I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan had obviously never learned to ride a horse, but at this moment he was inexplicably able to become one with his horse, and the cooperation was extremely tacit.

This war horse was very spiritual and must have been used to this kind of charge. Instead of being afraid, it was even more excited than Wen Yan.

In the process of charging, the war horse will even borrow its armor to resist the scimitar chop. When it is slashed, it will twist its direction slightly, allowing the knight's scimitar to slide down the armor.

After being blessed with a lot of yang energy by Wen Yan, the war horse was even crazier than Wen Yan and charged straight into the crowd.

One person and one horse fought against dozens of knights on the opposite side. After three times of charging back and forth, half of the dozens of knights were already lost.

The knights on the ground had either farted or were covering their wounds, losing more air and less air.

There was a knight with a dark complexion and oil paint on his face. He dismounted from his horse, recited an unknown incantation, took out a bloody leaf, and wiped it on the wound of the injured knight.

In an instant, the huge incision from the left shoulder to the right abdomen was wiped by the leaves, and the flesh and blood on both sides closed up on their own, squeezing the wound so that no more blood flowed out of the wound.

But the next moment, scorching Yang energy was seen emerging from the wound, and traces of black energy floated out. The wound suddenly burst, and blood spurted out. In the blink of an eye, the injured knight was seen wailing and dying, and quickly transformed into A skeleton, and then a breath later, even the skeleton turned into ashes and fell on the grass.

After trying three times in a row, the knight who was not completely dead at first died faster after he did this, and his body was not completely intact.

The Paint Knight was furious and said something in a loud voice. He took out a dark red lizard covered in lumps from the bag he carried with him, bit off the lizard's head in one bite, and then stuffed the whole lizard inside. Swallowed in the mouth.

Behind them, the remaining knights all took out all kinds of strange things from their pockets, from poisonous snakes to lizards, and even scorpions and toads.

They chanted slogans and devoured those things that were extremely poisonous at first sight. When everyone breathed, wisps of black air began to emerge from the corners of their mouths.

The war horse under Wen Yan's seat twitched its front hooves uneasily, turned its head slightly, and glanced at Wen Yan, not sure what it meant.

Wen Yan patted the war horse's neck and comforted him gently.

"It's okay. This place was just affected by some force. You are actually dead. Don't worry too much about being poisoned."

The war horse's big eyes looked at Wen Yan blankly, as if to say, I am worried about you, but I am not afraid.

Wen Yan thought about it and gently comforted the war horse.

"Don't worry, even if it's poisonous, the more evil the poison is, the more it won't kill me. If they do this, they might as well put some gold juice on the knife edge. If this hurts me, it may make my wound infected."

Naturally, War Horse couldn't understand what Wen Yan was saying, but War Horse could sense that Wen Yan's tone was not very nervous.

The war horse raised its head and neighed, then lowered its head and began to charge. This time, the blades crossed, and the sound of tinkling gold and iron exploded one after another.

Wen Yan held his breath and passed by a group of knights. The blade struck the opponent, but it seemed to have struck directly on the fine steel. It could only leave white marks on the opponent's body and did not break the opponent's defense at all.

Wen Yan frowned slightly, looking at the knights who were roaring and starting to regain their momentum, thinking secretly, what kind of evil method is this?

However, the evil method...

Even the scimitar he blessed with Lieyang couldn't break through the opponent's defense. So this evil method directly affects the body, and it is not resisted by the evil method itself.

He remembered that Qin Kun once told him that when faced with evil things, a warrior does not need to engage in other messy things. The warrior himself is the secret treasure to defeat evil.

He stretched out his finger, preparing to make an incision on the blade and draw blood, but when he saw the black nail on the middle finger of his left hand, he thought for a moment, these guys use poison, don't I know how to do it?

There was nothing suitable now. He thought for a moment, put his left middle finger in his mouth and sucked it, then made a spit sound and wiped it on the blade.

Then he gently cuts his finger open, squeezes out a little blood from his fingertips, and smears it on the blade. He uses his own blood to sharpen the scimitar, adding an evil-fighting power that is different from Yang Qi.

This time, he charged again and slashed his sword down, landing on the opponent. When the blade came into contact with the opponent's body, the two forces collided fiercely. With a harsh friction sound, the knight was cut off from defense.

Then the black corpse poison quickly spread towards the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that it was effective, Wen Yan was not greedy for the sword. He was wet with both rain and dew. He fought twice with the opponent while running forward. As long as he hurt the opponent, he would immediately replace him with the next one.

After a wave of attacks, all the knights were injured.

In order to prevent the opponent's limbs from being injured, the opponent used a strong hand to cut off the wrists. Wen Yan specifically selected the head and torso to chop, so that there was always a place on each of their bodies, chest, back and head that had their defense broken and was infected with corpse poison. .

He charged forward and rushed out of the knights, watching the human corpse poison erupt from a distance.

He didn't even think of poisoning. In fact, in the underworld, there was no need for corpse poison at all. Yang Qi was easier to use and easier to use. When using weapons, corpse poison was more troublesome to use, and the weapon had to be quenched.

But now that the environment here is temporarily restored to what it once was, the corpse poison will be useful.

Seeing the knights falling to the ground one after another, they flopped twice in the end and then stopped moving. They fell to the ground one by one and turned into withered bones. Finally, when the wind blew, the withered bones also shattered into powder and scattered with the wind.

There was only a group of war horses standing there, confused and uneasy. At this moment, Wen Yan came driving the war horses. The horses under him neighed, and the horses ran away together into the distance and did not return to the city.

In the city, the leader of the Snake Crown seemed to be able to see the results of the battle outside the city with his cold eyes.

He couldn't understand that the elite knights he sent were defeated by the opponent alone after being crushed by Yang Qi.

Because in his era, throughout the entire Shenzhou dynasty, there was no unified name for warriors at all. It was more about fighting skills in the military. There was nothing particularly subtle. What was important was a crisp and clean way to kill the enemy simply and crudely. .

In most cases, it was still at the stage of physical exertion, and the so-called alchemy of the Taoist sect had not yet appeared at that time.

Respecting magical powers and Taoism, warriors and Taoist monks are not on the same track.

There are indeed some powerful generals who can defeat hundreds of people with one horse due to their personal prowess, but they are almost all born with divine power and very brave. At least they are not as lean as Wen Yan.

At that time, the fierce generals who charged into battle were not lean, and when fighting, they did not rely mainly on Yang Qi, but on physical strength.

The leader of the Snake Crown, with his inherent knowledge, could not understand why Wen Yan was so fierce and why his spitting was so poisonous.

What's more, I don't understand why Wen Yan, who has such a strong yang energy, must be a living person, still appears in such a place.

But he knew that Wen Yan must not be allowed to attack the city, otherwise, a brave guy like Wen Yan would definitely be able to kill him.

The leader of the Snake Crown shouted to the believers in the city who had returned to their original appearance, and asked them to come around the altar one by one. Each and every fanatical believer shouted loudly to return to the Holy Fire and die on the altar.

The blood continued to gather, and the leader of the Serpent Crown looked back. The holy fire on the tower was burning more and more intensely. The flames swayed crazily, rushed out of the tower, and swayed in the air.

The time is still too short, and the resources here are too scarce to grow the Holy Fire.

It must be resolved quickly and in one fell swoop, otherwise, the power of the Holy Fire will not last long.

The leader of the Snake Crown, with a face as deep as water, stood on the altar, holding the scepter inserted in the center of the altar with both hands. Blood was constantly flowing out of his hands and flowing into the altar.

Accompanied by the incantation recited in an unknown language, all the believers in the city knelt on the ground and recited the incantation together.

The evil power turned into circles of ripples, constantly spreading to the surroundings. Every time it spread, a change occurred outside the city.

The green grass on the meadow withers quickly, and then grows new quickly, one withering and one flourishing, just like the passage of time.

After dozens of rapid changes, everything suddenly became fixed.

Wen Yan raised his head, and the blue sky that could still be seen here disappeared.

The sky turned dim yellow, the air was filled with an ominous atmosphere, and an indescribable pressure descended.

The earth was trembling slightly.

Wen Yan turned around and looked behind him. Behind him, he saw a sandstorm like a huge wall connecting the sky and the earth, rapidly advancing toward him from behind.

In the sandstorm, there were even thunder flashing continuously, and the rumbling roar, accompanied by the indescribable terrible pressure, made Wen Yan feel like he couldn't breathe.

As the sandstorm approached rapidly, the earth trembled more and more intensely.

Wen Yan was about to gallop on his horse and escape first, when he suddenly froze.

Amid the continuous rolling of the giant wall of sandstorms, a faint hint of bright red appeared there.

Wen Yan sat on the horse and looked into the distance, squinting his eyes slightly, trying to see more clearly.

After a few breaths, he saw clearly.

It was a woman wearing a long blood-red dress, a phoenix crown on her head, and a red gauze on her face.

Behind her, the long skirt fluttered, and the ribbons fluttered in the wind. When her bare feet fell, there was yellow sand under her feet, welcoming her footsteps and supporting her step by step.

The long sandstorm was like a huge pet led by her with two ribbons, following her footsteps.

Wen Yan's heart was beating wildly, and every cell in his body seemed to be urging him to escape.

That kind of coercion is like a god. It is the strongest he has ever felt so far. The sense of crisis has reached the point where he does not need any induction at all. He only needs to take a look to know that no matter what ability is given to him, he will only have it. To escape.

There is a saying that water can overcome fire, and if there is too much fire, water will dry it up.

To be as strong as the opponent, even if it is Tianke, it must be based on the premise that the difference in strength is not too outrageous.

Wen Yan calmed down and jumped off the horse.

He patted the war horse's neck.

"Good horse, please stay away. I may not be able to protect you in this situation."

The war horse nudged Wen Yan with its head, wanting Wen Yan to get on the horse and leave quickly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, this is my elder..."

He asked the war horse to go, but the horse refused to go. It scratched the ground with its hooves restlessly, biting Wen Yan's clothes in its mouth, trying to drag Wen Yan away.

Wen Yan had no choice but to pat the war horse's neck and comfort him.

"Okay, okay, you follow me."

He can now see that the people in the city seem to be able to support the field and visualize the past day around this city.

And the most terrifying day the other party has ever experienced, and the strongest enemy he has ever encountered, is now.

Wen Yan's heart was beating wildly, and he could probably understand how deep the psychological shadow of the people in the Demon Kingdom was. Even if they appeared now, they were not real people. Wen Yan felt that his body was about to be forced to run away instinctively.

If it weren't for the fact that the natural enemy class hadn't responded until now, Wen Yan would have escaped long ago.

He quietly changed his name to the Great Enemy and quietly held his horse and waited.

The figure who seemed to be carrying a world with him had not yet arrived, but the wind speed around him had already begun to rise rapidly. The wind and sand struck like a knife, and there was also a strange power in it.

Wen Yan stretched out his arms in front of him, covering his mouth and nose with his clothes. When the power gradually increased and he could no longer see everything around him, suddenly, the bag hanging on his waist was wrapped in yellow sand by the strong wind. Torn, one rib fell to the ground.

Suddenly, the strong wind around him was like water meeting a stone, sliding to both sides.

Wen Yan was startled, looked down, and picked up the tiger bone.

He held the tiger bone in his hand, and within three meters of his body, there was no more wind and sand. The wind and sand slid to both sides very smoothly, and it didn't seem like it was sliding away due to resistance at all.

"Tiger bones can cure all kinds of winds."

Wen Yan was a little confused, good guy, you, the winds, actually include "wind" in the literal meaning, right?

He kicked the tiger bone on his waist, and he didn't know where to go. The wind and sand were like a wall, surrounding him in the middle. He could only tell the direction through the impression just now.

He blessed himself and the war horse with yang energy, led the war horse, and moved forward in this terrifying sandstorm. The green grass under his feet was already covered with yellow sand.

Not long after walking forward, a touch of blood suddenly appeared in the sheltered space supported by the tiger bones.

When he actually stood in front of the chief executive, Wen Yan's face turned pale. It was not that he was afraid, but that his body was afraid.

No matter how powerful the natural enemy is, they can't stand it. The gap is too huge.

According to Wen Yan's estimate, the person in front of him, if divided by level, is at least five levels higher than him.

Just relying on breath and momentum can directly suppress his body.

When he got closer, he could see clearly that the clothes the other party was wearing seemed to be dyed with blood, but they didn't seem to be bright red themselves.

Taking one step at a time, even the tiger bones couldn't suppress the wind and sand on the opponent's body, and he was forced in.

Da Zhi's eyes were gray and she seemed a little confused. She stretched out a hand and reached out to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan gritted his teeth, gave in on the spot, and bowed respectfully.

"Fuyu Wenyan, I'd like to meet the thirteenth ancestor's wife. Aunt Gan, also known as Gan Tang, misses you very much."

Da Zhi stretched out his hand, and his slender palm with sharp claws gently landed on Wen Yan's head.

Wen Yan did not hesitate to use this connection to bless a lot of yang energy with his head.

A large amount of yang energy was blessed on Da Zhi's body. Da Zhi's gray eyes suddenly lit up with golden light. The little golden light emerged and dispelled the haziness in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, her eyes became bright, and her golden irises glowed with a divine and enchanting light.

She just tilted her head, and something seemed to break open, and her consciousness came.

Looking down at Wen Yan in front of her, a smile appeared on her lips, she gently rubbed Wen Yan's head, then stretched out her hand to help Wen Yan up.

She glanced down and saw the nails on the middle finger of Wen Yan's left hand. She could feel the expectations contained in those nails.

"Among the gangsters in Fuyu Mountain, a decent boy finally emerged..."

She spoke slowly and in a gentle tone that could probably be understood.

She looked around and roughly understood what was going on here.

"I'm already dead, right?"

Wen Yan briefly talked about where this place was and what the situation was now.

Da Zhi nodded, his eyes shining with golden brilliance.

"Just watch, I'll kill these audacious monsters again."

When Da Zhi heard this, he became angry. These monsters used their domain to reappear on that day in order to use her hand to kill the contemporary blazing sun in Mount Fuyu.

These monsters still didn't die thoroughly enough.

Just in time, let’s make up for the unfulfilled wishes now.

Da Zhi looked at Wen Yan as if she were a child of her own generation. Being blessed by Wen Yan with the blazing sun, she forcibly summoned a trace of her own consciousness.

Even if she is embodied here, she is just a projection without consciousness, but her instinct is still there. It is impossible for her to kill a person with a blazing sun.

It is even more impossible to kill a person who is burdened by the blazing sun and receive a death gift from a great leader.

She stretched out a hand and pulled Wen Yan, like a child, walking forward step by step in the wind and sand.

On the other side, the leader of the Snake Crown Church noticed that Wen Yan had been submerged in the yellow sand and there was no movement anymore, so he prepared to stop the manifestation at this moment.

But when he tried to twist and pull out the scepter, he seemed to have been hit hard, and he vomited blood and flew backwards on the spot.

His expression changed drastically and he looked outside the city.

I saw the huge sandstorms rolling from sky to sky, rolling to both sides.

The yellow sand is like a huge wave, constantly rolling forward.

On the wave, the barefoot Da Zhi held Wen Yan with one hand and walked step by step. With each step, a higher wave of sand would rise under their feet to support them.

In Da Zhi's eyes, golden light shines, like a god, carrying a desperate pressure, taking his time, step by step.

Her face was calm, and there was a faint smile on her lips, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

But the leader of the Snake Crown, seeing this scene, spat out another mouthful of blood.