Sun God Champion

Chapter 128 Unleashed the Wushuang Sword Box, Beheading Grandmaster Yunmeng

Commander Yun Meng noticed Yang An's figure and the bow behind him, and instantly recognized Yang An as the archery master.

He didn't guard the catapult either, holding a knife, and his blood surged.

The soldiers on both sides were fighting, and every one of them was filled with energy and blood.

Yang An's own energy and blood soared to the sky, controlling the killing array in the army, and his momentum improved steadily.

On the other side, Commander Yunmeng, who was holding a knife, exploded with aura and charged towards a cavalryman.

The people of Yunmeng are cavalry on horseback, and the method of improving their combat power is different from that of Dagan. Having a horse can increase part of their combat power.

This man was not as insolent as he appeared on the surface.

Capture the horse and fight Yang An again.

Seeing this, Yang An pulled the Wushuang sword box on his back.

Tap the fencing box, and swords appear one after another.

Dazzling sword light appeared on the battlefield.

"Yun Shuo."

"Cyan Frost."

"Flute."

"Red leaves."

"Butterfly."

"Absolute Shadow."

"Break the robbery."

"Kill."

"Yu Ruyi."

"Wrap your fingers softly."

"Cang."

"vast."

Following Yang An's voice, the long swords were thrown into the air.

"kill."

Yang An kept his hands straight, and all of them went to kill Commander Yunmeng.

On the way, they also reaped the lives of Yunmeng soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people died under Yang An's sword.

Yang An ignored Shi Maocai's, Gan Zhichuan's and others' astonishing gazes, and rushed directly to Commander Yunmeng.

Only by killing this person can Xincheng's predicament be resolved.

The Yunmeng soldiers were killed because these people blocked the way.

Stepping on the steps of stepping on the clouds and riding the wind, Yang An's figure seemed to fly.

When Commander Yun Meng saw the twelve flying swords approaching, he was startled, and moved with the long knife in his hand.

In the flash of the knife, the silver ball dances.

This is the rainstorm knife technique.

A sword technique in the "Thunder Prison Sword Classic" written by Gong Yangyu, the sage of Yunmeng Dao.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The twelve flying swords controlled by Yang An did not break through the opponent's sword skills.

With a movement of his hand, the twelve flying swords flew back to Yang An one by one.

Grandmaster Yunmeng saw that Yang An was staring at him, so he didn't continue to look for the horse. His spirit exploded, and with a turn of the rainstorm saber technique, a sharp saber intent emerged.

This is the rudimentary form of fist intent, and there is still a long way to go to become a real fist intent.

In addition to practicing the marrow, the great master's practice is to comprehend the meaning of boxing.

Only by mastering the fist can one break the mirror and become a pinnacle master.

Although this person's saber intent is fierce, it is far behind the peak master.

The long knife crosses the sky, and the knife moves with people.

He slashed at Yang An.

With a move of Yang An's hand, the flying swords beside him slashed towards the sharp sword light one by one.

He also carried the Great Ming Suzaku and charged towards it.

The two are fighting, and the scope of influence is getting wider and wider. On the battlefield, everyone is far away from the two.

One accident, being involved by two people, there is no bones left.

Yang An looked for opportunities with his sword and sword, but Grandmaster Yunmeng cracked them one by one.

Even under so many swords, the opponent can still fight back.

Every knife is sharp.

Yang An handled it carefully.

"Using Qi to control the sword, I didn't expect that there are still people in Dagan who can master this kind of kung fu."

Grandmaster Yunmeng suddenly opened his mouth and spoke Dagan language.

Although it was twisted, Yang An could understand.

Controlling the sword with qi is the most adept method among the countries in the Western Regions.

Believe in the "Vitality God" of the Jingyuan Temple, and make great achievements, it is possible to bestow the method of vitality, among which is the method of controlling the sword with qi.

Of course, only the upper class can obtain the method of controlling qi.

However, the most powerful thing is the method of commanding vitality left by the ancient holy emperor 'Ji'.

With one order, the vitality of heaven and earth obeyed his order, with overwhelming power, suppressing an era.

Unfortunately, it is already a legend.

On the twelve flying swords, he could feel the airflow turning, and he guessed that this was the method of controlling swords with qi.

"I'll see how angry you are."

Grandmaster Yunmeng's voice changed, and while dodging the flying sword, he approached Yang An.

There is a weakness in using Qi to control the sword, and that is the person who controls the sword.

He was knocked down in one breath and wasted directly.

As long as it is targeted according to this weakness, the method of controlling the sword can be broken.

He also checked out Yang An's cultivation level clearly. He was still one step away from the grand master with his late-innate cultivation base.

Great Grandmaster Yun Meng took advantage of the opportunity to speak, approached Yang An, took the opportunity to destroy the vitality, and chopped him off in one fell swoop.

Yang An watched the other approach, not in a hurry.

Holding the Daming Suzaku, he said softly:
"I am good at raising my righteousness."

Yang An's voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears.

A pure white light appeared on Yang An.

Bright, upright, and awe-inspiring aura appeared on the battlefield, and everyone couldn't help but look at Yang An.

It seems that he is the embodiment of justice in the world.

It represents the light of the world, justice in the world, and the vastness of the universe.

Everything is subject to Yang An.

"I have a sword, please try the sword."

Yang An's breath changed too quickly.

Grandmaster Yunmeng stared at Yang An vigilantly after being stunned for a moment.

Originally thought that the opponent was only a late-stage congenital master, and he directly crushed him with his great master practice.

Did not expect to have this hand.

Holding the saber, Grandmaster Yunmeng stood upright, with a calm expression and gathered momentum.

A series of water marks appeared, which actually attracted underground water to gather around his body.

The long knife in his hand was covered with a layer of watery light.

A fierce aura emanated from the blade as well as from the water.

All murderous intentions are condensed in it.

"Rainstorm Knife, kill."

Grandmaster Yunmeng, the late come first.

The endless sword light and water light merged and killed Yang An.

"Damn man, die!"

The killing intent on Grandmaster Yunmeng skyrocketed.

As long as the knife light and water light surround Yang An, he doesn't believe that the other party can still live.

Everything that is bright and upright is false.

To be alive is to be real.

"The sword is not bad, try my sword too."

Yang An's voice came out.

"A thousand miles."

Following Yang An's thousand miles down.

All bright, upright, and awe-inspiring auras gathered on the sword body.

With a wave of the Great Ming Suzaku in his hand.

A pure white sword light cut away.

Sword light, water light, and sword light collide.

"boom!"

A loud roar sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the land of [-] meters was shrouded in white light.

Everyone was dazzled by the white light.

After a while, the white light disappeared, revealing the two people fighting.

Yang An, still standing, looked across indifferently.

Commander Yun Meng, with a knife inserted, was half kneeling on the ground, and one arm had disappeared.

Next to it, there are hundreds of meters of sword marks.

As a result, it is obvious.

"Kill."

Yang An pointed lightly, and Feijian charged towards Grandmaster Yunmeng.

"Wait, I can vote"

Before Grandmaster Yunmeng finished speaking, his head was directly pierced by killing.

Leave a pool of blood.

Although the Grand Master's bones were hard and his skills were tempered to the bone marrow, he was still pierced by killing.

Killing is far superior to sharp weapons, and the murderous intent is very heavy.

Yang An ignored Grandmaster Yunmeng, his figure flickered.

The two trebuchets were still attacking the city wall of Xincheng, and now both of them were smashed with many holes.

He came here first and took care of the trebuchet.

Those who rushed up to stop, the flying swords beside Yang An followed suit.

Following Yang An to the side of the trebuchet, he cleared a path of blood.

With one move of the flying sword, the two trebuchets were directly destroyed.

Seeing Yang An's bravery, the soldiers in the army all had high morale, and they became more confident in fighting.

The people of Yunmeng first saw the leader die before their eyes, and then they watched the trebuchet destroyed.

Morale plummeted.

"All generals and soldiers, follow this general to kill."

Yang An raised his sword and shouted.

The loud voice spread throughout the battlefield.

Although Yang An killed Commander Yunmeng, the Yunmeng people did not give up.

As for the number of people, Yunmeng has the upper hand, and the innate masters are also the Yunmeng people.

After Yang An killed Commander Yunmeng, more than a dozen innates in Yunmeng's army all surrounded Yang An, their eyes flashing with fire.

At this time, Yang An had already penetrated into the Yunmeng army, this was their chance.

Only by killing Yang An and capturing Xincheng can the humiliation be washed away. Most importantly, after killing Yang An, the killer will be able to rise to the top.

Among Yunmeng's army, the strong are respected, and the quickest way to rise to the top is to kill the Shangguan.

If you can kill Shangguan head-on, you will be able to take the position directly.

There is another kind, when the superior officer dies in battle, the next officer will be chosen from among his subordinates.

Among them, the one with the highest voice is the person who avenged Shangguan.

The upper position represents power, resources and women.

Among the clouds, the leader must have the strongest cultivation.

Yang An also noticed a pair of malicious eyes beside him, and snorted coldly.

It was easier than he imagined to kill the first-time grandmaster, and he solved it without trying his best.

Surrounded by more than a dozen inborn beings, the power of Qi and blood on his body merged.

Although the Yunmeng people did not have an army to kill, they also had unique methods of siege and killing.

They surrounded and killed Yang An on the spot.

On the battlefield, the four of Yang Heze anxiously wanted to support them, but they were stopped by a group of Yunmeng soldiers.

The two commanders, Shi Maocai and Gan Zhichuan, drove troops to support them, but they were deliberately targeted and blocked.

The Zhendong army and Xincheng guards fought bravely one by one, trying to fight a bloody way to support, but they were surrounded by more people.

At this moment, the hearts of both parties have already killed red eyes.

Beside Yang An, twelve flying swords were twirling, and the Great Ming Suzaku followed suit, and all thirteen flying swords were lifted into the air.

"Ha!"

More than a dozen Yunmeng innate masters rushed forward together, fearless of death.

"Suzaku, kill."

The Great Ming Suzaku was the first to soar into the air, followed by the twelve flying swords, like a Suzaku all the time, swooping towards the innate masters who came to besiege.

Yang An's figure also changed, turning into Xuanwu, advancing instead of retreating, facing Suzaku with his back, and making a move.

Seeing this, the three Yunmeng masters mentioned sneak attack from the side.

Yang An stepped on the clouds and took the wind to avoid the light of the knife.

Turning around to fight back, Jiuding punched out with great strength.

"boom!"

The three innate masters were directly blown away by Yang An.

When the thirteen flying swords were blasted by the three innate masters and had nowhere to borrow their strength, they directly made up the sword.

Blood mist burst out and scattered around Yang An, some dripping on his face.

This made his young face look a little intimidating.

Not angry.

Seeing this and seeing an opportunity, the rest of the people slashed at Yang An with their long knives.

Yang An jumped up into the air to dodge, and thirteen flying swords flew towards them, stepping on the swords and galloping, like a flying sword.

More than a dozen Yunmeng congenital masters were stunned, and this siege was a little different.

There are still people who can escape the encirclement with a sword.

Yang An was in the air and did not escape. The Great Ming Suzaku appeared in his hands, and a great righteousness appeared in his hands again.

More than a dozen innate masters are now together because of the siege.

It's a good time.

Yang An's momentum exploded again, and the awe-inspiring intention appeared again, and turned into the embodiment of light again.

"A thousand miles."

The Great Ming Suzaku has turned into white light, chopping towards Yunmeng Xiantian.

A white light flashed, and there were corpses all over the place.

The Yunmeng people, who were still fighting hard, saw that more than a dozen innate masters were dead, their morale was lost, and they started to run away.

"Soldiers, kill all the Yunmeng people."

Yang An fell to the ground, holding the Great Ming Suzaku, followed by twelve flying swords.

These Yunmeng people have committed all sorts of crimes in the three occupied states, so naturally he will not let them go.

The Zhendong Army's morale rose when they heard Yang An's voice.

When the guards of Xincheng heard Yang An's words, they all felt like they were being pissed off.

The Yunmeng people have begun to flee, and now the polarities of the two sides have reversed, and the offensive and defensive positions have changed.

They are the ones attacking.

Killing these Yunmeng people can not only make a name for themselves, but also make meritorious deeds.

An hour after the war ended, half of the Zhendong Army died, and more than half of the Xincheng Guards died.

But the Yunmeng people were dead, and none of them ran away.

This is also Yang An who has been flying swords to surround and kill, and ran far away, so he stepped on the cloud and took the wind to chase and kill, without letting anyone fall.

Most of the people they died were the initial fights, and some were the last desperate resistance of the Yunmeng people.

The war is over, leaving behind numerous bones and countless bloodstains.

The front of Xincheng City was dyed red.

All the thirteen swords were taken back into the sword box by Yang An.

"Master, are you alright?"

Yang Heze ran over and asked anxiously.

Because at this moment, Yang An's body was covered in blood, his armor and clothes were also red, and his whole body was stained red.

"I'm fine, it's all the enemy's."

Yang An glanced at the blood on his body, smiled and shook his head.

"It's you, bandage the wound first."

As Yang An said, he tore off his sleeve and bandaged the bleeding wound on Yang Heze's arm.

He noticed that it was Yang Heze who was injured by someone next to him when he wanted to support him.

During the fight, his spiritual consciousness kept observing the surroundings.

When more than a dozen innate masters tended to besieged and killed, he made preparations, and finally killed these people with a sword, removing the last hidden danger for this war.

"General, the last general is really convinced."

Gan Zhichuan looked admiring.

He had estimated Yang An's combat power, and he thought he was a top fighter under the great master, but he didn't expect it to be so unexpected.

Alone among thousands of troops, he killed Grandmaster Yunmeng.

In the siege method of more than a dozen Yunmeng innate masters, he counter-killed more than a dozen innate masters.

After killing these people, he continued to chase and kill the Yunmeng people, leading them to kill the Yunmeng army in one fell swoop.

In a great disparity battle between thousands of people and tens of thousands of people, they just won.

Up to now, Gan Zhichuan still can't believe it.

Shi Maocai bandaged the wound on his body and walked over with a smile.

"General, we won, we won."

Shi Maocai shouted with a smile, shouted, but his voice was a bit crying.

At this station, he had already embraced the will to die, and he did not dare to send home letters several times.

There are mothers-in-law and young children at home, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

Now, they're victorious, and he's alive.

While laughing, he couldn't help but cry.

"Lao Shi, we won, be happy."

Gan Zhichuan walked over to help bandage the wound, and said happily.

A little friction between the two, at this time, has long since disappeared, leaving only friendship.

The other soldiers cheered excitedly.

In this war, many people are determined to die.

Looking at this scene, Yang An's heart skipped a beat.

He found his heart as a general.

He wants to take these living people down, bury the dead, and protect their families.

"Yang Heze, good news!"

Yang An looked at Yang Heze at the side, and said loudly.

"Yes!"

Yang Heze stood upright.

(End of this chapter)