Chapter 462 – Eight more to go
Chapter 462 – Eight More to Go
“Boom–“
Within the hills with complicated terrain, dozens of people were engaged in a fierce fight, with warhorses neighing, swords and spears clashing and cries of misery rising.
“Puh!”
Xin Zhuo penetrated the throat of an Innate Fourth Grade Minor Patriarch with a single shot, leapt his horse and swept across the ground, sending four more people flying, and turned back to look at them, his brows furrowed and his heart depressed.
The other party was also more than thirty people, indeed there was no innate great sect master, but innate sub grade three was enough seven people, he had already killed one person, there were still six people, these six people did the intention of wiping out his party, dispersed too much, it was difficult to capture, and his party had already fallen in battle with five or six people.
“Die!”
At this moment, an Innate Sub-Third Grade enemy soldier leapt up, the long spear in his hand wrapped in powerful martial rhythms, heading straight for Jiang Xiaofeng’s throat.
Jiang Xiaofeng hastily swung his sword to resist, only to hear a “dang” sound, the whole person flew out backwards, tiger’s mouth cracked, blood qi surging, a mouthful of bruised blood sprayed out.
That person looks uplifted, a little foot again popped up, long spear straight stabbing Jiang Xiaofeng, even behind the tiger shadow floating.
When Xin Zhuo saw this, he had to use his legs to leap up from the horse, his mind working, his gun coming out like a dragon, blocking in front of Jiang Xiaofeng.
“Dang!”
Gun to gun, the man was unguarded and was sent flying alive, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes as he made to leave.
Xin Zhuo speed is even faster, once again jumped up, the long gun wrapped in countless gun shadow, head and then smashed, powerful martial arts rhyme aftermath, wave after wave.
That person only had time to cross the gun to resist, only to hear “when when when” three sounds, even people with the gun was smashed into the ground, cracked bones, screamed miserably, was about to leap up to fly back, a gun has penetrated his heart.
“Hoo hoo ……”
Not far away Jiang Xiaofeng reclined on the ground, his chest heaving and undulating, but he looked at Xin Zhuo with surprise and muttered: “Innate sub-third grade?”
“Don’t freeze, everyone gather in one place, don’t disperse, and wait for me to kill the enemy!”
Xin Zhuo shouted explosively, straight to the other party’s innate fourth grade cannon fodder abuse, gun like a cold star, floating clouds and water, one gun to kill a person.
And Jiang Xiaofeng, Gege girl group of people finally gathered together, but faced with four or five innate sub-third grade siege, despite trying their best to resist, there were still people who kept dying.
It was just that Xin Zhuo’s decimation speed was even faster, and his heavenly gun technique, which the enemy martial artists weren’t familiar with, and didn’t even know how to resist, in a matter of moments more than twenty innate fourth grade were dead or wounded.
The five siege Gege girl and other people of the enemy army innate sub-third grade see, can not help but eyeballs crack, even if the kill more people, their own side dead, but also inevitably eat hanging fall, can not help but give up the Gege girl a few people, jumping horse cross sword, straight to Xin Zhuo surrounded kill over.
“Brother Qing, careful!” Ge Ge girl exclaimed in alarm, had the intention to go forward to help, but was unable to do anything about it.
Xin Zhuo did not think, his eyes calmly looked at the five people rushing, his heart technique running to the extreme, deep breath, then took the initiative to meet, his long spear cut through a subtle trace of martial rhyme, rolling up the sky with the shadow of the gun.
[Sweeping Eight Directions Flowing Cloud Gun Technique]
“Dang dang dang ……”
Under one strike, the ear-piercing clash of weapons was deafening, and intense martial rhyme fluctuations rushed in all directions.
Xin Zhuo crashed heavily to the ground and retreated three steps in a row.
The opposite five people flew backwards on their backs, staggered to the ground, “thump thump thump” and retreated seven or eight steps in a row, all of them with trembling tiger mouths, their faces green and white.
A pair of five, the high and the low!
Jiang Xiaofeng, white three masters a group of people froze for a moment, and then face flushed, raised their arms and shouted: “standardized mighty!”
Just into the hills, encountered the enemy, the hearts of the people is really weak, thought it was a certain death, who expected Jiang Yuqing did not know when to enter the innate second third grade, a person with a gun like into no man’s land, this kind of violence is really difficult not to be surging hearts.
Opposite the enemy army five people now look at each other, suddenly a little foot, running to the war horse, jumping horse whip, straight to the distance to escape, escape very barefoot.
Xin Zhuo immediately turned on his horse, jumped on his horse and raised the whip, chasing after the past.
“Biao Tong, don’t chase the poor enemy!” Girl Gege and the others could not help but shout out.
“And wait for me here, go and come!”
If I don’t capture a fellow realm, how can I sacrifice my spirit?
“Da da da da ……”
The horse’s hooves splashed, getting closer and closer to the five people in front of them, and those five people looked back and suddenly scattered. Xin Zhuo had to chase after the nearest woman, seeing that it was close, he leapt up, threw the lance, and made a seal with both hands: “Vertical weapon art, go!”
The lance wrapped a layer of martial rhyme ripples, like a green dragon probing the point, straight to the woman’s back.
The woman’s reaction is not slow, a saber back to counterattack, but unfortunately the power gap is too large, “when” a sound, even with the horse was shot out.
“Sigh law ……”
Horses roar, four hooves have been broken, internal organs are cracked, can not climb up, the woman sat up with difficulty, only feel dizzy.
Immediately afterward, a cold gun head was pressed against her throat.
“Hoo ……”
The woman raised her head, revealing a delicate and beautiful face, more than thirty years old, only the look of bitterness, a miserable smile: “I am dangling, you and I are in the same realm, why is the gap so big? Forget it, kill it, this ghost place to go home with no hope, die then …… woo ……”
Words did not finish, was dunked a mouthful of fishy rancid well water, surprised to look at Xin Zhuo, only feel inexplicable.
“I can spare you from dying!” Xin Zhuo’s hand lance forcefully pierced her skin, “You need to write a note, owe me a life!”
“This …… doesn’t have a pen and paper, and how can I write it?”
“Bite your finger and write in blood!”
“Good!”
……
“Da da da da ……”
The sun slopes in the west, twenty-eight standard rushed back to the “war city” with the remaining sun, thirty-four people came, eighteen people returned.
But there are thirty-two bloody heads hanging on the saddle.
Thirty-two heads equal to thirty-two thousand military pay, sixteen of their own lives in exchange, if you add the other thirty-two people, it is forty-eight lives, only to get this thirty-two thousand military pay, I do not know whether it is a loss or gain.
The people only feel an unspeakable sadness in their hearts.
Xin Zhuo is now looking at the Moonwatch Well.
[Well Master: Xin Zhuo]
[Moonlight: 2/100]
[Realm: Innate Sub-Third Grade (two out of ten into Innate Third Grade)]]
There are still eight Sub-Third Grade Sacrificial Spirits to go.
“Buzz–“
Right at this moment, a faint fluctuation of martial rhythms came from the side, interspersed with hints of stern sword intent.
Xin Zhuo looked over in surprise.
Only to see that Miss Gege suddenly leapt up and sat on her knees.
Entering the Innate Sub-Third Grade!
Innate Sub-Third Grade Sword Cultivator!
Jiang Xiaofeng’s group of people also jerked their heads back, a hint of envy on their faces, this somehow broke the boundary?
The same armor first comer, she was the second person to enter the Innate Sub-Third Grade besides the Standard Uniformed Jiang Yuqing.
Five times the speed of sword cultivation!
Xin Zhuo couldn’t help but sigh with emotion, then looked at the crowd: “The reward for each hunt, I only need two thousand, the rest will be divided equally among all of you, and strive to enter the innate half-step great master as soon as possible, just like Miss Gege!”
“Standard Unity preaches!”
“Many thanks!”
(End of chapter)