wicked immortal

In fact, the biggest gain is self-confidence.

All along, Zhao Yuan walked on thin ice every step. Only now did Zhao Yuan truly realize that he is not weak. Among ordinary people, he is already very strong, so strong that junior cultivators are no match for him at all.

Confidence is undoubtedly the most powerful weapon of human beings.

With strong self-confidence, Zhao Yuan began to reveal his bold side.

However, to Zhao Yuan's regret, "war" seems to have reached the critical point long ago, but there is no sign of breaking through to "strength".Zhao Yuan doesn't like this feeling of stagnation, but he has always been groping in the dark, no one is helping him, he can't find a better solution, so he can only continue to grope.

Zhao Yuan's cultivation progress has been relatively smooth. From "posture" to "quietness", and then from "speed" to "war", the total time is only a few months, less than a year. This kind of cultivation speed is already inverse. the existence of heaven.

However, only after the "war", Zhao Yuan clearly felt that his cultivation seemed to have encountered a bottleneck.

No matter how Zhao Yuan brewed up his fighting spirit, he still couldn't find the heartyness described in the realm of brute force. It seemed that he felt like he was scratching the surface.

It seems that the dangerous place in the Black Forest is only suitable for experience, not for cultivation and for improving strength.

Perhaps, the prohibition of the Black Forest also has a certain side effect on the cultivation of "The Enemy of Ten Thousand Enemies"...

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While thinking wildly, Zhao Yuan has already made a big circle and arrived at the other side of the camp.

While watching the incense for a while, Zhao Yuan took off the black-backed long knife and held it in his hand, looked in the right direction, and ran towards the camp.

This time, Zhao Yuan did not hide his tracks, but ran openly under the faint moonlight.

Lan Xin was on the opposite sand dune, and she watched Zhao Yuan's every move with her sharp eyes trained in the skill of arrows. When she saw Zhao Yuan running towards the camp unscrupulously by taking advantage of the slope of the sand dune, she was shocked. muzzle.

What is he doing?

Is he going to single-handedly rob-rob the camp?

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Lan Xin's mouth, who was stunned. That man always did some unimaginable and unexpected things.

At the beginning, Lan Xin thought that Zhao Yuan was a cowardly person, but when Zhao Yuan was furious because Kuta despised the black-faced god, Lan Xin changed her view of Zhao Yuan, thinking that Zhao Yuan was still a capable person. A bloody man, of course, to Lan Xin, is just a bloody man. In Lan Xin's eyes, Zhao Yuan is too weak, so weak that she doesn't even want to take a closer look.

Then, Lan Xin realized that she was wrong.

Zhao Yuan is very powerful, moreover, Zhao Yuan is not only daring, but also despicable and shameless, he actually blackmailed her with her arrow skills. Of course, what made Lan Xin gnash her teeth the most was Zhao Yuan's daring, unscrupulous frivolity when she was injured.

This is a bold but thoughtful man.

This is a man who cannot be measured by common sense.

Seeing the black shadow running like a rainbow all the way, smoke and dust several feet high was raised behind him, like a giant dragon dancing wildly in the desert.

Subconsciously, Lan Xin touched her slender legs. These were a pair of legs that she was proud of, but there was indeed a dense layer of golden fluff on these legs.

Inexplicably, there was a trace of anger on Lan Xin's face, and then a burst of shyness.

Now, this leg puts her to shame...

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Seeing that the camp was getting closer and closer, the camp was still very quiet.

Zhao Yuan's "quietness" has reached an unprecedented state, he can feel the spears in the tent, the cold scimitars and the dense arrow feathers.

That camp is a huge encirclement, waiting for him to throw himself into it.

Zhao Yuan is not a sparrow.

Zhao Yuan is an eagle, a bold but careful eagle.

one hundred!

two hundred!

three hundred!

one thousand!

Three thousand!

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What shocked Zhao Yuan was that in the camp, thousands of soldiers in armor and swords were ambushing, and in many tents, horses were already saddled and ready to fight at any time.

Are there so many people just to ambush Lan Xin?

Zhao Yuan felt a little unreasonable.

Lan Xin's archery skills are powerful, but they are not so powerful that thousands of wolves and tigers are required to stand by in the middle of the night.

Could it be that they have other goals?

Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

Zhao Yuan realized that something was wrong, but when he found thousands of soldiers ambushing inside the tent, he had already rushed down and quickly approached the tent.

speed!

Only by using speed can we get rid of the encirclement of five thousand soldiers.

Zhao Yuan's target is the arrow feathers in the Kuying. By the way, he proves to Lan Xin that the tent is an ambush circle, and he doesn't need to have a direct confrontation with five thousand soldiers.

Persevering practice has brought the "speed" of the realm of brute force to a terrifying realm.

After a few miles, they arrived very quickly. Just when Zhao Yuan was less than one mile away from the camp, a loud horn sounded suddenly. The horn pierced the night sky and echoed in the desert.

In the desert in the distance, there was also the sound of horns.

Behind the sand dunes, Lan Xin's back felt chills. She saw that behind the sand dunes opposite her, a cavalry of thousands of people rushed out. The sound of killing is loud...

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At the same time, there was a shout of killing in the camp, and countless soldiers with unsheathed swords came out of the tent in groups.

Countless torches burned in the camp, illuminating the camp as if it were daytime.

Zhao Yuan didn't rush directly to Kuying, but rushed to a group of soldiers.

Under the blazing flames, Zhao Yuan swept in like a tornado, and the momentum was extremely terrifying. Lan Xin, who was several miles away, looked shocked. She never thought that Zhao Yuan would single-handedly rush into thousands of soldiers among.

"kill!"

Zhao Yuan let out an earth-shattering roar, and the black-backed long knife swept out a bright light in the air, with majestic momentum.

"what……"

"what……"

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There was a shrill scream, blood rained all over the sky, stumped limbs and broken arms flew, and the long-haired Zhao Yuan seemed like a demon god descending from the earth, coming and going like the wind among the soldiers, and the long black-backed knife chopped melons and vegetables all the way, unstoppable.

Shields were split into pieces by long knives.

The black-backed long sword weighs two hundred catties, plus the inertia of Zhao Yuan's rushing down the sand dunes, its strength is so fierce, poor ordinary soldiers, the whole body and weapons are not two hundred catties, there is no way to stop Zhao Yuan's morale like a rainbow Yuan, was immediately killed and ran away with his head in his arms. He only hated his parents for losing two legs.

Amidst the sound of metal clashing, the passionate Zhao Yuan did not want to fight, and immediately set fire to a group of soldiers after they dispersed.

Arson is Zhao Yuan's specialty, and tents are extremely flammable, and in the blink of an eye, several tents burst into flames.

It was a well-prepared camp, but it was stirred up by Zhao Yuan, an unexpected guest.

Zhao Yuan's speed was really too fast. Facing the giant black-backed long knife, ordinary soldiers were like chickens and dogs, and they would collapse at the touch of a touch.

In the camp, there were originally masters sitting in the camp, but the master's target was not Zhao Yuan, and he never thought that a stranger would come out to disrupt the situation. By the time the masters rushed out, Zhao Yuan had disappeared among the chaotic soldiers nowhere to be seen.

After creating chaos, Zhao Yuan rushed into the warehouse camp.

After entering Kuying, Zhao Yuan took out a spar for lighting, and was stunned.

So many arrows!

Inside this tent, there are actually all sharp arrows, piled up in bundles like a mountain.

Zhao Yuan didn't have time to think about it, and immediately threw bundles of sharp arrows into the Sumeru Ring.On one side of the tent, there were some exquisitely crafted horn bows used in cavalry battles, and Zhao Yuan unceremoniously threw some into the Sumeru Ring.

There are really too many sharp arrows in this tent, it is no exaggeration to describe them as tens of thousands, even though Zhao Yuan has amazing stamina, he is also soft in throwing them.