Three Kingdoms: Conquer Wu from Maicheng with Cavalry and Swords, Don't Fall Behind

A faint, strange light flashed in Guan Yu's eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He was preparing for a desperate battle when he suddenly discovered that he could not move his body.

Unlike the shock he felt when they first met, he felt an unprecedented calm, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

A feeling of secret delight crept onto Ao Shiwushuang's face.

Qi Ye paused the game and reviewed the previous events. The main characters in the game have their own lives and can advance the plot.

After he logged off, the main storyline continued. The Martial Saint personally went out of the city to lure the enemy, buying Maicheng time to recuperate.

That's roughly the situation.

After leaving the city, the Martial Saint used the advantage of his warhorse to fight the enemy and killed a total of 2766 enemies.

Ok?

After repeatedly confirming the information, Qi Ye felt his pent-up frustration dissipate.

This gaming feature is great!

If he encounters danger, he can load a save file and start over. The AI ​​can secretly develop and even track down the player's progress, similar to an offline auto-play function.

Currently, each level up requires killing a thousand enemies; it will inevitably become even more terrifying in the future.

If it's just the players, who knows how long they'll be killing people, and they'll have worn out their mice.

"We must get our hands on the 'Six Harmonies Divine Qi Gong' as soon as possible to become invincible."

Qi Ye made up his mind that once this trouble was resolved, he would quickly clear the dungeon.

He looked around the screen and exclaimed, "Wow, Gan Ning, Zhou Tai, Ling Tong, Xu Sheng, Zhu Huan, and Ding Feng are all here!"

The deaths of Jiang Qin and Han Dang put considerable pressure on Lü Mengshang.

Qi Ye stretched his limbs, sat upright in his gaming chair, and his aura changed instantly.

Pause, end.

"Guan Yu, prepare to die!!" Ling Tong raised his sword and launched a surprise attack, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

The Martial Saint reached out and touched his chest.

Ling Tong paused, slowing his pace warily, fearing a sneak attack from a hidden weapon.

The spear that stretched for fifty paces left a deep impression on him.

The Jiangdong youths around hesitated, not daring to approach, their eyes fixed on Guan Yu.

The Martial Saint remained calm, took out a meat bun, and swallowed it in one gulp.

He suddenly pulled out an arrow, revealing a crimson arrowhead. He pulled out another, and then another.

The people of Jiangdong were in complete uproar; it was even more terrifying than "scraping the bone to remove poison."

After all, the story of scraping the bone to remove poison only exists in legends; they are witnessing the removal of arrows to heal wounds firsthand. It's truly bloody, yet they don't utter a single sound.

"Who is this, trying to sell their prize?!"

The Martial Saint moved with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, exuding an imposing aura. He raised his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, its blade already dulled.

Strange phenomena arose from his body, so intense that they could not be looked at directly.

Ding Feng's eyes were filled with disdain as he loudly exposed, "Guan Yu was wounded while guarding Maicheng. Now, with the continuous battles, his injuries have worsened. He's doing this simply to intimidate us."

Ling Tong calmed himself down; Guan Yu was definitely bluffing. How could he possibly back down in front of all these young men? That would be unheroic.

"Guan Yu!!"

Here it comes, the familiar shouts are here. Wu Jun's heart surged with excitement. General Ling, whenever he faced battle, would always call out the enemy general's name first! Charging into the enemy lines alone, treating them like mere weeds, his courage was awe-inspiring!

In the Battle of Xiaoyao Ford, the 100,000-strong Wu army collapsed, like stray dogs, utterly disgracing Jiangdong. Only Ling, leading 300 personal guards, turned back to fight, defeating his guards until they were all forced to retreat.

Ling Tong killed thirty or forty enemies by himself, and only withdrew from the front line after estimating that Lord Wu was out of danger. He then jumped into the water in his armor and swam away from the enemy.

From then on, his name became famous throughout Jiangdong.

Ling Tong's eyes sharpened, and he asked loudly, "Do you know Ling Gongji of Jiangdong?"

The Martial Saint said calmly, "Just put up a sign and sell your head!"

Enraged, Ling Tong jerked the reins, raised his sword, and pressed down, shouting, "Arrogant!!"

Using the horse's momentum, advanced techniques involve suddenly twisting the waist at the moment the horse is airborne, combining the speed and power of the human body's rotation with the speed of the horse's charge.

This doubles the speed of the blade tip, allowing for a terrifying cut that slices through chainmail like tearing cloth.

The bulging of the horse's hindquarters and the explosive thrust of the horse far exceeded the limits of human strength, perfectly embodying the unity of man and horse.

To bully those without horses with one's own is a shameless act. If the opponent were a martial saint, all the Jiangdong disciples would understand. No one knew better than them how terrifying this man was. It was as if opportunism, backstabbing, and outnumbering the weak were all legitimate methods.

The Martial Saint's killing intent soared to the heavens, his eyes flashed with lightning, and he slashed diagonally with his sword. With a "bang," Ling Tong's battle sword shattered, and both man and horse were killed, with blood splattering more than ten feet high.

Ling Tong was thrown into the air, his internal organs and intestines falling out from beneath him. He couldn't understand how a blunt knife could wield such power.

It's pure brute force, with absolutely no skill or emotion.

Everyone stared in disbelief, a chill running down their spines. Those who witnessed it all retreated in terror, their faces ashen.

"The mighty Martial Saint tricked them with a sweet act; they must have been careless and didn't dodge." Qi Ye was quite satisfied. The AI ​​Martial Saint's attributes were probably only about 60-70% of what they were when the player controlled it. The best part was that its attributes would decrease after it was injured.

This can be considered a buff in the game.

If the AI ​​were as powerful as the player, leveling up would be much faster, which the developers definitely wouldn't be happy about.

"Get out of the way!" Gan Ning shouted, cleaving through Ling Tong's personal guards with a single stroke, clearing a path.

Ling Tong's body was covered in blood, his skin ice-cold: "Xing...Xingba, be careful!"

Gan Ning raised his knife and beheaded Ling Tong, thus putting his mind at peace.

The guards shouted in unison, "Gan Xingba!!"

Gan Ning sneered, "It was Guan Yu who killed Gong Ji. Are you cowards not seeking revenge?"

With a swing of his crescent-shaped blade, anyone who dared to block it would die. No one dared to challenge the Martial Saint's might.

"Quickly form a formation to lock down this land and suppress the ferocious beast!" Ding Feng roared, pulling Gan Ning to his side.

Ling Tong's personal guards were both alarmed and furious, and quickly set up a killing formation to suppress the Martial Saint.

"You cowardly rats, why do you not cherish your lives?!" The Martial Saint wielded his sword and charged forward, covering several meters in a single step.

He glared and roared, his crescent blade transforming into a blunt weapon, sweeping across the heavens. His arrogant aura was like a divine fire spreading across the plains, and his body burst forth with boundless power.

Standing tall and majestic, he wielded his crescent-shaped blade with fierce force, scattering thousands of troops.

A heart-wrenching scream escaped from the mouth of the dying man.

Countless halberds and spears pierced through the air with a whooshing sound. Suddenly, the crescent blade was swung up, severing the shafts of the spears and halberds, and then swept horizontally.

"Die!"

The Martial Saint's divine roar rose again, unleashing a surge of overwhelming power, his swordsmanship astonishing. In an instant, lightning gathered, clouds shattered and rocks split, and a vast expanse of blood-red light surged forth like an overturned ocean.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Xu Sheng exhaled a breath of turbid air, his mind churning with turbulent emotions.

"A traitor to the alliance! Who dares to arrest him?" Zhu Huan was filled with fear and dared not step forward easily.

The Martial Saint's fighting spirit soared to the heavens. His crescent blade swept across the battlefield, and Ling Tong's personal guards were scattered like tumbleweeds. In an instant, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and not a single one could withstand his sharp edge.

The Jiangdong youths turned pale, taking one step back, then another, fearing they would become front-line soldiers and victims of the blade.

Zhou Tai raised his chariot and unleashed his elite guards, arranging them in formation. He pointed at his comrades and cursed:

"His Majesty has decreed that Guan Yu must be captured. Let's see who dares to back down, who dares!!!"