Transmigration begins with archery training

"Paji!"

The warhorses trampled over the ground like bursting watermelons.

In the blink of an eye, two more cultivators perished.

at the same time.

Sikong Chen's magical artifacts arrived one after another. Green vines danced on the wooden sword, and with the blessing of various incantations, they unleashed even more powerful magic than before, attacking the white-robed man's flank.

Chen Sanshi had only killed two people and had no time to dodge or retaliate, so he could only hold his spear horizontally in front of him to block.

"boom--"

One blow.

The white-robed figure fell like a meteor, crashing into the chaotic battle formation, stirring up a sandstorm and leaving a crater more than ten feet deep in the ground.

The wooden magic weapon rebounded back to Sikong Chen from the impact, and he caught it, his expression immediately darkening.

'wrong! ’

'This person was first besieged by many generals, and then killed two fellow cultivators in the mid-stage of Qi Refining. He should have consumed a lot of true energy, so why does it feel like…'

'On the contrary, it seems to have become even stronger?'

'...'

Just as he was lost in thought.

on the ground.

Chen Sanshi, holding a gun in one hand, transformed into a dragon, and a sword in the other, transformed into a white tiger. He flew into the sky again, and amidst the roars of the dragon and the howls of the tiger, a surging killing intent swept across the sky and arrived in front of him.

"court death!"

Sikong Chen was furious. He stopped using objects to attack from a distance and instead took out a talisman. After activating it, it turned into a stream of light and entered his forehead, causing his power to rise steadily.

Mighty Strength Talisman!

With immense power, plus vast magical energy.

He neither dodged nor flinched, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, and transformed into a streak of mysterious light as he crashed down.

"Boom-"

It was accompanied by a thunderous sound.

Chen Sanshi was knocked back again, falling from mid-air back onto the battlefield, but he was still unharmed and showed no signs of exhaustion of his true energy.

Sikong Chen cursed inwardly.

No wonder most people in the cultivation world despise martial artists!

These people are incredibly difficult to deal with, just like mad dogs. If you try to fight them, you'll lose a large chunk of flesh if you're not careful.

So far, he has only been suppressing his opponent by relying on his cultivation level, always maintaining a certain distance and not daring to fight at close range, otherwise he would be too late to even cast a spell.

These warriors.

Damn it!

"Kill me!"

Sikong Chen's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the entire battlefield: "Whoever kills Chen Sanshi will be granted the title of Duke, a hereditary title!"

He directly replaced the Western Qi court and raised the level of rewards to a new level.

however.

No matter how many Western Qi soldiers rushed forward, they would all turn into vengeful spirits after a few breaths. In just a few rounds, the white-robed man had killed hundreds of enemies, and the corpses piled up like mountains.

in the process.

Sikong Chen did not stand idly by. He hovered a hundred feet in the air, controlling his flying knives while continuously casting various spells, bombarding the white-robed figure amidst the army like a storm.

Whenever the white-robed figure tried to fly into the air to attack him at close range, he would be repelled by magic and then be surrounded and killed by a massive army.

After repeating this cycle several times, he began to feel something was amiss.

Sikong Chen could clearly sense it.

His magic was becoming less and less effective at suppressing the white-robed figure.

At first, he could easily stop it by manipulating his throwing knives, then he had to take it seriously, then he had to go all out, and finally he had to use every trick in the book just to barely keep up.

If this trend continues...

Could it be that this guy can fight me to a draw, or even...?

Surpass yourself?!

How can this be? !

Human strength has its limits!

Monks are no exception!

Take Sikong Chen himself as an example. The best way to deal with a large army is to kill people by casting spells in the air. If he is surrounded, he can kill at most one or two thousand people before his magic power is exhausted.

Even when flying, one still needs to maintain magical power at all times!

Those who cultivate martial arts can kill more enemies in the army because of their strong physique, but this is also limited, and their true energy will inevitably deplete over time.

Not to mention.

The white-robed warrior not only had to face enemy troops, but also had to constantly guard against attacks from cultivators of the same or higher realms!

In this situation, he should have died of exhaustion very quickly.

how come……

A murderous intent rose from the ground and reached the air in an instant.

The white-robed figure has returned after slaughtering a thousand men!

Sikong Chen was prepared and continuously cast three talismans on his body. The runes on the wooden sword in his hand were dazzling, and the magic power piled up layer by layer before suddenly extending out, transforming into a huge light blade more than three zhang long, which collided with the heavenly dragon formed by true energy.

"Rumble--"

Above the sky, thunder roared like lightning.

A moment later, the white robe fell from the sky again.

But Sikong Chen himself was also sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, and it wasn't until he was a hundred feet away that he managed to stabilize himself by making hand seals and chanting incantations.

This time...

Tie!

After more than a dozen rounds of suppression.

With the help of killing thousands of enemy soldiers.

Chen Sanshi's [Peerless] fighting spirit layered up and increased, and his combat power finally rose to the point where it was on par with Sikong Chen, and it was still climbing!

Sikong Chen's pupils trembled, and his mind remained unsettled for a long time. Although he could not understand it, he had to accept the fact.

If I still can't get rid of Chen Sanshi soon, I might... die!

"Damn it!"

He left his sect to participate in this battle in order to accumulate merits to exchange for resources and prepare for his future Foundation Establishment. How could he possibly die here?

Seeing that the white-robed figure was about to ascend to the heavens again, Sikong Chen consumed all the pills on his body that could enhance his abilities. Then, he bit his finger and formed hand seals at such a speed that afterimages appeared. He spared no expense in sacrificing his own essence and blood, pouring it into his natal magic weapon, the Wooden Yuan Blade.

"Om-"

After absorbing the essence blood, the Wood Yuan Blade grew stronger and larger as it cleaved the ground, like a towering tree crashing down. Countless vines and branches spread out, forming a net that blocked out the sun and the sky. Within a radius of several miles, the bright daylight was plunged into endless darkness. It was also like a giant hand made of countless plants slapping down on the white-robed figure on the ground, determined to crush him into a pulp and then absorb his nutrients through its roots.

In the shadows.

Chen Sanshi swept his spear across all directions, clearing away all obstacles once again. Even with the towering tree beneath him, he did not retreat. Amidst the blood, he unleashed the Fire Breathing Technique, his surging true energy churning and rolling within his body. After circulating through his body, it was transmitted to the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear.

Jing Shen, Jue Yuanzi!

Jing Shen, Xuan Fu Hua!

Dragon Classic!

Although true power has not yet been condensed.

However, the moves in the Dragon Scripture were already learned long ago.

The two-dimensional divine realms that have been opened up are also real!

With the blessing of the talisman, Chen Sanshi flew into the sky, becoming one with his spear.

Azure Dragon, cleanse the world!

Ever since.

A true dragon.

It tore through the sky!

A gash appeared in the towering ancient tree, which had been covered in branches and vines. The tree withered and shrank rapidly, transforming back into a wooden sword that returned to Sikong Chen's hand. Then, with a "crack," it broke in two.