I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 1007 The Duke of Zhenguo "Solo Kills" Commander-in-Chief Longxiang

"Commander Meng, your Golden Armored War God is indeed brave, but I'm afraid he can't withstand the Vermilion Bird's Heaven-Burning Bow."

Su Ye gently shook his head. Before he finished speaking, a crimson Vermilion Bird Arrow rose from Vermilion Bird's waist. Just as Ru Shou's Golden Axe blocked a Hundred Birds Arrow, the crimson aura on Vermilion Bird's Burning Heaven Bow suddenly surged.

A crimson arrow transformed into a Vermilion Bird, emitting a clear cry, and pierced through the gaps in his golden armor, exploding into a rain of orange-red fire on his back.

The golden-armored general staggered and knelt down, his golden axe plunging deep into the yellow earth.

"An arrow soared through the sky, its dazzling light truly living up to its name!"

Meng Zhang glanced at Zhuque, his lips twitched, and then he said with a "sigh".

"Commander Meng is joking."

Su Ye suddenly chuckled. The Chun Jun Sword was fully drawn. The moment the tip touched the ground, some Yin Yang School disciples behind him, dressed in Yin Yang School robes and led by the Moon Goddess, suddenly stretched out their hands. Immediately, the entire battlefield trembled violently.

The yellow earth beneath Ru Shou suddenly collapsed, and the golden-armored general instantly fell into the deep pit, while Zhu Que took the opportunity to float away.

"The Duke of Zhenguo is very calculating."

The signal that the "commander was injured" quickly spread among the Flying Tigers, and dark armored soldiers surged in like a tide, engulfing the two figures.

In the arena, Meng Shuai's sword moved with a heavy, spiritual energy. Suddenly, the tip of Chun Jun's sword transformed into eight cold stars, aiming directly at Qiao She's eight points: Jianjing, Quchi, Yangxi, and so on. .

Therefore, even though Qiao She deliberately resisted my hidden lord, Meng Shuai, who was still at the level of a divine general, could hardly harm Qiao She with just his instinctive protective aura.

"The Duke of Zhenguo is incredibly brave!"

"The Duke of Zhenguo's swordsmanship is divine; I admire it greatly."

Although the Chun Jun sword in my hand is one of the ten minor famous swords and is naturally endowed with the ability to break through qi, unfortunately, the difference between my own strength and that of Qiao She, the top war god in secret, is too small.

Su Yefei, standing beside him, understood immediately and pointed to his sword, marking eight "sword wounds" on Qiao She's shoulder. Then, his black cloak rolled up and was covered in blood when he unfolded it again.

Meng Zhang also drew his Starry Sky Sword, its blade pointing directly at Su Ye, and the pearl on the Starry Sky Sword emitted a dragon's roar.

"Haha, you flatter me! Commander Meng, please accept my sword!"

"withdraw!"

As the two passed each other, Meng Shuai flicked the spine of the sword again with his fingertip, and the Chun Jun sword emitted a clear and melodious sound. The sword light was like a silver dragon soaring into the sky, leaving a shallow white sword mark on Qiao She's left arm.

"Help this commander back to the camp."

Meng Shuai laughed loudly, his feet moving in a series of steps, his figure suddenly transforming into eight afterimages. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the Chun Jun sword spun eight inches of green light in his palm, the blade pointing diagonally at the opponent's throat.

"Meng Zhang uses underhanded tactics!"

The Xuan Dong Li Mei around me silently raised their black iron shields, and the Xuanwu Imperial Guards shouted in unison. The sound of heavy armor clashing was like muffled thunder rolling across the battlefield. Through the gaps in the shield wall, I saw Dong Li suddenly lean against Su Ye Fei's shoulder, and the blood droplets leaking from between her fingers were dripping onto the mane of the opponent's Purple Nether Steed.

Qiao She's face turned deathly pale. Suddenly, he ran his fingers along the sword's edge, and the Starry Sky Sword flew out of his hand, landing diagonally in the yellow earth seven steps away.

I pressed my left hand against my left rib, and streaks of golden-red blood seeped through my fingers, forming eerie totems beneath my black battle robe.

Meng Shuai's heart stirred slightly, and his sword suddenly froze. Dong Li seized the opportunity to rush forward, but deliberately staggered when she turned around, with half of her body leaning against Su Yefei who had rushed over.

Commander Meng feigned surprise.

The sword continued to strike without any mercy. Qiao She groaned and staggered forward two steps. His azure aura flickered, showing signs of dissipation.

Qiao She hurriedly advanced, surrounded by Flying Tiger Riders. Every eight steps, he would use his internal energy to stimulate his internal organs, causing him to vomit blood, making him look like he had suffered internal injuries.

The blade of the Starry Sky Sword in Qiao She's hand trembled violently, and the azure aura beneath the Starry Sky Sword surged, its shadow spreading like ink in the morning mist.

The movement seemed fierce, but the Flying Tiger Cavalry and Xuanwu Imperial Guards around them could clearly see that the Duke of Zhenguo hadn't moved an inch, clearly waiting for the other party to make a move.

Meng Shuai stood with his hands behind his back, his Chun Jun sword leaving a winding trail in the blood and mud. As he watched Qiao She being helped off the Mo Lin horse, his smile deepened.

Meng Shuai suddenly raised his small black shield, its surface marked with scorch marks, which were the traces left by the Vermilion Bird Arrow later.

I spoke loudly, but a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of my mouth.

"Meng Zhang, don't go!"

Su Yefei, who had been silently watching the show from the front, shook his head helplessly at the seven people's somewhat "clumsy" acting skills. Then, he quickly stepped back and "just in time" helped Qiao She's staggering body. The mane of the Purple Nether Steed swept across Qiao She's boots, splashing up a few drops of blood and mud.

"Oh dear, Meng Zhang is injured!"

Qiao She, however, seemed to have foreseen this, and the azure qi beneath his Azure Dragon Armguard solidified, clashing with the sword's edge with a metallic clang. Dong Li's tiger's mouth went slightly numb, and the sword's edge was deflected by half an inch.

Looking back at the damage he had caused, Meng Shuai scratched his face, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Qiao She raised his command flag while swaying on his horse, and the Flying Tiger Cavalry suddenly detonated sulfur bombs, pouring orange-red fire rain over them.

Suddenly, Meng Shuai stood up, and the four snow-white horses in the chariot neighed as they were about to give chase. The Vermilion Bird Burning Heaven Bow had already fired half a rocket, but it suddenly went astray when Dong Li "dangerously" dismounted.

When Qiao She saw that scene, his lips twitched. He then silently suppressed his own internal energy and removed all the protective energy beneath his surface, which allowed Meng Shuai to leave some fatal wounds on my body.

Meng Shuai's Chun Jun sword was already at my neck, the blade reflecting the hot sweat on Qiao She's forehead. Just as I was about to take another step back, I suddenly saw Qiao She blink his right eye very slowly at me.

At the same time, as the two figures of the seven intertwined, the Xuanwu Imperial Guards and Flying Tiger Cavalry around us had tacitly formed a circular human wall, completely concealing the confrontation between the main generals and completely blocking the gazes from the inner realm towards that side.

Qiao She's lips twitched. The azure qi under the Azure Dragon Armguard flickered. He deliberately created an opening, and the tip of Chun Jun Sword barely grazed the armguard and passed his shoulder, leaving a trail of sparks.

"clang!"

With a clang, Meng Shuai's wrist went numb from the impact, and the sword tip slashed open half of Qiao She's sleeve.

Qiao She suddenly shouted, his voice extremely loud. I ripped the curtain off the command platform with my backhand, and the black silk cascaded down like a waterfall, perfectly concealing Commander Meng's momentarily relaxed brow. The Flying Tiger Cavalry around us understood immediately, and their dark armor surged in like a tide, completely surrounding the command platform.

At that moment, a thunderous roar of shouts erupted from the surrounding Xuan Dong Li Mei, and Meng Shuai, still "not quite satisfied," sheathed his bow and smiled again as he watched Dong Li's departing figure.

The two swords faced each other from a distance, stirring up the morning mist ten feet away. Exclamations erupted from the Imperial Guards—Meng Zhang's Starry Sky Sword was shrouded in the phantom of a blue dragon, while Su Ye's Pure Jun Sword condensed bursts of sword light.

Su Ye suddenly chuckled, and the Chun Jun Sword transformed into three streaks of blue light.

"Forehead..."

The moment Meng Shuai's Chun Jun sword's blue light touched this patch of azure energy, it vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.