Three generals.
The soldiers formed a battle formation, arranged in an orderly manner, like a thick python, slowly moving through the mountains.
Liu Er was riding a yellow horse and was rubbing the black yellow sword in his hand.
This sword was thick and edgeless, the sword body was earthy yellow, and the surface was distributed with black textures, like the root veins of the earth.
The hilt of the sword is black, with circles of earthy yellow rings, distributed at intervals, containing the meaning of precipitation and protection in the way of the earth.
Ning Zhuo presented the Huang Mother Stone to Liu Erxuan, and the national craftsman Jin used the weapon drawings provided by Liu Er to create it.
This is not a magic weapon, but a weapon.
Magic weapons focus more on the use of spells, while weapons contain the art of war, and the laws of war mostly act on people and things, exerting positive and negative influences on them (them).
Spells and the art of war are difficult to compatible, and basically you can only choose one of them as the content you create.
As far as practical application is concerned, the monks will not forcibly let spells and the art of war be gathered in one magic weapon. It is too difficult and too costly.
With these resources, it is better to create magic weapons and weapons separately!
Liu Er held the hilt of the sword, feeling the weight and power of the Xuanhuang Sword, and in a trance, he seemed to be able to feel the pulse of the earth.
"It is indeed a weapon made by Jinli himself."
Liu Er couldn't put down this weapon, and he knew very well that he had made contributions this time and fought on the battlefield, relying more on this sword.
In the shadow of him and his mount on the ground, a pair of eyes quietly opened.
It's Wu Hen!
Wu Hen's eyes were full of black bloodshots, looking weird and gloomy.
Wu Hen observed Liu Er and was quite speechless.
Obviously, the Xuanhuang Sword has no blade, it is a protective treasure. Liu Er held the hilt of the sword in one hand and groped the blade with the other, how could Wu Hen attack?
I couldn't find a chance at all.
If Wu Hen acted alone, he might choose to continue to observe, waiting for Liu Er to put the sword into the scabbard and reveal the flaw.
But now, Chen Lingfeng and many other Jindan monks are waiting for him to do it.
Wu Hen decisively gave up Liu Er and jumped between the figures, sometimes waiting for the moment when the monk's figure came into contact with the figure of the surrounding woods and rocks to transfer.
Ordinary stealth techniques simply can't be as good as him.
This is because when the soldiers of the Three Generals Battalion marched, they were all in a state of formation, and the military power was flowing, and the army was organized, which had the power of national defense.
Few stealth techniques can flow between them. Most of the monks with a hand came to serve as scouts, and they could only take risks to get close to a certain distance and look from a distance.
Wu Hen searched all the way and found a strong man in the middle of the team.
This strong man was eight feet long, with a thick and short neck, a black beard like a steel needle on his face, and a golden elixir aura, it was Zhang Hei.
Zhang Hei rode on a black horse, holding a riding whip, and did not sneak with the army, but stood on the side of the road to observe the military appearance.
Once he saw that some monks were slow, distracted, or lazy, he would directly whip them and curse loudly at the same time.
"Move quickly!"
"Were you still lazy when you formed the formation?"
"Hey! How dare you stare at me?!"
Zhang Hei treated disobedient soldiers and his temper seemed quite hot. The leather whip made the soldiers scream continuously, but it did make the soldiers alert, and their movements became more numb and standard, maintaining the stability of the long snake formation.
Wu Hen watched from a distance and did not approach.
Seeing Zhang Hei constantly whipping the soldiers, he was very speechless.
Zhang Hei was indignant, his breath was rolling, and he was tense, and he was not in a good state to sneak attack at first glance.
At this moment, Zhang Hei's leather whip suddenly stopped, only pointing with the riding whip, cursing in his mouth, and restraining himself a lot.
While Wu Hen was wondering, he saw a carriage coming along the procession.
When the carriage drove in front of Zhang Hei, the small window on the carriage opened, revealing a young monk with a fair face and bright eyes.
The young man said to Zhang Hei in a helpless tone: "General Zhang, I heard your beating and scolding from afar, are you whipping the soldiers again?"
Zhang Hei quickly denied: "Where, where. Since the military advisor complained to my eldest brother, I hardly do such a thing."
The young man shook his head: "Listen to General Zhang's meaning, it seems that you still complain about me?"
Zhang Hei denied it again: "How is it possible!? The military strategist naturally thinks about our army, and my old black has always been thinking about the good of the military strategist. Look at my black snake spear, how can I make it without the treasure materials given by the military strategist?"
"Alas, General Zhang should take care of himself." Ning Zhuo let go of the curtains and returned to being alone.
A magic circle was arranged in his carriage, and the space was the size of a room, not as small as the outside world seen.
In the entire Three Generals Battalion, he is currently the only person with such special treatment. Even the three generals of Liu Guan and Zhang of the Jindan level were riding foundation-building level war horses.
Wu Hen's heart moved: "Is he Ning Zhuo?"
Comparing it slightly with the information in his heart, Wu Hen confirmed his guess.
As soon as he changed his mind, he immediately followed the huge shadow of the carriage, quietly clung to it, and unknowingly got into the carriage.
Wu Hen: !?
As soon as he entered the carriage, he was shocked.
I saw Ning Zhuo sitting against the wall of the car, looking down at the classics.
To his left stood a mechanical ape, dressed in heavy armor, exuding strong blood.
On the seat to his right, there was a mechanical doll, in the form of an adult woman, with the aura of Jindan.
Whether it is a mechanical ape or a female doll, they all make Wu Hen feel bad about provoking.
What he cared about the most was the palm of the female mechanical doll, holding a long mechanical scythe.
From this mechanical scythe, Wu Hen sensed the Tao and principle that he was very familiar with.
That is the truth about "strangeness".
"Night Rain Demon Soldier?!"
"And it's still an unusual night rain demon soldier!"
Wu Hen's heart was pounding, and it was difficult to calm down.
Relying on the particularity of his own practice techniques and spells, he was able to sneak into the camp of the three generals, and he could sneak into the Immortal City of Canglin to inquire about information.
This is because the exercises and spells related to monsters are difficult to understand and even more difficult to practice.
Therefore, the vast majority of monks lack understanding of it and are difficult to understand, so it is naturally difficult to prevent such doorways.
Compared with successful practice, a more practical and feasible method is to collect relevant Dharma weapons, study them, and use them.
Therefore, since the Night Rain Emperor, there have been many monks who have the power to extensively collect the Night Rain Demon Soldiers.
Wu Hen held his breath and carefully left the carriage.
The female mechanical puppet exuded the aura of golden elixir, and was holding an absolutely unusual night rain demon soldier, Wu Hen had no confidence at all, so he went to sneak attack Ning Zhuo.
Even if the sneak attack is successful, the spells he relies on will no longer have the advantage he had in front of the scythe.
Once it is contained and the entire army gathers around, can Wu Hen still escape here alive?
He sneaked in to create military exploits, not to commit suicide!
Therefore, Ning Zhuo is not a suitable target for attack.
Wu Hen left the carriage with a slight embarrassment and followed the team all the way until he reached the end of the team, where he saw Guan Hong.
Guan Hong sat on a red-maned horse, not rubbing his weapon, the blood dragon sword, nor scolding the soldiers, but ...... Comb your beard.
His beard was thick, eight feet long, black and shiny, and he could almost drag it to the ground while walking.
Guan Hong would take out a period of time every day to take care of his long beard.
Seeing this, Wu Hen's heart was shaken, and he finally found a suitable target!
He immediately dived into the shadow of the red-maned horse and brewed silently.
Spell - Traceless Silhouette!
At this moment, the shadow under Guan Hong's body suddenly expanded, and Wu Hen drilled out of it.
His face was withered and pale, his long black hair was disheveled, and he was dressed in a black robe, which was in tatters. The edges of the black robe and the ends of his hair were all attached to shadows, forming a disconnected connection between him and Guan Hong's figure.
Wu Hen's mana gushed out of his hand, turning into a pair of scissors and cutting it fiercely at Guan Hong's neck.
If this is cut tightly, Guan Hong's head will be cut off like a shadow.
At the critical moment of life and death, Guan Hong's heart jumped sharply, and he was captured by an extremely strong sense of crisis.
At the same time, the soldiers marching behind him saw Wu Hen and exclaimed.
Guan Hong didn't have time to turn his head, his consciousness condensed, and he observed Wu Hen, who was undetectable before.
He "saw" Wu Hen was about to cut his neck, so he subconsciously raised his right arm and took the initiative to meet the scissors.
Reflected on the ground, Guan Hong's raised right arm touched each other with the front end of the scissors in advance.
Guan Hong suddenly felt heartbroken!
Wu Hen, on the other hand, felt that the scissors were stuck in the flesh and blood, making it difficult to pull them back.
He could only make mistakes and close the scissors openings.
Rao is a tough guy like Guan Hong, and he also snorted in pain, and the wound on his entire right arm was revealed, and the huge wound almost cut off his right arm directly!
He had a lot of combat experience, and without thinking about it, he pulled out the blood dragon knife with his left hand and aimed it at Wu Hen.
Wu Hen laughed strangely and went directly into the horse's shadow.
Knife technique - Baizhang chasing life!
The blood knife light locked on Wu Hen and disappeared into the horse's figure.
At the next moment, Guan Hong's mount, the red-maned horse, whined and suddenly self-detonated, blood and flesh flew wildly, and the sword energy scattered wildly.
Guan Hong had obviously locked Wu Hen, but he mistakenly slashed on his mount.
He was injured a lot, and instead of counterattacking Wu Hen, he killed his mount!
After Wu Hen made a move, he immediately followed the shadow and moved wildly.
Many spells smashed to the ground, leaving him unhurt in the slightest.
After a dozen breaths, he successfully escaped from the enemy army and showed off his strange demeanor.
And because the soldiers attacked Wu Hen one after another, the team was in chaos, causing the long snake formation of the three generals to operate poorly, revealing a lot of flaws.
Seeing this movement, the digital Jindan monks who had been waiting outside took action together!
In an instant, several spells smashed at the soldiers of the Three Generals Camp from four directions.
The three generals' battalion had always been in a state of formation, and they reacted instantly.
Liu Er and Zhang Hei shot at the same time, each intercepting a spell in mid-air.
Guan Hong was injured, and his shot was slowed down, only intercepting half of it.
Ning Zhuo ordered Yuan Dasheng to make a move, and only took on most of the magic power.
There were two or three spells left, which hit the soldiers and killed them on the spot...... More than 30 monks.