I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 82 The advantage is mine
Leng Wuqing pressed his chest and felt his heart beating very fast. His frozen blood began to flow again, and his self-esteem, which was about to be broken, began to stick together again.

She actually didn't really think that Bai Xuan could make it here.

I just hold on to a glimmer of hope, it is the desire to survive that is at work.

But when he really came here, even though she couldn't be saved, she still felt a sense of redemption, at least it allowed her not to regret it.

She straightened her chest and back and looked at Yuwen Jie, who was looking astonished, with a bit of mockery.

"How can it be……"

Yuwen Jie was distracted for a moment, and he wanted to rub his eyes to see if he was hallucinating.

For the first time, his expression revealed surprise and surprise.

But the next moment he tensed his expression again.

This was just a minor accident.

So what if he comes?
After running thousands of miles continuously and facing multiple assassinations and ambushes, how much energy would be left?

Just relying on willpower to hold on!

It looks scary, but it's actually already shaky and ready to fall down with just a push!
He roared loudly: "Everyone listen up, move, kill the man in white riding a horse!"

A kerosene barrel on a ship was ignited, flames rose, and Yuwen Jie's roar and the neighing of his black horse tore through the twilight at the same time.

Hundreds of elite soldiers from the Northern Dynasty lurking on the merchant ship simultaneously noticed the young man in white walking through the sea of ​​fire.

……

Bai Xuan traveled for a whole day and ate and drank on horseback.

He brought four horses, and three of the best ones died from running.

The last remaining black horse didn't have much strength left.

After speeding all the way, his body should have reached its limit long ago, but Bai Xuan did not feel tired at all. Instead, he felt a little excited because he saw the finish line.

The process of rushing thousands of miles is boring in itself. If it is during the march, it is a double drain on spirit and endurance. But as long as you can reach the destination, these losses are just a small price to pay.

At his age, achievements and honors are not important; what matters is the joy of the heart.

The wind blows so fast from a thousand miles away.

At the same time, his military career had already tempered his will. Bai Xuan had long been accustomed to conserving his strength and maintaining his condition on horseback. After all, the key to marching was how to quickly prepare the formation and then launch a surprise attack. The mobility of cavalry was a series of devastating charges, and this was especially true for light cavalry assaults, which had to be fast.

Therefore, when he saw the finish line, he mobilized all his mental and physical energy and unleashed all his accumulated potential.

Yuwen Jie's judgment was obviously wrong.

He took it for granted that anyone who had pursued him for thousands of miles would be exhausted and at the end of his strength, and that he only needed to send people over to surround and kill him.

Quite the opposite is true…

Bai Xuan is at an unprecedented peak at this time.

Even stronger than before.

Along the way, they had to deal with assassinations, encirclements, and ambushes.

Every time he passed a level, he accumulated an unparalleled momentum.

The whole day of rushing had already slightly dampened the momentum.

However, this situation directly awakened his memory of killing when he passed through the Soul-Breaking Gorge last night, and further awakened the Champion Marquis's battlefield instincts.

He was not afraid of being surrounded and attacked on the battlefield because he was too familiar with it.

And here is the burning ferry, with ships piled together and flames devouring everywhere like a monster that can never be full.

In such a chaotic scene, there is no room for any deployment of troops. No matter how well-trained the legion is, it will be as difficult to maneuver here as if it were stuck in a quagmire.

Instead, it is a hunting that suits him.

However, Bai Xuan did not intend to slowly wear down these troops here, because the ships were leaving the ferry, and he had to quickly determine a path in this chaos and then reach the target location directly.

"Fire arrows!"

Hundreds of arrows were shot into the chaotic fire scene.

But it was meaningless. The air flow in the fire was turbulent, and Bai Xuan was surrounded by the fourth level of wind-riding magical power, so any arrow would deviate from its trajectory.

But others didn't know that this group of archers who almost never hit the target watched helplessly as their arrows brushed past the body of the young man in white as if taking a detour, and the other party didn't even have the slightest intention of avoiding, and each of them looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Don't stop, keep shooting!"

"Stop him!"

Oil can projection.

After landing on the boat, a raging fire immediately broke out. The road ahead was blocked, and if we continued forward we would crash into the sea of ​​fire - this was not a flat land, and what was more terrifying than the flames was the loss of vision.

Several elite soldiers hiding on both sides rushed out almost simultaneously, holding long-handled weapons, one aiming at the horse's belly and legs, and the other aiming at the horse's back, cooperating with each other tacitly.

Bai Xuan suddenly pulled up the reins, and the black horse raised its front hooves high, stepped down with all its weight, and landed heavily on the burning wooden floor with all four legs.

The ship suddenly sank, and at the same time, this violent movement brought with it strong wind pressure, and the raging fire was directly pressed to the ground, unable to raise its head, but poured to both sides like a puddle.

The soldiers lying in ambush on both sides were suddenly engulfed by the raging fire. The flames rushed into their faces, burning their noses and mouths in the high temperature, and blinding their eyes. They immediately lost their combat power, and all their attacks were stopped before they could be launched.

The black horse continued to gallop forward, fearlessly and fearlessly, ready to die.

Bai Xuan continued to search for available paths, watching the merchant ship go further and further away.

He drew his bow again, but this time he aimed not at a man, but at the burning mast of the ship, which was already nearly broken.

Da da da--!
The black horse's vitality was aroused, and it jumped up and hit the mast. The heavy mast made a sound of breaking under the heavy weight, and tilted forward, forming a road leading to a height of ten meters, with a sea of ​​fire burning below.

Bai Xuan jumped up on the horse's back, and the black horse behind him turned into a burning meteor.

Passing through layers of obstacles and the entire sea of ​​fire, the man in white fell from the sky and hit the center of the merchant ship.

When it landed, the sword tip pierced through the meat shield formed by three death warriors. The rising sword light of Jiang Chengzi condensed the blood beads into red arrows, and the blood splashed as the sword tip swept across, just like a celebrity splashing ink while drinking and writing calligraphy.

The moment the famous sword drank blood and let out a dragon's roar, the armor of the surrounding elite Northern Zhou soldiers broke at the same time.

Bai Xuan half-knelt on the ground, and the sword blade circled 360 degrees before circling around his fingertips.

The remaining elite soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty on the merchant ship stared at the sword with their throats rolling.

They could all feel a chill running down their spines, a shudder they had never felt even when fighting on the battlefield.

Bai Xuan took a step forward. Everyone took a step back simultaneously.

Fear has already arisen, and it will only continue to grow until it crushes courage and backbone.

Among the retreating crowd, Leng Wuqing fell to the ground, like a reef exposed after the tide receded.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something, but many words were on the tip of her tongue and she couldn't bring herself to say them.

My thoughts are confused and my emotions are confused.

Then she said something that made her feel stupid.

"How did you get here..."

When a person is in a state of extreme shock, the brain will not function at all.

In response to Leng Wuqing's nonsense, Bai Xuan also responded with some nonsense.

"Of course I came here on horseback."

...Didn’t you see the cool move my buddy made just now?

He raised his eyebrows, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, wait a moment, I'll talk to you about other things after I finish that."

Without waiting for Leng Wuqing to reply.

"Stop playing dead."

Bai Xuan raised his sword and pointed it forward: "You have the ability to steal people, but you don't have the courage to say anything?"

The Northern Zhou soldiers were afraid of the sword and the man holding it, and they all moved away from the direction of the sword.

Directly in front of the sword, the fire on the shore illuminated Yuwen Jie's brilliant face.

The expert ranked 91st on the Human Ranking had a stiff expression on his face, his teeth clenched, and his eyes were filled with surprise, astonishment, confusion, and doubt... There was even a hint of fear that he himself was unwilling to admit.

Putting yourself in his perspective, it is not difficult to imagine what it feels like at this moment.

Originally in the Jiang family compound, he didn't fight when he met Bai Xuan, and he almost fell over and was killed by a sword.

Afterwards, they took the hostages and fled all the way to the ferry, relying on underground currents and waterways.

In order to prevent being caught up, he hired a magic killer at a high price and sent elite soldiers to ambush.

Even at the risk of setting the ferry on fire...

After doing so much, even a master would most likely be tripped up and even afraid to go too deep.

However... all of them are useless.

It's all a waste of effort.

He still caught up.

Chased for a thousand miles.

The chase lasted two days and one night.

He broke through layers of obstacles, fought his way through the Broken Soul Gorge, killed three demonic assassins worth thousands of gold, and now he broke through the sea of ​​fire and the siege of hundreds of elite soldiers... and just jumped in front of him like that.

He even had some energy left and killed more than a dozen people as he landed... as easy as mowing grass.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and couldn't fake it, he would have doubted whether he was insane.

He had seen top-level grandmasters who could move freely on the battlefield, but he had never seen anyone who could do that at the young age of twenty.

"Oh shit……"

"How can there be someone like you?"

Yuwen Jie covered his face, and for a moment he completely failed to control his facial expression, his expression was full of excitement.

"Are you a human or a ghost... No, what kind of monster are you!"

"The son is silent and his strange power confuses the gods."

"Are you still studying Confucian classics? Why are you pretending to be a scholar?" Yuwen Jie's expression was ferocious and his eyelids were twitching wildly.

"No, what I mean is... I don't want to talk. I just want to use my strength to beat you unconscious."

Bai Xuan flexed his wrist and walked forward step by step: "I also promised the deceased Song Qingtang that only one of us can survive."

Yuwen Jie let out a long breath and used his mental skills to force himself to calm down.

Yes, even now, he is not at the end of his rope.

Even though he was injured, he still retained a certain level of combat power.

The ship has sailed out of the ferry and is heading towards the Northern Dynasty!

And the supporting master is already halfway.

Everything is going in a good direction.

The advantage is mine!

"Do you really think that you can force me into a dead end with just you and a sword?"

Yuwen Jie sneered and tried to boost his momentum.

But this momentum seemed very empty in front of Bai Xuan.

"Aren't you already at a dead end?"

Bai Xuan's tone was as cold as river water, and his words sounded like a prophecy and declaration.

"Next, I only need to plunge this sword into your neck, and everything will be over. As for the outcome you desire, becoming a noble or a prime minister, and having your name recorded in history, I guarantee with the sword in my hand that it will never come to pass."

"……it is good!"

Yuwen Jie uttered a word slowly and with hatred, almost gritting his teeth.

He drew out the Silver Snake Sword with a clang, his voice carrying a hint of hysteria and sharpness, appearing fierce but weak on the inside.

"Then let's see who will die tonight!"

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(End of this chapter)