One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 26

Song Yun had no choice but to explain vaguely:
"If you kill and kill, you will become stronger... It's a pity that it's still a bit late."

General Guo smiled after hearing this, "It's okay, it's okay, you've done a good job."

"With my own strength, I killed Jing Jun with heavy casualties. This is a real enemy of ten thousand people, no worse than a martial arts master."

"If it weren't for you to hold back so many Jing soldiers, we old bastards would have been unable to withstand it long ago. How could we survive until now?"

An old pawn asked, "Is Old Li still there? Are there any other brothers in the north?"

Song Yun glanced at the battlefield littered with corpses, and said sadly: "Old Li is dead, and now there are only a dozen of us left in the entire Beiting Army."

He also explained: "Before Lao Litou died, he asked me to join the Beiting Army and become the sixth soldier of the Budao Battalion."

General Guo and the veterans were taken aback when they heard this, and then burst out laughing again.

"Okay, good to join!"

"The Beiting army has added another master!"

"That bastard, Old Li, actually took you as his soldier? Your strength is more than enough to be his superior."

"When we are all on the road, we will laugh at him again."

"That guy didn't do much in his life. He didn't expect to save you last year, but he did something serious before he died."

……

The two King generals on the opposite side heard the wanton laughter and couldn't help saying angrily:

"Death is imminent, why laugh? After a while, our reinforcements will arrive, and you won't even have time to cry!"

They didn't dare to confront Song Yun rashly, so they had to block the intersection first, and spoke harsh words from a distance.

Song Yun frowned slightly after hearing this, and stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword.

"There are indeed masters in the north, even grandmasters! You must kill these two generals first, otherwise it will be difficult to fight later."

General Guo glanced at his bandaged right hand and asked, "What's wrong with your hand? Is the injury serious?"

Song Yun shook his head, "It's almost ready, but Jing Jun in the north has a martial arts master, and the flying needle he shot was able to bend in mid-air and hit my palm."

General Guo thought for a moment, "That should not be a master of martial arts, but a master of spells!"

"Practice Taoism, and reach the state of repelling objects, and can use the power of the soul to drive weapons to fight against the enemy from a distance."

Song Yun was puzzled: "Why haven't I heard of it before?"

General Guo retreated to the back of the house, while watching Jing Jun's movements, he explained:

"Cultivating the spirit and Taoism requires harsh conditions and slow results in the early stage, so only a very small number of people with good conditions can practice."

"We march and fight, and we hardly see magic masters."

"Because the soldiers on the battlefield have killed many enemies with their own hands, and their body is full of murderous and bloody aura, which is the nemesis of the power of the soul!"

"Those who attack you with Taoism are probably young, inexperienced, and don't believe in evil, so they have to give it a try."

"I'll teach you a set of 'strike from the air', and when you meet a master of spells, with your blood-killing aura, you can easily defeat the enemy."

Seeing that the Jing army showed no signs of attacking for the time being, General Guo hurriedly taught a set of formulas.

After hearing this, Song Yun realized that when he dealt with the young master before, he had accidentally hit him and used a method similar to "strike from the air".

It's no wonder that the young master's spirit was chopped off by his own sword, and the Taoism was also broken.

General Guo quickly passed the formula, he was a little out of breath, coughed a few times, his face became paler and paler.

With Song Yun's current eyesight, he could tell at a glance that General Guo was on the verge of exhaustion and might die at any time!

He quickly took out a recovery pill, and let General Guo take it with clear water.

After the elixir entered his stomach, General Guo's complexion immediately improved, but he shook his head.

"This—it's indeed a precious pill, but it's a pity that it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause, so it was wasted on me."

Song Yun was distributing pills to more than a dozen old soldiers. When the old soldiers heard this, they immediately said that they didn't need it.

They all know their own situation. At the age of 80 or [-], they have fought hard so far, and they are full of scars. They are all holding their breath.

Taking the elixir will not help, it is better to leave the elixir to Song Yun.

Song Yun had no choice but to repeatedly emphasize that he still had a lot of such pills, and took out a bag of miasma-clearing pills and shook them, before persuading the old soldiers to take the pills.

"Rejuvenation Huayu Pill can at least suppress your injuries and ensure your condition. When I destroy this Jing army and become a martial arts master, there will be better pills."

As Song Yun said, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Now he is in the late stage of the fifth order, and he needs 1 cultivation points to be promoted to the peak of the fifth order, and 10 points to be promoted to the sixth order.

It is not enough to kill all the enemy troops here.

I just don't know how many soldiers are outside the city, and the [real-time map] only shows the situation inside the city.

After General Guo slowed down, he kept observing Song Yun, saw the sadness in his eyes, and said with a loud smile:

"Life is a matter of life and death. We old guys have guarded the city for 50 years and have lived up to our mission. It doesn't matter whether we live or die."

"Bei Ting Army won you as a talent, not only will it not be destroyed, but it will be revived, and we have no regrets at all."

The old soldiers also said, "Just do your own thing well, keep Anxi, and leave us alone."

General Guo: "However——Xiao Song, if you want to be promoted to a martial arts master, you still have a little bit of background."

"Your swordsmanship is superb, but the essence of martial arts is still the development and use of the body."

"Martial arts masters need a strong physique to coagulate blood and refine Qi, and release it into a gang."

"I have here the first three forms of the Tang Dynasty's unique "Nine Transformations of Supernatural Powers", which can be used as the foundation of a master."

After that, he passed on another tactic.

Seeing Song Yun seeming to understand but not understanding, General Guo straightened his armor and said solemnly:

"These three styles focus on Shen Yun, you will know after watching me demonstrate it once."

After finishing speaking, he jumped out from behind the house and rushed towards a general with empty hands.

Song Yun was shocked, and quickly followed with his sword.

On the way of sprinting, General Guo's footsteps became lighter and lighter, and his face became more and more ruddy. The wrinkles on his face seemed to have faded a lot, and strands of black appeared in the mottled white hair.

He waved away a few arrows that were coming towards him, and said to Song Yun:

"Old man, I have already reached the brink of breakthrough ten years ago, but it is a pity that I am old and weak, and the realm of martial arts has come to an end."

"You can't learn from me, and become a master as soon as possible, and the future martial saint is expected."

After speaking, he took a step forward and rushed to the front of General Jing with the axe, his feet stomped heavily on the ground, causing circles of spider web-like cracks to appear on the ground.

"The first form of "Nine Transformations of Divine Ability", thick soil and green cow transformation!"

The muscles, membranes, tendons and bones of General Guo's whole body vibrated and trembled at the same time, and his figure swelled suddenly.

Shrink your shoulders and raise your elbows, push your hands forward, like the top horns of a green bull.

Leverage the thick soil of the earth to evolve its own great power.

Clamping the face of the battle-axe with both hands, and lifting it up suddenly, Jing Jiang let go of the battle-axe and flew out!

(End of this chapter)