All the soldiers of Samsara Immortal City held up their weapons and howled loudly, celebrating Zhao Yunzheng's victory.
The resounding cheers and fighting spirit in the Immortal City of Samsara were overwhelming, but the Zhepan troops felt as if they had been struck by lightning.
The Zhepan soldiers looked at the black-clothed warrior who had been shot to death in just one round, all dumbfounded and full of disbelief.
"Dead, how did you die so quickly?"
"It's over, it seems that we are really going to lose."
"What should we do? Let's just run for our lives. If we stay, we must die."
The soldiers of the Zhepan army said something to you and me, it was a lively scene.
Soon, negative emotions erupted from the Zhepan army.
"Shut up, everyone!"
Seeing this, Fujiwara Ichiro was furious, and roared: "Anyone who 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 step up this time.
Glancing at the corpse of the warrior in black, and then at Zhao Yunzheng standing in front of the formation, Fujiwara Ichiro panicked, thought for a while, and shouted loudly to his subordinates:
"Don't be afraid, everyone. This general just received a military report that reinforcements are coming. When our reinforcements arrive, we will surely win!"
Having said that, Fujiwara Ichiro paused for a few seconds, and then shouted:
"Now, whoever dares to go up to meet the enemy, this general promises that as long as the enemy's head is captured, a hundred boxes of purple gold will be rewarded, and the officer will be promoted to three ranks."
Compared with the previous rewards, this time the rewards are also heavier.
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the soldiers who were still afraid just now lit up, but considering their own strength, the eyes of most of them soon dimmed.
"I come!"
Just at this moment, an energetic voice resounded in the crowd in vain.
Everyone looked around, and saw a samurai holding a samurai sword and wearing armor stepping out of the crowd. When he saw his face, everyone was shocked and overjoyed: "Fujiwara ghost tree? It's Fujiwara ghost tree!"
Everyone knows that Fujiwara Onimi is the number one samurai of the Fujiwara Clan. He claims to sweep the world with a mad sword. He once fought against the shogunate and killed three generals of the shogunate. He has become famous since then.
Now that Fujiwara Onimaki is willing to make a move, there is hope for this battle!
Not only ordinary soldiers, but even Ichiro Fujiwara, who was sitting on horseback, was overjoyed and excited, and cheered him up:
"Ghostwood, if you can decapitate the enemy, I will protect you as my successor to the Fujiwara clan!"
"Thank you, General!"
Fujiwara Guimu was overjoyed when he heard the words, and immediately bent his right foot like a crossbow. The next second, he kicked his foot like a sharp arrow, and rushed towards Zhao Yunzheng like lightning.
"snort!"
Zhao Yunzheng smiled coldly, seeing that the other party had no horse, he simply turned over and dismounted.
After landing, Zhao Yunzheng shook the spear in his hand, and then leaned forward.
In the next second, Zhao Yun was running out like a cheetah, but in the blink of an eye, he met Fujiwara Ghost Wood head-on.
Phew!
The long knife was out of its sheath, and the light of the knife was blooming. I saw Fujiwara Ghost Tree swiping at Zhao Yunzheng's head with a seemingly random swing, with lightning speed, which made people speechless.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this, not to mention that ordinary people would never have such a speed of swordsmanship, and even experts who have been handling swords all the year round would find it difficult to use such swordsmanship.
"The knife skills are good!"
Zhao Yun was expressionless, shook his head and said, "Unfortunately"
The voice fell down, and I saw Zhao Yunzheng swiping his spear, and easily opened Fujiwara Oniki's samurai sword.
At this moment, a huge force instantly staggered Fujiwara Onimi back.
"how so?"
Being easily resolved, Fujiwara Onimi's heart was shocked, and his face changed drastically.
He never expected that Zhao Yunzheng would easily defuse his killing blow with just a single encounter, and he would be knocked back again and again by Juli.
No! I will not lose!
"Today, either you die or I die!"
Fujiwara Onikiki roared, gripping the handle of the knife with both hands, and with a sudden swing, the blade drew an arc visible to the naked eye in the air. In an instant, the murderous aura in his body rose suddenly, the blade buzzed, and the air exploded wherever he pointed it!
When Zhepan Dajun saw this, Qiqi was startled, and thenOne of them widened his eyes in excitement.
Phew!
Fujiwara Onikiki waved his hands, and the samurai sword slashed at Zhao Yunzheng. Due to the friction of the air, the blade made a whirring sound, like a lion roaring, quite impressive!
"die!"
Zhao Yunzheng, who was standing still as proud as Mount Tai, didn't open his mouth until the blade was approaching.
At the same time, Zhao Yun was holding a long spear in his hand, and simply and roughly stabbed the long knife swung by Fujiwara Onimi.
At this moment, Zhao Yunzheng's gun body was like a shooting star, with a fierce momentum, surrounded by green energy, and overflowing with murderous aura.
"Boom!"
The metal gun head full of power hit the blade fiercely, and sparks burst out immediately.
In the next second, there was a sound of "click!"
Under Zhao Yunzheng's brutal attack, the samurai sword in Fujiwara Onimi's hand was cut in two at the waist, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".
Boom!
Looking at this scene, Fujiwara Ichiro and others were shocked and astonished as if struck by lightning, and their faces turned pale with fright.
Fujiwara Ghost Wood is known as the number one samurai of the Fujiwara Clan, and its strength is recognized by the entire Fujiwara Clan. It is really unbelievable that the precious sword in his hand can be easily broken in the hands of Zhao Yunzheng!
"how so?"
?Compared to everyone, the shock on Fujiwara Onimi's face as the master of the sword was no less than that of everyone behind him, and he almost staggered to the ground.
"Surrender can live!"
Zhao Yunzheng's eyes were burning like a torch, and he said coldly: "Otherwise, die!"
"You, you actually destroyed my precious sword!"
Fujiwara Onikiki's whole body trembled with anger, feeling that he had been greatly insulted, but his face was full of horror, and he felt powerless to take revenge.
From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the tens of thousands of soldiers behind him staring at him. Fujiwara Onikiki couldn't retreat, so he dropped the samurai sword in his hand, made a fist with five fingers, and swung his arms, hitting the opponent's door directly.
Seeing this, Zhao Yun was holding the gun in his left hand, and he swung his fist with his right hand to meet him.
Boom!
Iron fist against iron fist, with a bang.
Fujiwara Oniki's arm clicked, and accompanied by earth-shattering screams, it hung down like a marionette.
On the other hand, Zhao Yunzheng stood there calmly, unscathed.
"Escape!"
Fujiwara Onikiki, whose arm was broken, had a thought, 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 released the spear.
Phew!
The spear roared and shot out like a cheetah.
Poof!
In the next second, the spear pierced Fujiwara Onimi's back, protruded from his chest, penetrated his entire body, and nailed Fujiwara Onimi to the ground. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com