Nine Transformations Dragon

Chapter 36 Creating Miracles

Because Yang Wenlong lost his sword, and Zhixin didn't agree with him going to the battlefield, he could only watch from the spectator stand on the city wall.But then he finally knew that fighting in this world was entirely based on his own strength, there was no skill to speak of, and he was very stiff anyway.

Although the battlefield was cruel, the victory still pointed to their side. Two of the three men called out by Leng Feng were sword masters and a ninth-level warrior.They also don't have any exquisite sword skills or sword moves, and even their steps are the most ordinary. They can kill several enemy soldiers with a single sword relying on their own strong fighting spirit.

"Brother Leng Feng, why don't they use any body skills to fight? Doesn't it consume a lot of fighting energy to keep in that state?" Yang Wenlong also used magic and fighting energy in Huaxia, and passed on these otherworldly skills.However, the Huaxia people have cultivated their fighting spirit and used all kinds of body skills to fully display their fighting spirit when they are fighting. How can they keep showing their fighting spirit completely like they do, and even use the simplest evasive and sprinting steps.This will not only quickly consume the grudge in the body, but also make the attack weaker every time.

"Hehe, little brother, haven't you noticed that their movements are already very fast? Just look at the fact that just one sprint can kill an ordinary soldier. Isn't that strong enough?"

"That's right. Compared with those soldiers with two or three levels of strength, they are considered agile, but how long can they last?"

"A swordsman, if he doesn't encounter an opponent like this, he can kill at least half an hour before he exhausts his fighting spirit. However, the enemies killed in half an hour will be counted in thousands. Although compared to those mages who attack a large area It is a small number, but compared with those soldiers, it is much more. Besides, there are very few mages who attack in a large area, and even an army can't find a few." Leng Feng repeatedly emphasized that the sword master's brave killing is very powerful , and even catch up with a mage who can use large-scale attack magic.

"Oh!" Yang Wenlong didn't express his opinion, but just nodded and continued to watch the battle ahead.In the end, the battle between the chief general and the chief general looked fierce and unusual, but from the beginning to the end, they did not see any wonderful steps or incisive sword moves.

If one of the opponents slashes Huashan, the other must dodge or block with his sword.There were very few mages in this battle, some of them were only auxiliary mages, and none of the actual offensive mages appeared.Because the army has its own group of mages, their battle must be a life-and-death battle. It is the battle of the whole army that allows the mages to attack first.

The battle ended silently, when thousands of people were killed and injured on both sides. Yang Wenlong shook his head after watching this seemingly victorious battle.To be honest, he would definitely not fight a battle that hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damaged eight hundred.

It was another victory, and Jiangcheng's morale rose even higher.After everyone had a celebration banquet, the queen and Yang Wenlong returned to the room, and she was still happily mentioning the victory: "Little brother, look at how well we fought these two battles. Now that the morale is so high, it will be difficult for the Kingdom of Winds to capture it." Easy."

"Hehe! Sister Queen, do you think these two battles are really victorious? I have told you many allusions, such as the Battle of Julu, Xiang Yu wiped out 40 with 500 troops; Zhou Yu used [-] in the Battle of Chibi The troops wiped out more than [-] enemies; Ma Teng wiped out tens of thousands of enemies with [-] troops in the Battle of Liangzhou, and so on, and there are many battles, but in these two battles our soldiers were not much less dead than the opponent's soldiers. It's a way to wipe out one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred. I don't know if your world is really overpopulated or what, but this way of fighting is still called victory!" Yang Wenlong shook his head again as he said.

"Little brother, I know what you said. They relied on terrain, celestial phenomena, etc. to achieve such a great victory. But look at Jiangcheng, where there is a plain area dozens of miles outside the city. It is very difficult to achieve that by any means. What's more, there are so many strong generals in the Kingdom of Wind, no matter what tricks we use, they may be cracked by them."

"Hehe, is that right? Fighting is about creating opportunities, not waiting for the enemy to make omissions."

"Then what good way do you have so that we can win more with less?"

"Hehe! Not yet!" Yang Wenlong spread his hands.

"Then what else did you say?"

"However, Sister Queen, I want to ask you, do you think I should establish my own power?" Yang Wenlong came to this world, he didn't want to be a high-ranking person like he was in Huaxia, he just wanted to be a lonely strong person at most.

"You, do you want to build power?" The queen looked at him with some doubts, because Yang Wenlong had agreed to marry him when he grew up. If he wanted to build his own power, he would build the power of the Kingdom of Flowers.But now he is talking about his own power, which means that it is not the power of the Kingdom of Flowers but his personal power.

"Hehe, sister queen, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to build up some strength, but I have something that can change the world in my hands. Once I take it out, I think many people will follow me, and still Those strong people. However, there will be more dangers coming to me, so I am thinking whether I should create this miracle, a miracle that can change the world of strong people, and it is also the biggest test of my life."

"Create a miracle?" The queen was a little surprised. Even though she knew that he was special, she was still shocked by the miracle that could change the world of the strong: "If doing so will bring you danger, I think it's fine!" , I still don't want Yang Wenlong to take risks.

"The strong are all born in adversity. What does the queen sister mean to let me live like this? Well, in fact, I also like peace very much."

"No, that's not what I meant. I don't want you to get hurt. Who doesn't want their man to be a strong man in everyone's attention. I am a woman and a woman with no strength, and I need a strong man to protect me."

"Sister Queen, what do you mean?"

"I'm going to die. I want you to create a miracle. I will fully support you. If I can't protect you with my queen's ability, let's face life and death together!"

"Hehe, sister queen, you really decide to marry me when I grow up?"

"What? Do you want to go back on your word?"

"That's not true, I'm too happy!" After Yang Wenlong said this, he thought to himself: "Once I want to change the world of the strong, how can a small country of flowers keep me safe?"

"Okay, I decided to give it a try. Tonight I see that Leng Feng and the others are almost drunk, so let's do it tomorrow morning. I will go to the training ground of the barracks early tomorrow morning. Sister Queen, help me give Leng Feng, the city lord and the others Bring a letter and say that I am waiting for them at the training ground. If you want a chance to improve your strength, you can come to me. If you don’t come, it means that they don’t want to. No matter what method they use, I will not teach them a little strength. It is something that warriors dream of." Yang Wenlong decided to bring Chinese martial arts to this world, so that warriors can use various body and sword moves to improve their combat effectiveness.

Early the next morning, he ran to the training ground in the barracks, where some soldiers knew him, so they didn't stop him.Her Majesty's godbrother cannot be an enemy spy, and it doesn't matter much to let him enter the training ground.

When he came to the field, Yang Wenlong found a place to sit down and watch the soldiers drill, but no one came after waiting for a long time.It seemed that they didn't believe what the kid Yang Wenlong said, thinking he was just joking.

We waited until we were about to eat lunch, and finally the city lord Phil came to the training ground, but she didn't come directly to Yang Wenlong, but came to Yang Wenlong after checking the soldiers' drills: "Little brother, tell Her Majesty the Queen to tell us to come here." I'm looking for you, what's the matter?"

"Hehe! Elder sister of the city owner, do you believe me?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, but the Queen even believes in you. As her subject, what can I say?"

"Well, whether you believe me or not, at least, you are the first and only person who came to me so far. How about this, let's have a competition, you are not allowed to use fighting spirit, only use your own strength and I'm fighting, and I don't need a sword, just use this wooden stick." Yang Wenlong raised the prepared wooden stick and handed it to Phil.

With a slight smile, he handed the big sword in his hand to a guard beside him, and took Mu Gen with his hand: "I have also seen a little bit of your performance on the battlefield, but I am not the same as those slave soldiers. Although I am Mu Gen, I can also hurt you."

"Sister City Owner, you can fight at ease. It doesn't matter to me if I get injured, and I will recover soon."

"That's right. I really don't know what system you are in. You have such a strong resilience, which is countless times stronger than our resilience." If a warrior is injured and cannot be healed by a priest, he can use his own strength to slowly recover. Recovery, but the recovery time is relatively long.

"Come on! If you can beat the wooden stick in my hand, I will give you something unexpected." Yang Wenlong's young and elegant voice reached Phil's ears, and she couldn't help but smile. She really didn't know why. Would play these tricks with a child.

The two were about to fight, and the soldiers who were training stopped and approached one after another, forming a big circle.It was Yang Wenlong who attacked first, and this time it was a one-on-one battle, unlike before on the chaotic battlefield, where he couldn't use all kinds of body skills.

Yang Wenlong is just a child's body now, but his strength is not as weak as a child's. His strength can be compared to that of a strong soldier, so it is not far from the city lord who does not use fighting energy.Huaxia Wuxue's agility focuses on dodging accurately without much effort, and those who should be sideways by an inch will never move half an inch more.Opportunities to fight back must be accurate and ruthless, every move should not waste energy, and don't waste energy by doing empty fights.

Phil and Yang Wenlong had only played two rounds, and he was crying secretly: "This kid's movements are as fast as a cat monster, I can't hit him at all, and he almost made himself ugly in front of everyone several times. I was almost hit by the wooden stick in his hand several times. What's worse, I wanted to defeat him with all my strength, but I didn't expect that he would always use the wooden stick in his hand slightly to avoid my attack. He even used a wooden stick to guide me to change the direction of my attack. If I don’t apply grudges all the time, I’m very likely to be hit by the wooden stick first.”

After a few rounds of fighting, Yang Wenlong figured out Phil's attack method, and the wooden stick in his hand began to dance faster and faster.Phil noticed that Yang Wenlong was moving very fast. After jumping for so long, his speed not only did not slow down, but also became faster and faster. Finally, the two stopped their movements suddenly, and the wooden stick in Yang Wenlong's hand stopped in front of Phil's throat. Needless to say he has won the duel.

Yang Wenlong, who was not panting at all, said with a smile: "Haha, sister of the city owner, you lost!"

"You, your body is so small, you can hide so fast when you fight, I really can't beat you without fighting spirit." Phil can't admit defeat, but the wooden stick only an inch away from the throat is obvious to all.

(End of this chapter)