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Chapter 1011: The Duke of Zhenguo "Solo Kills" Commander Longxiong
"General Meng, you, the golden-armored god of war, may be brave, but I'm afraid you can't resist Suzaku's Burning Sky Bow."

Su Ye shook his head slightly, and before he finished speaking, a crimson Vermillion Bird arrow rose from Vermillion Bird's waist. Just as Rushou's golden axe blocked an arrow of Hundred Birds, the crimson energy on the Vermillion Bird Burning Sky Bow suddenly surged.

A scarlet arrow transformed into a red bird, chirped crisply, and pierced directly through the gap in his golden armor, exploding an orange-red rain of fire on his back.

The golden-armored general staggered to his knees, his Golden Axe of Creation deeply embedded in the earth.

"An arrow flew across the sky, blazing the world with brilliance. It really lives up to its reputation!"

Meng Zhang glanced at Suzaku, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then he said with a look of "sigh".

"Meng Shuai is joking."

Su Ye suddenly chuckled, and the Chunjun Sword was completely unsheathed. The moment the tip of the sword touched the ground, some Yin-Yang disciples behind him, led by Yue Shen, who were wearing Yin-Yang robes, stretched out their hands, and then the entire battlefield suddenly shook violently.

The loess beneath Ruoshou suddenly collapsed, and the golden-armored god instantly fell into a deep pit, while Suzaku took the opportunity to float back.

"The Duke of Zhenguo is very calculating."

The Star Sword in Meng Zhang's hand was also unsheathed, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Su Ye, and the Dongzhu on the Star Sword made a dragon roar.

The two swords pointed at each other from a distance, stirring up the morning mist ten feet away. There were cries of surprise from the Yulin Army - Meng Zhang's Xingdou Sword actually gave off the shadow of a green dragon, while Su Ye's Chunjun Sword condensed bursts of sword light.

"Haha, thank you for the compliment. Please accept my sword, General Meng!"

Su Ye suddenly chuckled, and the Chunjun Sword turned into three blue lights.

"clang!"

The edge of the Star Sword in Meng Zhang's hand trembled slightly, the sky-blue energy on the Star Sword surged, and the sword shadow spread out in the morning mist like splashed ink.

As soon as the blue light of Su Ye's Chunjun Sword touched the sky-blue energy, it disappeared without a trace like a drop of water in the sea.

At the same time, as the two men's figures intertwined, the Xuanwu Guards and Flying Tiger Cavalry around them had tacitly formed a circular human wall, covering up the confrontation between the main generals and shielding the outside world's gazes towards this side.

In the field, Su Ye's sword moved lightly, and the tip of the Chunjun sword suddenly turned into three cold stars, heading straight for Meng Zhang's Jianjing, Quchi, and Yangxi acupoints.

Meng Zhang, however, seemed to have foreseen the future and moved sideways. The azure energy on the Azure Dragon Arm Guard condensed into substance, and struck the sword tip, making a sound of metal and stone. Su Ye's palm was slightly numb, and the sword tip was deflected by half an inch.

"Meng Shuai has great tactics!"

Su Yelang laughed, stepped on the ground with his feet, and his figure suddenly turned into three afterimages. Then he shook his wrist, and the Chunjun sword in his palm turned into a three-inch green light, and the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the opponent's throat.

The action seemed fierce, but the surrounding Flying Tiger Cavalry and Black Tortoise Guards could clearly see that the Duke of Zhenguo did not move at all, and was clearly waiting for the other party to take the attack.

The corner of Meng Zhang's mouth twitched, and the sky-blue energy on the Qinglong arm guard flickered. Then he deliberately exposed a flaw, and the tip of the Chunjun sword just brushed the arm guard and passed over his shoulder, bringing up a string of sparks.

With a "clang" sound, Su Ye's wrist was numbed by the shock, and the sword tip slanted and cut off half of Meng Zhang's sleeve.

Then when the two men passed each other, Su Ye's fingertips flicked the sword's spine again, and the Chunjun sword made a long and clear sound. The sword light soared into the sky like a silver dragon, leaving a light white sword mark on Meng Zhang's right arm.

"Forehead"

Looking back at the damage he had caused, Su Ye scratched his face, looking a little embarrassed.

Although the Chunjun Sword in his hand is one of the ten famous swords, and it has a strong effect of breaking the Gang, but there is a big gap between his own strength and Meng Zhang, the top war god in secret. Therefore, even if Meng Zhang deliberately does not resist him, Su Ye, who is still at the level of a god general, still finds it difficult to cause harm to Meng Zhang by relying on his instinctive Gang Qi to protect his body.

When Meng Zhang on the opposite side saw this scene, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then he silently suppressed his own internal energy and removed all the internal energy protection on the surface, which allowed Su Ye to leave some non-fatal wounds on him.

"Oh, Meng Shuai is injured!"

Su Ye pretended to be surprised, but the sword continued to move forward mercilessly. Meng Zhang groaned and staggered back two steps. The sky-blue energy flickered, showing signs of collapse.

He pressed his right rib with his right hand, and strands of golden-red blood seeped out from between his fingers, leaving a strange totem on his black battle robe.

"Duke Zhenguo's swordsmanship is divine. I admire him."

Meng Zhang's face turned pale. Suddenly, he put his fingers together and swept the sword. The Star Sword flew out of his hand and stuck diagonally into the yellow earth five steps away.

Su Ye's Chunjun sword was already at his neck, the blade reflecting the cold sweat on Meng Zhang's forehead. Just as he was about to take another step forward, he suddenly saw Meng Zhang blinking his left eye at him very quickly.

Su Ye's heart moved slightly, and the edge of the sword suddenly froze. Meng Zhang took the opportunity to retreat violently, but staggered deliberately when turning around, with half of his body leaning on Qiao Shefei who was rushing over.

"Help me return to the battle formation."

He spoke in a low voice, but a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Qiao Shefei, who had been watching the show silently in the back, looked at the two's slightly "poor" acting skills, shook his head helplessly, and then quickly stepped forward and "just right" supported Meng Zhang's staggering body. The mane of the Purple Dark Horse swept across Meng Zhang's boots, splashing a few drops of blood and mud.

Then the signal of "the commander-in-chief is injured" was quickly transmitted among the Flying Tiger Cavalry, and the ink-black iron armor surged like a tide, engulfing the two figures.

"withdraw!"

Meng Zhang suddenly shouted in a low voice, and he tore off the curtain of the command platform with his backhand. The black silk fell like a waterfall, just covering Su Ye's instantly relaxed brows. The surrounding Flying Tiger Cavalry understood, and the black iron armor surged like a tide, surrounding the command platform tightly.

Qiao Shefei beside him also understood what he meant, and used his sword to poke three "sword wounds" on Meng Zhang's shoulder. Then he rolled up his black cloak, and when he unfolded it again, it was covered in blood.

Su Ye stood with his hands behind his back, his Chunjun sword leaving a winding trail in the blood mud. He looked at Meng Zhang being helped onto Mo Lin's horse, and the smile on his face deepened.

The surrounding Xuanwu guards raised their black iron shields in tacit understanding and shouted in unison. The sound of heavy armor colliding was like thunder rolling across the battlefield. In the gap of the shield wall, he saw Meng Zhang suddenly leaning on Qiao Shefei's shoulder, with blood leaking from between his fingers, dripping onto the mane of the opponent's Zi Mingju.

Meng Zhang retreated hastily surrounded by the Flying Tiger Cavalry. Every three steps he took, he used his internal energy to stimulate his internal organs, causing him to continuously "vomit" blood, as if he had suffered internal injuries.

"Meng Shuai, don't leave!"

Su Ye suddenly stood up, and the eight snow unicorn horses in the chariot neighed and were about to chase. The Suzaku Burning Sky Bow was already half loaded with a rocket, but it suddenly deviated from the aim when Meng Zhang "dangerously" climbed onto the horse.

Meng Zhang raised the command flag while shaking on his horse, and the Flying Tiger Cavalry's rear army suddenly exploded with sulfur bombs, and an orange-red rain of fire poured down on their heads.

Su Ye "unexpectedly" raised the large black shield. The shield was covered with scorch marks, which were exactly the marks left by the Suzaku arrow.

"The Duke of Zhenguo is so brave!"

At the right moment, a thunderous shout like a tsunami came from the surrounding Xuanwu guards. Su Ye then put the bow back into the sheath with a "still unsatisfied" look, and chuckled as he watched Meng Zhang's receding back.

(End of this chapter)