Transmigration begins with archery training

The fighting continued.

One man was dressed in white robes, wielding both a spear and a sword, while the other was shirtless, brandishing a giant meteor hammer.

The two of them didn't know how long they had been fighting.

only saw.

Chen Sanshi was at a disadvantage and was struggling to hold on.

Yuwen Jingwen, who had only one arm, seemed to have an absolute advantage, but he was never able to make any further progress.

A Xuanxiang martial artist.

They've actually managed to hold on until now?!

Cao Zhi abandoned his plan to flee and chose to continue observing.

……

"Still dead?!"

Yuwen Jingwen's arm and the iron chain had long since become afterimages, and his eyes were only focused on his opponent, not the world. He had long since entered a state of going all out, even beyond his capacity.

but……

The white-robed one is immortal!

No matter what killer move or tactic he uses, he always falls just short.

This tiny gap, however, seems like an insurmountable chasm, impossible to cross no matter what.

The Martial Saint was not without pain, nor did he ignore his injuries.

previously.

Yuwen Jingwen was able to temporarily ignore his severed arm injury thanks to his strong physique, but as time went on, the severed arm, which could not stop bleeding for a long time, began to ache, and the side effects of excessive blood loss slowly appeared.

"what!"

He roared, his hammer swings quickening, the clanging of metal becoming a continuous, unbroken sound: "Xuanxiang, you're just a Xuanxiang! You think you can outlast me? I'll see how long you can hold out!"

"How long will it last?"

Despite his blood-stained white robes, Chen Sanshi showed no signs of exhaustion: "You know, the people who said those words to me are all dead."

"fart!"

"Rumble--"

Another ten rounds passed.

Yuwen Jingwen made a shocking discovery.

His hammer technique was completely figured out by his opponent during the battle.

Chen Sanshi seemed to be able to predict the future, anticipating his subsequent attacks and then cleverly deflecting them, so that he was no longer at his limit but was in complete control.

"Absurd, absurd!"

Yuwen Jingwen's usually calm and composed state of mind could no longer be contained and was stirred up.

Because of his true energy...

We're almost out of gas!

There was only one person standing in front of him.

But the true energy he expended was enough to kill thousands of soldiers!

This person.

It's worth a thousand troops!

"impossible--"

"Even if it means we both perish today, I, the King, will never let you leave the Agate River, not even a step! Never!"

"..."

If Hong Zeying hadn't died in the Agate River...

No army could stop them after that.

them……

They will travel all the way to the barbarian capital, and then head to Langjuxu Mountain.

There lies the main array eye of the Blood Sacrifice Array!

Thinking like this.

Like a maddened beast, Yuwen Jingwen forcibly boosted his combat power again, even at the cost of damaging his foundation and falling in rank after the battle.

at last!

He's exhausted! This guy's exhausted!

He could clearly sense it.

The white-robed figure's protective aura was also weakening.

That's right!

Even if one person is worth a thousand troops, there will always be a time when human strength is exhausted.

however.

Just as Yuwen Jingwen was becoming increasingly violent, trying to hold on until he was on his last breath and crush him, he saw that for some reason, a strange power suddenly rose up in the other party's body, as if he had returned to fight after resting, and even showed signs of recovering to his peak.

[The Five Internal Organs of the Mysterious Origin]

Life flows endlessly, and the flow never ceases!

this moment.

Only then did Chen Sanshi unleash his last remaining strength.

The blood of the dragon and elephant surged within his body, and the five internal organs of his Xuan Yuan, along with the number of meridians opened up ten times that of martial artists of the same realm, helped him recover his Qi at an almost insane speed.

In addition, the fasting pills he took beforehand replenished his body's qi and blood.

In his words.

There was no word "exhausted" in it!

No matter how many enemies there are, or how strong they are, if you can't kill them, then what awaits you is only a desperate counterattack!

Witnessing this scene, Yuwen Jingwen's last breath was also exhausted.

He could only watch helplessly as his opponent switched from defense to offense.

My journey went from being able to hold my own, to barely managing, to becoming completely overwhelmed, until...

Utterly exhausted!

This battle!

If no martial artist of the same realm were to stop him, Yuwen Jingwen's unleashed power would be enough to slaughter around five thousand soldiers on his own, enough to completely destroy an army.

But he was only facing a Xuanxiang!

and……

They were still defeated by this Xuanxiang.

In this world.

Where is there a Martial Saint who has been defeated by someone below the Martial Saint level?!

This is a disgrace...

It is a disgrace to the Yuwen clan.

Even more so.

A disgrace to the world's martial arts saint!

"Clang clang clang clang!"

"boom--"

A flaw has appeared.

The meteor hammer was knocked away, and the iron chain wrapped around the spear again.

But this time.

It was the spear that caught the iron chain, preventing him from firing it back.

"Roar--"

The Zhenyue Sword flashed with a cold light, transforming into a white tiger that pounced towards them.

Yuwen Jingwen instinctively tried to block with his left arm, but only felt a numb chill; he no longer had his left arm...

The sword pierced through flesh, cut open his throat and spine, until it completely passed right under his eyelids.

all.

It suddenly subsided.

After a brief silence.

Yuwen Jingwen's head slowly slid off and fell to the ground. Blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain, turning into a warm, crimson rain that sprinkled onto the white-robed man.

"Boom——"

His burly body collapsed to the ground.

This battle.

The meeting has ended.

Chen Sanshi finally couldn't hold on any longer and hurriedly took out a large amount of healing pills, stuffing them into his mouth and swallowing them.

This battle.

He used every trick in the book.

The golden flying blade was coated with lamp oil beforehand, and after burning for a while, it was completely destroyed.

The bowstring of the iron-bodied bow also broke.

I was also injured, but fortunately it wasn't fatal, and I'll recover slowly on the way.

can only say……

The gap between a martial saint and an ordinary martial artist is simply too great.

Fortunately, he wasn't an ordinary martial artist either.

He had a brief encounter with Wen Zhi at Piyue Manor and roughly knew the destructive power of a Martial Saint, which is why he dared to lead his troops in all at once; it wasn't just recklessness.

of course.

Yuwen Jingwen is much stronger than Wen Zhi.

"Fourth Uncle—"

When the Ninth Prince Yuwen Xin arrived, he only saw his uncle's headless corpse and Chen Sanshi covered in blood.

How can it be? !

His fourth uncle.

He can be considered the strongest warrior of the Yuwen clan.

How could he have died like that?!

And he died at the hands of a martial artist at the Profound Elephant Realm?!

Yuwen Xin was first shocked, then furious, and drew his sword to charge forward.

Halfway there.

Chen Sanshi, who was recuperating on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

Yuwen Xin immediately dared not take another step forward: "I... I'll fight you to the death! I want to avenge my fourth uncle! Come on, come here!"

"It is you."

After recognizing the person, Chen Sanshi calmly said, "Your Highness, are you still watching the show?"

The words fell.

The ice and snow beneath the feet of the Ninth Prince Yuwen Xin transformed into chains, binding him firmly.