Transmigration begins with archery training

Finally, one hour!

……

mountain top.

altar.

Several Khans looked at the Martial Saint who had retreated in a sorry state, with only three of them remaining, and their faces showed astonishment.

"absurd!"

"You five Martial Saints, and in such a short time, two of you have already been killed by this man surnamed Chen!"

"You're all Martial Saints, and the five of you can't even beat one?!"

"..."

"Great Khan, please forgive me!"

The three martial saints all knelt on one knee.

"That Chen Sanshi..."

"It's probably been several years since he broke through to the Martial Saint realm!"

"The level of true qi accumulation couldn't possibly be from a recent breakthrough!"

"Even with the four of us working together in a war of attrition, we still couldn't wear him down!"

"Even among the martial saints of the world, I'm afraid few could rival him!"

"..."

"You fart!"

Tuoba Khan cursed, "That Chen fellow, including his time in Poyang County, has only practiced martial arts for a little over three years. Where did he get the years of accumulation? At most, he has only broken through to the Martial Saint realm for half a year! You lot, you are unworthy to be called warriors of my Heavenly Clan! How can you bear the title of 'Saint' for Martial Saint!"

"Brother Tuoba is right!"

The Great Khan Murong was heartbroken at the loss of his Martial Saint and vented his anger on the rest of the group: "Don't even mention Chen Sanshi, in my opinion, even if Lü Ji or Jiang Yuanbo came today, you wouldn't be able to withstand them!"

"Gentlemen, there's no need to be angry."

The Great Khan Duan said, "Fortunately, there's only one hour left. They still need to fight their way to the top of the mountain. How could they possibly make it in time?"

"not good!"

Yuwen Jinglian pointed down the mountain: "If we let him continue killing like this, my Heavenly Clan army will collapse, and we won't be able to stop them!"

From their perspective.

The man in white robes, wielding two spears, moved through the area as if it were empty; no one could stop him. Furthermore, the barbarian martial saint was not present to oversee the situation. If it weren't for the hefty reward, they would probably have fled long ago.

"Bastard!"

Tuoba Hongxin shouted, "Why aren't you charging back? Even if you die today, you must stop him!"

Several martial saints were also dissatisfied.

After being severely scolded, he also felt ashamed of the "saint" title given to the Martial Saint.

Those who can become Martial Saints naturally possess ambition.

The earlier retreat was actually more of a rational decision, since the purpose of this battle was to protect the altar, not simply to be afraid of death and fight.

However, these words clearly touched a nerve deep within them.

Now, with his spirits soaring, he's truly ready to fight his way back.

"it is good!"

"The three of us will go and hold the line!"

"..."

"and many more!"

Just now.

The high priest of the Witch God Cult, who was maintaining the formation on the altar, finally spoke: "There are other cultivators nearby. The three of you will stay here to guard the formation's core. Do not go down the mountain again. The formation's core must not be allowed to have any accidents."

"High Priest?"

Tuoba Hongxin said, "But someone has to keep things in order, right?"

"Relying on you?!"

The high priest sneered, looking at the giant ice and snow dragon that had fought its way to the mountainside: "Does this guy surnamed Chen really think that just because he has the Heavenly Book that can amplify the military formation, the immortal masters of the ancient demon race have no other means?"

With a flick of his sleeve, a formation plate appeared out of thin air in his hand.

After making hand gestures and chanting incantations.

The array plate floated in mid-air, and then surprisingly merged directly with the altar.

All of a sudden.

Black mist surged forth from the source of the evil veins, covering an area of ​​dozens of miles in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, enveloping the entire snowfield battlefield and all the barbarian soldiers.

"This is?!"

Tuoba Hongxin was both surprised and suspicious.

"After this formation was established..."

The high priest explained calmly, "It's not just the people of Hongze Camp who are fearless; our Heavenly Clan's warriors will also enter a state of madness, utterly undaunted by death."

"Great!"

The Duan Clan Martial Saint, wielding a long spear, said, "As long as the army doesn't collapse, I don't believe Chen Sanshi can fight his way through a hundred thousand troops to our side!"

"Even if it were possible, how much true energy would be left?!"

"..."

……

"boom--"

On the battlefield.

There was no martial saint to oversee things.

Chen Sanshi, wielding two guns, killed people like mowing grass.

one thousand!

two thousand!

Three thousand!

His true energy is inexhaustible, and with the addition of the fasting pill, he will only feel tired from fighting, but will not be exhausted!

Hong Zeying followed closely behind him.

It's equally unstoppable!

Under such overwhelming power, fear appeared on the faces of the barbarian soldiers. Most of them hesitated, holding their weapons, and dared not move forward any further.

The next step is defeat!

After the great defeat.

They would be able to reach the summit as quickly as possible.

It just so happens at this very moment.

Black mist filled the air between heaven and earth.

These black mists transformed into tiny black worms, burrowing into the seven orifices of the barbarian soldiers. Only the soldiers of Hongze Camp were protected by the mysterious energy and were not harmed.

"Damn it, what is this now?!"

This scene.

It is visible to the naked eye of ordinary people.

Wang Zhi pulled the knife from the enemy's corpse and looked up at the black mist in the sky.

I saw.

After being baptized by the black mist.

The barbarian soldiers, who had already begun to retreat and were on the verge of collapse, suddenly went into a frenzied state. Their eyes were bloodshot, their movements were wild and menacing, and they roared as they charged forward, looking like mad beasts.

"Oh no! It must be sorcery!"

Chu Shixiong gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't these people afraid of death?!"

"So that's how it is..."

After the fierce battle, Cao Zhi was already panting heavily: "Isn't there a way to make them collapse? If they don't collapse, how can we get up the mountain?"

In front.

There were still more than 60,000 barbarian troops, and more than 20,000 pursuing soldiers behind them.

With the enemy as fearless as "zombies," they had no way out but to kill!

Charge in!

Kill as many as try to stop us!

"Om-"

In front of Hongze Camp.

Amidst the blood-red light filling the sky, a silver spear was raised high.

"Hongze Camp!"

"charge!"

"I."

"We'll clear the way for you!"

The spear swept across.

A thousand troops are crushed!

With the surge of true energy, no matter how many enemies were in front of him, they were all turned into minced meat and limbs.

"Well done!"

In the [Peerless] state, Chen Sanshi felt the layers of fighting spirit stacking up, experiencing what it meant to have endless amplification. As long as he didn't fall, he could keep accumulating power!

previously.

He wasn't entirely confident.

Because Chen Sanshi knew.

At the very least, there will be someone in the late stage of Qi Refining or even the perfect stage of Qi Refining on this Langjuxu Mountain.

after all.

This was their decades-long plan.

Even if Chen Sanshi is the strongest Martial Saint, he is still just a Martial Saint.

Theoretically speaking, his combat strength is roughly equivalent to the mid-stage of Qi Refining. If he were to face the late-stage of Qi Refining, even if he used all his spells, what would be his chances of winning?

but!

Since the barbarians are not defeated, they insist on blocking this place.

That's perfect for fighting our way up and accumulating our unparalleled fighting spirit to its limit!

The battalion commander personally cleared the way for his men.