My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 143 Eastern Sword Immortal vs. Western Sword Saint! (Please subscribe)

The two parties agreed that the preparation time for the competition was ten days, and Wang Xiao received the information the next day.

In order to deliver the letter, several practitioners ran away.

Wang Xiao didn't make any preparations. With his current cultivation level, he should have no problem ranking among the top ten in the world.

In Yan Shuang's words, their sect has not reached this level.

"dong dong dong dong..."

As soon as the sky dawned, the passionate war drums began to sound.

The soldiers who received the notice yesterday packed up and left the camp as quickly as possible and formed a formation at the location agreed upon by both parties.

Wang Xiao, Yan Shuang, and Zhi Qiu Yiye stood at the front of the array with Chen Feng.

"Rumble...Rumble..."

The rumble of horse hooves sounded from the opposite side. Wang Xiao squinted his eyes and saw numerous northern barbarians wearing fur coats, stout bodies and riding war horses, pressing forward menacingly.

Their faces were a bit Western, and their skin was a bit whiter, which was a bit different from the prairie people in Wang Xiao's impression.

"The guy opposite is called Amoda Khan. He is the overlord on the grassland. He can summon 5 to 6 cavalry at any time."

While the opponent was still some distance away, Chen Feng told the three of them the situation on the other side.

The three of them are all practitioners and don't pay much attention to the imperial court and national forces. In addition, they have never been to the remote north, so they really don't know much about the northern forces.

Chen Feng sneered and said: "This rude barbarian wants to come in and make a fortune while we are in chaos in the Central Plains."

"It's a pity that he found the wrong person. I lured the enemy deeper, and more than 15,000 cavalry were trapped and killed by the wild wolves."

Recalling that day, Chen Feng said excitedly: "I heard that the guy was so distressed that he couldn't even drink his favorite kumiss. His favorite concubine was so angry that he strangled her to death on the spot."

Wang Xiao gave Chen Feng a thumbs up and a like.

Defending the border and killing enemies for the country is a true man.

Wang Xiao's appreciation made Chen Feng even happier.

Many people talked about that battle and praised him, King Chen Feng of Wu, for his skill in using troops.

But who knew that all this was knowledge imparted to him by his junior brother.

He lures the enemy deep and then gathers them together to annihilate them. Just learn a tactic called the Great Depth Theory.

It's a pity that he still can't understand some things, so he can only use his understanding method to formulate battle plans.

Fortunately, he won.

With less than 2000 casualties, more than 15000 enemy cavalry were wiped out.

This was such a great achievement against the north that had never been achieved since the founding of the Yuan Dynasty.

If the Yuan Kingdom were still here, making him a marquis would be an insult to his merits.

"Senior brother, have the spies found out those two sword masters and magic masters from the west?"

Compared to mortal wars, Wang Xiao is more interested in Western magic and fighting spirit.

"No."

"One of those two guys is hiding in the tent and won't come out, and the other wants nothing but food from the woman."

"Our people were out of reach, and we finally had a chance, but they were discovered by the other party."

Chen Feng had a look of regret on his face. He knew his enemy well and was victorious in every battle. He knew nothing, which was a big taboo for military strategists.

While Chen Feng was speaking, the army on the opposite side stopped two miles away.

The guy named Amoda Khan came over with several people without fear.

Looking past the man named Amoda Khan and several guards, Wang Xiao focused on the three strange people behind him.

A bald white man with muscular body and at least two meters in height.

It was already autumn, and this guy was still shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts made of an unknown material.

An extremely wide and extremely long giant sword was carried on his shoulders, and he looked at Wang Xiao with contempt and provocation.

The other man was slightly shorter and wore a magic robe. The red robe was outlined with countless runes in gold thread, making him look very mysterious.

There is a staff in his hand with a red gem on the top.

The other party was wearing a cloak and couldn't see clearly. Judging from the size, Wang Xiao concluded that she was a woman.

Compared to these two, the other one is not mainstream.

There are various accessories hanging on the body, which make a jingling sound when walking.

He held a large leather drum in one hand and a whip-like drum hammer in the other hand, and followed Amoda Khan, neither fast nor slow, without any overstep.

"Uncle Junior, that guy with a bone on his head and dressed like a singer, should be good at all kinds of witchcraft and witchcraft formations. If it's a battle, he'll be left to you."

After simply judging the enemy, Wang Xiao nodded at the high priest holding the leather drum and handed him over to Zhiqiu Yiye.

"Don't worry, I can fight three of these people."

When Zhiqiu Yiye saw that the other party was an old man, he patted his chest and made a promise.

"Don't underestimate anyone." Wang Xiao frowned and warned again.

Zhiqiu Yiye looked at Wang Xiao and saw that his expression was serious. He immediately straightened his face and looked at the high priest with squinted eyes.

Wang Xiao then nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the tall man carrying the giant sword.

"Second uncle, I'll leave that silly big one to you. You, the old man, have to make the other party understand that we are their ancestors when we play swordsmanship!"

Yan Shuang had been staring at each other for a long time, stretched out his hand to touch the sword box beside him, and sneered: "Don't worry, my sword is already hungry and thirsty."

"It has killed monsters, humans, and ghosts, but it has not killed Western barbarians. Let it eat meat today."

"I didn't expect you guys to dare to come. Aren't you afraid of losing miserably?"

The two sides approached, and Amoda Khan, who had a big beard, looked at Wang Xiao and others with contempt.

"hehe…"

Chen Feng chuckled lightly and said lightly: "So what if you lose? It's just two or three people, but your Excellency has nearly 2 people dead. I don't know how long it will take for the nobles to make up for the 2 people. Do you want us to send soldiers here?" Please help me over there."

"Hahaha……"

Several generals and guards who followed laughed heartily.

"Hmph, there's no point in arguing with each other. Let's just see the truth behind the scenes."

Chen Feng mentioned the more than 1 soldiers who died in battle, which made Amoda Khan instantly angry.

He is known as the Holy Lord on the grassland, and he has never lost a battle in half his life.

Seeing the chaos in the Central Plains, I wanted to take the opportunity to send troops southward and occupy the colorful land of the Central Plains.

The initial attack went smoothly, and he was still happy, thinking that the Central Plains was in chaos and could not resist his cavalry.

Unexpectedly, it was a trick. He was beaten to death at the mouth of the wild wolf, and 15000 cavalry fell into the sand.

Those are the elites he selected. He would rather die than thirty thousand ordinary cavalry than damage his elite cavalry.

Even in order to prevent Chen Feng from seeing his weakness, he gritted his teeth and continued to fight against Chen Feng, pretending that he didn't care and just wanted to fight you to the end.

The current situation is that one does not know how weak the other party is, and one party does not know that the other party only has the ability to defend but not attack.

Chen Feng didn't bother to talk to the other party. It didn't matter if he won the argument. In the end, he still had to rely on his fists to decide the outcome.

"Since you have decided on the fight, we will draw lots to decide which one will compete first."

Amoda Khan just snorted and chose the default.

Chen Feng waved his hand back, and three barbarian prisoners were escorted up, each with a sign hanging on their body.

They are law, formation, and martial arts!

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing such a battle, Amoda Khan's heart tightened and he glared at Chen Feng with anger on his face.

"I'm not doing anything, just having fun. Isn't this a game you often play on us Central Plains people? You must like it very much. In that case, let's all have fun together!"

As he spoke, Chen Feng's eyes turned cold, he picked up the bow and arrow, drew out three arrows, and shot them out without hesitation.

"Puff puff!"

Three penetration sounds were heard, and the three prisoners screamed in pain, and blood flowed out from the wounds.

"asshole!"

Amoda Khan cursed angrily, gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and stared at Chen Feng angrily.

Chen Feng didn't even look at them, but looked at the three howling prisoners with interest.

"Report to the King of Wu that Fahe Zhen is dead but Wu is still alive."

The soldier in charge of custody ran over and loudly reported the situation of the three prisoners.

Chen Feng nodded and looked at Amoda Khan opposite.

Amoda Khan stared at Chen Feng with cold eyes, then turned to look at the stout man carrying a giant sword.

"John Swordsman, I hope you can use the most brutal methods to torture the opponent to death. If you win, in addition to what I promised you at the beginning, I will give you 100 more beauties."

"200!"

The strong man carrying the giant sword stretched out two fingers.

"it is good!"

The strong man walked out with satisfaction, the giant sword in his hand was stuck on the ground, and Wang Xiao and the other three people were coldly crossing their arms.

"Senior Yan!"

Yan Shuang nodded, jumped off the horse, and walked towards the strong man.

"Second uncle, I have a feeling in my heart that my father may wake up in the next two days. Let's end the three moves!"

Yan Shuang, who was thinking about how to play with his opponent, was instantly happy when he heard Wang Xiao's reminder and said without hesitation: "You don't need three moves, two moves are enough!"

(End of this chapter)