Transmigration begins with archery training

No matter how long Chen Sanshi's blood and qi are, or how fierce his fighting power is with the Small Chariot Formation, he could never be a match for a general who has refined internal organs, plus the cavalry that has advanced.

"Looks like we're really going to lose today!"

Wang Zhi beheaded the enemy's flag bearer with a single stroke, his voice filled with madness: "My death is nothing to regret! Stone, you can't die! You're fast, we'll tear a gap in your path for you, you might still have a chance to escape. Go back and cultivate diligently to avenge us!"

"Lord Chen, Brother Shi! You should leave now!"

Zhuang Yi and Zhao Qiao said almost in unison.

"Screw your sentimentality, nobody's going to die!"

While fighting, Chen Sanshi asked, "Fatty Wang, what level were you at before?"

Why are you asking this?!

Wang Zhi asked in bewilderment, "No matter how capable I was before, it's useless now!"

"I mean……"

Chen Sanshi thrust his spear back, killing an enemy soldier: "You, the one who's at the Refining Organs stage, how long can you hold out? After all, you're at the Fallen Realm, so you should be much stronger than a normal Bone Refining Perfection cultivator, right?"

"That's natural. My cultivation level has dropped, but my swordsmanship remains. Ordinary Bone Refinement Perfection cultivators are no match for me in five rounds! This barbarian leader is no match for Xiang Tingchun! I can hold him off for a while!"

Wang Zhi asked suspiciously, "What do you want to do?"

"Hold on! Keep your formation, hold on! I have a way to get you home!"

Without waiting for everyone to react.

Without warning, Chen Sanshi turned his horse around and galloped off in the opposite direction.

That is,

Barbarian stronghold!

"Are you crazy?!"

Wang Zhi couldn't stop him even if he wanted to.

"Huh? Stop right there!"

The barbarian tribal chief, seeing the white-horse general change direction, immediately understood and spurred his horse to give chase: "Die!"

"clang--"

A loud metallic clang rang out, sparks flying in the darkness.

Under the terrifying power of the Visceral Refining Martial Artist, Wang Zhi and his horse were thrown backward, his arms trembling uncontrollably, but he managed to block the opponent: "You thieving barbarian, where do you think you're going?!"

"You dare to stop me while I'm practicing bone-training? You're asking for death!"

……

"Stop him, stop him!"

"..."

Chen Sanshi broke through in the opposite direction, and with the speed of the white swan horse, no one could catch up with him after killing two Blood Refining Martial Officers. He was getting closer and closer to the enemy's main camp. Instead of forcing his way through the well-defended main gate, he went to the weakest point in the west. The white swan horse leaped up, crossed the two-meter-high wooden barricade, and rushed into the camp full of felt tents.

Not long ago, he figured out the layout of the military camp.

This position is guarded by infantry.

Infantry means you can't catch up with him or stop him!

The cavalry arrived.

It will take about a minute.

Once surrounded, Chen Sanshi will surely die.

But if you reach your destination within a minute before being surrounded, that's your chance of survival!

"drive--"

Chen Sanshi killed seven or eight infantrymen in succession, and rushed into the central command tent in just over fifty seconds.

Most of the soldiers only saw a white shadow flash past them, accompanied by a cold, strong wind, and had no idea what had happened.

"Who?!"

Inside the account.

The ninth prince of the barbarian tribe had just drawn his sword when he heard the commotion and saw a white warhorse smash through the soldiers guarding the tents and rush in.

"Keng——"

He drew his sword and stood up: "Who goes there!"

"Protect His Highness!"

The young bone-training officer, who had been left behind by the tribal chief to protect the prince, immediately grabbed his weapon.

"boom--"

But before he could make a move...

It was as if arrows were being rained down.

Lian Gu Baihu didn't even have time to dodge, and tried to take the hit with his arm. He was undoubtedly shot through the heart and died on the spot, without even having a chance to fight back.

"Die!"

The ninth prince of the barbarian tribe was no fool. He quickly reacted to the sudden situation, seized the opportunity, and strode forward. His Zhenyue sword gleamed coldly as he slashed at the Dasheng general on horseback.

The long spear and the Zhenyue sword clashed and made a crisp sound.

The ninth prince of the royal family staggered back several steps, his sword trembling and humming, almost slipping from his grasp due to the terrifying force.

"What an amazing sword!"

The opponent was probably at the minor stage of bone cultivation, and was not as strong as Chen Sanshi, but with this sword strike, he actually cut a notch in the blade of Chen Sanshi's reed spear!

"Protect His Highness——"

at the same time.

The central command tent was completely surrounded.

Countless archers and crossbowmen were positioned three or four deep, but the two inside were too close together to dare to fire.

A general who had been left behind and reached the peak of Bone Refinement rushed in with a long-handled broadsword. He was thinking of attacking from behind, but when he got within seven steps, a silver snake appeared in his pupils.

His hair stood on end, and he instinctively swung his knife, barely managing to cut the silver snake away before it bit his cheek.

"What a fast gun!"

After just one exchange, the barbarian commander broke out in a cold sweat.

He got into position, ready to receive the next move.

As a result, the other party completely ignored him, and their target remained the Ninth Prince.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

Chen Sanshi's spear struck the opposite side like a torrential downpour, the sound of it striking the Zhenyue Sword like the clanging of iron. He could hear more and more people entering the camp and approaching from behind, their killing intent as vast as the sea and overwhelming!

The blood of the dragon and elephant surged violently within him, the spear in his hand transformed into a silver phantom, and the blood vessels and tendons in his arm were like an overloaded machine, burning hot as if they could burst into flames at any moment.

The Ninth Prince could not withstand such a fierce attack. His right hand was covered in blood from the tremors, and his entire arm was almost numb. He could no longer hold the sword hilt and let the Zhenyue sword fly into the air.

At the same time, the reed-leaf spear tore through muscle, pierced bone, and penetrated his shoulder.

The Zhenyue Longsword, suspended in mid-air, was firmly caught by the other hand.

Just before the barbarian generals could launch their attack, Chen Sanshi arrived behind the Ninth Prince, placing the sharp blade of the Zhenyue Sword against his neck. A trickle of blood oozed out, and his bloodshot eyes gazed at the densely packed barbarian soldiers:

"Everyone, stand down!"

"Bah-"

The barbarian commander seized an opportunity and slashed at the obese general of the Sheng Dynasty in front of him. The sharp blade tore through the armor, cut through the skin and muscle, and was finally stopped by the hard bones, leaving a deep groove.

The other party seized the opportunity and struck decisively.

The swordsmanship was so agile that even he, a martial artist specializing in internal organ cultivation, could only barely dodge it, leaving a shallow cut on his face.

"roll!"

The barbarian commander brandished his sword again, forcing his opponent back, then reined in his horse and rode away without lingering for battle.

This fat centurion is quite remarkable.

Having reached the pinnacle of Bone Refinement, he was able to exchange so many blows with him using the Organ Refinement Technique. His swordsmanship was so refined and masterful that it was impossible for someone at the Bone Refinement stage to be considered proficient.

Killing him would probably take quite a bit of effort.

He's out of time.

The young general on the white horse charged towards the main camp.

Although I don't know where a Bone Refining cultivator got the guts, and he'll most likely be surrounded and killed, I still have to rush back.