xymnovel Chapter 372 Zhang Family Name Wing
Chapter 372 Zhang Family Name Wing
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Seeing that the situation was not good, another Yellow Turban general turned around and tried to escape.
However, how could Sun Liuer let him escape so easily?
Sun Liuer flashed and caught up with the general. His iron-clad weapon coiled around the general's weapon like a snake, and with a twist, he snatched the weapon away.
Immediately afterwards, a surge of light blue qi erupted, kicking the general off his horse. The Iron Pole Soldier followed suit, striking the general dead with a single blow.
The faces of these Yellow Turban generals turned green. They watched in horror as these two top war gods wreaked havoc, their hearts filled with despair.
However, Sun Wukong and Sun Liuer did not stop. The two of them galloped across the battlefield like two whirlwinds, and with each move, someone would fall from their horse.
"what!"
A Yellow Turban general let out a piercing scream as Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang pierced his chest, sending him flying like a kite with a broken string.
Immediately afterwards, several more generals fell one after another, their corpses lying in various tragic poses on the battlefield, as if telling the story of the ferocity of the battle.
"Retreat! Retreat now!"
The remaining Yellow Turban generals lost all will to fight and turned their horses around to flee.
However, Sun Wukong and Sun Liuer had no intention of letting them go. They chased after them like cheetahs, taking a life with each swing of their staffs.
The battle was drawing to a close almost as soon as it began.
These generals of the Yellow Turban army suffered heavy losses in a short period of time.
Sun Wukong and Sun Liuer, however, grew stronger with each battle, their figures moving across the battlefield like two bolts of lightning.
Looking at Sun Wukong and his brothers, who were displaying great power in the center of the battlefield.
A smile crept onto Meng Zhang's lips as he slowly scanned each general, as if trying to see into their hearts.
"General Zhang, the battle at the front is going badly. What do you think? Would you be willing to go forward and lend your strength, thus enhancing our army's prestige?"
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened and fell on a general dressed in black armor.
General Zhang, whose name was called out, felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that his position in the current elite Yellow Turban army was always awkward, and being called out by Meng Zhang at this moment was obviously a test by the other party.
"This humble general is willing to go!"
He took a deep breath and clasped his hands in greeting.
"Good! General Zhang is indeed brave. Then, please lead your troops to the front lines to assist us."
Meng Zhang nodded slightly, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
"Yes."
General Zhang responded and left, but he remained secretly on guard.
With General Zhang's arrival, the Yellow Turban army camp erupted in thunderous war drums and shouts.
General Zhang's name was Zhang Yi, courtesy name Yunxiang. He wore a black Qilin armor, like a ghost in the night, both majestic and mysterious.
He held a jet-black longsword called the "Netherworld Sword," the blade of which faintly emitted a ghostly blue light, as if it could devour all light.
He rode a black warhorse named "Mofeng," its hooves pounding fire and its eyes flashing like lightning.
The Yellow Turban Army's war drums thundered like lightning, and Zhang Yi led his elite troops into the battlefield like a black torrent.
His gaze was cold and sharp as he quickly locked onto the Sun Wukong brothers in the center of the battlefield, especially Sun Liuer, whose combat power had not yet reached its peak.
"Ink Wind, Charge!"
Zhang Yi gave a low shout and urged his warhorse to accelerate.
With a long neigh, Mo Feng's hooves sprang into action, carrying Zhang Yi straight towards Sun Liu Er.
At the same time, the Netherworld Sword in Zhang Yi's hand began to gather a chilling aura, and the air seemed to freeze wherever the sword tip pointed.
Sun Liuer was fighting with other enemy generals when he suddenly felt a chilling aura approaching.
He glanced to the side and saw Zhang Yi riding his horse, sword raised, charging straight at him.
"Hmph, well done!"
Sun Liuer sneered, his figure flashed, and he skillfully got rid of his current opponent, turning to face Zhang Yi.
Two warhorses galloped across the battlefield, and Zhang Yi's Netherworld Sword, carrying a fierce aura, slashed straight at Sun Liu'er.
Sun Liuer wielded his iron rod, blocking Zhang Yi's fatal blow at an incredible angle.
"Clang!"
The sound of clashing metal echoed across the battlefield, sparks flying everywhere.
A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes. He hadn't expected Sun Liuer's reaction and strength to be so astonishing.
But he did not back down; on the contrary, his fighting spirit intensified.
He urged the ink wind to charge again, and as the Netherworld Sword danced, its light shone like a bolt of lightning towards Sun Liuer.
Sun Liuer was not to be outdone. The iron rod seemed to come alive in his hands, striking back at Zhang Yi with incredible angles and speed.
The two had completely different fighting styles. Zhang Yi's swordsmanship was subtle yet ruthless, while Sun Liu'er's staff techniques were incredibly powerful.
"Impressive skills!"
Zhang Yi sighed in admiration, and with a flash, he dodged Sun Liuer's heavy blow with an uncanny movement.
"You're not bad either!"
Sun Liuer responded with a provocative smile on his face.
The two clashed again, their energies surging as they moved swiftly across the battlefield.
Zhang Yi's Netherworld Sword was wielded with a chilling aura with every swing, as if it could freeze everything; while Sun Liu'er's iron rod was like a giant dragon, soaring and leaping in the air, each strike carrying the force of thunder.
On the battlefield, sword shadows and staff winds intertwined like a net. Every clash between Zhang Yi and Sun Liuer caused the surrounding air to vibrate. The soldiers watched nervously, holding their breath to await the outcome of this duel between masters.
However, on this battlefield filled with a chilling atmosphere, a different kind of emotion flowed among the Cangzhou army.
Zhuque stood at the front of the Cangzhou army formation, his eyes reflecting the firelight of the battlefield.
At this moment, Zhuque's fingers gently touched the legendary Zhuque Burning Heaven Bow beside her. The red light of the bow blended with the warmth of her fingertips, as if telling an untold story.
Su Ye's gaze never left the battlefield, but he could sense every subtle movement and every emotional fluctuation of Zhuque.
He turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of her fingers gripping the Heaven-Burning Bow, trembling slightly, revealing her inner tension and anticipation.
"Ling Guang, on the battlefield, victory and defeat are common occurrences for soldiers; there's no need to be overly tense."
Su Ye called out softly, a hint of helplessness in her voice.
The other side has only produced a minor character, how could we possibly launch the Suzaku bomb?
This first move by the Vermilion Bird on the Luzhou battlefield should at least take down a War God with a stat of 107 or higher.
The one that's coming out now isn't worthy.
Upon hearing this, Zhuque was slightly taken aback, but then understood Su Ye's intention.
She took a deep breath, slowly loosened her grip on the Burning Heaven Bow, and tilted her head slightly.
I believe you.
Zhuque's voice was deep and firm, and her eyes shone with endless trust and affection for Su Ye.
Su Ye felt the warmth of the soft little hand in his, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
He turned to look at Zhuque, a hint of doting and gratitude flashing in his eyes.
"Don't be impatient, Lingguang."
Su Ye's voice was deep and powerful, as if it possessed a magical power that instantly calmed Zhuque down. "The time is not yet ripe. Let's wait for the right opportunity."