Sheng Fu

Chapter 675: All at the end of the road

Around the chariot, three hundred elite soldiers formed an array to firmly protect Yu Wenjun on top of the chariot.

Yu Wenjun sat cross-legged, moved the essence and blood in his body, clasped his hands, and let out a subtle dragon roar. He briefly deduced and calculated in his mind that it would be difficult to determine the outcome of the battle on the ground in a short period of time. An Wang and Mu Chun are the main characters.

The pierced right arm will become the biggest turning point in this battle.

Deep in the sky.

Mu Chun was still careful to keep a distance from King Zhenan. He no longer needed to pay attention to King Zhenan's bleeding right arm. He still vaguely felt that King Zhenan's momentum was slowly declining.

If you fight for a long time without victory, morale will inevitably decline.

"How long are you going to escape?" King Zhen'an roared.

The majestic-looking Prince of the Spirit Clan filled the air with a huge amount of true energy, and was extremely powerful. He suddenly increased his speed, and hit Mu Chun hard with his sky-high spear. Mu Chun stretched out his spear, trying to interfere with King Zhen'an's vision. However, this time, Zhen'an King An seemed to ignore his own eyes and came towards Mu Chun to attack and kill him as if he were dead.

Regardless of the consequences, King Zhen'an would lose his eyes, but similarly, the unparalleled killing power rising above the sky would fall heavily on Mu Chun's head.

In desperation, Mu Chun had no choice but to withdraw his offensive at the speed of light, using his elegant body skills, and narrowly avoided the attack.

If he were to lead thousands of troops and engage in a head-to-head confrontation with King Zhenan, Mu Chun would not be afraid. He believed that his military tactics, strategies, and troop formations would not be weaker than those of King Zhenan, and he might even be the strongest in the world.

But in such a pure fight, Mu Chun couldn't take risks. He needed to maintain his sanity, because although King Zhen'an's overall strength was lower than his own, the gap was not big. Once King Zhen'an got jealous, he would come down by chance. Mu Chun will also capsize once he gets an unexpected chance.

Although, in his heart, Mu Chun wanted to fight King Zhen'an no matter the cost.

Suddenly, King Zhen'an lowered his head and glanced at his right arm, which was still bleeding. However, the pain deep in the flesh and blood had decreased sharply. Even the large amount of energy and blood he had consumed before was vaguely recovering, and his overall combat strength It is rising slowly.

With a little awareness, he noticed that there was a dragon's aura in his body.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the battlefield on the ground. At the foot of the mountain, Yu Wenjun, who was on the chariot, was pale at the moment and had consumed most of his energy and blood.

The difference in cultivation level between the two people is huge. If King Zhen'an and Yu Wenjun were in the same realm, Yu Wenjun's current level of cultivation would be able to regenerate King Zhen'an's severed limbs.

However, just allowing King Zhen'an to recover some energy and blood has already left Yu Wenjun stretched.

"Little guy, thank you for your thoughtfulness." King Zhen'an said silently in his heart.

Immediately, King Zhenan came up with a plan.

King Zhen'an's attack slowed down slightly for a moment. He took a deep breath and continued to attack Mu Chun. Mu Chun still fought and retreated, but his opponent's pause just now also caught Mu Chun's eyes.

Mu Chun secretly rejoiced in his heart: "Sure enough, there are risks in going all out."

This time, Mu Chun did not escape. He waved his spirit-swallowing spear with both hands and swept away.

boom!

At the moment when the spirit-swallowing spear and the towering spear stirred up, a wave of true vitality exploded that covered the sky and the sun, covering thousands of miles in radius. There were lightning and thunder, wind and rain, and in the distance, there were even cracks in the void that penetrated people.

This is how Wuji strong men fight. If they fight on the ground, I don't know how many people will die in the aftermath of the battle.

After the confrontation, King Zhenan's feet swayed and he subconsciously flew out.

Seeing this, Mu Chun observed King Zhen'an extremely calmly. His face was pale and his blood was fluctuating. He seemed to be a loser. However, the injured beast's counterattack before death also made people have to guard against it.

Therefore, Muchun's spear was thrust out. Although the killing power was not strong, it still made King Zhen'an tired of dealing with one or two, and tested it.

Sure enough, King Zhen'an blocked the blow with great ease and quickly retreated.

Mu Chun's eyes were like lightning, and he stared deeply at King Zhenan. Even though his morale was declining, there was no obvious flaw in the whole situation. King Zhenan was carefully adjusting his breathing at this moment. The opportunity is here!

Mu Chun took a deep breath, mobilized all the true energy in his body, and thrust out the spear again. This time, the spear's light was as bright as the bright sun, and it contained vast killing power. He only wanted to win with one strike.

If there is no chance, Mu Chun will never use his strongest attack easily.

However, Mu Chun miscalculated.

Suddenly, King Zhen'an's aura was in full bloom, like an awakened ancient demon god, filled with terrifying pressure. This time, King Zhen'an was still fighting without risking his life.

He took the initiative to fight forward, thrusting his shoulder blades towards the incoming spirit-devouring spear.

puff!

Blood flowers bloomed, and a bright blood hole appeared on King Zhenan's shoulder.

Mu Chun frowned and realized that King Zhen'an's injured right arm had recovered by 30%, but the powerful true energy in his body was burning.

The towering tree swept towards the sky. At such a distance, Mu Chun could not avoid it.

Bang!

A heavy blow landed on Mu Chun's already traumatized chest.

Immediately, the armor shattered, blood surged, revealing bones, and the beating of the heart like a war drum could be heard.

puff!

Mu Chun's mouth spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and he said in disbelief: "How is that possible!"

King Zhen'an said with a ferocious smile: "Now that you're here, don't leave. The demons have a long winter and it's a bit difficult."

Mu Chun laughed and said, "If you want to keep me, I'm afraid you can't!"

Mu Chun's thoughts moved slightly, and dozens of murderous auras filled the air from the soul-swallowing spear, which penetrated into King Zhen'an's body. Immediately, King Zhen'an's face changed dramatically, and dozens of large and small veins in his body were cut off at this moment.

King Zhen'an held back the severe pain, exerted force to the left and rear, and broke free from the shackles of the spirit-swallowing spear.

Just as he was about to breathe again and fight again, Mu Chun in front of him had disappeared.

On the ground battlefield, Qi Han was still fighting to the death with Huang Ye. There were dozens of bloody grooves with bone-deep traces left on Qi Han's body, and there was also a oozing wound on Huang Ye's face.

Huang Ye had a slight upper hand, but it was not easy.

On the battlefield, both sides attack and kill each other, and neither has any obvious advantages or disadvantages.

Suddenly, Mu Chun fell from the sky, and a magnificent sound wave spread on the battlefield: "Retreat the troops!"

After giving the order, Huang Ye swept across with his sword. The infinite violent sword intent spread over the mountains and seas, covering the battlefield in front of him. Qi Han held the spear in his hand and struck angrily, but it only broke most of the swords. There was still a small amount of sword intention that spread on the battlefield, and when it was about to destroy the surrounding Spirit Tribe soldiers, King Zhenan descended from the sky and roared, shattering all the sword intention.

After hearing the military order, the demon wolf cavalry quickly and decisively withdrew and headed north.

When Yan Che and Wei Mo saw this, they were about to give orders to pursue them in pursuit of victory, but they heard King Zhen'an mutter: "Don't chase the poor enemy."

The sound of the wind grew stronger, stirring up boundless blood and energy.

Qi Han's eyes were slightly confused, and the battle ended suddenly.

He looked at King Zhenan's blood-soaked appearance and vaguely understood.

The two Wuji strong men were fighting each other, and both had reached their limits.

Yan Che immediately came to his father and was about to open the space vessel to take out the elixir when he heard King Zhenan say with a complicated expression: "Go and see how Yuwen Jun is doing. It's best not to let him on my chariot." Die from exhaustion of energy and blood!"