Chapter 1595 Come On!

It's not that Yan Po has been on the battlefield for hundreds of years, but he is not as free and easy as a young man in his twenties.

It's just that he shoulders the weight of a country, so he can't help but think more.

Once he let go of his worries, Zhou Xiong was at a disadvantage in an instant!

Jiang Wang is not a minion who can be killed at will. Even if Zhou Xiong is a powerful person in the God Realm who combines Confucianism and Legalism, he must mobilize a huge force to kill Jiang Wang.

However, Yan Po, a veteran on the battlefield, is his opponent.

Why should he be distracted? Why dare to divide his strength?

Distracting himself to kill Jiang Wang means... he will also give Yan Po a chance to kill him!

He even has the determination to sacrifice himself to kill Yan Po and Jiang Wang, but sacrificing himself to kill only Jiang Wang is obviously not worthwhile. It is not worth it for himself and the country.

Only then did he eliminate the thread of Jiang Wang's sword energy and avoid Yan Po's fierce long knife.

Zhou Xiong suddenly turned his head, and sang a long song with a splendid literary spirit——

"The general's reputation has been ruined after hundreds of battles! Looking back at the river bridge, thousands of miles away, the old friends are gone forever!"

The Dao Yuan was surging, and there were rivers in his body.

In the vast white air, suddenly, the golden swords and iron horses appeared, and the swords and spears came out like a forest! They surrounded Yan Po in an instant.

The flags were waving, and the horses were stepping on the battlefield, and they went to roll Jiang Wang.

As a strong man who has been guarding Changluo Mansion for many years, although he has not made much contribution to the art of war, his ability to fight and kill is extremely strong. Jiang Wang gambled with his death and broke his game. He quickly turned to the second battle option——

He wanted to drag Jiang Wang and Yan Po into a close-range melee.

In the head-on confrontation between Shenlin and Shenlin, an outer building monk who couldn't keep up with the rhythm would only be a hindrance. And the closer the distance, the more intense the fight, the more difficult it is for the monks under Shenlin to catch the rhythm... because all the gaps are widened in the battle of life and death between millimeters.

Although Yan Po's spiritual realm is shaking his spiritual realm, interfering with each other, it is difficult to see its effect.

But there is still a magnificent literary spirit that moves the world.

Writing an article is like a general deploying troops and a soldier dying on the battlefield. There are ups and downs, a beginning and an end.

A good man uses a spear as a pen and blood as ink, and the beautiful mountains and rivers are good for writing!

Under the influence of such a terrifying Confucian secret technique, the sound of partridges and cuckoos rang out again, and the sound was sad!

The sound of the partridges was "I can't go, brother."

The sound of the cuckoo was "It's better to go home."

The partridges were sad, and the cuckoos were sad.

Every move was two super-grade Taoist techniques, just to hold Jiang Wang's footsteps and let him join this life-and-death melee in a small space!

Of course, Yan Po was trying hard to interrupt this connection and fight with him, but what he didn't expect was that-

Jiang Wang didn't resist at all!

He did not resist the call of the two super-grade Taoist arts at all, and even took the initiative to accelerate. In an instant, his body was shining, his heavenly palace opened, and the sword immortal came to the world, and rushed into the battle group with a sword!

In astonishment, Zhou Xiong saw the eyes of the young genius of Qi State. There was no fear in them, only unparalleled confidence and excitement!

This young man, this Jiang Qingyang, has the courage to participate in the battle of the gods at close range and fight for life and death in a small space!

It should be known that in such a fight, the probability of death of the weak will be magnified many times.

Although they are enemies of the enemy country, although they are my enemies. But Zhou Xiong had to admit that this made him, who was over middle-aged, suddenly feel a bit of pride.

Reminded of his own youth when he was flamboyant and wanton!

No matter if he was a king, a general, or a wealthy family, as long as he drank hot blood into his throat, the young man would draw his sword in anger.

At this moment, the literary energy rolled up directly, and the spiritual consciousness shrank infinitely, returning to the surface of the golden body jade marrow.

He decided to let go of his fists and feet that had not been fully erupted for many years, and he fought wildly for this time.

It is not only the people of Qi who have the courage to die, and it is not only the country of Qi that has young heroes.

Although I am not young, I also have a young heart.

Isn't it just a gamble of life and death and a fight of courage?

Come on!

The Qi army surged past this battle group like a tide and collided with another crowd.

In this Minxi Corridor, on the edge of the battlefield where the Qi army and the Xia army were fighting, the Shenlin monk Zhou Xiong, the Shenlin monk Yan Po, and the Wailou monk Jiang Wang, launched the most intense and dangerous battle in a square inch!

The three figures almost mixed into a ball, and their fists, feet, swords and knives collided at a terrifying speed.

Among these three people, perhaps only Yan Po was the most unwilling to face such a development. Because in a battle in a square inch, there is no telling how many rounds will take place and how many decisions will be made in a breath. It is an all-round fight of will, ability, and fighting wisdom.

It is difficult for a monk under the divine presence not to be a hindrance.

Zhou Xiong would not care about Jiang Wang's life or death when he attacked, but he could not not care. Even if Jiang Wang said that life and death are determined by fate, and no one should be held responsible for his death... but it can't include him, Yan Po, who cut him into pieces for the sake of victory, right?

And if you have to always worry about whether the attack affects Jiang Wang, then constraints will arise.

Fighting life and death with an opponent like Zhou Xiong, the result of being tied up... can be imagined.

So he would rather fight with Zhou Xiong alone in a small space, and each of them has their own fate, and he doesn't want Jiang Wang to join in. No matter what kind of genius this is, there is an essential difference between him and the god!

Keeping the battle in its current state is a sure win. He and Zhou Xiong are fighting, Jiang Wang patrols around and waits for an opportunity to attack. In this way, the pressure is maintained until the end, and Zhou Xiong has only one way to go, which is defeat.

But he is trying to prevent the situation from changing... Jiang Wang took the initiative to crash into the battle group

He can't stop it, so he can only be forced to fight with a knife.

I just hope that Cao Jie can give me enough trust and not think that the knife he used to accidentally kill Jiang Wang was intentional.

He thought a little sadly.

A small country with few people, you have to think too much!

However, as the battle began, he soon discovered... he thought too much!

Jiang Wang could actually keep up with their fighting rhythm.

Although this young man has not yet reached the point where he can fight head-on with the powerful gods, it is no problem for him to play the supporting role and create opportunities for him. Even every sword of Jiang Wang came out at an angle that made him very comfortable. He clearly felt that Jiang Wang had integrated into his rhythm. With amazing fighting wisdom, he gave him a nearly perfect match!

Yan Po was more relaxed and more happy as the battle went on, and no matter how he swung freely, Jiang Wang could always appear in the most suitable position... There was really a wonderful tacit understanding.

No one had given him this tacit understanding for many years.

This feeling even reminded him of the person whose name could no longer be mentioned, and the days when they had fought side by side. It was just that at that time... he was still very weak. And that person was as young and glorious as Jiang Qingyang now.

In a time of great strife, wars never cease.

How many heroes, all like the great river flowing eastward!

Yan Po's sword light became brighter and brighter, and later, it was like thunder and rain, without a single gap. Then, the light disappeared. It became more plain and simple, and the moves were simple.

Only the cold blade approached Zhou Xiong's vitals again and again.

His spiritual consciousness was almost completely close to his body, and the more murderous he was, the less brilliant he was.

And Zhou Xiong finally began to feel powerless.

He did not hold back.

How could he hold back at this moment?

In a small space, he had already used all his killing moves.

This Jiang Wang was slippery, like a fallen leaf floating in the wind, coming and going suddenly, always mixed in Yan Po's offensive. If you want to attack him, you can't avoid Yan Po.

But he couldn't ignore it. Although Jiang Wang failed to transcend the essence of life, he really had the ability to hurt him!

Regardless of swordsmanship, magical powers, or Taoist arts, he had never seen another outer building monk who was so extreme.

He was originally looking for opportunities in the melee, but as soon as this life-and-death fight in a small space began, he was firmly suppressed. And as the battle progressed... he was already in a dilemma!

There was no chance...

He realized such a truth in his heart - before the war, he led an army of 50,000 and crushed them with divine presence. Who would have thought that there would be such a possibility?

It's hard to accept, but we must face the reality!

If there is any eternal spirit of Jiangyong Zhou, it is the word "face".

Wei Guangyao, Xu Can, and Gu Yong, despite their superior military strength and the help of the large formation, have been unable to defeat the Qi army. Even under the command of Chong Xuansheng, the Qi army is constantly counterattacking!

There was also movement on the distant mountains, and the battle for the northern highland front had begun.

The Victory Camp, which was mainly composed of Qiusha soldiers, and each of them had a full harvest and was fully armed, was simply unstoppable in the face of the Xia garrison that lacked an excellent general.

There was indeed no chance.

Retreat might be the best choice.

But Chu Min died in battle here.

How would he face Chu Rang if he escaped? How would he face Chu Gongyi?

But there were still 50,000 Xia troops here, and he just left these soldiers behind. How would he face the Xia Kingdom? How would he face the ancestors of the Zhou family?

Maybe he could still... kill Jiang Wang.

He lowered his expectations again in his heart. From risking his life to kill Yan Po and Jiang Wang, to only leaving one behind.

Between Yan Po and Jiang Wang, he chose Jiang Wang, who was easier to start with and more important to Qi.

Kill such a Jiang Wang who was unimpeded by the divine presence and could see the truth. Use his own death to extinguish the brilliance that Qi could see in the future!

Perhaps this is the only thing that can be done...

My father is a duke, and I am a divine presence.

Guarding Changluo, I have made contributions to the country and I have no regrets.

How did it... come to this?

He was very impressed by the counterattack plan arranged by Xi Guoshi himself. Even he, a Shenlin cultivator, came here urgently just to make sure that everything was foolproof.

Obviously, every step was correct, so how could it end like this?

Time? Fate? Luck?

Even if it was divine, it was hard to understand!

The spiritual realm was compressed like a coat, and the fist was clenched like a tiger. At this moment, Zhou Xiong's eyes were red, and he looked at Yan Po with murderous intent. The pure energy of the Confucian sect was condensed on his fist. In the heavy fist shadows, there were all wind, tiger, cloud and dragon, and he was ready to die with Yan Po.

Yan Po's knife did not waver at all.

In this advantageous situation, he was not afraid of risking his life. The more you fear death, the easier it is to die. There is no reason for people who have been on the battlefield for so many years not to understand.

Moreover, there is a huge difference between killing Shenlin and repelling Shenlin.

Killing Zhou Xiong would allow Yi State to keep its one-year harvest of Kaimai Dan! How many talents could this produce?

He was very happy to send Zhou Xiong off on his last journey.

So he did not retreat but advanced, using the blade to meet the fist bone!

And Jiang Wang...

Zhou Xiong noticed that Jiang Wang, like before, stepped on the Qingyun Immortal Art, and suddenly came back again--

Wait.

This time he went and never came back!

Zhou Xiong's strength was full and the momentum was on the string, but he watched Jiang Wang suddenly jump out of the battle group, flying all the way, flying farther and farther, and never looking back!

He actually ran away!

He was ready to resist Yan Po's attack.

Combining Jiang Wang's battle rhythm, flying speed, and the previous three people's battle positions... His Kairan Life and Death Seal had even calculated where to put Jiang Wang.

But what about the person?

What about such a big person?

Is this the genius of Qi?

We agreed to bet our lives, I'm on the table, are you running away?

Zhou Xiong couldn't help but wonder if this man named Jiang also had a whim!

However, with his cultivation as a god, he clearly used Confucianism's secret method of fighting to cover up his motives.

There is no reason for this gentleman to be deciphered by Jiang Wang from the Wailou Realm.

At this moment, the killing power accumulated in his body reached its peak, and he had no choice but to take action.

Zhou Xiong lost his original target and had no choice but to flip his hand and attack Yan Po!

"Even if there are thousands of people, I will go to the place of righteousness!"

The clear energy of the universe surges like clouds, and the generous ambition is heard all over the world.

His hand held the mountains, and opened the sky. Each finger was a kind of person, and every kind of person had a kind of generosity.

All die!

There was no loud sound, just the space that enveloped Yan Po was completely sunken!

The seal of life and death!

But at this moment, he suddenly became alert.

The vigilance was not due to Yan Po's oncoming sword, which was like a rushing river - no matter how strong Yan Po was, he would have expected it.

Be alert because...

His spiritual consciousness swept over him, and he saw through the hidden secrets behind him from the misfortune seal.

An indomitable sword, under the unification of the magical sword immortal, hit with overwhelming force!

Jiang Wang came again and again, and now he came at this moment when he was deciding between life and death!

The ability to control such fighter planes is truly unparalleled in the world.

But as the opponent who had taken advantage of the opportunity, Zhou Xiong felt particularly uncomfortable.

It was the awkward feeling that could not be dispelled since Jiang Wang joined the battle group, and it reached its peak at this moment, like a lump in his throat.

If this person doesn't die, who among the younger generation of Xia Kingdom can be his successor?

Even if the Qi army can be defeated in this battle, Jiang Mengxiong will be another one in the future!

With this thought in mind.

Zhou Xiong held the Seal of Life and Death and turned around suddenly!

He first spat out a mouthful of blood due to the backlash.

Immediately afterwards was Yan Po's knife that drove straight in.

He felt that his spiritual consciousness had been divided, his back was cut open, his golden body and chalcedony were disintegrating, and his soul was withering.

But he controlled his ultimate seal and moved forward desperately!

However, he saw——

Jiang Wang's clothes are fluttering, and his steps are like clouds.

Already retreated in a moment!

The unparalleled mountain-turning sword was withdrawn at the drop of a hat. It really didn't seem like a control that could be achieved without condensing spiritual consciousness.

With his last obsession, he continued to pursue——

Until the figure in the green shirt finally stopped.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he had reached his limit.

The infinitely dispersed Dao Yuan and spiritual consciousness, the constantly collapsing golden body and jade marrow body...

He pressed forward with almost no more powerful handprints.

Pressing down on Jiang Wang's face.

But Jiang Wang just looked at him calmly, without moving.

Silently...

A circle of red fire spread out.

Zhou Xiong's body, which had been slashed by Yan Po, maintained its final offensive posture and was annihilated without a trace.

The process of understanding his Samadhi had already begun when Jiang Wang saved people during the previous battle between Yan Po and Zhou Xiong, while using the True Fire of Samadhi to prevent the aftermath of the battle...