Transmigration begins with archery training

"Chen Sanshi, you are only at the Transcendent Realm, no match for me, not to mention, I have a large army to help me."

As Sikong Chen spoke, his hands continued to form hand seals and cast spells without stopping: "Why don't you just surrender? Maybe we can even leave you with a whole corpse!"

"You're wrong."

Chen Sanshi steadied his breathing and readjusted the internal energy he had accumulated.

“If you come alone, dealing with you might indeed be a bit troublesome.”

"But you have a large army to help you."

"You are no match for me."

Sikong Chen was taken aback, unable to understand what the other person meant.

What does it mean to have a large army to support you, making you not an opponent?

meaning is.

The more people there are, the less likely you are to win?

Isn't that absurd!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck.

A long-handled sword suddenly appeared in Sikong Chen's hand.

However, this Mo Dao was not made of metal, but carved from wood. The surface of the wooden blade was covered with intricate runes, and the hilt was wrapped with dense vines.

Top-grade magical weapon!

The long sword came flying through the air, slashing vertically downwards, its blade radiating green and purple light. The seemingly light and weightless strike carried the power of a towering mountain as it fell.

"Rumble--"

The gentian-silver spear clashed with it.

The clash between true energy and magical power created a shockwave that stirred up a cloud of dust. Dozens of soldiers were scattered and sent flying backward, their internal organs ruptured and exploded inside their bodies, killing them instantly.

Amidst the billowing dust, Chen Sanshi and his horse were thrown back high into the air, seemingly on the verge of losing their balance and crashing to the ground, before managing to maintain their footing in a perilous moment.

The gleaming silver spear, gleaming with its sharp edge, clashed head-on with the wooden weapon. Surprisingly, the wooden artifact remained undamaged, simply spinning back into Sikong Chen's hand.

at the same time.

Countless Western Qi generals and soldiers had already rushed up from all directions, hoping to seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the white-robed man on his white horse.

He shall be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!

Hereditary succession!

In their eyes, the white-robed general on the white horse was no longer the enemy general, but an opportunity to establish a thousand-year-old family!

in those days.

At the end of the Former Yan Dynasty, the last hegemon of the Yan royal family was trapped on the banks of the Luo River. After he died in battle, his body was dismembered by many soldiers. Even if they only obtained a fragment of his body, they could still be ennobled and appointed as generals.

now.

The Cui family, the foremost family in the eastern part of Dasheng, was established hundreds of years ago when they obtained a leg from the overlord of the Former Yan, thus becoming a marquis and beginning a powerful clan that lasted for hundreds of years. Even after the fall of the Former Yan, the invasion of the Central Plains by barbarians, the subsequent century of chaos, and the establishment of Dasheng by Cao Xie, the Cui family remained steadfast.

At this moment.

In the eyes of the Western Qi army, Chen Sanshi was such a treasure!

Even.

Even cutting off just one of his fingers could ensure the prosperity of the family for three generations.

Xiahou Shu, a general of the Western Qi Dynasty, thought so.

He held a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand, standing behind the white horse, his eyes bloodshot and staring intently at the back of the white robe. His eight extraordinary meridians were running at their limit, and bursts of qi were transmitted to the blade until they transformed into a raging lion.

Lion's roar, wolf's howl!

The tiger roars, the eagle cries!

Countless warriors, with their swords, spears, and halberds swarming around them, unleashed their signature skills as they charged toward the white figure in the center, like a beast tide, a beast tide triggered by the finest flesh and blood.

Bloodlust, rage!

Greed, violence!

A raging tide of beasts, galloping and roaring.

until……

A true dragon has been born!

All beasts, begone!

"Rumble--"

No one saw clearly when the white-robed man made his move; they only saw the silver spear transform into a dragon, carrying boundless true energy as it swept past, plunging their world into complete darkness.

Flesh and blood flying everywhere!

From Sikong Chen's attack, the white-robed warriors' response, to the Western Qi soldiers' sneak attack, and finally to being swept away in one blow.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye.

"continue!"

air.

Sikong Chen controlled the wooden sword that had been launched back, his eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise in them at first, then a chilling coldness intensified: "You've already consumed rare and precious herbs and begun to open your Jing Shen (a type of magical artifact)?"

Martial arts monk.

After achieving the Transcendental Realm, only by consuming one of the three rare and precious herbs can one unlock the Divine Realm and then break through to the True Power Realm.

Once you reach the True Power realm, True Qi transforms into True Power, and your combat strength undergoes a qualitative change.

However, this does not mean that there will be no improvement before a formal breakthrough.

in contrast.

Each time a new Jing Shen is activated, the power will increase by one point.

Sikong Chen was a late-stage cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining. He originally thought that he could easily kill the opponent, who was at the peak of the Mortal Transformation stage, without using the Celestial Phenomenon Formation.

The result was unexpected.

It was actually able to block my attack.

Therefore, it must be that they have already eaten the Jingshen Fruit.

He shouted, "Junior brothers, hurry up and help me!"

not far away.

Two cultivators at the mid-stage of Qi Refining arrived.

One of them held a glittering golden rope and aimed it directly at Qianxun's neck, while the other cast a spell and formed a hand seal. Frost erupted and condensed into a long sword, which shot out like an arrow, piercing towards the white-robed Tianling.

Sikong Chen himself remotely controlled the wooden blade to strike again.

Three-sided attack!

They didn't even spare the mounts!

A flash of inspiration occurred.

Chihiro transformed into a streak of light and was stored in her storage bag, leaving the rope empty.

Chen Sanshi's spear transformed into the wings of a Vermilion Bird, its cry sounding like the scorching sun, directly melting the Frost Sword. Then, he himself seemed to have wings on a tiger, soaring into the air, his spear aimed straight at the cultivator's face.

"what?!"

The monk was horrified.

Theoretically speaking.

A mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator and the so-called "Martial Saint" of this world should be at the same level of combat power.

But why are his spells like paper in front of his opponent?!

Seeing the opponent approaching with overwhelming killing intent, he quickly used his flying device to create a large distance behind him.

The Martial Saint cannot fly.

If the three of them stay high in the air, preventing the other from getting close, they can continuously cast spells to wear down the opponent until they are exhausted to death.

Martial arts practitioners possess formidable physical strength.

To fight against the forces of the Dharma, we must make the most of our strengths and make up for our weaknesses.

I saw.

The white-robed figure was like a tiger with wings, leaping directly to a height of over twenty feet in the air. However, it could not fly and clearly began to fall after reaching its limit.

But just as the cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, a talisman appeared, shattered, and transformed into streaks of purple light that empowered the white-robed figure. The figure then transformed into a flying tiger, suddenly accelerating through the air. The spear magnified in the cultivator's pupils, quickly obscuring his entire field of vision.

"Pfft-"

There wasn't even a chance to cast a spell to defend.

A blood-red lotus flower burst open on the cultivator's chest, and his body fell straight down, crashing into the chaotic army.

"Brother Zhao!"

Another cultivator flew into a rage, and the golden rope seized the opportunity to wrap around and tightly bind the spear shaft, trying to restrain it firmly. However, unexpectedly, an overwhelming force suddenly came from the end of the rope, causing him to lose control and be pulled directly in front of the white-robed man by the spear. It was too late to escape. The Zhenyue Sword flashed, and he only felt a chill on his neck. His vision first spun, and then his eyes rapidly dropped. He saw that his body was still in the air, but his head had fallen to the ground on the battlefield.