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This spear is more than one foot high, which has already exceeded the limit that ordinary people can use, but for Wang Xuanwei, he is not a warrior, so naturally he does not need to hold this spear with his own hands. The power is also dozens of times stronger than anyone imagined.

Seeing the formation of the spear, Xiang Chu fell from top to bottom, as if it was going to split him in half, and instead of being surprised, Xiang Chu shouted, "Good time!"

Chapter 512 Soaring

The halberd in his hand changed direction along with his arm, it was no longer sweeping, but went up against the spear, and collided with the spear with an upward thrust!

"boom!"

The position where the two forces collided was turbulent, and countless Xuanwei particles flew away, and the spear retreated in a single encounter. Countless Xuanwei particles that were shocked to death fell, but there were new Xuanwei particles. Fill in the gaps.

But in the blink of an eye, a new spear formed again, and even beside it, four other spears formed.

Wang Xuanwei still had his eyes closed, but slightly raised one hand, and slightly closed his five fingers.

A total of five spears seemed to be tightly held by an invisible big hand, and they stabbed at Xiang Chu's head and body in turn. The power was so great that it shocked the world, but Xiang Chu was still laughing happily in it, and the big halberd in his hand was not at all. He retreated, but went up to meet it, colliding with it constantly.

Hearing the sound of collision after collision, Qin Ke on the other side of the river turned pale, and said in a low voice: "These five spears are enough to deal with just one, but if I face five spears at the same time, I'm afraid I will die a long time ago." .”

It was also the first time for him to see Wang Xuanwei fighting without any scruples. Wherever his thoughts went, the blackness on the surface of those Xuanwei faded away, and a dark golden light lit up, as if their bodies were ignited.

Xiang Chu smashed five spears, but more weapons condensed around Wang Xuanwei's body, and even gradually derived various swords, guns, swords and halberds, each of which was three or four times larger than ordinary weapons. It's scary just looking at it.

Naturally, Xiang Chu was not the most feared one. Even in his opinion, these weapons seemed to be very ridiculous things.

Indeed, it was difficult for Xuanweizi to devour his body, so Wang Xuanwei turned Xuanweizi into a weapon and launched a fierce attack on him. This method is unique in the world.

But if it's just this level, how can we win?

Xiang Chu sneered, looked at Wang Xuan who was not far away and said brightly: "If you still distract him now, you will die."

That's right, even though he and Xiang Chu have been fighting until now, there are still a large number of Xuanweizi who are still fighting towards the Shenwu Heavenly Army. and kill them.

But how can it be easy to control such a huge group of Xuanwei subgroups?Even if Wang Xuanwei is a rare master in the world, his strength will not be endless.

There are only [-] Mohist cavalry, but the Shenwu Heavenly Army has [-]. No matter what, they will definitely lose.

Therefore, in Xiang Chu's view, it was really unwise for Wang Xuanwei to bury thousands of lives with him.

"Perhaps you should think about it, is it because you are not worthy of my attention." Wang Xuanwei said leisurely with his eyes closed.

"Interesting." Xiang Chu smiled. Not only did he not get angry with Wang Xuanwei's obviously sarcastic words, but he felt that the current battle was more fun and fun.

Since Wang Xuanwei dared to distract him in front of him, what Xiang Chu had to do was actually very simple - to fight all the way in front of him, pointing his halberd at his head, forcing his gaze to be only on himself this direction.

So Xiang Chu moved forward.

The horse's hooves were crisp, but he was sitting on the horse's back, but he killed with one step.

More than a dozen weapons made of Xuanweizi were chopped, chopped, and smashed into pieces within a few breaths. Finally, the horse heads of the two had been handed over.

Xiang Chu could clearly see the indifferent and steady expression on Wang Xuanwei's face. If he swung the halberd at this time, he could completely split Wang Xuanwei in half.

The black Wuzi seemed a little irritable. From its point of view, maybe the human with closed eyes in front of him was really strong enough to be respected by him, but what was the war horse he was sitting on?How dare you stand in front of yourself?

So he shook his horse's head and let out a sneeze as loud as thunder.

Once upon a time, this black war horse also traveled thousands of miles across the grassland. Wherever it went, the horses all bowed their heads to express their submission.

Even though it was subdued by Xiang Chu, the wildness in its bones never faded, so the sneeze reached the ears of the opposite horse, just like a king giving orders.

Wang Xuanwei's war horse let out a wailing sound of fear, and then it suddenly knelt down, pressed its head tightly to the ground, and its body trembled.

But the black warhorse gave it a disdainful glance, then raised a front hoof, crushing the head of this humble animal with one kick.

But Xiang Chu frowned.

It wasn't because he didn't like what his mount was doing, but because he found that even though the mount under his crotch had fallen down, Wang Xuanwei still remained in its original position.

This feeling is as if a person sitting on a chair was taken away from the chair, but he didn't fall down, but remained sitting.

Of course, the reason for this situation is mostly because the person didn't sit on the chair at the beginning, but took a horse stance in advance.

Wang Xuanwei is not a warrior who cultivates qi and blood. Naturally, there is nothing that requires him to stride. He didn't fall because the moment the "chair" he was sitting on was taken away, he had already rebuilt a new one for himself. "Chair"!

At the moment when the horse fell down, a large group of black cloud-like Xuanwei seemed to have been inspired in advance, and gathered under Wang Xuanwei's body in unison, replacing the horse as his support.

He didn't take a step, and let Xuan Weizi take him back quickly; he didn't land, because he no longer needed to keep his feet on the ground, and turned upwards to start "flying".

Flying on a natal object seems to be a matter of course, but experienced Xiang Chu knows that this kind of thing is almost impossible to happen in reality.

The ability cultivated by spiritual practitioners is the most mysterious kind of power in the world. It is colorless, tasteless, invisible, invisible, but omnipresent and omnipresent.

Because of this power, they can do things that ordinary people can't imagine, such as driving objects from space, condensing entities out of thin air, or controlling the spirit of others, but they have their limitations, that is, they cannot control things that are too heavy.

Even though the power of the natal object controlled by the spiritual practitioner is no less than that of the Qi and blood practitioner, the actual generation of this power is very different from what ordinary people understand.

At least until now, I haven't heard of anyone who can drive objects weighing more than ten catties, so the natal objects used by most spiritual practitioners pursue lightness as much as possible, so that they can exert their greatest power.

Wang Xuanwei's body was well-proportioned, no matter how he looked at it, he weighed far more than ten catties, but in the nick of time, he did things that many spiritual practitioners could not do.

Stepping on his natal object Xuanweizi, as Xuanweizi continues to rise into the sky, he soars into the air, like a real god, looking down on all living beings from a high position.

"Is this okay?" Almost at the same time, Li Mo, Qin Ke, Abu and others all exclaimed in the same way.

"It seems that I underestimated you..." Xiang Chu raised his head and said softly.

In fact, he should have expected it a long time ago, after all, Wang Xuanwei himself is an outlier among spiritual practitioners.

There has never been a spiritual practitioner who can possess so many natal objects like him, covering the sky and covering the earth, in all directions.

No one has ever been able to control the natal object as delicately as he does, and can transform into many forms, as well as a part of his own consciousness and life.

That being the case, what's so special about him being able to fly in the air?

It's just that he is a practitioner of qi and blood, and he can't grow wings all at once. It is really troublesome to reach an opponent flying in the air.

Trouble, but it doesn't mean it can't be done.

Xiang Chu raised his head and looked at the black cloud in the sky. The sky shrouded in "dark clouds" seemed to indicate a heavy rain.

Although such scenes and postures inevitably seem to have a bit of artificial "sadness" of literati, Xiang Chu has never had that kind of emotion. On the contrary, the fighting spirit in his chest is getting stronger and stronger.

It is more interesting to fight evenly, if Wang Xuanwei can only hold on for a while and then hastily loses, how boring it is!

The crow's hooves were still pounding like thunder, and when it started running with all its strength, like a black streamer, even though Wang Xuanwei's speed in the air was equally fast, he still couldn't get rid of its pursuit.

Along the way, Xiang Chu swung his halberd continuously, the majestic force drove the wind, which almost condensed into substance, and many Xuanweizi were blown around by the wind before they could get close to him, and Xuanwei who was hit by him head-on The seeds are even more like mulberries that have been crushed with bare hands, without a whole body.

The next moment, he left the horse's back and went straight into the sky amidst the howling of the horse.

If Wang Xuanwei's figure in the air was ethereal and nimble, then Xiang Chu's sudden jump can be said to be extremely violent, like a sharp arrow that leaves the string, or a [-]-jin boulder thrown by a trebuchet.

With Wang Xuanwei's body that does not cultivate qi and blood, if he was hit by such a "big rock", what would happen to him?

But Wang Xuanwei is Wang Xuanwei after all, facing such a terrifying power and this terrifying person, he just slightly raised his eyebrows, and countless Xuanwei condensed in an instant, forming six walls in the air!

Xiang Chu twitched the corner of his mouth, and with a bit of disdain, he slammed into him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" With five muffled sounds in a row, the wall that Wang Xuanwei condensed with Xuanwei was defeated five times in a row, and even the sixth one was directly pushed back by Xiang Chu because it was formed too slowly. On both sides, pass through!

"Is this still human..." Qin Ke shook his head again and again, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Chapter 513 A Strong "Arrow"

Everyone on the battlefield must have a deep understanding of how strong Xuanweizi is.

Xiang Chu didn't pay attention to heavy armor today. Except for the wrist guards of his hands, he just put on a thin layer of iron armor on his chest, but he was so determined to hit the iron wall, and leaned against The powerful body forcibly smashed the wall into pieces.

"It's really good. In my opinion, you should be one of the strongest people in the world, right?" Wang Xuanwei said silently with his eyes slightly cracked.

To a certain extent, Xiang Chu followed the same path as Jinzhou's Gongshucha, but in terms of physical training, he has to go higher and farther, not only in his blood, but even in every inch of his skin and flesh. , are like tempered steel.

Since strength is capable of overcoming mountains, skills are actually a burden to him.

From the perspective of bystanders, Wang Xuanwei had already lost the safe distance of a spiritual practitioner. Facing the menacing Xiang Chu, he would undoubtedly lose.

But at this moment, Xiang Chu, who was still smiling at the corners of his mouth, suddenly frowned, as if he had foreseen something, he suddenly curled up, and stopped at a position less than six feet away from Wang Xuanwei, changed direction and fell downward And go!

Whoosh whoosh!

Several subtle sounds of breaking through the air resounded in the air, and three black shadows passed by Xiang Chu's side almost in no particular order. Scattered away.

A few drops of blood blossomed between the strands of hair, bright and magnificent, but also somewhat coquettish.

Xiang Chu, who was still falling down, stretched out his body, lowered his head and glanced slightly at the torn clothes on his arm. There was a small opening on the top that was slowly overflowing with blood, but his strong body had already started to repair his body automatically. When the muscles were closed, the blood was blocked inside.

"What a fast arrow." He said the arrow, of course because his strong body and eyesight allowed him to see clearly what just hurt him.

But at least in his opinion, there is no such strong archer on this battlefield who can shoot enough arrows to hurt him.

Or there is only such a saying that it is not human beings who hurt him.

He lowered his head, and during the high-speed fall, he could still clearly see four soldiers in dark golden armor standing below them, and the dauntingly large dark golden longbow in their hands.

Xiang Chu confirmed the inference in his heart, because they were indeed not human.

Dark gold is the color of Xuanweizi, the dark golden armor and dark golden longbow, and even the black shadow that just passed by his side are all composed of Xuanweizi.

The people under these armors are also Xuanweizi, but under Wang Xuanwei's manipulation, they seem to have formed life, which is shocking enough.

What made him frown even more was that except for the three dark gold soldiers below who were still re-stringing their arrows, the No. 4 soldier had already drawn his longbow to its full capacity.

But not at him.

The dark golden soldier's knees were slightly bent, and his unrecognizable face was slightly raised, as if looking into the distance.

Xiang Chu soon understood Wang Xuanwei's intentions, and as his blood flowed through his chest, his voice exploded like thunder in the air, and it was transmitted directly to the Tang army's camp.

"Li Mei! Get out of the way!"

Li Mei, who was in iron armor, straddled his horse, and the high slope allowed him to have a panoramic view of the entire battlefield.

This battle was completely out of imagination from the very beginning. He never imagined that the Shenwu Heavenly Army would encounter such an enemy, not Qingzhou ghost cavalry, not black cavalry, not to mention tiger and leopard cavalry from Canghai, but... infinite Endless bugs.

The newly hatched Xuanweizi are at their hungriest, and the iron armor happens to be their best food, but the Shenwu Tianjun is the least suitable army to face these bugs.

It should be said that Wang Xuanwei had expected this from the very beginning, but at the same time Li Mei also realized that he never seemed to find a way to deal with Xuanwei.

It's not his fault, Wang Xuanwei is not the kind of person who fights easily, there are only a handful of people who have fought against him in the world, and those who knew that he possessed such means have probably died on the battlefield, and there is no way to tell them. personal experience.

But seeing the Shenwu Tianjun's helplessness in front of this group of bugs, he still felt very distressed-the Iron Armored Army that the Tang Kingdom had almost emptied the national treasury and finally formed, lost more than two thousand in such a short period of time ?what's next?How much more will be lost?

I'm afraid that even if they can win this battle, they will be scolded by the court officials when they go back, right?

And this war is not over yet, Xuanweizi is still moving forward, the Mohist cavalry are red-eyed, and follow behind Xuanweizi, shouting "Long live the general" while constantly harvesting heads , Every time he swings a knife, a sergeant carefully selected by the Tang State will die.

But he still didn't order the Xuanjia heavy cavalry to attack.

Because he knew that he had to wait until the most suitable time. Wang Xuanwei's methods are indeed shocking, but a practitioner's strength is limited after all, and it is impossible to persist for too long. Under the power, this war will naturally come to an end.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the figure in the air, sighed, and said, "It's because I was young and vigorous, and I thought he was nothing to be afraid of before going out. Now it seems..."

"Li Mei! Get out of the way!" At this moment, Xiang Chu's voice rumbled like thunder from the sky.

Li Mei didn't even have time to think, the sharp sound of the wind had already poured into his ears. In an instant, his complexion was pale, and his blood almost froze at this moment.

That "arrow" was too fast, it clearly crossed the entire battlefield, but it still carried terrifying power.He clearly saw his horse disintegrating in front of the arrows, the horse armor, flesh and bones were so clear.

In the blood, there was the smell of death, and a shadow seemed to have touched his shoulder.

Li Mei roared in horror, and at the same time retreated at the fastest speed, from the horse's back, then to the horse's buttocks, and then fell down the hillside, the piercing pain rushed to his brain in an instant.

Almost fainted, he still gritted his teeth until the arrow finally passed him, pierced through the two black armored heavy cavalry behind him, and finally burst open.

Xuanweizi couldn't bear such a force. When the arrow was shot, these Xuanweizi were actually dead.

But Li Mei rolled on the ground a few times in embarrassment, feeling the pain on his right shoulder, and knew in his heart that his entire right arm had also burst, and from now on, he could only be with the remaining arm ...

"General!"

"Protect the general!" Two of the personal guards of Xuanjia heavy cavalry died in this arrow, and the rest were not afraid, but surrounded Li Mo desperately, hoping to use their flesh and blood to protect the general. Li Mei blocked the terrible arrow that might come again.

Li Mei's face was bloodless, and the pain made him almost faint, but he still hissed after escaping from death: "Hold up the battle flag! Don't panic!"

Several personal guards hurriedly helped him stop the bleeding and put on bandages. Only then did the others realize that the flag pole behind Li Mo was broken into two pieces, and the army flag with a wolf's head embroidered on it fell to the ground in a slump. The blood of the two dead Xuanjia heavy cavalry was stained red.

This terrible arrow almost completely destroyed the soul of Tang Jun. If it weren't for Xiang Chu's reminder, Li Mo would have been hit by an arrow in the chest, and Tang Jun's formation would have fallen into chaos for a while due to his death and the fall of the military flag. .

Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief when the military flag was supported by the spear again. The weakness of Qi and blood and the pain in his right arm rushed to his heart at the same time, and he passed out.

On the other side, Xiang Chu in the air finally landed on the ground, and his strong legs immediately made a deep hole in the ground.

He couldn't see Li Mo's situation now, but he didn't worry too much. If Li Mo couldn't even dodge the arrow and died on the spot, it would be a waste of his little master realm.