I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 94: From Inside the City to Outside the City

It is said that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, but Zhang Xiu is already thirty-five years old, which is obviously beyond the age limit.

However, there is a reason why Zhang Xiu is so confident. His master is Tong Yuan, the spear prodigy who has reached the pinnacle of strength, one of the four great martial arts. He has mastered the true art of spearmanship called "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix". His strength is comparable to that of Hua Xiong.

Because he had never fought with Wang Jing directly, he did not take Wang Jing seriously. He just felt that people from aristocratic families must be all show and no substance and could not withstand a single blow.

However, Zhang Ji had witnessed with his own eyes how Wang Jing used the Overlord Bow to display the amazing archery skills of Xiang Yu in the past. Therefore, he was not as blindly optimistic as Zhang Xiu. Instead, he felt that Wang Jing's words were too unlucky and was about to scold him.

Unexpectedly, a cold sneer like a biting cold wind came from behind him, accompanied by the sound of crisp horse hooves: "Oh, really? I also want to see the ability of the Northern Spear King."

Wang Jing was wearing gilded tiger-patterned armor that covered his entire body, shining brightly with golden light. Murderous energy emanated from the armor plates, giving off a terrifying aura like the king of beasts. The ferocious shadow of a tiger on his body was looming, baring its fangs and claws, full of murderous aura, which made people feel cold in their hearts when they saw it.

The purple-gold crown with phoenix feathers on its head was surrounded by red and golden clouds, as if a phoenix had spread its wings, covering the world, emitting an awe-inspiring and majestic aura.

"It's you!"

Zhang Ji was so frightened that his scalp went numb, and he wished he could tear his nephew Zhang Xiu's bad mouth right away.

What are you talking about for no reason?
This is great, the God of Death has really been summoned!

Zhang Ji had witnessed Wang Jing's heroic feat of defeating thousands of soldiers and carrying the tripod to kill Dong Zhuo in front of everyone during the banquet. Therefore, he had no intention of resisting and begged for mercy directly: "Lord Qi, I have no intention of being your enemy. Now that Dong Zhuo is dead, my men and I just want to return home alive."

Zhang Ji spoke sincerely and he had indeed made up his mind to leave Luoyang.

However, Wang Jing looked around and saw the bodies of innocent people and merchants lying on the ground. He responded to Zhang Ji with a cold sneer: "You are already making an enemy of me by slaughtering the people. And now, you still want to leave alive? Why don't you ask the Chunjun Sword in my hand to see if it agrees?"

Zhang Ji sensed the murderous intent emanating from Wang Jing, and immediately tightened his grip on the iron spear in his hand, fully alert, and shouted angrily: "Wang Jing, don't go too far!"

"You are just a piece of trash, so what if I bully you? Just come here and accept your death, and I might consider giving you a quick death!"

Wang Jing jumped up from his horse, then drew his sword, his fighting spirit soared into the sky, and he pressed towards Zhang Ji and others with tangible murderous intent.

The scarlet cloak behind him seemed to turn into a ball of flowing fire, fluttering in the wind, burning the sky and destroying the earth.

The war horses of Zhang Ji and others raised their front hooves and neighed in fear, and they were also frightened with horrified expressions, only because they also felt the terrifying aura emanating from Wang Jing!
Wang Jing dominated the entire place with his own momentum, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

Zhang Xiu was the first to come to his senses. He was so angry that he immediately clamped his legs around the horse's belly and rushed towards Wang Jing with his spear in hand: "Let's go together. I don't believe we can't kill him!"

With his right arm raised horizontally, Zhang Xiu swung his spear like a dragon, fully demonstrating his amazing spear skills.

Zhang Xiu suddenly roared like a tiger, and the murderous energy on his body suddenly became hot and burning like underground fire. During this time, the strong wind turned into wings, allowing Zhang Xiu to fly into the air.

Encouraged by this, Zhang Ji's followers immediately boosted their morale and rushed towards Wang Jing together: "Young Master, we are here to help you!"

"Haha, great! You are worthy of being a Xiliang man!"

Zhang Xiu laughed heartily. In his thirty-plus years of life, he had never felt so happy as he did today. After practicing spearmanship under a famous teacher for more than twenty years, tonight he finally had the chance to face the strongest enemy of his life and shine.

"Wang Jing, take my shot!"

A cold light, like a meteor hitting the moon, pierced through the sky with a dazzling blaze of fire and killed Wang Jing.

Tiger fierce west wind!

Birds of prey are paying homage to the phoenix!

Both are amazing and unique skills that rank first in the martial arts list. The former is an extremely strong and masculine method of refining Qi, and the latter is a move to defeat the enemy with such force that one can move mountains and rivers. Both have been cultivated to perfection by Zhang Xiu.

The title of the Gun King of the North is well deserved.

However, facing such a tyrannical spear, Wang Jing's eyes were calm, and he was only slightly shocked. He was amazed by this simple spear that contained the essence of martial arts. He praised: "The man and the spear are one, and the force penetrates the whole body. It's a good move to break the surface with a point. Your spear skills are not bad."

"It's a pity that you met me."

After Wang Jing finished speaking, he slashed his knife diagonally, hitting the tip of the gun with incredible precision.

The domineering sword style is so powerful that it can overturn mountains and seas and shake thousands of troops!
Although the Hundred Battles Swordsmanship is only a D-grade martial art, Wang Jing has a solid foundation and is blessed by the Danyu Holy Flame. The sword in his hand is an ancient magic weapon like the Hongming Sword.

Therefore, when the sword is slashed out, it is truly like a mountain and sea being overturned. Even thousands of troops can be shaken by a single sword!

Zhang Xiu suddenly felt a violent force transmitted from the tip of the gun to his wrist, like a mountain torrent pouring down or a rushing river, which caused his palms to crack and his arms to go numb.

He couldn't even hold the golden tiger-head spear in his hand, and it flew out of his hand and hit a personal soldier behind him, causing the man to vomit blood and fall off his horse and die.

Zhang Xiu's face was filled with horror. He was defeated in just one move?

Do not!
Wang Jing didn't even use his full strength!

He just flew over, swung his sword lightly, and chopped the weapon in his hand away!

Wang Jing had no expression on his face. He was about to behead Zhang Xiu with his Hongming Knife, but Zhang Ji's personal guards were eager to save their master and rushed over together, "Don't hurt my young master!"

Five spears stabbed at Wang Jing from different angles.

"A boring struggle."

Wang Jing spoke with contempt, and without even looking, he used the Six Wings Riding the Wind skill to control the airflow in mid-air to spin and dive, and at the same time he drew his sword and slashed horizontally. At the moment when he passed the enemy cavalry, he used the Chunjun sword to perform the Flying Ape Crossing the Stream skill from the "White Ape Sword Technique".

The sword shadow reflected by the starlight drew a silver-white crescent arc under the night sky, and then five gorgeous and sad blood-red flowers bloomed.

The sword's tip flashed, and with a crisp sound of "crackling", the tips of the five iron spears were all cut off by Wang Jing's sword, and the five personal soldiers were also beheaded by this fatal sword.

"Young Master, leave quickly!"

Zhang Ji's personal guards were quite loyal and brave. Even though they knew they were no match for Wang Jing, they still charged towards him fearlessly, only thinking of using their own lives to delay the pace of the killer before them.

Zhang Xiu, the Northern Spear King who was invincible on the battlefield thanks to the superb spear skills he learned from the spear prodigy Tong Yuan, now tasted the taste of failure for the first time and experienced the fear of death.

"Uncle, let's run away!"

Zhang Xiu now just wanted to survive, because he knew that Wang Jing was by no means someone he could defeat. The sword and knife attack he had just seen had frightened him to death.

"Youwei, go on your own. I'm afraid I can't leave."

Zhang Ji just smiled bitterly when he heard this. Looking at Wang Jing's ghostly figure, he sighed, "The flying boots on his feet can control the wind and walk on the clouds. Although our good horses can travel 800 miles a day, it is difficult to escape Wang Jing's pursuit. I am doomed."

"Uncle, stop talking nonsense!"

Zhang Ji called his most trusted henchman and said, "Hu Che'er, take your men to escort You Wei away. Our Wuwei Zhang family cannot be extinct!"

Hu Che'er was born a Hu people, and his status was low. Although he was the bravest among the whole army with his natural brute force, he still suffered discrimination and humiliation. In the army, only Zhang Ji and his nephew treated him well, so Hu Che'er regarded them as his benefactors.

Since his benefactor had given him an order, he would naturally fight to the death to repay him: "General, please rest assured. Even if I die, I will do my best to protect the young master!"

"No! Let's go together!"

Tears welled up in Zhang Xiu's eyes as he watched his uncle lead the remaining guards in a suicidal charge towards Wang Jing.

The two are uncle and nephew in name, but in reality they are like father and son.

"Young Master, hurry up and leave! If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave!"

Hu Che'er pulled Zhang Xiu onto his horse and shot a signal arrow at the same time, trying to summon the Western Liang cavalry under Zhang Ji's command.

After an incense stick of time, Wang Jing killed Zhang Ji and others, but Zhang Xiu and Hu Che'er were no longer at the scene.

"Want to run?"

It was dark night, Wang Jing was covered in blood, and still furious. He directly changed his mount to Zhang Ji's and rushed out of the city from the upper west gate, wanting to chase Zhang Xiu and beat him up when he was down.

Five miles out of the city, Zhang Xiu reined in his horse and stopped, hiding his sorrow deep in his heart, trying to rally his troops: "Hu Che'er, how many soldiers do we have left?"

After a quick count, Hu Che'er said solemnly, "Young Master, there are less than 400 cavalrymen left."

Although the flares were fired in advance, there were only these few cavalrymen coming to join them.

The rest either got lost or were killed by Wang Jing and ran away, and it would take a while to find them back.

Upon learning of the heavy losses, Zhang Xiu could not help but feel grief-stricken, and cried to the sky: "One thousand Xiliang cavalrymen, and in just half a cup of tea, most of them were lost. Is it really God's will to kill me?" These one thousand cavalrymen were Zhang Ji's hard-earned fortunes that he had spent most of his life to save, and they were the foundation of his career. With these elite cavalrymen as the base, he could easily raise a team of tens of thousands of people, and only then could he have the capital to dominate the world in the future.

Unfortunately, everything is in vain now.

"Wang Jing, I will never forgive you!"

The revenge for his uncle's murder and the shame of military defeat made Zhang Xiu feel indescribably sad and angry.

But revenge can be done later. The most important thing now is to survive first, so that there will be no future. If I become dead, not only will revenge be hopeless, I am afraid that the Wuwei Zhang family will also be extinct.

Zhang Xiu and Hu Che'er gathered the remaining soldiers and planned to return west. However, after walking only five miles west, they saw a team of about 3,000 people holding torches, passing through the city wall and coming towards them.

The two were still in shock, and only when the leader came closer did they see the flag of the team in front of them. On the flying flag, they saw a word "Dong" embroidered neatly.

It's one of our own!

Zhang Xiu was immediately overjoyed, and rode forward to announce his name: "Xiu, meet the Eastern Army General!"

Dong Yue, who had just returned from a rotation at Hangu Pass, also recognized Zhang Xiu at a glance. Seeing him in such a state of disgrace, he was horrified and asked anxiously, "Could it be that the coalition forces broke through Hulao Pass and the capital was lost?"

Just as Zhang Xiu was about to explain, he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him.

There was only one rider coming, but his power was like that of thousands of troops. The red-fiery murderous aura illuminated the dark night, and he swept in with earth-shaking momentum.

"It's him!"

"He's coming to kill us again!"

"Run away!"

Seeing the God of Death coming again, Zhang Xiu and Hu Che'er immediately took their men and started running for their lives.

Dong Yue was puzzled. He stopped the two and asked them, "He's alone. Why are you running?"

Zhang Xiu yelled in fear: "He is not a human! If you want to live, run away!"

After saying this, Zhang Xiu led his remaining soldiers and fled regardless of Dong Yue's attempt to stop him.

Looking at Zhang Xiu's embarrassed back, Dong Yue spitted in disdain: "Bah, the Northern Spear King, turns out to be nothing but a cowardly rat."

After saying this, Dong Yue led his three thousand halberd soldiers and lined up to meet the enemy, blocking Wang Jing.

There were many long spears, and the hooked blades on the spear tips reflected the moonlight, emitting a cold and chilling light.

Thousands of troops stood in front of him, but Wang Jing remained calm and treated them as nothing.

Dong Yue asked in a deep voice: "Who is coming?"

"Wang Jing."

Wang Jing rode on the horse, holding the reins in his hands, and the name he uttered in his calm tone was so earth-shattering that it silenced the three thousand soldiers.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Wang Jing inherited the legacy of the Overlord. He once overwhelmed all the generals of Xiliang with three amazing arrows in front of the two armies, forcing Dong Zhuo to surrender in public, and even making Dong Zhuo uneasy and unable to sleep at night.

Who wouldn't be afraid of such a strong man?

Therefore, when they met each other on a narrow road, Dong Yue's mind was immediately confused and he subconsciously wanted to run away.

However, when Dong Yue looked closely, he found that Wang Jing was not only alone, but also did not have the Overlord Bow that could hunt down souls in his hand. He immediately regained his courage and felt that this was a godsend opportunity to kill Wang Jing.

"Wang Jing! You have no bow in your hand, no arrows on your body, yet you dare to appear in front of me alone!"

Wang Jing dismounted and walked forward slowly. The corners of his lips curled up, and he looked ahead with a disdainful look. He sneered at Dong Yue and said, "Why don't you dare?"

"If you are so arrogant, I will take your head today!"

Dong Yue drew his sword from its sheath, and suddenly a cold white light flashed in his hand, revealing a fierce murderous intent.

This sword was forged from fine steel, just like Dong Yue's sword skills, which were learned from the battlefield. In the Xiliang army, Hua Xiong was the bravest among the three armies, and Zhang Xiu was the best in spearmanship, but when it came to foot combat, Dong Yue was on par with the two.

"All troops, listen to my orders, follow me and charge!"

Dong Yue's blood was surging throughout his body, and his ambition was overflowing. As long as he could kill Wang Jing in battle, he would immediately become famous throughout the world, and even be remembered for generations, becoming a hero of the time.

The dream of success and fame is so close that it seems to be within reach!
At this moment, the military energy in his body was boiling, and he swung out the strongest sword in his life.

Dong Yue's eyes were red, his muscles were throbbing with strength, and he shouted in front of the battle: "Wang Jing, look at the sword!"

This sword is powerful and majestic.

The murderous energy that surged into the sky added to its power. Even someone as strong as Lu Bu, if he was alone without the support of a military formation, would not dare to take Dong Yue's sword head-on. He would have to temporarily avoid the attack and shoot with bows and arrows from the periphery, first dampening the morale of the soldiers, consuming the opponent's strength, and then taking his time to defeat them.

What's more, at this time Dong Yue's personal soldiers rushed forward, and the long spears filled the sky, blocking all of Wang Jing's retreat routes, leaving him with no escape. Two fists could not beat four hands, and Wang Jing fell into a desperate situation in an instant.

However, Wang Jing neither dodged nor blocked. He just stood there with his hands behind his back, proudly standing there, without saying a word or moving.

He let the snow-white sword blade strike him hard like lightning and thunder.

"Successful!"

Dong Yue showed an excitement and ecstasy that he could not suppress. He used all his strength to draw his sword, as if he had seen the dawn of victory before his eyes: "Die!"

However, facing Wang Jing's Golden Armor Yuan Gong, who has achieved great success, and the gilded tiger-patterned armor on his body to protect him, the Destiny Emperor Star behind him gathers the people's hearts and wishes of Luoyang. Although the powerful power of thought is invisible and intangible, it can amplify Wang Jing's skills.

Refining Qi into spirit, refining spirit into Qi!
How vast is the power of thought of the millions of people in the capital?
Wang Jing traveled to various places just to gather the prayers of all living beings.

The sword in Dong Yue's hand fell on the armor leaf, and it shattered at the moment of collision, as fragile as glass.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment. The scene was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's eyes were stunned, and they couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

Until Wang Jing raised his hand, gently brushed off the iron filings and dust on the armor leaf, and said sarcastically: "Is this the only attack you can make with all your strength?"

Although his tone was indifferent, the contempt and disdain that penetrated deep into his bones was more hurtful than a sword, stabbing Dong Yue so hard that he bled profusely and felt a mixture of shame and anger.

"No! I don't believe it!"

The sure-fire blow couldn't even break the opponent's armor. Dong Yue looked at the broken sword in his hand, unwilling to accept this cruel fact, and angrily ordered: "Go, kill him!"

Dong Yue had always led the troops and fought bravely, so he was deeply loved by the soldiers. At his command, the soldiers immediately swarmed towards Wang Jing to kill him.

The crowd was surging, and long spears were stabbing from all directions, hitting the gilded tiger-patterned armor on Wang Jing's body, making a dull clanging sound.

This siege was as fierce as a storm, and even a brave general would be in danger of his life if he fell into it.

However, Wang Jing, who was wearing gilded tiger-patterned armor and had the divine light of the Emperor's Star shining brightly, had the hearts of millions of people in Luoyang gathered. At this moment, he already had an absolute defense that was difficult for his opponents to shake. The tide-like attacks fell on him, but to him, it was not even a tickle.

"Have you had enough fighting? Now, it's my turn to take action."

As soon as the words fell, a red light appeared.

The Hongming Sword was unsheathed with a clang. Amidst the sharp sound, an aura of dominance overwhelmed the entire venue again.

Wang Jing held the knife in his hand, his face stern and his eyes arrogant: "Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

With a cold whistle, the flaming sword began to cut!
The flaming blade, in the moonlight, brazenly set off a tide of killing.

The armor on his body is indestructible!
The magic weapon in hand can cut through anything!
Wang Jing was alone, charging into the crowd repeatedly. The formation of 3,000 halberd soldiers could not stop him, and he was killed. Even Dong Yue, a fierce general under Dong Zhuo, was killed by Wang Jing in the crowd.

However, the troops under Dong Yue were indeed the elite of the Western Liang Army and were Dong Zhuo's trusted personal soldiers, so their fighting will was extremely tenacious. Wang Jing charged left and right for a whole night, until the early morning, when he completely defeated this halberd-bearing unit with more than half of its soldiers killed or wounded.

(End of this chapter)