As soon as Wu Batian said these words, even his men couldn't listen anymore. But intimidated by Wu Batian's power, no one dared to oppose him.
Yi Jing laughed and sighed, "Wu Batian, are you still dreaming about your spring and Autumn dream when you are about to die? There are still two moves that have not been used in the five-gun agreement. Listen carefully, I am The last two swords will chop off your stinky head with the force of wind and thunder."
"Hmph, kid, you still don't know what's good or bad. Well, let me kill you with a sword in my hand. Don't regret it."
Wu Batian roared angrily, twisted his body and made a curved attack. A black light suddenly appeared on the back of the broadsword, and it slashed at Yi Jing fiercely. Anyone could see that he was completely angered by Yi Jing. So I made up my mind to fight him head-on in a short period of time even though I was injured.
Jiang is still old and spicy, but Yi Jing has his own tricks to deal with it.
Yi Jing drew his sword and whirled quickly, maintaining this level of maneuverability with the enemy and not giving the opponent's sword a chance to entangle him to death. He laughed and said, "Oh my God, Wu Ba, you have been fooled. This move is called "drawing out the fuel from the bottom of the cauldron." "Look at the sword."
Before he could finish his words, in a sharp spin, the person had already broken through the opponent's knife net like a gust of wind. The sword became stronger, from violent stabbing to sharp slashing. Although it was just a simple change, the change seemed limited. In fact, in the sword that strengthens the soul, there are thousands of changes hidden in the unchanged.
The sword that strengthened the soul whizzed past without any sound of breaking wind, and the sword light bloomed like a wave of waves. Only at this moment did the onlookers realize that all the proactive moves used by Yi Jing were all tricks to lure the enemy deeper. It was only at this moment that he finally unleashed his true strength in the Martial Soul Immortal Art. It's sad and sighing.
As Yi Jing's good brother, Ba Fengnan, who was in the escort formation, stared at the battlefield with his eyes motionless.
Whether it's Yi Jing or Wu Batian, no detail on either side can escape his discernment.
However, the more intense the competition became, the more he looked at Yi Jing with admiration. He secretly exclaimed, "This guy really has some skills. I'm afraid even I don't know about some of his skills. He's really awesome."
It turns out that the combat technique used by Yi Jing's strengthened Extreme Soul Sword at this moment not only blended the skills of the Wuhun Immortality Technique, but also integrated the "Martial Extreme Ice Technique" and the "Martial Extreme Fire Technique" into one. The martial spirit energy surged back and forth on the sword, making the sword wielder look like a big sword.
People and objects merge, objects and shadows merge, shadows merge with minds!
"Breaking the sky with one sword!" Thousands of swaying shadows kept lighting up. This kind of concentrated technique that transformed thousands of figures into one was called "Ten Thousand Swords Chaozong."
"Qiang!"
Wu Batian immediately used all his strength to defeat Yi Jing's masterful Tiancheng magic skill.
He thought that he could hit the tip of Yi Jing's sword with his own sword, and then used his martial soul power that was stronger than Yi Jing's to force him to retreat and find another way to kill Yi Jing.
Unexpectedly, when he saw thousands of shadows suddenly converging into one, Yi Jing seemed to disappear out of thin air. When his sword fell, an unprecedented coldness rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Wu Batian was extremely dejected, like a deflated rubber ball. Knowing that the end was coming, he wanted to put away his sword and retreat in horror.
"Where to go." Yi Jing shouted, and the phantom followed him, flashing behind him and slashing out a sword with the power of wind and fire.
After Ten Thousand Swords Chaozong, "Serial Breaking Attacks" followed.
The sword style unfolded like a wave, and the opponent completely lost the initiative and blindly resisted, but rarely hit the sword that strengthened the soul. He could only catch the second sword, and the whole person fell back like a kite with a broken string.
Chi! Wu Batian's chest was severely cut, followed by the sound of a sword falling to the ground.
"Ah!" Wu Batian screamed and fell forward.
"Soul-absorbing power!" Yi Jing held a sword in one hand and clamped the opponent's erection tightly in his hand like a god, letting the sweat on his face fall like rain, "Wu Batian, you have many good deeds. Today you should It’s time to pay for your evil deeds and die.”
The positions of the two people shifted instantly, and the screams disappeared instantly. Wu Batian fell to the ground gently like a piece of wood and never stood up again.
The killers of the Tornado Battalion behind him were shouting and screaming as they rushed out, the deputy commander of the Tornado Battalion who was half blindfolded. He was saying something to his subordinates in the language of Wuhunyuan. Then, hundreds of enemies rushed up like a tide.
"No, Master Yi, they want to take back Wu Batian's body."
"Hmph, let the storm come more violently! The Ice Tribe warriors who have been baptized by blood and fire will be invincible in the world. Where are the Ice Tribe warriors?"
Ice Clan Nuer shouted excitedly, "We are all here!"
"Okay, brother Nu'er, order the spirit guards to attack."
"Yes." Nu'er shouted, and shouted to the warriors of the Ice Tribe's martial spirit team who were ambushing behind him, "Ice Tribe warriors, it's time for us to avenge our shame. The Whirlwind Camp has killed countless innocent people. Now it's time to When we make them pay the price, no one will be spared, and all these murderers will be brought to justice. Kill them as I wish."
Although the Ice Clan's Wuhun Team only has a mere two hundred people, with peerless masters like Yi Jing and Ba Fengnan joining their battle formation, they can withstand a hundred. Although the killers of the Tornado Battalion were brave, after all, the commander was killed, and the remaining deputy commander was blinded in one eye, and had no ability to command this laborious expedition.
Yi Jing immediately led hundreds of warriors to charge out and instantly met the enemy.
He and Ba Fengnan were like the blades of the entire cavalry team, killing enemies wherever they went. Suddenly the enemy was invincible, and there were countless casualties.
With him and Ba Fengnan clearing the way, Naller, Nal and other ice clan masters followed closely, killing more than five hundred whirlwind camp killers who screamed in agony. For a time, the battlefield behind the earth wall suddenly turned into a hell on earth.
"In the distance, lead everyone to retreat."
"Ah, Vice Commander, the winner of this decisive battle has not been decided yet."
"Gemuli, listen to me and retreat first with Boss Wu's body. We, the Tornado Battalion, will avenge this later. These people from the Ice Tribe have experts to help us. We are already at a disadvantage. If this continues, the Tornado Battalion will suffer It will become extinct here, do you understand what I said?"
"Yes, Vice Commander."
Yi Jing glanced at the deputy commander of the Tornado Battalion who had one eye covered. After a wave of killing, there were less than 300 enemies left. This shows how brutal the battle just now was.
After the last drop of blood dripped from the enhanced soul sword, Yi Jing raised his long sword high and shouted, "Turn left, all the team, follow me and charge again. We must not let go of any killer in the Tornado Battalion. Warriors, Rush."
"Kill." The sound of killing shook the sky, like war drums ringing on the ground. The Tornado Battalion, which was famous in Wuhunyuan, had never encountered such a disastrous defeat today. Everyone was immediately frightened. The death of their coach had made them unwilling to fight anymore. Coupled with the fierce charge just now, they rushed to kill immediately. This was the specialty of the Tornado Battalion. At this moment, it has become the enemy's favorite. How can every killer in the Tornado Camp not be shocked by the earth-shattering shock.
The blind man raised his sword high, intending to counterattack. Yi Jing directed the two brothers Nal and Nal on the left and said, "Go and intercept the enemies who are fleeing deep into the desert. They must not take Wu Batian's body away." .”
The two brothers nodded in unison, and immediately detached a group of men from the cavalry, walked around the mound, and chased the other part of the fleeing enemy.
"Child Yi Jing, today I want you to see how powerful I am."
"Wait a minute, this old man's name is Ufuji, and he can be regarded as Wu Batian's right-hand man. Since Wu Batian is dead, let me kill him with three knives."
Yi Jing gave up and Niu Sandao immediately rushed out of the battle formation, shouted loudly, and violently raised his Black Dragon Yanyue Sword.
Chi, "Peng!"
The two of them only had one round. The Black Dragon Yanyue Sword broke through the opponent's martial soul magic shield, and then cut the old man in half with a long attack.
Niu San Dao seemed to have never been so happy. He raised the Black Dragon Dao and laughed loudly, "Wu Batian, you saw it. Although I don't have any newbies to kill you. But your whirlwind camp has already been defeated. You are completely defeated."
The hundreds of Cyclone Battalion killers who were surrounded in the distance were already exhausted at this moment.
However, they surrounded him with their swords pointing outwards, refusing to surrender. Someone shouted in the battle formation, "The great Supreme Khan of the Martial Soul Plain, why haven't our brothers from the Sirius Army come yet!"
Howl! boom! A colorful light exploded in the sky, and Yi Jing, Ba Fengnan, Nu Er and others exchanged looks. Everyone felt an uneasy feeling welling up in their hearts.
"No, the enemy is asking for help from the Sirius Army. We must fight quickly to annihilate all the killers of the Whirlwind Camp."
The remaining defeated soldiers were basically eliminated after being swept away by the Ice Tribe warriors and several leaders. Only a few people were left, and they escaped into the darkness along the vast desert and disappeared without a trace.
The Ice Tribe quickly cleaned up the battlefield. Nu'er's face showed both joy and heartache as he said, "More than 400 enemies have died, and the Whirlwind Camp is over. However, more than 70 of our brothers have also died."
Yi Jing put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Brother Nu'er, the Ice Tribe paid a price of blood in order to defeat the scum of the Wuhun Plain this time, but it saved the Ice Tribe and dozens of nearby Wuhun Plain tribes." Years of safety. This price is worth it. After this battle, the Ice Tribe has become more aware of its war potential. It has gained valuable experience for future fight against Hecha Bo’s violent rule. Brother Nuer, this is a great event, You should be happy."
Nu'er glanced at Yi Jing and finally laughed three times to the sky. The warriors of the Ice Tribe laughed loudly when they saw their patriarch. They also laughed boldly.