The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 391 Leaving the battlefield, the situation suddenly changes

On the battlefield.

Wu Yunsheng, with an expressionless face, suddenly exerted force with his arms.

He lifted the catapult that was more than ten meters high.

Bang!

After smashing the catapult in his hand into another catapult, he looked around:
"Anyone else want to get in the way?!"

The soldiers standing in front of him, holding sharp weapons, glanced at the corpses piled on the ground.

Then, the soldiers roared and rushed towards Wu Yunsheng at the same time.

Wu Yunsheng leaned his elbows back and swung his fists suddenly, and a torrential rain of fist shadows instantly rushed towards the oncoming crowd.

After a while, the soldiers who suffered heavy casualties were forced to make way.

Looking at the soldiers gritting their teeth, Wu Yunsheng spoke to them:
“We just want to leave here and go to the Hao Clan to pick up our family.

As long as you don't stop us, we don't want to do anything to you or to the innocent people in the Hao Clan."

Seeing that no one said anything, Wu Yunsheng waved his hand to signal the slave soldiers behind him to leave quickly.

Seeing this, the blood-stained and panting slave soldiers did not rush to leave.

After they helped up their injured companions, they slowly walked towards the passage leaving the battlefield.

When the Hao warriors who were attacking the slave soldiers from behind saw this, they were at a loss as to what to do.

The rear has been completely penetrated by these slave soldiers. Should they fight now or not?

At this time, a slave soldier patted the shoulder of the Hao warrior who was blocking the way.

"Please let us go, we need to go home."

Looking into the slave soldier's eyes, the Hao warrior turned around and was unable to swing the long sword in his hand.

He sighed and stepped aside.

"Let them go. It's better to kill more enemy warriors than to waste energy on them."

However, the Hao warriors around the person who spoke were unwilling to let go of the slave soldiers who were leaving.

"What if they return to the Hao clan and take revenge on the clan members?!"

"Why should we take revenge on you?"

Hearing this, a younger slave soldier tilted his head and looked into the eyes of the Hao warrior and asked.

"Because, because, because."

Of course, it’s because the Hao clan has never treated their slave soldiers as human beings.

However, for some reason, the Hao warriors were unable to explain the reason that everyone knew.

“Brother Wu said that we are always bullied because we don’t want to fight.

If you don't want to resist, you have to endure injustice.

Don't worry, we won't retaliate against you.

Everything that happened to us was ultimately not caused by you or the Hao clan, but by our cowardice.

It is our cowardice that makes the world unfair to us.

Fortunately, Brother Wu met the God of War and learned from him how to resist and fight.

Today we have abandoned cowardice and found something to fight for.”

"What's your goal?" The Hao warrior clenched his sword and growled.
“Injustice, everything that makes us feel unfair, is what we want to fight against.

Just now you were unwilling to let us go.

To us, it is unfair.

At this moment, you are willing to let us go.

If injustice disappears, we won't have to fight you.

Similarly, as long as those people from the Hao clan do not prevent us from taking our families away, we will not fight with them.

As for the injustice in the past, it was all due to our cowardice and has nothing to do with you."

Looking at the grinning slave soldier, the Hao warrior dropped his right hand holding the knife.

"go!"

As one slave soldier raised his head and shouted, all the slave soldiers began to roar.

"go!"

"God of War bless you!"

"Every battle will win!"

"Change the world!"

The slave soldiers were in an uproar, and the Hao warriors looked at each other in bewilderment.

This was the first time in their lives that they had encountered such a situation.

The game ended in a draw, but they felt like they had lost.

On the high platform.

Hearing the shouting not far away, Deng Youwen looked towards Sikong Wan.

"What's happening next is related to Qin Zhiming, right? What exactly do you two want to do?" Sikong Wan, who was controlling the twenty-four Taoist masters, said nothing and directly cancelled the Taoist magic [Mountain Guarding General].

The next moment, the energies of good and evil surged, and the platform glowed with golden light.

Taoist magic [Breaking the Mountain]!
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On a high slope.

Yi Nian's face changed drastically and he looked up suddenly.

A giant axe formed by golden light gradually occupied his pupils.

Staring at the falling magic, Yi Nian hurriedly used his mind to contact the thirty-nine monks nearby who were holding up magic weapons.

hum!
Three monks who were blessed by the Buddhist magic [Angry Vajra] and [Mingwang Town Guardian of the World] jumped high and attacked the giant axe.

Bang!
Three golden lights collided with the axe blade.

The golden light exploded instantly and turned into countless falling light spots.

Looking at the axe blade that paused slightly and continued to fall, he gritted his teeth and threw away the short staff in his hand.

Swish!
The green snake-like short staff squirmed and turned into a hundred-meter-long green snake that crashed into the axe blade.

As the axe and the green snake were in a stalemate, Deng Youwen roared at Sikong Wan who was casting the spell:

"Are you crazy? Cancel the [Mountain Guarding Magician]?! Cast [Mountain Breaking Magician]?!
Do you know that Buddhism is too far away from us? We cannot bring out the full power of [Broken Mountain]!

You are wasting both good and evil energy by doing this!"

"I know, I did it on purpose."

Sikong Wan raised the corners of his mouth and cast a spell again.

In an instant, another huge golden axe shaped like a mountain appeared.

The two golden axes collided, and the green snake that was fighting against the first golden axe was broken into two pieces.

boom! ! !
The golden axe fell, the high slope collapsed, and dust and fog filled the air.

Looking at this scene, Deng Youwen felt worried instead of happy.

He looked at the twenty-four extra mummies at his feet, then looked at Sikong Wan, who was bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Is it worth it to force the spell?"

“Twenty-four Taoist masters only resulted in the failure of the Buddhist spell.

You think it’s not worth it, but I think it’s worth it.”

“They failed to cast the spell, not died.

Next, they will definitely split into two groups.

Go all the way to support the companions who are trying to kill Hao Shen, and destroy the magic weapon used for casting spells.

There is nothing we can do to stop them.

Moreover, with so many people dead, we have no way to maintain [Fog and Smoke].

What if they win the championship? What will be your crime?"

Sikong Wan raised the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, Buddhism can't win the championship."

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In the white fog.

He looked at Xu Le who was walking towards Hao Shen without moving, and fixed his gaze on Qin Zhiming, whose life or death was unknown on the ground.

He squatted down and put his hand on Qin Zhiming's chest.

The heart is still beating, which means he is not dead.

Why isn't he awake if he's not dead? Is he in a coma?

Thinking of this, he reached out and wanted to pat Qin Zhiming's cheek to wake him up.

"What happened? Is the [Mountain Guardian] missing?"

He looked at the Dousi disciple who was speaking and the green light on his body disappeared.

Then, Budong found that the scriptures on his body began to slowly dissipate.

[Mountain Guardian] and [Angry King Kong] disappeared at the same time? Did something happen outside the White Mist?
The thought flashed through his mind, and he raised his hand and waved it towards Qin Zhiming's cheek.

Just as his right hand was about to touch Qin Zhiming, the circular light floating behind Qin Zhiming and the scriptures covering his whole body suddenly collapsed.

Stab it!

The motionless right hand suddenly stopped falling, and he looked down at the left palm that Qin Zhiming was stabbing out.

His chest was pierced.

“It’s the perfect time.”

Qin Zhiming grinned and smiled at Bu Dong.

(End of this chapter)