Chapter 847

"I heard it, I heard it! It's calling the soul!" The Sichuan soldier came out from the corner with his pants lifted up, then picked up the spear that fell on the ground, and walked out of the alley while mumbling something.

Seeing that he was fine, several Sichuan soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, and then said dissatisfiedly: "Afu, you ***, why did you throw away your weapon?"

"You fell down by the wall, it's not my fault!" The Sichuan soldier named Afu said impatiently.

After standing in the crowd for a while, Afu said to several companions around him: "My fellow countryman's little brother is in the 15th Corps, I'll go over to see him."

"What time is it now? You still want to see your fellow countryman? Look, the captain is over there!" A Sichuan soldier said in a low voice, and his eyes kept drifting diagonally forward.

Ah Fu looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled and said, "The captain is over there, I'll go this way, it's okay, I'll go over and take a look and then come back. The 15th Corps is in front, who knows if I can still see living people after this battle."

Hearing him say this, several Sichuan soldiers around sighed at the same time. In fact, the Sichuan soldiers were not willing to come to Fengguo to fight. The long journey of thousands of miles was not only hard, but also the climate of Fengguo made them very uncomfortable. However, the king's order was difficult, and they could only obey the order.

"Go and come back quickly! Hide from the captain, don't let the captain see you, otherwise you will be in trouble."

"I know." Ah Fu responded, avoiding the captain's side and walking forward from the other side.

The streets were full of Sichuan soldiers and Zhen soldiers. Ah Fu walked close to the wall, trying not to attract other people's attention. When he walked to the 15th Corps of the Sichuan Army, he did not stop, but continued to move forward.

The corps at the front of the 150,000 Sichuan-Zhen coalition was the 7th Corps of Sichuan. The strength of each corps of the regular central army of Sichuan can be judged by ranking. The top ten corps are the strongest, followed by the tenth, the twentieth, and so on. The corps beyond the hundredth are basically composed of reserve troops, mostly old, young, sick and disabled, with extremely poor combat effectiveness.

When we arrived at the Seventh Corps, the Sichuan Army's military appearance was obviously different. Each of them had a bright helmet and armor, and was full of energy and spirit. Looking closely, the soldiers were all strong men aged between 20 and 30, with sturdy and strong bodies. Even the weapons they used were slightly larger than those of other corps.

At this time, Ah Fu subconsciously slowed down and walked more carefully, keeping his body close to the wall, trying not to touch the Sichuan soldiers next to him. At the same time, he looked forward and looked forward. When he saw Dou Kui, who was at the front of the Seventh Corps, riding a tall horse and surrounded by many Sichuan generals and Zhen generals, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He didn't dare to continue looking forward. If he got closer, the aura he exuded might attract the attention of Sichuan generals and Zhen generals, which was the last thing he wanted to happen.

He silently calculated the distance between himself and Dou Kui in his mind, and nodded secretly. This was within his range of attack. While he was thinking about what to do, a Sichuan soldier next to him looked him up and down, and then asked in a deep voice: "Hey! Which corps are you from?"

Ah Fu blinked and said, "I'm from the 49th Corps."

"The 49th Corps?" The Sichuan soldier asked suspiciously: "Isn't the 49th Corps behind? Why did you run here?"

Ah Fu smiled awkwardly and said: "I heard that General Liao Sheng and General Jiang Fan of Feng State had a fight, so I came to see."

The Sichuan soldier immediately raised his eyebrows, widened his eyes, and scolded coldly: "This is in front of the two armies. Do you think this is a place where you can walk around casually? What did your corps commander teach you?"

"Hey? Brother, let's talk nicely. Why are you scolding me?" Ah Fu raised his voice and said dissatisfiedly.

"When did I scold you..."

"You can scold people at will in the Seventh Corps! I don't think you are that good. How did your Corps Commander teach you? You are just looking for fame, shitty Seventh Corps!"

He said this in a loud voice, at least enough for the nearby Sichuan soldiers to hear clearly. Standing in the Seventh Corps and scolding the Seventh Corps, this is simply courting death. No matter which corps it is, it will definitely not be tolerated, not to mention that Ah Fu is just an ordinary soldier.

As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten people came over and surrounded him.

"Boy, say it again if you have the guts!" A man with a bad temper in the crowd shouted angrily.

"What? Are you bullying people now by relying on your numbers? You Seventh Corps are just looking for fame, but in fact you are just a group of bears! Haha——" Ah Fu squinted at the Sichuan soldiers around him and laughed loudly.

The dozen Sichuan soldiers around him were about to burst into flames. If they were not on the battlefield, they would have taken action long ago, but the strict military discipline of the Sichuan Army made them suppress their anger.

No one took action, and no one talked back. People just stared at him.

These guys can really keep their temper! Ah Fu muttered in his heart, raised his hand and pointed at everyone, and said arrogantly: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, get too close to you bastards, and you will be unlucky!"

He kept speaking rudely, and some of the Sichuan soldiers really couldn't stand it. The one who just questioned roared: "Boy, you want to be beaten!" While speaking, he raised his fist and hit Ah Fu in the face.

He was fast, and Ah Fu was not satisfied with his speed. The latter raised his fist and hit back at the opponent's fist.

A snapping sound was heard in the earlobes, and the fists of the two men collided firmly. Ah Fu was fine, but the Sichuan soldier who punched first screamed, fell on his back, held his arm, and rolled on the ground in pain.

The people around were shocked and hurriedly looked down to check. After seeing clearly, their faces changed. It turned out that the Sichuan soldier's metacarpal bones were smashed, his five fingers were twisted beyond recognition, and even his arm bones were broken. The white bones pierced through the skin and clothes and stuck out of the body.

Two fists collided, and one person was injured like this. Is the other person still a human? Is his fist made of iron?

Before the Sichuan soldiers came to their senses, Ah Fu, who had provoked the incident and injured people, was the first to complain, screaming: "Oh no, the bastards from the Seventh Corps killed people, help me--"

When he shouted at the top of his voice, not only most of the people in the Seventh Corps heard it, but even Dou Kui heard it. He frowned and looked back. Seeing that the middle section of the Seventh Corps was in a mess and there was constant noise, he said in a deep voice: "General Wang Peng, go and see what happened behind, why is it so chaotic?"

"Yes!" The Sichuan general named Wang Peng intervened and responded, turned his horse's head and walked back. Other Sichuan generals and Zhen generals also turned their heads and stretched their necks to look around, trying to see clearly what was going on.

But at this moment, Ah Fu, who was surrounded and beaten by many Sichuan soldiers, suddenly had a black mist around his body, and then his body disappeared. When he reappeared, he had appeared under the belly of Dou Kui's warhorse.

All the Sichuan generals, Zhen generals, including Dou Kui himself, felt the fluctuation of spiritual pressure and noticed that there was an extra person under Dou Kui's horse. But before people could come to their senses, Ah Fu under the horse's belly suddenly bounced up like a spring. With a bang, his body hit the horse's belly heavily, and the force was so great that the horse and Dou Kui on the horse were lifted up more than half a meter. Dou Kui screamed, lost his balance, and fell off the horse on his back. While his body was still falling, Ah Fu swung his hand knife in the air, and with a click, Dou Kui's body was split into two in the air, and both bodies fell to the ground, with blood and internal organs flowing all over the ground.

It sounds slow, but it was actually very fast, and it happened in just a moment.

Poor Sichuan general Dou Kui, he didn't even see who the enemy was, and died in a confused state, and he was cut in the middle of the body.

Seeing Dou Kui's body cut in two, the Sichuan and Zhen generals around were dumbfounded. After a moment of shock, people screamed subconsciously. Turning their heads, they saw a Sichuan soldier standing among the generals. This was nothing special, but the strange thing was that one of his arms had completely turned into a long sword, thin and long, black, and emitting a gloomy black light.

Blood dripped from the tip of the sword to the ground.

The generals woke up as if from a dream, and a Zhen general shouted: "Shadow ***! It's a dark spiritual practitioner——"

Ah Fu sneered, lowered his body, and drilled out through the gap between the generals' horses.

"Revenge for the general! We can't let him run away!" The eyes of the Sichuan generals were red, and one of them rode his horse and rushed forward regardless of anything, chasing Ah Fu from behind, and the spiritual spear went straight to his back.

Ah Fu reacted very quickly, as if he had eyes on his back. He shrank into a ball and rolled to the side. He not only avoided the sharp edge of the opponent's spiritual spear, but also let the horse that was charging straight pass.

However, at this moment of delay, several Sichuan and Zhen generals rushed to the front and surrounded Ah Fu. The spiritual spears and spiritual swords fell on him.

At the critical moment, Ah Fu's body emitted black mist and disappeared again. Then, he had flashed out of the encirclement of the enemies.

He wanted to run, but the anxious Sichuan and Zhen generals chased him relentlessly. He ran out of two steps and was caught up by the enemy generals. This time Ah Fu stopped running. He stood in place, looked at the enemy generals and soldiers around him, and laughed with his head raised. Then, his body began to gasify, and he and his clothes instantly turned into a ball of white mist and floated towards the group of houses beside the main street.

"Hurry up and follow the spiritual mist, and find the assassin's body!" The experienced Zhen Jiang immediately judged that it was the dark spiritual practitioner who dispersed the shadow magic and collected the spiritual energy back into the body. As long as they followed the spiritual mist, they could find the opponent's true body.

At the reminder of Zhen Jiang, some Sichuan generals who were still dazed shouted and urged their horses to chase the spiritual mist.

This Sichuan soldier named Afu had actually been killed by Tang Yin. Tang Yin had burned his soul and absorbed Afu, and released the shadow magic, transformed into Afu's appearance, and mixed into the Sichuan soldiers. Unfortunately, the Sichuan soldiers were not spiritual practitioners, and they could not detect Afu's changes, nor could they feel the spiritual energy he exuded. As a result, Tang Yin's shadow magic mixed to Dou Kui's vicinity, and suddenly attacked and killed him.

This is the terrifying thing about the inner sect dark spiritual practitioners, which makes people hard to guard against.