When Zhou Qingfeng shouted the first sentence, Dashan felt that he could cut him down with his sword. When he shouted the second sentence, he felt that he had to use his spear. By the time he heard the third sentence, Master Zhou had already retreated into his own house. Dashan would have to tear down the wall to force him out.
"Do it," Dashan shouted. His explosive voice showed that he was also about to explode with anger. However, he came prepared. Although threatening and encouraging didn't work, and instead allowed the opponent to use a special artifact to turn the situation around, this old slave master of Ehrkulun wasn't someone to be trifled with. Once he saw that tricks didn't work, he immediately changed to a strong attack.
The two sons behind Dashan were already impatient. Their faces were ferocious and full of strength. After hearing the order, they each took out a large machete. The handle of the machete was more than a meter long, and the blade was half a meter long. It was heavy and heavy, specially used to break formations. Holding the machete with both hands, the blood-red light of the blade accompanied their charge. With a roar, they chopped a few stunned slave soldiers in half.
Before the corpse fell to the ground, Dashan's two sons didn't slow down at all. Braving the splattering blood, they continued to charge forward. Once again, they fiercely slashed with their sabers. Their target was the courtyard that Zhou Qingfeng had retreated into. Two neat slanted holes appeared on the wooden wall. They slammed into it, and with a boom, the broken wood flew everywhere, as if they had been hit by a cannonball.
Seeing his sons' initial success, Dashan roared and quickly followed. He knew that speed was life, and he couldn't give Zhou Qingfeng any chance to breathe. Setting up the formation, he led a dozen of his family slaves and charged forward. But when he passed through the broken wall, he saw that there were already ten strong slaves in a spear formation. Zhou Qingfeng was waiting for him behind the spear formation.
Seeing that the spear formation was in place, Dashan shouted angrily, "You little Han nun, you dare to play tricks with me? But if I didn't calculate that you were prepared, how would I dare to come? "
Zhou Qingfeng didn't reply. He only stared at Dashan with a fierce expression, and ordered his men to prepare. The entire spear array of ten slaves stood side by side, bowing forward and ready to stab with all their might.
Dashan's two sons, on the other hand, were fearless. They brandished their machetes and hacked at the spear formation, desperately trying to whittle down the spear heads. On the other hand, the servants who followed Da Shan in split up, preparing to attack Zhou Qingfeng's retreat.
However, Da Shan's greatest trump card was himself. He took out a gray figurine from his sleeve and tossed it. A cloud of black smoke suddenly rose from the ground, and a tiger's roar came from it. A huge tiger rushed out of the smoke.
Jia Gang immediately warned Zhou Qingfeng, "Be careful, this is the spirit of a demon beast. I don't know how much spiritual power it has left. If it's still at its peak, then we won't be able to deal with it. "
Zhou Qingfeng didn't hesitate at all. He gave the order — Spear of Courage, stab!
Right now, he only knew this one move, and he was very skilled at it.
The power of the ten gathered together, and the green spear came flying.
Although the tiger was a spirit, it didn't show any weakness. It opened its mouth and roared, fearlessly pouncing forward.
The spear and the tiger's head collided. Strength, momentum, and spiritual power canceled each other out. Zhou Qingfeng's army formation technique, which he had hoped would be able to defeat the enemy, met its match this time. Da Shan's hidden trump card didn't have any effect. The Spear of Courage shattered from the impact, and the Demonic Beast Spirit of the fierce tiger also dimmed from the impact. It was sent flying more than ten meters away.
With his trump card countered, Zhou Qingfeng immediately felt that it was a bit troublesome.
After unleashing its power, the slave spear array entered a state of exhaustion. Their faces were pale, and they gasped for breath. Dashan's two ruthless sons were right in front of them. The collision just now had caused a bit of mental shock, but they recovered after two or three seconds. They raised their machetes and chopped down again, cutting off a few heads in a single move.
Dashan's slaves, who were attacking from both sides, ignored the slave spear array, and raised their machetes and pounced at Zhou Qingfeng. What was worse was that Dashan was going to take out something powerful again.
"Jia Gang, it's your turn," Zhou Qingfeng shouted.
Things like ghost cultivators weren't very good in a head-on battle. Sneak attacks were the right way to go. As soon as Zhou Qingfeng gave the order, Jia Gang immediately jumped out of his shadow and floated into the air. He grabbed a thin-necked bottle and slowly tipped it over. A gust of pale green smoke fell to the ground.
The smoke quickly spread after it landed, and covered the entire courtyard that Zhou Qingfeng lived in in just a few breaths' time. As soon as this smoke appeared, the Dashan's slaves who were pouncing at Zhou Qingfeng became hesitant. When they fell into the smoke, they immediately realized that something was wrong — this smoke was very strange. It was extremely stagnant inside, and every time they moved, they felt like they were being pulled by someone, which made them even more fearful.
Dashan and his two sons were all cultivators, and relied on their strong muscles and bones to be fine. But the slaves were much weaker, and soon found it hard to move as if they were in a swamp. The smoke even had a foul stench, and it blocked one's vision, making it difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, as well as the direction.
Dashan wanted to hold his breath, but he still breathed in half a mouthful of this pale green smoke. For a moment, his chest felt stifled, and his strength declined. He knew in his heart that he had most likely fallen for Zhou Qingfeng's trap and was led into this courtyard by him. Screams rose and fell in the courtyard. It sounded like the weakest slaves were being slaughtered.
Dashan couldn't speak in the pale green smoke. He immediately retreated when he felt something was wrong. When he came out, he saw that his two sons, who were holding machetes, had already escaped without a sound. However, the sounds of fighting continued even more in the distance. It was the slaves and his remaining sons he had left as backup.
At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng rode the puppet goat and rushed out of the courtyard with the Saber of Light in his hand. When he saw that Dashan's subordinates had increased instead of decreased, he angrily cursed, "How many sons does this bastard have?"
Jia Gang retracted his Carrion Green Smoke and followed behind Zhou Qingfeng. He said casually, "These Jurchen Baylei have a lot of wives and concubines, and it's not strange for them to have dozens of sons and daughters. They rely on their sons to fight and their daughters to marry. "
As he spoke, Dashan steadied his position again. His subordinates had become five rude and unbridled sons, and more than thirty armored slaves who could fight. This force was even stronger than before. He killed off the slave soldiers who were blocking his way, then clenched his teeth and pounced towards Zhou Qingfeng. Before the battle began, he ordered his subordinates to shoot a wave of arrows.
The battle immediately turned into a white-hot battle of attrition.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh! Arrows danced in the air. Zhou Qingfeng rode the puppet goat and repeatedly bounced on the wooden walls of a few buildings in the fortress to dodge the arrows. Jia Gang blew the horn in his place. Soon, a group of soldiers who had been prepared rushed out from the surroundings and crashed into Dashan's group in a chaotic manner.
After Chu Ying occupied Zhou Qingfeng's small fortress, he left over a hundred Jurchen soldiers in the fortress. These were not slaves, but the original backbone of Ehekulun. These people's daily life was to fight. Their physique and skills were far stronger than those trained by Zhou Qingfeng. They could be considered as the elite soldiers of Ehekulun.
However, this group was not trained by Zhou Qingfeng. He did not trust these Jurchen soldiers too much, so he did not pull them out. However, Dashan was afraid that using the slave soldiers to fight head-on would not be enough. He could only let Jia Gang blow the horn to call for help.
Unlike Zhou Qingfeng who liked to fight in groups, Chu Ying's group liked to charge forward like a swarm of bees. They dared to hold wooden shields and charge forward against the enemy's arrows. Their courage was commendable, and their combat skills were not bad. However, their teamwork was basically zero.
The battle quickly turned into a group brawl. Zhou Qingfeng could not command them anymore. He could only ride the puppet goat and shoot from the periphery with his pulley bow. Once he found an enemy with a particularly outstanding performance, he would draw his bow and shoot a heavy arrow, imbued it with light spiritual power, and kill it.
The situation was extremely chaotic. Dashan's group was blocked at the entrance of two buildings in the fortress. They charged left and right, and blood flowed like a river on the ground. These fellows were clearly trapped by an opponent who had the advantage in numbers, but they were all fighting fiercely and would not stop until they were dead. Even Dashan himself wielded a saber and summoned a black bear demon spirit to charge back and forth.
Zhou Qingfeng's Spirit-Augmented Heavy Arrow was effective against ordinary servants, but against Dashan himself and his sons, it could only slightly slow down their momentum of fighting back and forth. The other side even specially gathered a few archers to shoot at him. A few arrows flew past him.
Dashan looked like a slightly plump middle-aged man, but at this moment, he was covered in blood. Because he was outnumbered, he would not be able to escape for a while. However, he still shouted at Zhou Qingfeng, wanting to fight to the death with him.
Zhou Qingfeng's spiritual power was almost depleted after shooting a dozen arrows. On the other hand, Dashan was fighting with his life on the line. Jia Gang also warned him, "I don't have any spiritual power left. The soldiers surrounding us can't hold on much longer. You can either use your talisman or watch Dashan escape. "
The one hundred soldiers that Chu Ying left behind didn't get into formation. They were quite brave when they charged forward. However, facing six powerful arrows from Dashan and his sons, they only managed to kill a dozen or so people after fighting for a while.
Once the casualties increased, their bravery started to fade. Zhou Qingfeng could clearly feel that the female true soldiers were no longer as aggressive as before. Instead, they were retreating step by step. He and Jia Gang were at the first level of the soul realm and the second level of the blood and qi realm. Without the help of powerful talismans and talismans, they really couldn't trap Dashan.
Zhou Qingfeng still had some talismans and other methods. However, he didn't want to continue wasting his energy on Dashan. He reorganized a formation of spears and blew the horn to order the female true soldiers to retreat. Once the encirclement was opened, the defensive line of Dashan's group collapsed. Immediately, some people risked their lives to break out of the encirclement and kill their way out of the fort.
Encircling three corpses and one corpses, leaving a path of survival. This logic was easy to understand.
Dashan was also an arrow at the end of its flight. His sons were only at the first or second level of the muscles and bones. After killing for a while, they would run out of energy. Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng had opened up a gap, his subordinates immediately ran away, forcing him to run away as well.
"Chase." Zhou Qingfeng ordered with a cold expression.
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