Yue Pengwu suddenly appeared on the battlefield, having an enormous impact on both sides’ situation and morale, especially in Jiangnan, where it goes without saying, the spirits of Yue Qianfeng and others soared dramatically.
Yue Qianfeng almost burst into loud laughter: "Hahaha, Guan Yi, Lord."
"He’s a Martial Arts Legend now?!"
"Hahahaha, I knew it, I knew it!"
"This threshold couldn’t possibly stop him, and how old is he now?! Only twenty-two, a twenty-two-year-old Martial Arts Legend, absolutely incredible, simply incredible!" Yue Qianfeng casually wiped the fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes ablaze with the fierce flas of blood.
"Good, keep going!"
Words were almost unnecessary to arrange orders or change the battle formation.
As Yue Pengwu appeared on the battlefield, everything changed naturally. The Li Quan Divine Spear in Yue Pengwu’s hand shook, the Golden Winged Great Peng Dharma Form let out a long cry, unhesitatingly targeting Yuwen Lie.
Yuwen Lie originally intended to compete with the First Divine General from five hundred years ago.
However, Yue Pengwu’s spear was dominant, the two long spears clashing, one like a roaring mighty tiger, one like a fierce Golden Winged Great Peng, the sound of the Dharma Forms’ roars reverberating, seeming to unsettle the entire battlefield.
Every ti the long spears collided, the Jin Qi that radiated out was enough to fracture and repel the oncoming crossbow bolts, causing the air to vibrate into visible rippling waves, an overwhelming montum.
He Ruoqinhu’s eyes turned cold, intending to redirect his troops and join forces with Yuwen Lie.
On the battlefield, he can always judge the situation and make the truly correct choice.
Employing a horse spear, his left hand seizing a long knife, he galloped across the battlefield, repelling Chen Wenmian and Xiao Wuliang, tearing through the battlefield ahead to et Yuwen Lie, aiming for a swift defeat of Yue Pengwu.
He Ruoqinhu’s gaze was locked on Yue Pengwu on the battlefield.
In his eyes, only this person.
The Dragon Colt galloped like a dragon, cutting through the battlefield, his weapon raised high, stirring up the flowing radiance of the Dharma Form’s divine charm, but just as he planned to engage in combat, to join forces with Yuwen Lie.
Ripples ford in the air, within them, golden-red flas rose.
Fiery light exploded in He Ruoqinhu’s peripheral vision, then, accompanied by an elevated, unparalleled battle intent-filled dragon roar, a fierce fla attacked.
The Red Dragon Dharma Form appeared on the battlefield again.
Yue Qianfeng wielded a Battle Halberd and an ax, swinging them roundly, pressing forward aggressively, forcing He Ruoqinhu to abandon the long knife in his left hand, to lift his horse spear and confront this formidable Divine General.
Such bravery!
This burst of rage-like power from Yue Qianfeng startled even He Ruoqinhu, able to barely withstand his sharpness with the force of the Eighth Layer Heaven, but that’s about it.
He Ruoqinhu planned to strike Yue Qianfeng down.
But upon hearing a sound slicing through the air, instinctively dodged.
The shifting Protective Gang Qi surrounding him suddenly shattered a corner, golden-red flas swept past his vision, leaving a remarkably clear trace, like a golden phoenix shaking its tail.
Li Zhaowen!
This unexpected arrow made He Ruoqinhu dodge it, his helm knocked askew, sensing two mighty presences rapidly approaching from behind, precisely Xiao Wuliang and Chen Wenmian, while Qin Yulong was tightly held back by the other generals of the Qilin Army.
Four top ten or potentially top ten mighty generals in the future.
Even for He Ruoqinhu of the Nine Heavens, it couldn’t be claid easy to resolve.
Yue Qianfeng locked weapons with He Ruoqinhu.
Suddenly chuckling, he locked the Divine General’s weapons.
He knew in a one-on-one fight, he was definitely not He Ruoqinhu’s match, but he still did it, he lifted his head fiercely, violently colliding with He Ruoqinhu’s face.
This sort of shabby tactic like a rascal in a brawl or a mountain thief’s scuffle appearing in such a battlefield is truly an unbelievable occurrence.
Even the face skin of a Nine Heavens Divine General is not much tougher than the skull of an Eighth Layer Heaven heroic warrior.
Especially since Li Zhaowen’s arrow knocked his battle helm down.
This headbutt from Yue Qianfeng directly made golden stars dance in front of He Ruoqinhu’s eyes, his nose slightly askew, flowing blood, the harm of this move to the Divine General was near zero.
But the ntal humiliation was imnse.
Fire burst in He Ruoqinhu’s heart in an instant.
"Yue Qianfeng?!!!"
Yue Qianfeng coldly chuckled, his forehead a bit bruised, yet stubbornly resolute, said: ", Old Yue, back then was just a mountain bandit forced into such a position, in this lifeti, I respect two people, one is General Yue who pulled out from the wildlands."
"The other is Old Master Ji Yanzhong."
"If not for the old master teaching martial arts, educating in weapon skills, telling the world is unsettled, how could a great man live his life as a bandit, I’d already have died in so mountain ravine, my corpse long rotten."
Yue Qianfeng’s eyes were slightly red.
Like an enraged beast, he angrily stared at the Divine General before him: "No matter what, that arrow ruined the old master’s body, he died by your hands, today, I demand an explanation!"
Who exactly killed Ji Yanzhong.
He Ruoqinhu pondered, thinking it was him and Yuwen Lie, was it Ji Yanzhong himself, or was it the world, maybe it was all of them, possibly none of them.
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