In the battle formation, Liu Yizhao was invincible with his spear. When he pointed the tip of his spear at the commander of the Blackfeather Army, the soldiers of the Blackfeather Army between the two of them all stepped aside, not daring to stop him. The red tassel on the spear was swaying like blood.
Zhang Weiyu suddenly thought of something. When Lv Shu was a Rank-6, he had seen how stunning Lv Shu's killing look was. If Lv Shu had reached Rank-1, what would he look like?
He felt that that day would not be too far away. Looking at Lü Shu's progress, he would be able to see that day very soon.
For some reason, Zhang Weiyu suddenly looked forward to that day.
The commander of the Blackfeather Army wanted to leave because he knew that the situation was hopeless. No one would have guessed that there was such an elite army hidden in this ravine. What he should do now was not to fight to the death, but to bring this information back to the Blackfeather Army. When the army arrived, so what if this Wu Weijun was an elite?
However, Liu Yizhao and Xiaoyu would not let him leave just like that. The bishop shot up into the sky and chased after the commander of the Blackfeather Army. The Blackfeather Army suddenly felt the comfortable silver light disappear and their movements returned to normal.
However, what could they do now? Wu Weijun had already completed the encirclement. Moreover, the frontline of Wu Weijun, who was originally unarmed, now had weapons in their hands …
The standard weapon of the Blackfeather Army's scouts was a podao, while the regular army used a spear and a podao. Therefore, for each enemy that Wu Weijun killed, he would split the spoils and two people would have weapons …
In this battle of unequal strength, the Blackfeather Army's formation was in chaos. Even if the remaining people were not afraid of death, it was difficult to shake Wu Weijun's victory.
The bishop drew power from the sky, and all the silver light bound the commander's body. Then, Liu Yizhao's spear pierced through the commander's body.
It was a two-on-one battle between Rank-1 martial artists, and it was also an ambush. The commander of the Blackfeather Army was extremely unwilling to die, but there was nothing he could do.
Liu Yizhao and the bishop looked at each other, then shot back into the Blackfeather Army's battle formation like an arrow. What he did not see, however, was that Anthony, who was under the soil, was no longer smiling foolishly.
Lü Xiaoyu quietly controlled Anthony to spit out a Soul Orb and absorb the soul of the Blackfeather Army's commander, as well as the souls of the dead Blackfeather Army soldiers. Then, Anthony swallowed the Soul Orb back into his stomach and started to laugh foolishly again.
In the next moment, the black fog on Anthony's body began to tremble and blur.
Liu Yizhao looked at the ground in bewilderment. He didn't know if it was an illusion, because he felt that someone had just broken through to the first level from the second level!
What was going on? Was Wu Weijun going to have a third Rank-1 martial artist? He knew that Lü Xiaoyu was underground, and because he had never seen Anthony, he thought that Lü Xiaoyu had broken through.
In the entire world of Lü Zhou, there were very few armies that had three Rank-1 martial artists at the same time! It was indeed the King's army. He wondered if Wu Weijun could recreate the glory of Mituryū Kanao? Liu Yizhao was a little excited …
Wait, that wasn't right. Liu Yizhao suddenly realized that if it was Lü Xiaoyu who had broken through, why wasn't there a Heavenly Phenomenon? After all, a Rank-1 martial artist breaking through would cause a Heavenly Phenomenon!
Liu Yizhao had his doubts, but he didn't voice them. Instead, he continued to crush the Blackfeather Army's formation like a war chariot until the Blackfeather Army was completely defeated.
At the same time, Lü Xiaoyu was happily sizing up Anthony, while Anthony stood there with a silly smile on his face as usual. If Lü Xiaoyu activated the Sandfall Trove outside the tiger's back, he wouldn't need the help of the other Earth-type souls.
Lü Xiaoyu only believed in one thing — the stronger she was, the more she could help Lü Shu. Now that she had two Rank-1 souls, if she ambushed the Blackfeather Army a few more times, Jia Sanyi might even be able to break through to the first rank.
By then, she would be able to instantiate even more flying swords for Lü Shu!
Recently, Lü Shu had been diligently practicing his swordsmanship. Although his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi were still sealed by the shackles, the sword embryo within them was still growing. Therefore, Lü Xiaoyu had always been worried that when Lü Shu broke through the shackles one day, Jia Sanyi wouldn't be able to instantiate enough swords for Lü Shu.
Now, there was no need to worry. Lü Xiaoyu even planned to sneak Jia Sanyi, Anthony, and the bishop to Weibei Pass. She wanted to collect the souls of the dead under the battlefield!
To others, Weibei Pass was like a giant human head capstan. At this time, the walls were covered in blood and dismembered corpses, and the new recruits would vomit at the sight of it.
But to Lü Xiaoyu, that place was like a treasure trove.
She had already discovered that the evil souls whose hands were stained with blood would become ferocious and terrifying after death. Although Lü Shu didn't allow her to collect the souls of good people, she could still collect these ferocious souls, right?
However, there were some limitations. Lü Xiaoyu couldn't use the souls of the dead to help Anthony and the others reach the level of Guru.
Just like the reason why Anthony couldn't break through to the first rank, an unconscious soul couldn't produce its own "Dao", so it had to seize the souls of others.
The battlefield was unusually fierce. Wu Weijun's roars rose and fell, "Go easy on me, that armor is just right for me, don't break it!"
"Do you see the taller Blackfeather Army? Help me save his armor!"
The soldiers of the Blackfeather Army were in despair, mainly because Wu Weijun's attitude was too shocking, as if they were already doomed to die …
But the problem was, didn't they not even have armor? How can an army like yours be so strong? What's going on?
From time to time, a folk song drifted down from the cliff, "Listen to me, bitch, please don't wrongly accuse me …"
In such a strange environment, the Blackfeather Army couldn't accept their defeat … After serving in the army for more than ten years, this was the first time they had seen such a strange army …
When the sun set, Li Heitan took the lead and walked in front of the troops, still carrying the newly captured spear of the Blackfeather Army on his shoulder. Everyone sang loudly, "There has never been a savior, and there is no need for a god or emperor …"
At this time, they were especially emotional when they sang this song, because they really didn't need to rely on others anymore. Whether it was Wu Weijun or the Qing Fortress Army, they had completely merged after this battle, and it was also from now on that the Qing Fortress Army could be considered to have bid farewell to the stage of history.
When Lü Shu first taught them to sing this song, they only felt that the lyrics were very exciting. Now, they finally experienced the benefits of being strong, as if their fate was in their own hands.
If someone asked Wu Weijun if the Blackfeather Army was strong, perhaps Li Heitan would take the lead and say that the Blackfeather Army was nothing.
Under the setting sun, someone joked, "You were out of tune just now!"
"Bullsh * t, my singing is the best in Wu Weijun, how can I be out of tune?"
Li Heitan laughed and said, "I wonder if the Blackfeather Army will come. This time, they actually don't have armor that I can wear, they're too thin!"
"They should come. They should send us some weapons and armor, if only they could bring some alcohol …"
Zhang Weiyu looked at the back of this group of people and suddenly realized that Wu Weijun's morale had been raised!
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