Transmigration begins with archery training

In his life, he experienced a total of 2,457 battles, 1,001 of which were life-or-death struggles, 96 of which were narrow victories, and 8 of which were near-death experiences, which led to his achievements today.

all of these!

at this point!

Get a comprehensive understanding!

All the moves and techniques merged into one in that instant.

This is his strongest strike!

Vaguely.

Murong Huatuo could even vaguely sense realms above Martial Saint!

He could see a bigger world!

This strike is purely offensive, with no room for defense; it's either kill the enemy or die yourself!

This strike can split a mountain!

"boom--"

The black tiger formed from the longsword spread its wings and, in the instant the two armies clashed, amidst the pouring snow and ice, pounced on the white-robed figure before it. The air surged violently, the tiger's roar was deafening, and it carried a monstrous power that seemed to devour the heavens and the earth!

Just in time.

A flash of cold light appeared first, followed by the spear thrusting out like a dragon!

The true dragon roared out, easily piercing through the body of the Black Tiger of the Xuantan Altar, churning it into dust and then completely merging into the icy sand that filled the sky. Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp "clang".

Murong Huatuo's longsword slipped from his hand and spun into the air. He tried to catch it, but the dragon didn't give him the chance.

The sharp blade tore through the protective aura, relentlessly approaching the crown of his head. The surging aura bursting forth caused his facial muscles to contort and deform, and his long hair, after his hair ornament fell off, fluttered wildly behind him.

he looks like……

dying!

He really is a martial saint.

one move!

Murong Huatuo's most powerful strike, which he had mastered in his lifetime, was utterly utterly vulnerable in front of the white-robed man!

Why? !

Forty years!

He cultivated for forty years, yet he can't compare to someone else's three years?!

A surge of resentment welled up in his heart, turning into a final act of resistance. He simply gave up on retrieving the longsword that was still in the air and had not yet fallen, and instead used his true energy to try to catch the spear blade with his bare hands in order to buy time.

Two breaths!

Even if it only delays us for two breaths!

The Martial Saint beside him would have time to make a move, while the white-robed figure, restricted in time, would be unable to retract his weapon and would be unable to cope, potentially suffering injury as a result. Then, one wrong step would lead to another, until he was killed.

Murong Huatuo roared, mobilizing all his protective true energy to gather in his hands, and grabbed the spear tightly just before it reached Tianling.

however……

It's just a drop in the ocean!

True energy, palms, bones—all of it combined couldn't withstand a single breath. The constantly buzzing Liquan Spear sliced ​​through him layer by layer like cutting tofu, finally accelerating suddenly and leaving a hole in Murong Huatuo's crown.

"Ho..."

The breathing technique suddenly stopped.

Murong Huatuo exhaled the last breath of heat from his body, and then his body fell straight off the horse. His eyes stared blankly at the white horse and white robe, his pupils filled with resentment. However, he could no longer think about why he was resentful. He only knew that his vision was becoming more and more blurred until he was completely plunged into darkness.

"Brothers, kill them!"

The two armies went to war.

First, kill the general!

And he's a Martial Saint!

It goes without saying how much it boosted the morale of the soldiers in Hongze Battalion.

"Rumble--"

The Snow Dragon Riders of Hongze Camp clashed with the Iron Cavalry of the Snowfield Barbarians.

The heavily armored Ironclad Cavalry should have gained an absolute advantage by overwhelming light cavalry.

But the reality is quite the opposite.

The light cavalry of Hongze Camp, relying on their armor, warhorses, and the frost on their blades, possessed a striking and defensive capability that was in no way inferior to the Ironclad Cavalry, and they did not suffer from the Ironclad Cavalry's cumbersome nature.

In other words.

These 13,000 soldiers of the Hongze Camp are equivalent to the Ironclad Cavalry with the agility of light cavalry!

Under the influence of the storm.

Their combat effectiveness has also increased step by step.

Some of the soldiers were even able to exchange blows with those who had mastered the Blood Cultivation Technique.

and.

The avalanche continues.

Even more bizarrely, if these white waterfalls fall on the location of the barbarian army formation, they will transform into man-eating beasts that bury and devour them all; if they fall upwind of Hongze Camp, they will transform into swirling hurricanes that continuously strengthen this frost dragon.

The two armies clashed in a matter of breaths.

The barbarian army was already in chaos.

"Murong Huatuo!"

side.

The other martial saints witnessed it firsthand.

In white robes and riding a white horse, he killed Murong Huatuo with a single blow!

This person has indeed broken through to the Martial Saint realm!

Moreover, it is highly likely that the breakthrough was made before the Battle of Agate River!

True.

Murong Huatuo's final strike was purely offensive and deadly, leaving no room for defense.

But at the same time, it is also his strongest attack!

Even so, he still couldn't withstand a single shot from the white-robed figure?!

"Let's all rush in together, don't fight him one-on-one!"

In the midst of a chaotic battle.

The remaining four barbarian martial saints attacked almost simultaneously.

One man wielded a spear, another wielded two swords, another wielded a giant hammer, and yet another carried a sword at his waist, but never drew his sword to kill the enemy; instead, he displayed a set of fluid palm techniques.

This person is none other than Tuoba Junfeng, known as the number one swordsman of the grasslands, and also the eldest prince of the Tuoba clan.

He learned swordsmanship from a young age, and by the age of eighteen, his swordsmanship was unparalleled on the grasslands. Later, he secretly traveled to the Central Plains, absorbed the swordsmanship of a hundred schools, and integrated them into his own creation, the Killing Intent Sword, which killed the Central Plains Sword Saint at the time with a single sword strike.

It is said that after he turned forty, no one ever saw him draw his sword again.

Because drawing the sword means certain death.

At this moment.

The spear in the hands of the Martial Saint of the Duan Clan resembled a raging python, heading straight for him.

The last dual-sword martial saint of the Yuwen clan attacked from the left, while the giant hammer martial saint of the Murong clan attacked from the right. Tuoba Junfeng watched quietly, beginning to nurture his sword and cultivate killing intent!

The four barbarian tribes, who had fought and killed each other for hundreds of years, have now formed an unprecedented alliance, all for the sake of killing the white-robed figure before them.

"Om-"

The very tips of the Liquan spear and the long spear collided with perfect precision.

The next moment, the Martial Saint of the Duan Clan felt the vast and boundless True Dragon Qi, which easily devoured his giant python. His warhorse could not withstand the terrifying power and its limbs snapped, causing it to die suddenly. The Martial Saint himself also crashed into the snow.

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands.

Just as the spear was about to meet the lance, the twin blades had already reached the left side, only inches away from the tip of his hair. Then, with a flash of sword light, the Zhenyue Sword appeared out of nowhere and could not advance any further.

Despite the stalemate, the Twin-Blade Martial Saint sensed that on the surface of the Zhenyue Sword, dragons coiled and tigers galloped, these terrifying forces swirling and coiling around it, bringing extremely powerful counter-forces.

He let out a roar like a dying beast, forcing a stalemate, and was once again shocked by the white-robed man's powerful true energy, which was second to none even among martial saints!