I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 40 How can you become stronger without recharging money?

"If you surrender, you may suffer less."

Zhang Feng's sword tip slashed across the ground, and he slowly walked towards Cao Cao, saying, "My sword energy is already eroding your eight extraordinary meridians and restraining the ten vital points on your body. Don't struggle any more."

"You rats, do you think you can kill me?"

Cao Cao cursed loudly but was secretly shocked in his heart. He silently practiced his profound skills and indeed, he could feel bursts of pain coming from the meridians and acupuncture points in his body, as if he was being pricked by needles.

"Aren't you going to give up yet?"

Zhang Feng raised his sword to stab Cao Cao, and at the same time, he tried to dispel Cao Cao's will and fighting spirit with words: "My medical skills can save lives, but they can also kill people. If you continue to resist, you will only bring trouble upon yourself."

Holding the Heavenly Sword, Cao Cao had already begun to think of retreating, secretly thinking of a countermeasure: "Flying Star Sword Wei Chen, Drizzle Sword Zhang Feng, and the Magpie Blood Bow Su Shen who hid in the dark and shot cold arrows, and the person standing next to me who never made a move but still gave me great pressure, this person should be Sword Lord Lu Zheng's disciple, Lone Goose Sword Yan Hu."

If Cao Cao faced any of these four men alone, he would be confident that he could kill them.

If we face two of them, we might be able to win a narrow victory.

But against three people, there is no chance of winning at all.

What's more, with four people attacking together, facing such a siege, Cao Cao had no chance of winning.

Cao Cao touched the palm-sized bronze mirror in his arms and calmed down a little: "Shui Xiang once said that I would have three death disasters in my life, so he gave me this mirror to help me survive the disasters. Could it be that one of them will be used tonight?"

"Look at the sword!"

Zhang Feng and Wei Chen, brothers, joined forces with their swords and attacked Cao Cao from the left and right.

The sound of cold rain and the sound of angry thunder and flying stars.

Rain and thunder, the two images blended together, turned out to be a powerful combined attack method, and the moves could even cause weather changes in an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius.

The sound of rain and thunder sounded like a death knell to Cao Cao, foreshadowing that his life was about to come to an end.

Just as Cao Cao was about to use the magical bronze mirror in his arms to escape, more than ten flying flames suddenly appeared, attacking Zhang Feng and Wei Chen, heading straight for the vital points of the two.

"Are there any masters?"

Zhang Feng and Wei Chen each swung their swords to kill the incoming flying flames, and shouted coldly: "Who are you, show yourself!"

Then a man wearing golden-scaled fish armor flew down and shouted to Cao Cao, "Catch the knife!"

"Haha, nice knife!"

Cao Cao, who had temporarily lost his weapon, took the Seven-Star Sword and took a closer look. He saw that the sword was more than a foot long, inlaid with seven treasures, reflecting the stars in the sky, and its cold light was dazzling.

Cao Cao saw the man wearing golden-scaled fish armor and holding a huge sword, and he immediately recognized Wang Jing's identity: "Captain of the Cavalry, be careful, there is another person shooting arrows in the dark. This person is the Wuhuan archer Su Shen, who can shoot magpies from a thousand feet away!"

Wang Jing was shocked when he heard this.

One thousand feet?

A full six miles!

Is this the distance a bow and arrow can reach?
It’s almost approaching the maximum shooting range of snipers in later generations!

Such a being was indeed a huge threat. Wang Jing looked at Xun You behind him and said, "Gongda, who will come, you or me?"

Xun You glanced at Zhang Feng and Wei Chen, who were standing on the left and right, each holding a Zhongxing Sword, and Yan Hu, who had not yet drawn his sword but whose aura sent a chill down his spine. He immediately shook his head and said, "You is not good at frontal combat, but I can handle the archer hiding in the dark."

"Be careful."

"clear."

Xun You slowly retreated, his figure then disappeared into the moonlight and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Zhang Feng couldn't help but get angry: "Wang Yuanxu, do you really want to get involved in this mess?"

"What a joke! Zhang Rang has sent people to assassinate me many times. I will kill you guys first today and collect some interest. Stop talking nonsense and come and die."

Wang Jing held the Juque in his hand, with the golden armor protecting him. He looked at Zhang Feng and the other two with contempt, and hooked his finger: "Come on together, I'm in a hurry."

"Insanity!"

Zhang Feng raised his sword and immediately attacked.

Wherever the sword points, a continuous drizzle comes with the wind, like a cry in the cold night, penetrating the heart. The place covered by the sword's intent can even interfere with people's mind and spirit.

As the drizzle of rain fell on his body, Wang Jing felt an inexplicable sadness and grief in his heart. Even his high morale seemed to disappear in the face of this sadness.

Cao Cao quickly warned: "Be careful! There's something strange about the rain!"

Wang Jing suddenly realized what was going on when he heard the voice, and immediately used the Qi-reading technique from "The Emperor's Qi of Ziwei" to discover the mystery hidden in the rain.

"The sword's will and energy are transformed into rain, which turns into fine needles the size of cow hair when it contacts the enemy, piercing through the pores and piercing into the enemy's meridians and acupoints. This is truly a genius idea."

Zhang Feng thought he had won the game, and sneered coldly: "You just found out now, isn't it too late? The rain just fell, and the fine rain has already penetrated your body and flowed into your heart through your blood. Unless I remove the sword energy for you, you will die!"

"What can a mere sword energy do to me? Go to hell!"

Wang Jing let out a long roar, swung his sword vertically, and instantly a scorching sword energy came out with a loud bang.

Wherever the raging flames went, they burned everything, and the drizzle turned into mist and smoke.

The power of the holy flame scared away all evil, and the gloomy sword intent lingering in Wang Jing's heart suddenly dissipated.

Wang Jing's sword moves were seen opening and closing widely, and the vital energy in his body was flowing smoothly, without being affected at all.

The Juque Sword swept across the wilderness with such overwhelming power that it had the power to split mountains and crack rocks. Zhang Feng did not dare to take it head-on and could only parry and dodge.

But the more he fought, the more frightened he became: "It's impossible. The fine rain and cotton needles penetrate into the body through the pores. Even a man of iron can't withstand it. Why hasn't his fighting power weakened at all?"

Zhang Feng had no idea that inside Wang Jing's body, he was practicing the "Golden Armor Yuan Gong" and was forging his martial bones with great strength all the time.

The Dharmakaya practices the Nine Refinements of True Yang, and the Danyu Holy Flame flows continuously in the eight extraordinary meridians.

The Reward Body God controlled the "Purple Star Emperor Qi Chapter" and the "Divine Feather Sword Sutra", and the power of thought energy gushed out like a spring, gradually filling up.

It can be said that Wang Jing's energy, spirit and mind are in the most perfect state at all times. The sword energy and sword intent contained in the drizzle, as soon as they enter his body, are devoured by the power of Danyu Holy Flame and transformed into nutrients, which makes his AFK upgrade more efficient.

Seeing that Wang Jing was not affected by the drizzling rain but fought more courageously, Zhang Feng immediately knew that his most proud rain curtain tactics had failed.

Although his swordsmanship is superb, his skills are not that profound. The reason why he was listed as one of the "Four Swordsmen of Luoyang" and stood out among Wang Yue's many disciples was because of his understanding of the "rain" atmosphere.

In the past, any opponent who fought with him would become worse and worse in condition the longer they were exposed to the rain. In the end, they would even become paralyzed and unable to move.

But now Zhang Feng met Wang Jing, and his moves were completely restrained.

"Weak! You are so weak!"

Wang Jing slashed with his sword again, and the violent force tore through the rain curtain. Zhang Feng waved his sword to protect himself, but was still slashed by the sword and flew three meters away. After landing, he retreated twelve steps before he could barely stand firm.

The power of Danyu Holy Flame permeated his whole body and completely evaporated the rain on Wang Jing's body. At this moment, he seemed to be riding on the clouds, with clouds surrounding him.

Zhang Feng suffered a great loss in strength and did not dare to fight with Wang Jing anymore. Instead, he shouted, "Junior Brother!"

"coming!"

Wei Chen finished accumulating power, and the Flying Star Sword showed its sharpness again. The power of thunder burst out in an instant and went straight towards Wang Jing.

"Look at the sword!"

Boom~
Wang Jing blocked with his sword, and his whole body felt as if he was hit by a cannon. The stone slabs under his feet cracked, and a fierce and domineering force came along his arms, causing a slight pain in the knuckles.

Fortunately, he spent a lot of money to practice the "Golden Armor Yuan Gong" to the level of red heart and bronze bones, otherwise Wang Jing would not be able to take on Wei Chen's sword.

"Eight Styles of True Sword, Thunder Aura, great skills!"

Feeling the tyrannical and domineering sword energy of thunder, Wang Jing gritted his teeth, his heart burning with rage, and took advantage of the situation to perform the Hundred Battles Sword Technique.

Sheathing the sword, defend, strike later but be the first to attack and blunt the opponent's edge!
Using the sword as a knife, he forcibly blocked Wei Chen's powerful sword. As the giant sword was completely sheathed, the thunder in the sky disappeared instantly. Wang Jing seemed to have entered a silent and stagnant world, and even the passage of time seemed to become as slow as a snail.

Until the clanging sound of the Juque was heard, the stagnant heaven and earth were instantly broken, and the long river of time began to flow again.

Nadao style, defend instead of attack, strike last and arrive first!
Zheng~
In the brilliant fireworks, the dazzling sword light was like the wind breaking through the waves or a rainbow piercing the sun. With an indomitable momentum, it displayed the amazing move of Xiang Yu in the Battle of Julu, when he burned his boats and opened the way with his sword.

Divine Feather Sword Sutra, second move, Divine Rainbow Opens the Way!
Use your spirit to control your energy, use your energy to control your sword, and use your sword to fight the enemy!

Under the replica of Wang Jing's body, the Overlord's sword intent that looked down on the heroes and the world was perfectly presented, which was not something Wei Chen could resist. Therefore, with just one sword, Wang Jing beat him and made him vomit blood and retreat.

Zhang Feng was immediately surprised, and then he yelled at Yan Hu: "It's already this time, and you still don't want to draw your sword?"

Yan Hu held a broadsword in his arms, leaning against an old locust tree, and closed his eyes for a long time. He stood up straight only after hearing Zhang Feng's roar. His attitude remained defiant, and he said coldly, "I disdain to bully the few with the majority."

Zhang Feng knew Yan Hu's temper very well, so he was too lazy to pursue the matter at this time. He ordered: "Okay, Wang Jing will be left to you. My junior brother and I will go kill Cao Cao."

"can."

Yan Hu didn't say much. His figure flashed and he leaped into the air. Then the machete in his hand was finally unsheathed.

The bright moonlight, the cold light of a sword, and the shrill whistling sound fell from the sky.

"Such a cold sword intent!"

Before the blade arrived, Wang Jing had already felt like he was in an icy cave, his whole body enveloped by a chilling murderous intent.

The lone wild goose cries sadly.

However, the mournful cry of the lone goose sword swung by Yan Hu was not for himself, but to announce the death of his opponent.

Wang Jing did not dare to be careless and used his sword as a shield to protect his body.

Ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~
Yan Hu's movements were extremely fast, as if he had wings on his back, and he moved as fast as flying.

And his sword is faster than his body movements!

The machete in Yan Hu's hand moved left and right, sometimes slow and sometimes fast. The dense afterimages were like a wild goose spreading its wings, and for a moment Wang Jing was caught in a tough fight.

"It's so annoying to keep swaying back and forth!"

Juque was heavy and good at attacking but not at defending. Wang Jing threw away his sword and punched, suddenly taking a bow step forward. With a move like a dragon emerging from the sea, he seemed to cross thousands of mountains and rivers, and rushed towards Yan Hu with boundless anger, finally forcing him to withdraw his sword and return to defend.

Dang~
The force of his fist split the stone and shattered the sword light. With violent brute force, he broke through Yan Hu's center head-on, broke his defense, and beat him so hard that he vomited blood and flew back.

When Wang Jing retracted his fist, he discovered that the back of his hand was covered in blood, with the flesh torn and the wound so deep that the bone was visible.

However, Wang Jing didn't care about this minor injury at all. After his martial bones were fully developed, his physique had begun to transform into an "inhuman" one. Although his head, heart and other vital parts still existed, the strength of his muscles and bones far exceeded that of ordinary people. He could be called a body of steel. Even because of the existence of the Danyu Holy Flame, his recovery ability was incredible.

In just a few breaths, the wound on the right fist stopped bleeding and the skin and flesh began to heal on its own, without any impact on the battle.

"Your swordsmanship is good, but if you get hit by my punch again, you'll die."

Wang Jing said calmly that under the transformation of the Three Body Technique, the speed at which his cultivation of essence, qi and spirit increased was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Yan Hu became a disciple of the Lord of Swords and practiced hard for ten years. His swordsmanship has already reached the perfect realm of the fourth level of martial arts. In the martial arts world, he is considered a second-rate master with extremely strong combat power. Facing an ordinary army of a hundred people, he can kill them all with just one sword.

If they really competed in swordsmanship, Wang Jing couldn't even touch the corner of Yan Hu's clothes.

However, Yan Hu only specializes in swordsmanship, and his physique, qi sea, spiritual awareness and even the equipment on his body are far less strong and comprehensive than Wang Jing, and his shortcomings are too obvious.

If he was hit by a punch, he would be seriously injured.

If he gets hit by one more punch, he'll lose his life.

Yan Hu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and tightly grasped the weapon in his hand. The fighting spirit in his eyes did not weaken in the slightest. He stared at Wang Jing with a fierce fighting spirit: "My sword will only advance and never retreat. There is no life or death. Come again!"

"Okay, let's decide the outcome with one move!"

Cao Cao was engaged in a tough battle behind him and the situation was critical. Wang Jing could only choose to make a quick decision. He stood still, raised his left arm, and hooked his finger at Yan Hu.

Yan Hu did not say a word. He held his breath, concentrated, and adjusted his breathing. At the same time, his muscles were secretly gathering strength. When his sword intent and momentum reached their peak, he instantly leaped up and slashed out with a proud and magnificent sword.

The swan flies alone and does not associate with sparrows.

Yan Hu's sword intent, just like him, is pure to the extreme.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong one's will is, it will eventually be defeated in the face of absolute power.

Wang Jing did not move or defend, allowing Yan Hu's broadsword to chop him. With a crackling sound, sparks flew from the golden-scaled fish armor. However, with a flash of light, the protection of the official aura and the blessing of the golden armor power, the golden-scaled fish armor managed to withstand Yan Hu's fatal blow, which he had used all his strength to attack.

"Are you dumbfounded? I'm a tough guy!"

Wang Jing threw a punch and knocked Yan Hu to the ground in an instant, not caring at all about the surprised and unwilling look in his eyes.

After all, winning with equipment is also winning. Who told you that you can't afford armor?

After defeating the opponent in front of him, Wang Jing immediately turned around to rescue Cao Cao and shouted from a distance: "Meng De, I'm here to help you!"

This shout also distracted Zhang Feng and Wei Chen who were besieging Cao Cao, and their sword drawing speed slowed down by three points.

"good chance!"

Cao Cao's heart meridians were corroded by the drizzling sword energy, and he was already at the end of his strength. However, he still endured the severe pain at this moment, seized the moment when his opponent was distracted, and forcibly performed the Thousand Years Sword Song.

For a moment, the autumn wind was bleak and the waves surged.

The sword intent carried Cao Cao's powerful spiritual cultivation and soaring heroic spirit. The surging power of thought swept towards Zhang Feng and Wei Chen, transmitting thoughts and disturbing their minds.

The sound of the sword song pierces the eardrums and reaches people's hearts.

Zhang Feng and Wei Chen were caught off guard. Due to their insufficient spiritual cultivation, they could only rely on the strong sword intent in their hearts to hold on. Their bodies were forcibly controlled in place for several breaths.

However, in a duel between masters, victory or defeat, life or death, is just a matter of a moment.

Wang Jing swung his sword and before the two men could break free from Si Neng's restraints, their heads fell to the ground.

Blood splattered three feet away, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

On another battlefield, the outcome of the battle between Xun You and Su Shen had already been decided.

Su Shen's abilities were completely restrained. At this time, one of his arms was broken at the elbow, the quiver on his back was empty, and he fell among the rubble, covered in blood, and was already dying.

"A thousand miles in a single step... a world within reach... what a great body movement... and the power of the Yin army... it's hard to predict the Yin... I... deserved to die..."

After he finished saying this, he died. He had amazing archery skills and never missed his target. However, he happened to meet an enemy that he could not hit no matter what he did. It can only be said that he was unlucky and destined to die.

Seeing that Su Shen was dead, Xun You finally breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced in his heart: "The five totem battle patterns, as well as the ancient Donghu country's national defense magic skill "Flying Bow Divine Shooting", if I were hit by an arrow, I'm afraid my life would be in danger."

Just as he was about to go back and reunite with Wang Jing, Xun You unexpectedly discovered that the longbow in Su Shen's hand was not simple. He took out a knife and scratched it, but could not leave a single scratch on it.

Xun You was instantly overjoyed: "It's actually the real thing?"

The three of them met up soon. Wang Jing was relieved to see that Xun You was safe and sound. Then he saw Xun You dragging a black and rusty longbow in his hand, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Gongda, what are you doing with this broken bow?"

"Broken bow?"

Xun You didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "My lord, the bow is made of the best black iron, and the bowstring is made of black dragon tendons. It was the personal weapon of Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu. He followed him to conquer the world and killed countless enemies. It was extremely powerful. This thing appeared here and was obtained by my lord. It can be said to be God's will!"

Even Cao Cao was shocked. He did not care about healing his wounds. He touched the mottled rust on the longbow and praised it: "It is really the Overlord Bow! It's a pity that it fell into the hands of the Hu people. No wonder the sacred object has become obscured."

Cao Cao then congratulated Wang Jing and said, "I heard that the Cavalry Captain had inherited the Overlord's legacy before Hulao Pass. Now that the Overlord's relics have come to us on their own, it shows that this is God's will."

Xun You handed the Overlord Bow to Wang Jing, and then told him the origin of the item: "It is said that when Xiang Yu was fifteen years old, a black dragon in the Wujiang River was doing evil and endangering the surrounding areas. When Xiang Yu heard about it, he rushed to the black dragon alone that night and fought with it for a day and two nights. Finally, he killed the black dragon, took its back tendons and twisted them into a string, and then he got the Overlord Bow."

"And this black dragon is a creature of cold, and is extremely tough, so this bow is not afraid of ice or fire, nor is it afraid of swords or guns. More importantly, this bow can also use the Divine Feather Sword Scripture, using the sword as an arrow, doubling its power."

(End of this chapter)