tian himself.

His eyes lit up and he shouted, "Whoever stops me will die!" As he spoke, he swung the spirit sword in his hand, and the sharp blade cut through the sky, producing streaks of cold light like snowflakes. From time to time, some of the Peng soldiers blocking him were hit by the spirit sword, blood splattered three feet, and they fell to the ground screaming.

When Wu Guang rushed to the front of the carriage, two Peng generals riding tall horses came forward, one holding a gun and stabbed Wu Guang in the chest, and the other holding a knife and chopped Wu Guang's neck horizontally.

Wu Guang reacted very quickly, without thinking, holding the knife in one hand, swung it outward, and with a crisp sound, he bounced off the spirit sword that was chopped horizontally, and then his body moved to the side again, and then dodged the spirit spear that was stabbing in front of him. At the moment when the opponent was about to retract the gun and attack again, his arm wrinkled and retracted violently, and with a bang, he clamped the opponent's spirit spear under his ribs.

"Ah?"

The general was shocked and tried to pull back the spirit spear, but Wu Guang's sword had already swept back.

Puff!

The sword hit the general's waist, the blade went in from the left rib and out from the right rib, cutting him in half.

The general's upper body had fallen off the horse, and his lower body was still hanging on the horse's back, his internal organs were all over the ground. On the other side, the general watched his companion die tragically under Wu Guang's sword, screamed, exerted all his arm strength, and chopped down Wu Guang's head with the spirit sword in his hand. Wu Guang moved very quickly and put the sword back on the shelf.

Clang clang - the spirit sword chopped on his sword handle and bounced up more than half a foot high. Wu Guang was not hurt, but the general's arm was numb and his knuckles were cracked. He cried out inwardly, "It's terrible!" The general opened his eyes wide, endured the pain, took back the spirit sword, and swept it again. Wu Guang didn't have time to tangle with him now. He shouted, thrust his spiritual sword forward, and a light suddenly appeared, and a chaotic spiritual wind followed.

Unexpectedly, his spiritual martial arts skills were used so quickly. General Peng was not prepared enough. At this time, it was too late to retract the sword that had been swept out to use skills to resist it.

The flying spiritual blades instantly shattered the spiritual armor of General Peng. From head to feet, countless wounds were cut by the chaotic spiritual wind. The whole person screamed in pain and fell off the warhorse like a blood gourd. He lay on the ground, and his body twitched a few times before he stopped moving.

It was said to be late, but it was fast. Wu Guang cut the two generals with his sword in the blink of an eye.

The surrounding Peng soldiers saw this and were so scared that their souls flew away. They dared not step forward to stop him and avoided to both sides. They moved aside, leaving a wide passage for Wu Guang. He rode his horse almost unimpeded to the carriage, thrust the sword in his hand forward, and then raised it up, swish! The curtain of the carriage was torn open by the blade. Wu Guang looked inside and saw that there was only one person sitting in the wide carriage. He was about 40 or 50 years old, with a white face and black beard, and wearing a brocade robe. At this time, the man was full of panic and was looking out, just meeting Wu Guang's eyes.

Wu Guang was now no different from a blood man. The spiritual armor on his body could no longer be seen in its original color. It was completely stained red with blood. It was hard to tell whether it was his own or someone else's. Looking at it coldly, it was like a demon crawling out of hell. After the middle-aged man saw it, his hair almost stood up in fear, and his body became weak. Not to mention running, he couldn't even shout.

"Are you Zhong Tian?" Wu Guang had never seen Zhong Tian. He only knew that he had a white face and black beard, and looked similar to the man in the car.

"I don't..." The middle-aged man was about to speak, but Wu Guang didn't give him a chance to speak. He sneered and shouted, "I'm looking for you!" As he spoke, he thrust the knife in his hand into the carriage. With a thud, the blade of the spiritual knife hit the middle-aged man's chest and pierced his body.

Wu Guang shouted, "Come out!" He swung his arm outward with force, and the middle-aged man's body was still hanging on the spiritual knife and was forcibly taken out of the carriage. Plop! The middle-aged man fell to the ground outside the carriage, his eyes rolled back, and he only spit out two mouthfuls of blood. His head tilted to the side and he died on the spot.

"Haha——"

Wu Guang laughed. He didn't need the other party to sign up. This person was most likely Zhong Tian. He didn't expect that the first traitor of Feng Country would die in his hands. Thinking of this, he raised the spirit knife above his head and chopped it down. With a crisp sound, the head of the corpse fell off. He picked it up with the tip of the knife, held it in his hand, and tied it around his waist.

He had just tied the head when the sound of hurried horse hooves suddenly came from the side. Wu Guang was about to look back, but suddenly, there was a bad wind on his side, and the air was turbulent, as if there was a spirit wave coming. Sensing the approach of danger, Wu Guang had no time to think about it. He instinctively rolled down on the horse and rolled a long way.

The moment he rolled away, hundreds of spiritual thorns were approaching. The spiritual thorns did not hurt Wu Guang, but turned the stopped horse into a hornet's nest. The force of these spiritual thorns was so fierce that it penetrated the long body of the war horse. After hundreds of spiritual thorns flew past, only a blur of flesh and blood remained on the war horse.

ah? Wu Guang, who was lying on the ground, could see it clearly, and at the same time he broke out in a cold sweat. What a domineering soul-chasing stab! Who is coming? He jumped up from the ground and raised his head to look at the person who had sneaked up on him.

The visitor was covered in sky-blue spiritual armor and held a Nine-turn Universe Spear in his hand. He stepped off the White Dragon Colt and looked at him with cold eyes, majestic and murderous. Wu Guang didn't know this person, and he had never heard of such a number one person in his memory. He frowned and asked in a cold voice: "Come and give me your name!"

"Zhong Wu!"

When the person announced his name, he rushed up to Wu Guang. The head of the Nine-Turn Qiankun Gun trembled wildly, pulling out three spear flowers in the air, stabbing Wu Guang's throat and left and right chests.

oh! It turns out that he is Zhong Wu, Zhong Tian’s second son! Wu Guang was not afraid to laugh back. He dodged more than two meters sideways and got rid of all three shots of the opponent. Then he said with a smile: "It turned out to be Zhong Tian's evil son! It's okay, now your thief father thief My brothers are all dead, and you are the only one left. I don’t think you need to live anymore. Go to the underworld to keep company with your father and brother!”

"Fuck your mother!" Zhong Wu heard this and his nose was almost twisted with anger. The spirit gun in his hand glowed brightly. Blood Soul Chase suddenly appeared, and dark red spirit thorns formed an overwhelming giant in the air. The nets all shot towards Wu Guang's vital points.

In fact, if Wu Guang could calm down and analyze, he would immediately feel that something was wrong. Zhong Tian was Zhong Wu's father. If he died, Zhong Wu would be devastated. But now Zhong Wu only has an angry look on his face, not anything. Sad emotion. But now Zhong Wu's skills are so powerful that Wu Guang can't calm down and think about it.

The color of the blood soul chaser can be used to judge the opponent's level of cultivation. The redder the released spirit thorns, the deeper the cultivation level, and vice versa. Zhong Wu's blood soul chaser thorns are already dark red, that's all. , Wu Guang judged that the other party's cultivation level was definitely not lower than his own.

It was impossible to dodge the large-scale attack skills of Xuehunchai. At the critical moment, Wu Guang used all his strength and shouted: "Well done!" Before he finished speaking, the Yanyue Sword in his hand glowed with a strange light. , the spiritual chaos and extremes are released.

call!

There were so many spiritual blades, they gathered together like a hurricane. Because there were so many, the whistling sound produced when they rubbed against the air was eardrum-shaking.

Wu Guang's Spiritual Chaos Jiji collided with Zhong Wu's Blood Soul Chase. At that moment, it seemed as if the world was about to collapse. The spiritual blades and spiritual thorns collided with each other, shattering together, and the waves caused spread outward. Waves of air formed one after another. Even the soldiers standing more than ten meters away were oppressed by the waves and involuntarily retreated backwards. At the same time, the soil on the ground was rolled up high by the spiritual blades and spiritual thorns, flying sand and rocks, covering the sky and the sun. People around had the illusion that they were in purgatory.

It seemed as if a century had passed before the field gradually became quiet. When the dust dispersed, when they looked at the two people in the field, the surrounding soldiers and generals were startled.

Wu Guang stood on the ground and did not move, but moved back two or three meters away. His feet left two long traces on the ground. Looking at him, there were signs on his left shoulder, above his left chest, lower abdomen, There were blood holes as thick as a thumb on his right leg and other places, and blood was constantly flowing out from the cracked spiritual armor.

Looking at Zhong Wu again, the situation was not much better. The white dragon colt he stepped off had become a blood dragon colt. It was impossible to count the number of cuts on his body. All four hooves were broken and he fell to the ground motionless. He was originally sitting on the horse. Zhong Wu was already standing on the ground. The spiritual armor on his head was shattered and his hair was disheveled. There were two dazzling blood marks on his face, which dyed half of his face red. The spiritual armor on his body was also incomplete and was scratched by the spiritual blade. There were more than ten wounds, some of which were so deep that even the bones were exposed.

It can be said that Wu Guang and Zhong Wu's head-to-head battle of skills resulted in a lose-lose situation for both sides, as neither one took advantage of the other.

Wu Guang endured the excruciating pain in his body and squinted his eyes at Zhong Wu opposite him. At the same time, he nodded secretly. It seemed that the rumors were not all false. Zhong Wu was indeed a spiritual and martial arts wizard, both in terms of cultivation and skills. Outstanding.

He slowly raised the knife in his hand, pointed it at Zhong Wu, and said coldly: "Come again!"