"Haha, only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you be invincible! Ouzan harbors evil intentions towards the Tang dynasty. Before launching an attack, he even sent the First Prince to the imperial capital to investigate the situation. It's not strange that we know Ouzan, is it? "
Wang Chong faintly smiled as he raised the sword in his right hand and pressed it against Bachicheng's chest.
In the war of the southwest, Bachicheng had undoubtedly been a crucial figure. Even amongst Ü-Tsang's generals, he was one of the best. Wang Chong had not expected that he would appear in front of this Ouzan Great General that he could only look up to in the past. In all fairness, Bachicheng's abilities were absolutely outstanding.
On this undeveloped and undeveloped plateau where the art of war and strategy were not particularly outstanding, it was already rather astonishing that a barbarian like Bachicheng could use the art of war of the Central Plains to this level.
Alas, against a saint of soldiers like Wang Chong, he was only displaying his slight skill before an expert.
"Hahaha, good, what a fine 'only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you be invincible!'"
Bachicheng's eyes flashed with a strange light at Wang Chong's words.
"I truly underestimated you in this war. I didn't think that a brat like you who still smells of your mother's milk would have such a level of skill in the art of war! But don't get too happy. The news of our defeat here will quickly spread to the Erhai plains. The Great General will quickly lead his army north. All that awaits you is death! "
A sinister smile appeared in Bachicheng's eyes, his expression cold and cruel.
He had never feared death. The people of Ouzan would never be sacrificed for nothing. Even if they killed him, they would still have to accompany him in death.
"Haha, are you talking about this?"
Wang Chong chuckled and raised his gaze to the sky.
"Whistle!"
The nearby Eagle stuck two fingers into its mouth and let out a shrill cry. Clap! At almost the same time, a black shadow flashed and something dropped straight down from the sky, landing in front of Bachicheng. That scarlet-green feather, sharp claws and teeth, it was clearly a ferocious Heliotrope.
It was just that his neck, which used to hang in the air, was now broken. Even his sharp eyes had turned dull and colorless.
Bachicheng instantly paled at the sight of this sea green beast.
Hai Dongqing was a tyrant in the sky. It could capture eagles, sparrows, and pigeons. It had very few enemies in the sky. Even many eagles were no match for it. Bachicheng had not expected his opponent to be so powerful that even Ouzan's pride, Hai Dongqing, had been killed.
"Hmph, don't be too pleased with yourself. It was just a Green Sea Estuary. An army of tens of thousands of people, such a huge matter, do you think we only have one Hai Dongqing? It's useless even if you manage to intercept this Green Heliotrope. "
Bachicheng quickly raised his head, a look of disdain on his face.
Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!
As Bachicheng spoke, the sounds of falling rain came from all around him. Green Heliotrope after green Heliotrope fell to the ground, smashed into meat paste. At the sight of these Heliotrope, Bachicheng's face instantly turned ashen, the cruelty and cruelty on his face vanishing without a trace.
"Hahaha!"
The sight of Bachicheng's ashen face caused the crowd to roar with laughter.
"Bachicheng, you're thinking too simply. In terms of aerial killing, how could any of you compare to me? "
The Eagle roared with laughter. His right hand reached into the gray chain at his waist and took out a handful of rabbit jerky and tossed it into the air. Screech! With a series of sharp cries, one shadow after another shot down from the sky. Catching the rabbit jerky thrown by the Eagle, they quickly took to the air and vanished. If one looked carefully, they would discover that these birds were rather small, but their beaks and claws were covered with sharp blades.
And when they flew, they cooperated with each other like a small army.
This was the Eagle's hunting team!
In the Central Plains, there was probably no one who could compare to the Eagle in the art of eagle taming. Scouting, sending messages, hunting, disguising … all sorts of subdivisions had been developed by the Eagle to a fairly perfect degree. These smaller falcons were a mixture of the genes of all sorts of vicious birds, and they had all been carefully selected. The Eagle had spent ten-some years and five or six generations of selection before it could be considered a success.
Although they had no means of scouting, were not proficient in bird language or signals, and could not pass on military intelligence from the front lines. But they were superior in their ferocity, bravery in battle, and tacit cooperation. In the air, there was basically no one who could match them.
And in order to increase their killing power, the Eagle had even fitted them with metal claws, metal beaks, and special metal spikes on their wings. One could easily imagine their power.
This journey to the southwest was fraught with danger, and no one knew if they would ever return.
Thus, the Eagle had brought along almost all the birds it had raised.
"Haha, how about it? Now you're not going to say anything?"
Wang Chong grinned.
"Hmph, so what if you killed all those turtledoves? All you did was drag out your feeble existence for a few more days. "
Bachicheng closed his eyes, looking like he could be killed or tortured as he pleased.
"Do it. I'll be waiting for you underground!"
After saying this, he closed his eyes and remained motionless.
"Haha, even if you want to die, it won't be that easy. Tell me, where did your people come from? I'll give you a quick and painless death. "
Wang Chong said.
"Why are you asking this? I won't tell you! "
Bachicheng suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of wariness in them.
"Haha, is it Chilechuan?"
Wang Chong suddenly said, shooting a glance at Bachicheng.
Bzzz! Bachicheng said nothing, but his face darkened. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Wang Chong's sword had already pierced through Bachicheng's heart.
"I already know. There's no need for you to say it now. "
As the Little Yinyang Sword stabbed in, rumble! The last of Bachicheng's majestic and pure blood energy surged through the Little Yinyang Sword and into Wang Chong's body. Wang Chong had already broken through to Tier 6 of the True Martial realm, and now that he received this fierce energy of the Profound Martial realm, it was like he had been given a shot of adrenaline. The Stellar Energy in his body boomed and exploded.
"Ah!"
With a shrill and painful scream, the crown Wang Chong was wearing burst open. Thousands of strands of black hair flew into the air like steel as a bloody mist exploded out of his body. Under everyone's shocked gazes, Wang Chong's energy broke through from Tier 6 of the True Martial realm to Tier 7, Tier 8, and finally stopped at Tier 9, almost the same level as The Eagle.
"How is this possible?!"
Seeing Wang Chong's transformation, The Eagle's eyes went wide. He had accompanied Wang Chong this entire time, so he was well aware of the changes in Wang Chong's strength.
At the start, Wang Chong had just been an insignificant Tier 1 or 2 True Martial realm martial artist, but now, with just one stab of Bachicheng's sword, he had broken through several layers and was now on equal footing with him. It had to be known that The Eagle was already in his thirties, almost forty.
And Wang Chong was only in his teens.
The two of them could not be mentioned in the same breath.
"Just what sort of evil art are you cultivating?"
Bachicheng fell to the ground, his eyes wide and filled with shock. A furious, dying voice came from the ground as Bachicheng lay on the ground, his eyes wide with shock. Life and death were decreed by fate. Since he had failed, he had no hope of surviving. He wanted to meet the commander who had defeated him. In the end, the only thing that awaited him was death.
But Wang Chong's sword had completely shattered his fantasies.
Bachicheng could sense the energy in his body rapidly flowing into the body of this youth of the Tang Dynasty. He was rapidly raising an opponent, an extremely terrifying opponent.
If Wang Chong had only been intelligent before, then right now, his body was rapidly exuding the aura of a seasoned, top-class expert. This was not something a teenager could have, and he didn't need to undergo any sort of transition or tempering at all. Bachicheng had never encountered such a strange phenomenon in all his years of experience.
"Hahaha, about this, do you want to go underground and ask?"
Wang Chong laughed and pulled back his right hand, pulling the Little Yinyang Sword out of Bachicheng's body. Blood spurted out, and Bachicheng collapsed to the ground without so much as a groan. And Wang Chong was in no mood to look at him. Bachicheng's strength was far more tyrannical than he had imagined. Right now, this enormous energy was rampaging in his body, making Wang Chong feel like he had to vent it out.
In a flash, Wang Chong seemed to have found that feeling of looking down on the world and galloping unhindered through it all.
From the beginning to the end, he had never been a simple strategist!
"Leaping Dragon Spear!"
The mountain suddenly whistled as Wang Chong raised his hand over his back and pulled out a golden spear with seven red tassels. Roooar! A heaven-shaking roar rang out. Before everyone's shocked gazes, a lifelike and mighty Five-Clawed Azure Dragon coiled in the air and charged up from the ground.
One coil, two coils, three coils … Finally, with a boom, it transformed into a dazzling bolt of golden lightning that crashed into the mountain.
Rumble!
The heavens swayed and the earth quaked. Dust churned, and the entire mountain trembled under Wang Chong's spear. Countless stones and stones were sent flying in every direction, and the entire mountain seemed like it was on the verge of splitting apart.
"This …"
"What sort of spear art is this?"
"When did Young Master learn such a tyrannical spear art!"
… …
As they gazed at the thick cloud of dust rising several dozen zhang into the air, not only The Eagle, Zhao Jingdian, and the others, but even the future Invincible Great General Li Siye found it hard to conceal their shock. A moment ago, Wang Chong had only been at Tier 5 of the True Martial realm, but by the end of the battle, he had instantly reached this level.
The power of that spear had definitely reached the Profound Martial realm!
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