Chapter 402

Shangguan Yuanrang's arrival made Zhan Wudi lose the last bit of fighting spirit. He watched his warhorse being split in half by Shangguan Yuanrang. He didn't even fight back, but turned around and ran out of the battlefield. Shangguan Yuanrang didn't take other people seriously at all. In his opinion, the only one who could be called an opponent was Zhan Wudi.

Seeing Zhan Wudi was about to run away, Shangguan Yuanrang laughed twice, urged his horse to chase him. Zhan Wudi ran in a panic, and shouted to the Ning soldiers and generals around him: "Stop him! Stop him quickly!"

The Ning soldiers and generals were dumbfounded. Zhan Wudi was simply a god of war in their minds. When had he ever been defeated so miserably? He was even defeated without even a combo with the opponent. This was too incredible. Although they were surprised, many Ning soldiers still swarmed forward and blocked Shangguan Yuanrang's way.

Shangguan Yuanrang snorted and laughed, and rode his horse to the front of the Ning soldiers. He thrust forward with his three-pointed double-edged sword, and heard a pounce. Two Ning soldiers were pierced by the blade and their bodies were strung on the sword. Shangguan Yuanrang's arm trembled, and he shouted suddenly. There were two crisp sounds, and the bodies of the two Ning soldiers, along with their armor, were forcibly cracked and broken into two pieces. The spurting blood splashed all over the faces and bodies of the people around him. Before the rest of the Ning soldiers could come to their senses, Shangguan Yuanrang raised the three-pointed double-edged sword high with one hand and slashed it down with all his strength. Puff! A cold and eerie light flashed, and the heads of the four Ning soldiers who were blocking his side were all cut off in half. Only the corpses with half of their heads were left standing on the ground and shaking for a few times, and then fell to the ground one after another.

"Ah--"

Several Ning soldiers who rushed up from the other side roared and thrust the long halberds in their hands at Shangguan Yuanrang. Shangguan Yuanrang didn't even think about it. He quickly put away his sword and raised it with his backhand. With a snap, several long halberds were hit, and the halberd tips broke off and scattered all over the ground. Without waiting for the opponent to retreat, Shangguan Yuanrang swept out with his sword and knocked the Ning soldiers who were still holding half of their weapons to the ground.

Although the Ning soldiers were numerous, compared with Shangguan Yuanrang, they were no different from ants. Even without using spiritual martial arts skills, the sword was swung and it was as easy to chop people as to cut vegetables. Countless Ning soldiers rushed up and fell down. Where Shangguan Yuanrang passed, blood flowed like a river, and broken limbs and arms covered the ground. This was truly a bloody road.

Zhan Wudi did not run to his brother Zhan Wushuang, but ran to Zhong Tian.

At the critical moment, Zhan Wudi was not impulsive, but his mind was unusually calm. Shangguan Yuanrang was too powerful, and he was indeed not someone he could handle. However, the three Shenchi masters around Zhong Tian were not simple, but the three of them were unwilling to take action. Zhan Wudi secretly made up his mind to lead Shangguan Yuanrang to Zhong Tian to see if the three Shenchi masters could stay out of the matter.

He did not run fast, just enough for Shangguan Yuanrang to see him, but he could not catch up with him.

When Zhan Wudi ran to the edge of the battlefield, he saw Zhong Tian who was watching the battle. As if he was afraid that Shangguan Yuanrang behind him could not hear him, he stretched his neck and shouted: "Lord, run, Shangguan Yuanrang is coming!"

His voice was so loud that it was like a thunderclap in the clear sky in the chaotic army. Not to mention Shangguan Yuanrang behind him, even the people on the side of the battlefield could hear it vaguely.

Sure enough. When Shangguan Yuanrang heard the word "Lord", his body shook, and his tiger eyes lit up immediately. The one who could be called Lord by Zhan Wudi must be Zhong Tian. Could it be that Zhong Tian was nearby? Thinking of this, he used his spiritual energy, and the three-pointed double-edged sword shone brightly, and the spiritual chaos wind whistled out.

In just a moment, when the Ning soldiers in front of him fell down, Shangguan Yuanrang stretched his neck and looked out, only to see Zhan Wudi running towards a man quickly.

The man looked to be in his forties or fifties, wearing a black brocade robe, a jade belt around his waist, a jade crown on his head, a white face and black beard, thick eyebrows and fine eyes. He was not handsome, but not ugly either. After seeing it, Shangguan Yuanrang was almost 100% sure that this person was Zhong Tian.

When he saw Zhong Tian, ​​Shangguan Yuanrang immediately threw Zhan Wudi behind his mind. After all, Zhong Tian's head was much more valuable than Zhan Wudi. Even Wu Guang, who was so calm, could do anything to kill Zhong Tian, ​​let alone Shangguan Yuanrang.

He shouted, "If you don't want to die, get out of my way!" As he spoke, he clamped his legs tightly around the horse's belly. The warhorse neighed in pain, leaped forward, and rushed two or three meters away. Shangguan Yuanrang was like a tiger descending from the mountain, his eyes were red, and he urged the horse to rush straight to Zhong Tian.

The Ning soldiers and generals were already scared away by him. Seeing him rushing towards them like a madman, they dared not block his way and retreated to the sides. Shangguan Yuanrang almost reached Zhong Tian unimpeded. As for Zhan Wudi, who led him here, he had already turned around and ran to find his brother Zhan Wushuang.

Shangguan Yuanrang rushed to Zhong Tian, ​​and without saying a word, he swung the spiritual knife in his hand and slashed it across his shoulder.

Zhong Tian wanted to dodge, but his speed was not as fast as Shangguan Yuanrang's knife. When he came to his senses and realized that it was not good, he wanted to dodge again, but the blade had reached above his shoulder. At this moment, Zhuifengjian, who was standing behind Zhong Tian, ​​suddenly reached out and grabbed the jade belt around his waist, and then pulled it back with force.

Swish!

Plop!

Shangguan Yuanrang's knife almost brushed past Zhong Tian's chest, and Zhong Tian was pulled by Zhuifengjian, and his body shot straight back like an arrow from a string, flying more than five meters before he fell to the ground and rolled another three meters before finally stopping.

Looking at Zhong Tian again, although he dodged Shangguan Yuanrang's fatal blow, the force of the fall almost cost him half his life. He lay on the ground with a dusty face, his bones all over his body were almost broken, and he couldn't stand up for a long time.

Seeing that Zhong Tian was about to be killed by the sword, someone came out to interfere at this time. Shangguan Yuanrang was furious. Looking at Zhuifengjian standing in front of his horse, he grinned and shouted: "I will tear you apart alive!" As he said that, the knife in his hand was round, aimed at the top of Zhuifengjian's head, and chopped with all his strength.

The knife from a high position was also a powerful and thunderous knife.

The blade rubbing against the air was no longer a sharp whistle, but a dull buzzing sound. Zhuifengjian stood up and did not move, but a ball of white mist rose around his body, instantly covering his body with a layer of silver-white spiritual armor. At the same time, he didn't know when he had a thin and long spiritual sword in his hand, which was about five feet long, more than half longer than an ordinary sword.

He raised the spiritual sword in his hand, holding the hilt with one hand and the blade with the other, trying to take Shangguan Yuanrang's heavy sword.

You are looking for death! Seeing this, Shangguan Yuanrang gritted his teeth and used 120% of his strength to strike the sword.

Clang clang - this earth-shattering sound seemed to be about to collapse. This was a collision between spiritual weapons and a duel between spiritual waves. The stones and land under the feet of the Wind Chaser were directly crushed into powder by the powerful spiritual pressure. The dirt was floating in the sky with the spiritual waves. A two-meter-long round pit appeared on the ground. Looking coldly, the Wind Chaser seemed to be sinking into the ground.

The people around him couldn't help but retreat one after another due to the agitated spiritual waves and spiritual pressure in the air. The violent sound also made the ears of the people around him buzz, and they couldn't hear anything. Even Zhong Tian, ​​who was thrown far away, felt stuffy in his chest. He hunched over on the ground, covered his ears with his hands, screamed, and retched, as if he was in purgatory.

Shangguan Yuanrang's warhorse couldn't withstand the strong spiritual pressure, and was shocked to bleed from all seven orifices. He fell to the ground with a plop and couldn't stand up again.

It can be said that neither side expected that the other's cultivation was so profound.

At this time, Shangguan Yuanrang had already stood on the ground. He held the knife with both hands, and the blade was still pressing on the spiritual sword, while the wind-chasing sword did not give in. Even though he was in the pit, he didn't retreat half a step. He still held the sword with both hands and held up Shangguan Yuanrang's three-pointed two-edged knife.

The two were not only competing in strength, but also in their respective cultivation.

However, Shangguan Yuanrang was the active party after all, and he was outside the pit, looking down from above. The two confronted each other for a moment, and Zhuifengjian felt that he could not withstand the pressure of the other party. He gritted his teeth and shouted with all his strength. At the same time, the spirit sword holding the three-pointed double-edged sword suddenly emitted a thick white mist, which wrapped the spirit sword and slowly turned into a solid body. Then, the sword body of the spirit sword flashed a dazzling light. In an instant, the tip of the spirit sword grew several feet long, like a silver-white tentacle, twisting in the air and piercing Shangguan Yuanrang's neck and throat.

This sudden change was too incredible and too contrary to common sense. Now, Zhuifengjian's spirit sword still held Shangguan Yuanrang's spirit knife, but the edge of the spirit sword had magically pierced Shangguan Yuanrang's vitals.

For ordinary spiritual practitioners, they would definitely think that the Wind Chasing Sword was using sorcery at this time, but Shangguan Yuanrang knew that the opponent was not using any sorcery, but the "Spiritual Transformation of Soldiers" that only spiritual practitioners with extremely deep attainments could use. This is also the advancement of the spiritual transformation of soldiers.

He secretly exclaimed, "Awesome!" Shangguan Yuanrang didn't have time to think about it, and his head quickly turned to the side. Shua! The edge of the spiritual sword pierced his neck.

But this was not over. The spiritual sword that stabbed past was as soft as a whip. It turned sharply in the air and stabbed back.

Shangguan Yuanrang had been prepared for it. He lowered his head again and dodged the spiritual sword that stabbed back. Before the opponent could attack again, he retracted the three-pointed double-edged sword and rushed back at the same time. He retreated to a place three meters away before he stabilized his body.

At this time, the two had a certain understanding of each other's strength, and they used the insight technique to check the specific cultivation of the other party.

"What a spiritual and spiritual unity!"

"Spiritual God Realm!"

The first sentence was said by Zhuifengjian, and the second sentence was Shangguan Yuanrang's sigh. It was the first time he met a master who had reached the spiritual and spiritual realm.

He was sighing, and so was Zhuifengjian.

He was also a genius who was suitable for spiritual and spiritual martial arts, and he practiced hard in the God Pond for decades before his cultivation reached the spiritual and spiritual realm. Shangguan Yuanrang was not even thirty years old, but his cultivation was not inferior to his own just because he had a physical constitution that was spiritual and spiritual unity. This also made people sigh at the unfairness of heaven.