Super Dimensional Martial Immortal

   Chapter 220 Heaven's Path Anomaly

   "Ow, ah! My son! How can I live if you die!"

   The plain white hearse drove by the street, and the old lady crying heart-to-heart attracted a lot of discussion.

   "What's the matter? Why do you feel that there are funerals everywhere in the imperial capital these two days?"

   "You don't know yet? That Mrs. Liu's son served in the Beijing army. This time he performed martial arts with the army from Qiangzhou, and he died on the spot."

   "You can even die in martial arts? That's too bad, right?"

   "Hehe, I went to two camps, but none of them came down. This is called performing martial arts? This is slapping the emperor's face!"

   "What? Two battalions died? What do the barbarians in Qiangzhou want to do? Rebellion?"

   "So it is, no wonder many places are wearing hemp and filial piety these days..."

   "Take a horse, why is the imperial army so weak? Can't even 500,000 people make up a strong army?"

   "After losing the foreigners and losing the rebels, after losing the rebels and losing the Qiangman, if we go further, we will lose to the savages of Jizhou..."

   "It's not the corruption of the officials. I heard that because of this, all the officers, members, and principals of [Wu Xuan Si] have entered."

   "Okay! It's time to deal with these corrupt officials!"

   "Hehe, how many officials and masters have been changed in each term? Can you change it? Change the soup or not the medicine!"

   "Humph! This officialdom is a big dye vat. It's the same for anyone who goes in. The honest people have no way to get promoted. On the contrary, the greedy and flattering people are on the rise. In the end, the court is full of silverfish!"

   "Three years of the prefect of the Qing Dynasty, one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver, in order to collect money and fight for power, I don't want to face!"

   "Look at this Da Min, eat jujube pills!"

  The indignant discussion soon turned to Daemin, but a new news suddenly lifted everyone's spirits.

   "What? Wu Anjun wants to perform martial arts with the Sanzhou Legion??!"

   "Wait, isn't Wu An-Jun going to [Martial Dao]? When did you switch to [Martial Dao]?"

"I do not know…"

  Although this news is full of doubts, a burst of excitement suddenly surged in everyone's aggrieved hearts.

  The people hate the princes and ministers who plunder the people's fat and the people's ointment, but they especially worship the martial arts arrogance who have thousands of powers attributed to themselves.

   They are the spiritual pillars of ordinary people, the projection of their own ideals, and the future they have longed for but missed...

   Every time they saw Wu Anjun suppressing those alien arrogances, their hearts would rise with pride.

  The arrogance in their bones supports them to stand up, withstand the pressure, and bravely face this increasingly cruel world.

  Wu'an Jun is like the last brilliance of a decaying empire, tearing apart the dark clouds and darkness, constantly reminding people of the glory of the celestial dynasty, and inspiring them to continue to work hard...

   "West Military Academy, wait, isn't it today?"

   "What? Why don't you hurry up and occupy a seat? I remember that there were several hills next to the school grounds that no one cared about. You can see the whole picture below!"

   "Don't worry, first go to the foreign merchant to buy a telescopic tube, you can't see clearly without that thing!"

   "Hey! Brother is brilliant!"

  …

  Similar discussions reverberated all over the imperial capital, and the common people who had been holding back for most of the winter gathered towards the West Military Academy regardless of the severe cold.

  The hills outside the school quickly became crowded with people, and their cheers and cheers could be faintly heard from far away.

   But at this time, there was no one on the campus, which covers an area of ​​several square kilometers. The protagonist of the stage was sitting leisurely on the warm and comfortable stand, holding a small gourd and sipping wine.

  The fragrant and sweet aroma of the wine made everyone feel greedy, but looking at the handsome young man with drunken eyes and a lazy posture, everyone only felt that their scalps were numb.

   It's about to face a **** battle, why are you still drinking here? !

   But I have to say that this kind of drinking behavior is really unrestrained and domineering, which is in line with the arrogant and arrogant image of Lord Wu An.

   On another high platform a few kilometers away from them, the atmosphere of a group of people was extraordinarily solemn.

   "General Wu, be careful in this battle."

"Yes!"

   Holding his fists in salute, Wuzan, who was dressed in military uniform, turned and left, preparing for the final rectification.

   After he left, Desong Yazhuo looked at the chilling and desolate school grounds and let out a long sigh of pity.

   Since they knew that the last battle was fought by Wu Anjun alone, they took the time to carry out countless deductions.

   He even did an actual combat drill based on his [transcendence] attitude.

   And the result of the exercise was that he "died from exhaustion" after trying his best to kill more than 500 people.

   In other words, Zhao Yinshun's lower limit can kill at least one-third of their soldiers!

   But the upper limit... no one knows!

   It is very likely that most of the warriors who appear today will die under the sword of that monster!

   It is clear that two **** battles have been fought, and it is almost done. Why did such a variable happen?

  No one could have imagined that Damin would actually send a warrior to fight, because in theory, the configuration of the [Sirius Camp] cannot compete with any warrior except the mythical powerhouse!

   But, the emperor has a monster beyond the theory...

   Comparing with the gods with a third-order body!

   Supreme Tianjiao, Damin Wu'an Jun - Zhao Yinshun!

   Chewing on this suffocating name, Dematsu Yataku took a slow and long deep breath, faintly feeling the despair and powerlessness of ancient alien races when they faced the heyday of the Celestial Dynasty.

  Tianwei Huanghuang, just a name can make people split...

   Just as he shook his head with emotion, a long blue-black dragon rushed past under the stands, and soon formed a fortified military formation on the school ground.

   gave up the best horse fighting, and everyone turned into heavy infantry.

   Wearing heavy armor, holding a long spear, a thick scimitar hanging from his waist, and a steel shield on his back, almost armed to the teeth!

   If it weren't for the average sequence of the most common soldiers reaching Tier 3, the weight of these equipment alone would be enough to crush them, let alone a high-intensity fight!

   Seeing the army marching out, the sturdy murderous aura shot straight into the sky, and even the hills in the distance could feel the chilling and oppressive feeling rushing towards the face.

   But what is strange is that there seems to be no movement on his side, and no soldiers come out to set up a battle at all.

   "Didn't you say Wu An-Jun is going to lead his troops into battle? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

"I do not know!"

   On the luxurious stand, the lazy boy in white slowly got up, looked down at the army formation with a forest of spears in the distance, and stretched his waist in intoxication.

   "Senior sister, help me..."

   handed half of the delicate gourd in his hand, Zhao Yinshun suddenly remembered something, took back the wine gourd and pinned it on his waist.

   "Forget it, I can have two more bites later when the mood comes."

  Li Min, who had stretched out his hand halfway, froze for a while, and glared at him angrily.

   "Seriously, don't worry me!"

   "What's there to worry about? A group of people who are selling the first sign!"

   Pointing to the distant army formation, the boy in white laughed, his figure suddenly disappeared in place, like a white training shot into the distance.

Jumping down from a high platform of more than 100 meters, the extraordinary power of [Xuelong suit] was silently activated, Zhao Yinshun's body gliding for hundreds of meters like a bird, drawing a graceful arc in mid-air, falling gracefully not far from the enemy line.

Dressed in a splendid attire and white clothes that beat the snow, like a vain immortal descending from the sky, the handsome young man smiled, his careless eyes even had a hint of drunkenness, he didn't look like an enemy who came to fight at all, but a grandson who entered the battlefield by mistake. son.

   Looking at the long-known Wu Anjun, Wu Zan stood cautiously in the center of the army formation, clasping his fists and saluting with a distance of several hundred meters.

   "The last general Wuzan, I have met Lord Wu'an!"

   "No need to say more, since you have chosen the path of the military, you should be prepared to give your life at any time..."

  The White Emperor Sword at his waist was automatically suspended without wind, and quietly suspended in the air. When Zhao Yinshun raised his hand to grasp it, he just put the hilt into his palm.

   "Death in battle is your destiny, so I don't have to have any psychological burden."

"you…"

   Feeling the terrifying momentum that expands infinitely like the sun, Uzan, who was originally calm and composed, suddenly changed color.

   Something is wrong!

   He is a lot stronger than the last time he played against Tokatsuya!

   At the same time, the barbarian envoy headed by Sangbo Zanqi also stood up in awe, subconsciously clinging to the windowsill and staring at the young man in the distance.

   "Could it be...he hid his power last time?"

   The one who was hit the most was Dematsu Yataku.

   Originally he thought he had touched the edge of Zhao Yinshun's power, but the cruel facts told him that it was not the limit of others...

   Even, everything he saw was just a part of what others deliberately showed!

   is like an iceberg floating on the sea. Under the bottomless water, I don’t know how huge the body is hidden.

  No one could have imagined that this part of the gap is just Zhao Yinshun's growth in the past two months.

  Because they have reached the top level of [Conferred God List], almost everyone has squeezed their innate potential to the limit.

  Unless you are promoted to a legend, you can only go a step further, not a thousand miles!

   "The way of heaven is different! The way of heaven is different!"

  Sangbo Zanqi thumped his chest and let out a sad sigh.

   All the arrangements and deductions for Lord Wu An were abandoned, and an ominous premonition lingered in his heart, heralding the end of this battle.

As if to confirm his hunch, the five fingers holding the hilt of the White Emperor's sword used gentle force, accompanied by a clear and distant sword cry, the divine sword wrapped in the materialized white jade sword gang slowly unsheathed, pouring out tsunami-like energy. tidal.

  Invisible surging swept across the world. The battle formation of more than 1,400 people was like saplings in the wind, swaying messily by waves of "strong winds", and the opposite of them was only a white-clothed boy with a sword drawn!

   Until this moment, Uzan didn't understand why the other party gave half a month of recuperation time, why the other party asked himself to bring all the reserve troops to the battlefield...

   He simply intends to slaughter over a thousand people of his own with the power of one person!

After    trembling in horror, a tyrannical anger rose up in Uzan's chest.

  Even if you will be the supreme and top-notch sacred in the future, why do you, a third-order warrior, decide on us now?

   There are more than 100 legendary generals in front of you, and there are more than 1,000 sergeants of the same rank as you. Even if the gods come, the army formed by us can resist one or two. Why do you regard me as fish? !

   "Arrogant child..."

   was about to scold fiercely when the young man in front of the battle suddenly raised his hand and put his index finger on his lips.

   "Shh, I'm a kind person, and I don't want to see dead people talking, you... just go in peace."

Before I could recall what he meant by this, a stern Bai Lian slammed into the forest of guns in the front row. In an instant, the broken arm wrapped in iron armor flew into the air, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen people were cut into pieces. .

   "Sirius! Roar!"

   His heart was beating wildly, and a piercing chill penetrated his heart. Uzan raised his spear high and slapped his breastplate hard.

   "Woo~~~~"

   All the warriors roared in unison, the phantom of the giant wolf invisible to the naked eye instantly condensed over the battle formation, and the illusory army spirit turned into substantial oppression, instantly suppressing Zhao Yinshun.

  The will of thousands of extraordinary people condensed into a huge entity. Feeling the pressure like a mountain, the boy in white suddenly raised his head and looked up at the void with a hideous smile.

  【Sword Domain · King's Landing】!

  【Army Soul·Wu'an】!

   "Roar~"

  “锵~”

   He heard an inexplicable shrill wolf roar one second ago, and the next second was a piercing sword sound like a dragon's roar.

  The onlookers from several miles away trembled, goosebumps rose high, even though they were separated by a long distance, they were shivering with fear by the two mighty powers that penetrated their souls.

   On the two different stands, everyone was shocked and saw a divine sword blazing with black flames rising into the sky, showing no weakness against the phantom of Sirius!

   "Wu'an...it's the power of Lord Wu'an! He actually motivated the spirit of the army with the power of one person?!"

   "No, it's mainly his own sword domain. Wu An's power is only assisted in the form of black flames, but the superposition of the two mythological laws is enough to suppress the opposing [Sky Wolf Camp]!"

   "It's appalling! The last one to form an army was the overlord Xiang Yu, but he was only promoted to Myth to master this power. He is better, and he can suppress the army at the third rank!"

   "No wonder the eldest princess mainly seeks the seal of [Wu'an] for him, it turned out to be this idea!"

   "This is expected to be invincible in a single fight, and the imaginary enemy is directly set as an army!"

   "It's arrogant! How can the growth of individual strength be compared to the growth of the number of troops? A team of thousands can't hold you down, and a team of ten thousand can't hold back? What about 100,000? One million? Ten million?"

   "Yes, martial arts have limits, and the army is the embodiment of national power, and there is almost no upper limit. For the sake of a mere advantage over the army, giving up the strengthening of one's own martial arts, I think it is worth the loss."

  …

  In the stands, the eyes of many ministers flickered, and spiritual thoughts were exchanging in the void.

   And seeing the eldest princess with calm eyes by the window, someone suddenly had an idea.

   "Is there a possibility... This is Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, no, Mr. Duanmu is trying some kind of path?!"

   As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, and then there was a hundred times stormy waves in the void.

   "Yes! Yes! Mr. Duanmu definitely didn't want his two disciples to kill each other, so he made arrangements in advance!"

   "It's not necessarily the only reason, Jing Ke and Xiang Yu's attempts to make martial arts saints all failed. Mr. Duanmu may think that the existing martial arts concepts are not enough to support sainthood, so he is ready to open up a new path?!"

   Thanks to book friends [Three-Body Wicked Luo Ji] [Xianmao] [Out of Winter] and other book friends for their rewards.

   Don't you all wonder why the warrior class, which conflicts with the emperor, is not banned?

   I set up such a big hole and no one noticed it, **** it!ヽ(≧□≦)ノ

   (end of this chapter)