Qiankun Fantasy Sword Record

Volume 3 Autumn Soldiers on the Battlefield Chapter 090 Generals Fall

One by one, the guards fell beside Wen Zijun. (The most stable,) When they fell, there was no fear on their faces, but there was perseverance, and the pride of sacrificing their lives for the motherland and their loved ones.

The blood in Wen Zijun's whole body boiled, and his fighting spirit was aroused by the fallen comrades one by one, like a raging fire that seemed to ignite the rising sun.

Wen Zijun's ink sword is like a black dragon walking on the front line. Wherever there is an emergency, his figure will appear. Wherever his figure appears, a large number of Xiongnu elite soldiers will fall. The emergency in this place

The situation would ease slightly. Then, before the enemy could react, he appeared in another emergency place.

In the face of endless enemies, it is difficult for a master with outstanding martial arts skills like Wen Zijun to deal with him. Because the enemy does not care what kind of master he is, who kills people invisible while talking and laughing. After killing him until his eyes are red, he will pounce on him desperately.

To Wen Zijun, they had become human weapons, and they didn't care that Wen Zijun's black sword would cut off his hands, feet, waist, abdomen, or even his head.

As a result, even a peerless master like Wen Zijun could not completely avoid the desperate fighting style of the Xiongnu elite soldiers, which resulted in some injuries on his body. Of course, they were all very minor injuries.

After the fight, Wen Zijun himself felt a little numb. He almost subconsciously swung the Mo sword. But every time he swung the sword, it was a move from the Eight Swords of the Universe.

Fire sword, thunder sword, water sword... In this chaotic state, every sword move becomes more powerful. Of course, his internal strength is also consumed a lot.

After killing the last Xiongnu elite soldier in front of him, Wen Zijun suddenly found that there was no one standing around him except himself. No matter whether it was his comrades or enemies, there was no one standing around him.

His fighting spirit suddenly dropped sharply, and the ink sword hung down weakly. There were still strands of blood on the blade that kept gathering together, dripping from the tip of the sword to the ground.

All of them were dead, all of his own bodyguards had been killed in battle!

Lian Bi, who was looking at the bright moon and full of longing, fell beside Wen Zijun. His left hand had disappeared, but his right hand was pinched on the Adam's apple of a Xiongnu elite soldier, as if it was petrified, and he did not let go until his death. His eyes

It is not closed, but facing the west, where the moon in the sky is gradually melting.

There were also the guards who shouted "for the bright moon in my heart" and fell in a pool of blood.

The remaining Xiongnu elite soldiers retreated to the stone wall, and two men walked out from among them. (The most stable,,) It was Mohu Guxie and Pei Zhiqu, the great danyus of the Xiongnu.

Mo Hu Guxie stood up, but his eyes were fixed on a huge rock not far behind Wen Zijun. The huge rock was like a house, and part of it extended out of the peak, suspended over the abyss. But the big Chanyu was concerned about

, not whether the boulder will fall into the abyss. What he cares about is his daughter Yuerdan lying on the edge of the boulder.

Then, Mo Hu Guxie turned to look at Wen Zijun. A tall and thin man, holding a black sword dripping with blood, stood in the middle of thousands of corpses. It was an indescribable shock. Although it was

enemy, but Mo Hu Guxie still had full respect for this enemy.

Not only the Great Chanyu, but also the elite Xiongnu soldiers next to him could not conceal their respect for the Han people who had killed countless of their compatriots. They were nomadic people, and they admired warriors who could defeat thousands of enemies with one man. Even such warriors

Even if they are enemies, they respect them all the same.

Mo Hu Guxie said loudly: "Your Excellency is indeed an invincible warrior. But what puzzles me is that you are really the crown prince of Han?" He used the Chinese language.

Wen Zijun stood there coldly. After listening to Mo Hu Guxie's words, he suddenly raised his head, glanced coldly at the eldest brother of the Huns, and then tore off the prince's robe that was already stained with blood.

Revealing a blue outfit.

After that, he said slowly: "How can I, the prince of the Han Dynasty, be so easily involved in danger? I am Pingnan General Wen Zijun!"

Mo Hu Guxie and Pei Zhiqu were both shocked after hearing Wen Zijun's words.

Pei Zhiqu quickly added: "Are you really General Pingnan?"

Wen Zijun proudly waved the Mo sword in his hand and said, "It's guaranteed to be true!"

After hearing Wen Zijun's words, Pei Zhiqu burst out laughing. His laughter not only surprised Wen Zijun, but even Mo Hu Guxie felt a little puzzled after hearing it.

Pei Zhiqu stopped laughing and said to Wen Zijun: "It's true that 'you can't find anything after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get here'! A friend entrusted me to bring General Wen to him. I have been

I was thinking about how to accomplish this, but I didn’t expect you to deliver it to my door yourself! Okay, okay!”

At this time, Wen Zijun didn't care who Pei Zhiqu's friend was or why he wanted to take him there. He waved the ink sword in his hand again and said coldly: "Who do you want to take me to see? Just ask the person in my hand first

Mo sword!"

After hearing this, Pei Zhiqu sneered and said, "Very good!" Then he turned to Mo Hu Guxie and said, "Chanyu, just hand him over to the lower official."

Mo Hu Guxie listened and nodded.

Pei Zhiqu also took off his robe, revealing a gray outfit. He pulled out a soft sword from his waist, shook it in the air a few times, and suddenly it became straight, with the tip of the sword pointed at Wen Zijun.

An invisible force of energy locked towards Wen Zijun.

Wen Zijun was complaining in his heart. Seventy to eighty percent of his Qiankun internal energy had been consumed in the previous killing of enemies. Just now, he stood on the same spot and quietly used the Qiankun mental technique, and only recovered 20% of his internal energy. In other words, he now only has 20% of his internal energy.

50% of the usual strength.

Obviously, the Han in the Xiongnu army was also first-rate in martial arts. If it were normal times, he would have a 60% certainty of winning. But now, he didn't know if he had a 40% certainty of winning.

However, Wen Zijun still had a calm face, his eyes were slightly closed, his left hand hung naturally, and his right hand held the sword and pointed diagonally at the ground. It gave people an unfathomable feeling.

At this moment, Pei Zhiqu moved. His footwork was erratic from left to right, like a poisonous snake meandering forward, but the speed was faster than the snake. The soft sword in his hand also fluctuated in the air, like a poisonous snake spitting messages.

, attacked directly towards Wen Zijun.

Wen Zijun gritted his teeth and saw the right moment. The ink sword in his hand drew an arc in time, from bottom to top, towards Pei Zhiqu's soft sword. He believed that with the sharpness of the ink sword, he would be able to cut off the opponent's soft sword in one fell swoop.

sword.

However, Pei Zhiqu had already known how sharp the Mo sword was. He witnessed with his own eyes that Wen Zijun's Mo sword cut off the blades of five elite Xiongnu soldiers at once.

Then, when Pei Zhiqu saw Wen Zijun's ink sword drawing towards his soft sword, his wrist immediately shook slightly, and the soft sword instantly rolled towards the edge of the ink sword like silk satin.

Once entangled by the soft sword, Mo Jian could not escape. So Wen Zijun decisively withdrew the Mo sword that had been drawn out.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning. The weapons of both sides did not collide even once, and they attacked and defended each other.

Then, the two started fighting each other.

You come and go, the rabbit rises and the falcon falls. In the blink of an eye, fifty or sixty moves are exchanged.

Both of their offense and defense were extremely exciting, attracting everyone's attention. Even Mo Hu Guxie was no exception.

But after a hundred moves, Wen Zijun gradually couldn't hold on any longer. He was dwarfed and a little powerless. There were also many beads of sweat on his forehead.

The two figures separated at the first touch, and then turned against each other.

Wen Zijun had several sword wounds that were deep enough to show the bones. One was on the chest, one was on the left arm, and one was on the right foot. In addition to these serious injuries, there were many shallow wounds.

Pei Zhiqu only had one sword wound, that is, his left arm was pierced, and he was temporarily unable to move. But his breath was still calm, and he was calmer than Wen Zijun.

Pei Zhiqu said calmly: "Very good. Take another move from me!" After saying that, he danced the soft sword in his hand into a ball of sword energy. After that, he roared and rushed towards Wen Zijun.

When Wen Zijun saw this, he had no choice but to make a last-ditch effort and used the "Unmoved" technique of the Gen Sword. All the internal energy of the universe was used up, imagining it to become a wall of energy, which seemed to be standing in front of him in reality.

The two collided, and there was a loud "Boom!"

Pei Zhiqu's sword energy ball shattered into nothingness, and he fell back with a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.

Wen Zijun's air wall also shattered the void, and he also spurted out a mouthful of blood. He also flew backwards, but just hit Yu'erdan on the boulder on the top of the mountain.

Wen Zijun could no longer hold back his momentum, and the two of them were pushed out of the boulder and fell into the abyss.

When Mo Hu Guxie saw this, he screamed sharply, but he could only watch his daughter being buried at the bottom of the cliff with the enemy.

Just when Shanyu was so sad that he was about to run away, he saw someone thrown from the cliff. He took a closer look and saw that it was his precious daughter Yuerdan!

Mo Hu Guxie rushed over and hugged his daughter.

Yuerdan was not unconscious. She had been watching everything that happened on the peak. At this time, her eyes were blurred, but she lay silently in Mohu Guxie's arms.

Looking at the abyss with no bottom, Mo Hu Guxie understood everything. He knew that General Pingnan of the Han Dynasty threw the Jade Pill up at the last moment.

Mohu Guxie kneeled down on the abyss with Yuerdan, and the elite Xiongnu soldiers behind him all knelt down on the ground. The person they knelt down was an enemy hero who deserved their respect.

The sun has risen and a new day has arrived.

But can human life be like the sun that sets in the west and rises in the east?

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End of volume three.

The fourth volume is about to begin. This volume will return to the Jianghu, and all the children of the Jianghu who have appeared and those who have not yet appeared will appear one by one!