Heaven rewards those who work hard: There is no bottleneck in my martial arts

In the night, Zhao Jun's 20,000 troops rampaged through the Wei army camp like a violent storm, shouting and killing loudly, and raging fire rose into the sky in the camp.

Faced with this sudden attack, Wu Qi did not panic and quickly calmed down.

Judging from the intelligence he had gathered, it was true that the Zhao troops on the opposite side were individually stronger than the Wei soldiers, but they were not invincible.

Wu Qi's eyes kept scanning the camp. Seeing such movements, he saw that there were about 20,000 Zhao troops coming to attack, which was more than what he had found.

If the information is correct, these are almost all of the Zhao army.

And he now has a total of 400,000 Wei troops and 80,000 Wei soldiers, which is almost dozens of times that of Zhao Jun.

Even if the Zhao army can defeat five, but in the face of such a huge number of people, as long as it is commanded properly, it can make up for the lack of individual combat power.

Seeing the menacing attack of Zhao Jun, Wu Qi curled up into a sneer and had a plan in mind.

He turned to the deputy general next to him and said: "Pass my order to divide the battlefield with the east camp as the boundary. The 400,000 troops will be divided into four groups to fight. The 80,000 Wei soldiers will break through from the middle. I will divide and surround the 20,000 Zhao troops. Let them never come back!"

When the deputy general saw Wu Qi looking so calm and confident, he immediately felt at ease and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Yes! General!"

The deputy general took the order and left.

Soon, the Wei army took action according to Wu Qi's deployment.

The 400,000-strong army was divided into four groups and faced the Zhao army from all directions, while the 80,000 Wei soldiers were like sharp knives, thrusting straight into the hinterland of the attacking Zhao army.

"kill!"

In the night, war drums were beating and fires were shooting into the sky.

The shouts of killing, the sound of war drums, and the sound of iron hooves were intertwined.

Most of the two sides participating in the battle were in good health and did not suffer from night blindness. Some warriors with higher cultivation levels even regarded the night as day, without any impact.

The two sides were fighting together, and their eyes were red.

Every time the swords collide, dazzling sparks burst out, flashing past like meteors.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and scorched earth, which was nauseating.

Wei Wuzu were well-trained elites of the Wei army. After understanding the commander's intentions, they changed from the original five-man formation to a ten-man formation. Like a pack of wolves, they kept testing and divided the Zhao army into fragments. everywhere.

Zhao Jun was divided into several small pieces intentionally or unintentionally, and each piece was surrounded by Wei army groups several times larger than his own.

Although the Zhao army was brave and good at fighting, facing the absolute numerical superiority of the Wei army, they still fell into a hard fight and gradually showed signs of defeat.

In the fighting corner, a dozen Wei troops surrounded a Zhao army group.

These Wei troops were all at the Tongqiao realm, and the Zhao army they surrounded was a Xiantian realm martial artist.

Although their individual strength was not as good as the innate warrior, they relied on their exquisite military formations to push this innate warrior of the Zhao army into a desperate situation step by step.

"Just because you want to kill me, in your dreams!"

As an innate warrior, Zhao Junkou used his powerful Qi to continuously strike out with his palms. Each palm contained unparalleled power, like cracking gold and cracking stone.

But what he didn't expect was that the military formation composed of this group of Tongqiao realm warriors was like a moving mountain, calm, powerful, and unmoving.

The longer the beating continued, the uglier his face became.

The warriors of the Wei army moved according to the established formation, and everyone was like a chess piece, falling exactly at the predetermined position.

Their movements were uniform, as if they had been rehearsed countless times, gathering their strength together to form a powerful force.

The innate warrior was in the military formation and felt unprecedented pressure.

He originally thought that with his own fighting power, he could easily get rid of the entanglement of these Tongqiao realm warriors and kill them.

However, he soon discovered that the military formation composed of these Tongqiao realm warriors was not only extremely strong, but also could not give him the slightest chance to breathe, preventing him from exerting his full strength.

Among the ten Wei warriors, someone took out a crossbow, and arrows were taken out of the quiver and pointed at him from a distance.

shhhhhh!

Arrows poured out like rain.

In the blink of an eye, all the detours of Zhao Jun's innate warriors were covered.

Zhao Jun's Xiantian realm warrior secretly said that it was not good.

Amidst the fierce shouts, he had to use his full energy to block the arrows fired from the crossbow.

But before he could catch his breath, another round of arrows followed, falling in his area with a whistling sound.

These arrows seemed to be endless, one after another, so he had to devote some of his energy to deal with them all the time.

Bang bang bang!

Zhao Jun's innate warrior was so powerful that his wooden arrows were crushed by his true energy.

The arrows of the crossbow have a force of hundreds of kilograms, and each arrow has a huge impact.

A single oversight will pierce the flesh and blood.

Zhao Jun's innate warriors must concentrate all their attention to deal with it.

When he dodged and avoided the arrow, another long knife whizzed towards him.

Zhao Jun's innate warriors, who had not yet remembered to take a breath, could only resist the long swords of Wei warriors.

He struck out with two palms, knocked aside the two swords and heels that came towards him, and quickly distanced himself.

It's a pity that after the stabbing was over, someone else shot out from behind.

One knife after another, the coordination is as smooth as clouds and water, without any sense of stagnation.

Zhao Jun's innate warriors lost all their arrogance at the beginning, and they were complaining in their hearts.

This is specially used by Wei Jun to deal with martial arts masters who are some level higher than themselves.

The greater the number of people, the greater the power it can generate and the better the effect.

With the close cooperation of the Wei army, the situation of the innate warrior became increasingly difficult.

His physical strength is constantly being consumed, but the military formation is like a machine that will never wear out, always maintaining strong suppressive power.

Gradually, the innate warrior began to feel powerless.

His movements became slower and slower, and every breath became extremely labored.

If this continues, it will be a matter of time before he is strangled.

He shouted loudly and used all his energy to continuously try to break through the encirclement of the military formation, but failed every time.

Under the continuous suppression of the military formation, the innate warrior exhausted his strength, so that one of his movements was deformed and exposed a flaw.

Wei Wuzu's eyes suddenly lit up and he stabbed at this flaw.

puff!

Zhao Jun's innate warrior fell to the ground.

His eyes were full of unwillingness and helplessness.

The Tongqiao realm warriors swarmed him forward and stabbed him into a hedgehog. They took their last breath before giving up.

Scenes like this kept happening elsewhere on the battlefield.

Wu Qi stood in a watchtower in the military camp, watching the changes on the battlefield coldly. When he saw that the Wei army had gradually gained the upper hand, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

He knew that his strategy was working, and as long as he continued like this, Zhao Jun would definitely be defeated.

Sure enough, as time passed, Zhao Jun's resistance became weaker and weaker.

Their formation has been completely disrupted, and the soldiers can only fight independently under the rhythm of the Wei army.

The Wei army took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, relying on their excellent command and numerical superiority to push the Zhao army into a desperate situation step by step.

At the same time, under the low night, Pang She and Zuo Jian quietly appeared outside the Wei army's camp. They looked at Zhao Jun, who was already defeated in the distance, and couldn't help but feel a little moved on their faces.

"It seems that Wei Jun is indeed worthy of his reputation." Pang She said softly, with a hint of fear in his tone.

If it weren't for the army of worshipers, their Zhao army would not be an opponent at all.

"Prime Minister Pang, there is no need to belittle yourself. Our god-worshiping army is no worse than theirs, it's just that the number is smaller." Zuo Jian's eyes flickered in the darkness, and he said with deep meaning.

Pang She smiled bitterly.

There are more than 300,000 soldiers in Wei State, including many elites.

If you want to compare with it, Zhao State also needs an army of 150,000 worshipers.

In other words, nearly three million ordinary people would be required to sacrifice.

This is an extremely exaggerated number.

If this is done, it will be a question whether Zhao State can still exist.

Zuo Jian, the owner of Zhujian Villa, understood Pang She's thoughts and stopped talking without saying anything more.

The two were silent for a while, then Zuo Jian slowly spoke: "Prime Minister Pang, the time is almost here, do you want me to take action?"

When Pang She heard this, her brows raised slightly and then relaxed again. She took a deep breath and said, "Let's get started!"

An unknown smile flashed across Zuo Jian's face and he stepped forward.

He took out a bloody dagger, held it in his hand, and slashed it suddenly, causing blood to spurt out.

"Heaven and earth are the formation, all living beings are the chess pieces, blood is the guide, and sacrifice is the sacrifice. God is back!"

The bright red blood flowed out of his hands, slowly floated, and gradually merged into the darkness in front of him.

As the blood continued to flow, someone seemed to have unlocked a certain seal in the void, and powerful forces fell from the sky.

Violent power swept out, making the air filled with bursts of purple lightning.

A bone-chilling chill spread from it.

A slightly pale human face gradually took shape in front of the two people.

The pale face glanced at Zuomi, then stared at the battlefield in front of him, showing a greedy and ferocious smile.

"Please enjoy, adults!"

The human face opened its mouth, and a devouring force came.

"what!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the Wei army's camp, which was particularly abrupt among the many sounds of fighting.

In the Wei army's camp, the injured soldiers of both Wei and Zhao grabbed their throats and showed painful expressions.

Soon, their faces turned red, and their bodies were actually lifted up by some kind of force from him, struggling in mid-air.

On the observation deck, Wu Qi's expression changed drastically when he saw this strange scene.

He almost subconsciously looked at the place where the face appeared, and saw the blurry figures of Zuo Jian and Pang She.

Wu Qi shouted sharply: "Is it you!?"

Screams were heard one after another in the Wei army's camp, which made the Wei army, who saw this posture for the first time, somewhat helpless.

Wu Qi immediately issued an order and directed a group of Wei troops to rush towards Pang She and his two men.

However, just as the Wei army rushed over, about three innate warriors appeared in front of everyone outside the battlefield.

Judging by their attire, they are all from Zhao.

After these three people appeared, the remaining Zhao Jun who were still alive seemed to have received the order and returned to help one after another and stopped in front of Wei Jun.

Looking at this posture, it is obvious that he came prepared.

As the worship ceremony proceeds, the surrounding atmosphere becomes more and more solemn.

Everyone on the battlefield could feel a mysterious force slowly gathering, as if it was about to break through the sky.

Finally, at the moment when the ceremony reached its climax, the mysterious power completely broke out.

The pale human face looked intoxicated, spitting out three streaks of bloody red flowers at the three people on the battlefield.

The three leading Xiantian realm Zhao Guowufu felt their whole bodies tremble, as if they were enveloped by an invisible force.

Click, click, click!

After bursts of strange noises, the three leaders received divine power from heaven, and their auras continued to rise.

In the blink of an eye, he broke through from the Xiantian realm to the Wudan realm.

But before they broke through to the Wudan realm, as their Qi and blood were deprived, the corpses of the Wei army who died on the battlefield, and the seriously injured people who had been sacrificed all turned into flying sand.

Looking at this scene, the fine sand contained in the bamboo tube suddenly appeared in Wu Qi's mind, and he knew Pang She's plan.

They want to use the dead people on the battlefield as sacrifices to further worship the gods, so that some truly innate warriors can gain the power of a further step, the martial arts realm.

Just after the three innate warriors of the Zhao Kingdom broke through the martial arts realm, they rushed straight towards Wu Qi without any hesitation.

"Protect the general quickly!"

Someone saw Zhao Jun's intention and hurriedly defended him.

But their cultivation is at most innate, and there is no way to stop them.

Three martial arts warriors from the state of Zhao, who possessed the martial prowess level, charged all the way with overwhelming force.

The personal guards around Wu Qi fell one by one and rushed straight towards Wu Qi.

A smile appeared on Zuo Jian's face in the distance.

After possessing the ability to worship gods, Wufu is a consumable, and you can have as many as you want.

But even so, it is wishful thinking for the 20,000 Zhao army to break through the 400,000 Wei army and 80,000 Wei soldiers. It is not easy to kill Wu Qi in the army with a sneak attack.

So after several rounds of communication, they used a night attack to break out of the gap with an army of 20,000 worshipers. Then they used the method of worship to sacrifice another batch to increase the Wei army's battle losses and at the same time create several high-level warriors. , to achieve the purpose of beheading.

So far, it seems that their plan is going smoothly.

There were no Wudan-level warriors in the Wei army. Under their gaze, the three Wudan-level Zhao warriors who had successfully worshiped the gods rushed to Wu Qi in one breath.

"It's done!"

Zuo Jian and Pang She couldn't help but clenched their fists and took half a step forward.

As long as Wu Qi is killed, the whole group will be leaderless.

The Wei army's attack on Zhao is likely to break the sand and sink the halberd.

"die!"

Just when three Zhao Guowu brave warriors rushed in front of Wu Qi and wanted to kill Wu Qi, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded.

"Be bold!"

A ray of thunder fell from the sky and landed next to Wu Qi.

That was Zhao Hongming. He was wearing a thunder armor and holding a divine and demonic weapon, as if he were a god descending to earth.

puff!

Zhao Hongming swung his sword, and the Wudan realm martial artist who was charging towards him was cut in half in an instant and flew down from the air.

"How can my general be touched by you evil heretics?" (End of Chapter)