The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

It turns out that not all cultivators in the Great Zhou are like Shen Lang, and not all of them are that perverted woman, there are still some normal ones!

When, when, when...

The two men clashed with their swords in the most primitive competition. The cultivator from the Great Zhou became very anxious. If they continued to fight like this, he would be no match for this grassland man!

Whether in terms of true energy or physical body, he was no match for the grassland man.

If it were a normal fight, he could still deal with it with strange spells, but after this formation was unfolded, the cost-effectiveness of the spells was too low!

If he were like this, those captains in the Zhoutian realm would be even more useless...

puff.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, the limp body of a Zhoutian realm general was thrown beside him.

And this carefree general was terrified...

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at the same time.

Seeing that the magic formations of the four major camps had been breached and the iron hooves of the grassland were already approaching, Long Aotian prepared to take Ji Wennuo away in the chaos.

"Your Highness, let's go quickly..." Long Aotian found that it was not easy to go back now.

Those people on the grassland are determined to trap these 20,000 people to death!

Damn it, the morale of the Great Zhou army was high during the day. If they attacked at that time, these grassland people would be either killed or seriously injured.

By now the Wolf Lord must have pacified the soldiers. Plus, they were a surprise attack and the Great Zhou army seemed unprepared. If they were defeated by them, their morale would be crushed. It would be a crushing defeat.

Don't think you will win just because you have the advantage during the day. The battlefield changes rapidly and anything can happen.

Missing a meal, missing some reinforcements, or even missing a prime minister's flattery of Merlin can cause a huge change in the mentality of the soldiers.

A wrong drumbeat can confuse soldiers whose morale is high.

The wind was blowing from the northwest, and then it turned into a southeast wind, and the tailwind turned into a headwind. No matter how high the morale of the soldiers was, they were dumbfounded.

What's worse, the game was going well and they were about to win, but then a meteorite fell from the sky. Ancient people were superstitious about this, so they thought the opponent had the power of ghosts and gods. Even if the game was going well, they would still run faster than a rabbit.

Long Aotian thought, if we attack during the day, nothing will happen, the young master is still too...

You can't say bad things about the young master, he has his own considerations.

"Can we leave?" Ji Wennuo looked at the army that was getting closer and closer, and for some reason, he became restless.

The warlike heart of the founding emperor and the hot blood flowing in his body began to boil.

Her eyes gradually turned red, revealing murderous intent visible to the naked eye.

Her hand holding the sword was shaking, not because of fear, but because of excitement!

Seeing those grassland cavalry rushing into the Zhou camp and killing people in all directions, she found it even more difficult to suppress her impulse.

She wants to go into battle, she wants to kill the enemy!

"Where is Shen Lang? Where is Shen Lang!"

At this moment, a roar came into Long Aotian's ears.

But then, Baolide was seen wearing a dragon robe, holding a big knife, and shouting in the air.

Now the masters of the Divine Profound Realm on both sides have reached a stalemate, and there is nothing he can do. Zhao Ge had promised him that he would kill Shen Lang with his own hands, so he now has his hands free.

Apart from catching the Great Zhou army camp off guard and breaking the magic formations of four camps, the grassland gods did not gain much advantage.

The mental landscapes of both sides eroded each other, and except for Baolide, no one could control the battlefield below.

The reason why Baolide was able to come down was that the military advisor Zhao Ge personally took over.

This time, the number of gods sent by the grassland is actually more than that of the Great Zhou. It is not a one-to-one ratio, but the Great Zhou has the blessing of Xuanmo Pass, which the grassland people cannot break. Those in Xuanmo Pass cannot influence the overall situation either. They can only rely on Xuanmo Pass's defensive formation and the power of the earth veins to ensure the balance.

brush!

The magic power in Baolide's body swept across the battlefield and suddenly found something wrong.

"Huh?" Baolide's eyes locked onto Long Aotian at the first moment!

"Hey!" Baolide licked his lips and said, "Why did you come here? Do you want to take advantage of the chaos to kill our monks? Dream on!"

As he said that, Baolide swooped towards Long Aotian!

Baolide is very familiar with Long Aotian.

During the day, when Baolide challenged, the person he called was not Liu Bo, but Long Aotian.

It can be seen that the two had fought several times before and became enemies on the battlefield.

"It's time for the two of us to end this!" Baolide swung his sword and slashed at Long Aotian: "I'm going to kill you today!"

At this moment, Baolide didn't even want to call for help.

What Shen Lang said during the day deeply hurt him. Countless soldiers on the grassland looked down on him, making him unable to raise his head.

Today, he will make Long Aotian’s head his own achievement!

"Oh shit……"

Long Aotian couldn't help but swore, which showed that his defense was broken.

He never expected that he would be so unlucky.

In other words, he didn't know whether he was unlucky or the princess was unlucky...

The mission to bring the princess back was originally a good one, but because I thought it would be more convenient at night, I arrived a little late, and it happened that the grassland siege broke out.

Just attack the city, and block the road above. There are so many gods watching. If I take the princess up there now, wouldn't that tell everyone that this woman is very important?

Now that the two sides have finally reached a stalemate, and there is an opportunity, Baolide comes down to find Shen Lang.

Shen Lang was not found, but he happened to find me who was about to take the princess back!

You are in the Shenxuan realm, why are you holding on to someone in the Xiaoyao realm?

What to do now? I can only fight!

"Your Highness, run to the camp in front!" Long Aotian was also a battlefield veteran. He could tell at a glance which camp was offering the fiercest resistance and had the highest probability of survival!

Even though Shen Lang's camp was at the front and would theoretically face more enemies, Shen Lang had destroyed their confidence in killing them during the day, and those grassland people also knew that they should pick on the weak.

What's more, Shen Lang was the only one who kept other generals on alert.

Damn it, if everyone can survive, I'll have to let Shen Lang give a lecture, and do it in the style of a celestial being preaching, and make the other captains kneel down and listen!

Whoosh!

After Long Aotian finished speaking, he soared into the air, and his sword and knife collided with each other.

"Hey, Long Aotian, you are so unlucky today that you actually ran into me here." Baolide licked his lips and said, "It is not convenient for you and me to borrow the power of heaven and earth. It is okay for me, but you Zhou people are too dependent on the power of heaven and earth."

"I'll kill you first, and then I'll kill that damn Shen Lang!"

"Hmph." Now that Long Aotian had started fighting with him, he naturally resumed his cool and aloof attitude and fought first!

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No matter how fierce the resistance on Shen Lang's side was, or how many means he used, he could not stop those people from breaking into his camp.

There was no other reason, there were simply too many people. Shen Lang finally understood what it meant that "too many ants can kill an elephant."

At this time, he was even wondering how Xiang Yu defeated Zhang Han back then, and how he used only 30,000 people to defeat 600,000.

This is a completely one-sided crush!

What Shen Lang didn't know was that although the other camps' defenses were not well organized, and ten of them could only exchange for five or six, on his side, ten could exchange for twenty or thirty, and each could fight one against two or even one against three.

Although Shen Lang's side was the defending side, it was not a city, but just an ordinary military camp, while the other side was cavalry.

In fact, the enemy's generals and officers above the rank of captain are several times more numerous than him, and they are all capable of unparalleled combat.

Now Shen Lang was looking at the surging enemy troops, and he was already blood-thirsty.

All he knew was that there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him.

These people are the ones who believe in him.

I had just finished painting the pie for them when they fell beside me.

puff...

Another soldier was pierced through the chest with a scimitar by a monk in the Leaping Mortal Realm.

"General..." The soldier grabbed the monk's hand and said, "Revenge!"

Shen Lang swung the long sword in his hand and killed the Leaping Mortal Realm cultivator.

When the soldier saw that Shen Lang had avenged him, he lay down on the bloody battlefield with a look of relief on his face.

"grass!"

Shen Lang cursed loudly.

At this moment, the leader who had been shot by Shen Lang before rushed towards Shen Lang.

"Your head is mine!"

This leader is very good at choosing the time.

Now Shen Lang has killed countless soldiers, his armor has been stained red with blood, and the formation plate he carried is almost ineffective due to insufficient number of people.

Shen Lang's physical strength and true energy have been greatly consumed.

And Shen Lang’s head is definitely the most valuable among all the captains, comparable to Shen Xuan.

He came to take on Shen Lang's tough nut because he had his eyes on Shen Lang's head.

Although he had to share the kill with the friendly forces who assisted him, that did not reduce the value of Shen Lang's kill.

"kill!"

The leader rode his warhorse and rushed towards Shen Lang.

Lu Lingfeng was leading his soldiers to resist in the distance, and it was too late for support, so he was horrified!

But he knew that Shen Lang was good at fighting. If he were put on the battlefield, he was just a beginner in the Free and Easy Realm and his true energy was too limited.

"General Shen, run!"

After Lu Lingfeng shouted, he was stabbed on the waist by a captain from the grassland.

The captain sneered: "Just take care of yourself!"

brush!

The leader's knife was getting closer and closer to Shen Lang.

"You really know how to pick the time..." Shen Lang looked at him getting closer and closer, waved his hand, and a golden light shot towards the leader.

hum!

The leader's sword hit the wrong target!

"How is that possible? Why are your spells so powerful?"

Chapter 293 Unparalleled Hero

The leader looked incredulous.

It is not surprising that the spell is powerful if there is no formation plate, or it is not surprising that the spell is powerful when the formation plate is not deployed.

The problem is, the formation diagrams of both sides have not yet become ineffective, and have a great suppressive effect on human magic. How did Shen Lang use this magic to influence him?

Because of this deflected chop, he and Shen Lang had missed each other.

At this moment, Shen Lang felt that the whole world had slowed down. When the leader passed him, it was like a slow-motion replay in Shen Lang's eyes.

Shen Lang silently stretched out his finger, and a thunder and fire sword quickly condensed into shape and shot at the leader's vest.

Then, Shen Lang leaped forward and stood on the horse's back, behind the leader, and stabbed at the leader with the long knife in his hand.

After the leader's sword missed his target, he was ready to return to defend.

It was this sword of thunder and fire that made him lose consciousness for a moment.

When masters fight, victory or defeat is often decided in just a split second.