The side story worth 5,000 points must be quite difficult. However, Meng Xiang did not focus on this. He was always calculating how many points he needed to revive Mu Fei'er.
"General, I will do my best. In order to avoid delaying the opportunity, let's fight the enemy to the death now." Meng Xiang had other plans in mind. The encounter with Nanming Lihuo was imminent, and he could not stay in the army for a long time. When the two armies were against each other, he didn't care whether the Shu army won or lost. If the three cultivators of the enemy were not counted, he didn't take the tens of thousands of enemy soldiers seriously at all.
Therefore, whether or not the three cultivators can be defeated is the key to completing this side story. Meng Xiang suggested fighting a life-and-death battle with the enemy now, just to let the Shu army pin down the enemy and not hinder his decisive battle with the cultivators.
The general's face was hesitant. At this time, they were still more than 10 kilometers away from the top of the mountain, which was the closest distance for the two armies to confront each other. A large army's battle was not like a surprise attack. They had to make good deployments, find out the enemy's strengths and weaknesses, and then communicate with the enemy to fight to the death. Moreover, the Shu army had been marching, while the enemy was waiting, so Meng Xiang's words "to avoid delaying the opportunity to fight" were completely nonsense.
"Report!" The scout in front hurried over, knelt on the ground and said, "Report to the general, the enemy is approaching our army."
The general frowned and muttered to himself with doubt, "Impossible. Our reinforcements have arrived. They are three times the number of the enemy. They just lost nearly 10,000 vanguards. How could they be so eager to fight us to the death? Could it be that the three cultivators in their army have the ability to fight ten thousand at a time?"
As he was talking, three golden lights flew over from the top of the mountain. Meng Xiang had sharp eyes, and through the golden light, he saw three ethereal men in white clothes flying over with swords. They circled above the army, frightening the tens of thousands of elite soldiers of the Shu army into panic.
The three cultivators looked around the army slowly. The flying swords under their feet turned into white light and flew into their palms as if they had life. Suddenly, the clouds changed color, and the space in the sky trembled slightly. Waves of space ripples like waves slowly fanned down. Ordinary people only felt waves of burning air blowing on their bodies, but in Meng Xiang's eyes, he widened his eyes in surprise.
"What level of cultivation have these three cultivators reached?" Meng Xiang broke through to the fourth level of the potential lock, and his perception of the energy fluctuations around him had changed from "intuitive perception" to "physical perception". Through the energy observation, he could see that the energy fluctuations emitted by the swords in the hands of the cultivators squeezed the space. When the space was compressed to a certain extent, it would rebound and form space waves. Such momentum could only be produced by a head-on collision between powerful people with a potential lock of level 3.
And this momentum is just the thunder and drizzle before the storm, and bigger winds and waves are brewing.
Meng Xiang was very calm. It would be very disadvantageous to fight the cultivators head-on before knowing their strength and ability. Moreover, cultivators can fly with swords. They are at an altitude of 100 meters, so it is very disadvantageous to fight them. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He could faintly hear the shouts of the approaching army in the distance. He made up his mind and bowed to the general and said, "General, I can't fight against the immortals in the sky, but I can stop the enemy from approaching us. So I will go over and give them a warning, and the general will fight against the cultivators in the sky with the army."
Meng Xiang didn't wait for the general's answer, and rushed away like a gust of wind. Because he felt that the ripples in the space around him were getting bigger and bigger, it was obvious that the cultivators in the sky had finished their preparations and were ready to launch a very powerful move.
The life and death of the Shu army has nothing to do with Meng Xiang. As long as he defeats the enemy, he will complete the side story, so the top priority is to give the enemy a head-on blow.
As for the cultivators, if they didn't harass Meng Xiang, Meng Xiang didn't want to cause trouble. After all, the aura emitted by the three cultivators was enough to rival that of a potential lock level 4 strongman.
If a cultivator who only assisted mortals was already so powerful, then what level had the Nether Spring Blood Demon reached? Meng Xiang couldn't imagine.
Meng Xiang had not run far from the Shu army when he felt golden light flashing from behind and waves of air pressing in like a strong wind. He turned his head and saw thousands of sword lights surrounding tens of thousands of soldiers. Wherever the sword lights went, blood splattered. Even though he had run so far, Meng Xiang could still hear the painful cries and groans.
It was a terrifying technique, and the cultivators were suspended in the air. Even bows and arrows could not shoot to such a high altitude. They had already been invincible, and tens of thousands of Shu troops could only be slaughtered at will.
The only way to stop the cultivators from slaughtering the Shu army is to "besiege Wei to save Zhao."
Meng Xiang simply took out the advanced green magic board and flew towards the enemy at high speed 30 meters above the ground. With the assistance of the cultivators, the morale of tens of thousands of enemy troops was high, and the crying and howling from the Shu army was the driving force to improve their combat effectiveness.
However, when Meng Xiang took out two rapid-fire machine guns with unlimited ammunition from his space bag, the enemy knew what it felt like to be slaughtered. The two rapid-fire machine guns fired from a high position, with super strong penetrating power. No matter people, horses, armor or carriages, they were all pierced by bullets. Meng Xiang swept the enemy army, as easy as stepping on ants. The two rapid-fire machine guns shot the enemy army to death one by one on the left and the right.
Suddenly, on the battlefield several kilometers apart, although the two armies did not engage in battle, the groans and cries of the two armies continued one after another. Unlike the cultivators, Meng Xiang did not care about the life and death of the Shu army at all. His purpose, in addition to killing the enemy, was to wait for the arrival of the cultivators.
The cultivators who have surrendered to the enemy army certainly do not want the enemy to suffer a crushing defeat, so they will definitely give up slaughtering the Shu army and turn to encircle and suppress Meng Xiang.
Sure enough, three groups of light flew over the Shu army in a hurry, and the powerful momentum almost made Meng Xiang breathless. Meng Xiang immediately put away a rapid-fire machine gun and the green magic board, and jumped into the enemy army, running at high speed while pulling the trigger. The rapid-fire machine gun fired aimlessly. Wherever he went, there must be a group of enemy troops shot to pieces.
The purpose of Meng Xiang doing this is to make the cultivator afraid to act rashly. After all, the sword formation displayed by the cultivator at the Shu army was too powerful. There was no need for Meng Xiang to use his own weakness to attack the enemy's strength. It would be better to lure the cultivator to the ground and then fight to the death.
At this time, the enemy suffered thousands of casualties, and the remaining soldiers fled. A spies from the Shu army in the distance learned that Meng Xiang was showing great power at the enemy, and immediately reported back. More than 5,000 people died on the general's side, but after hearing the report from the spies, their morale was immediately boosted. These soldiers all fought to defend their country, and their momentum was originally stronger than that of the invading enemy. Now that they had lost the threat of the cultivators, they immediately shouted in unison, and under the leadership of the general, they rushed towards the enemy in a mighty manner, ready to fight to the death.
At this time, the enemy troops were like ants on a hot pan, all hoping that the cultivators in the sky could lend them a helping hand.
The cultivators were indeed afraid of hurting the soldiers, so three of them each held a sword and flew across the sky. The swords were extremely powerful and when they were still 10 meters away from Meng Xiang, the sword energy was already approaching Meng Xiang's vital points.
This was a sword energy driven by true energy. Meng Xiang was not sure if he could resist it with his spiritual power, so he had to use the "Shave" technique to dodge to the side, then raised his rapid-fire machine gun to shoot at the cultivator.
“Dang, dang, dang…” The cultivator was equipped with defensive props, and a layer of yellow light film appeared on his body. The bullets were all bounced away as if they were shot on a tough steel plate.
Three cultivators surrounded Meng Xiang less than 10 meters above the ground. The three of them flashed their swords, and in an instant, the area of dozens of square meters was filled with the cultivators' sword shadows. The sword shadows swept across the ground, leaving deep sword marks that sank into the ground.
Meng Xiang was like a turtle caught in a jar. Faced with the dense sword lights, he had no way to dodge. He had to use his spiritual light to defend himself and try to avoid the fatal attacks.
"Swish, swish, swish..." Sword lights danced wildly, and the unlimited bullet rapid-fire machine gun in Meng Xiang's hand was immediately cut into three pieces. Meng Xiang felt a pain in his right arm, and looked down, only to see that the sleeve of his right arm was cut open, and three sword marks deep to the bone were embedded on the wrist and upper arm respectively. Fortunately, his spiritual light defense had a certain defensive effect, and his flesh and body protective spiritual energy protected his tendons and bones, so his arm was not cut off.
Terrifying destructive power, unrivaled sword formation. Once trapped inside, you will be at the mercy of others.
Meng Xiang was greatly shocked, but was secretly glad for the belated release of "The Legend of Zu". If he was still the Meng Xiang in "Anaconda", he might have been chopped into pieces by this blow.
In addition to being surprised, Meng Xiang also felt very sad, not because of the injury on his hand, but because the unlimited ammunition rapid-fire machine gun was cut into three pieces...
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