Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 615: A Breakthrough

Wei Xuan took the initiative to find Song Shi.

At that time, Song Shi was wielding a spear in a cleared space.

A stick in the moon, a sword in a lifetime, a gun in a lifetime.

In modern times, this statement is different. It is true that the rapid development of prosthetic technology has given cold weapons room to play again, especially in urban street fighting environments. But at this time, the "spear", which once ranked first on the battlefield, is far inferior to swords and axes.

Prosthetics represent high-speed mobility, and cities represent reinforced concrete environments. With the combination of the two, the disadvantage of the inconvenience of wielding a spear is constantly magnified, while the advantage of attack range - why don't I just shoot?

Unless the user of this spear is extremely powerful and can easily crush the steel structure poured with cement, but at this point, the type of weapon is just a choice of preference for him, and it doesn't matter what he uses.

The same goes for myself.

Since his debut in the previous life, he has always chosen a configuration that mainly consists of long swords and firearms, supplemented by technical equipment. But as his psychic powers gradually became stronger, the latter two were gradually abandoned, and he turned to fighting with swords.

In this situation, I have to practice using the spear temporarily.

Wei Xuan stood aside for a while, looking at the gun shadows in front of him that were almost in a line and whistling in the strong wind, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

"Your marksmanship has improved?"

The gunfire stopped immediately.

Song Shi let the heat from his body rise and condense into white flakes. He let go of his spear, glanced over, and found that it was a familiar face.

It was the young man with whom he had a brief conversation before. His blazing eyes were quite eye-catching among the group of defeated soldiers.

"All kinds of martial arts are connected at the physical level." After taking a look at the other party, Song Shi said casually: "Their roots are in the feet, they start from the legs, they are controlled by the waist, and they are shaped by the fingers. If you master one method, you will master all methods. Once you master one method, it will be much easier to practice the others."

"Also, training in the hottest days of winter and the coldest days of summer is essentially a kind of muscle memory imprint, which is what we call knowing with the brain is not the same as knowing with the hands."

Song Shi stretched out his hand and slowly clenched it into a fist: "But Ling. Uh, the fifth level of the sky is a kind of power that comes from the self. My body is not only a carbon-based structure, but also takes into account the reflection of the heart."

“So once I know what to do, my body will respond quickly and it will form muscle memory quickly.”

"——Tell me." Song Shi folded his hands: "What do you want me to do?"

Although the other party spoke a series of words that he couldn't understand, Wei Xuan still understood the general meaning. He straightened his face and raised his hands: "I am Wei Xuan, the captain under Commander Wang. I heard that you are gathering people to prepare for a fight with those lackeys of the upper sect."

"You want to come?"

"Yes." Wei Xuan bowed again and said in a deep voice: "The upper sect's pursuit force is strong, and we are weak. There is no chance of winning in a head-on battle, but if we continue to drag it out like this, we will still be dead."

"Dead end?" Song Shi was very interested: "Are you questioning Captain Xiao's strategy? You know, with just this sentence, I can take you down on the spot."

"I'm not questioning you, I'm just telling you the truth." Although he said no, Wei Xuan stared at Song Shi's eyes without moving: "The enemy has two thousand cavalry alone! If we hadn't been concerned about the sword of the captain, they would have jumped on us and devoured us."

"But no matter how powerful the commander is, he was seriously injured in the Liyuan battle, and he has been running around these days. It doesn't look like he can recover. If it drags on, once the commander shows signs of fatigue, the entire army will be destroyed in an instant."

"There is no chance of winning in a head-on battle, but a small-scale confrontation is promising. The good men of the Beitian Army are not all dead yet!" Wei Xuan clasped his fists heavily, his eyes sparkling: "With a brave man like you leading the charge, please allow me to follow and boost the morale of the army!"

Song Shi didn't comment: "Well, you punch me."

Wei Xuan was stunned for a moment, then he immediately got into position and punched forward.

Song Shi grabbed the fist with one hand, but this time it was a full-scale attack. The opponent pulled his hand back instantly, took advantage of the momentum to bully him, and raised his elbow to push forward.

With a dull thud, Song Shi took a step back without changing his expression. Instead, the other party grinned - the elbow is one of the hardest parts of the human body, but in the collision just now, the other party's chest was as hard as a block of iron and could not be shaken at all!

"It's quite powerful." Song Shi assessed the touch: "What have you eaten?"

Wei Xuan rubbed his elbow and said respectfully, "The commander-in-chief once gave me half a box of tiger bone invigorating ointment."

Song understood clearly.

In mythology, there are often legends about warriors bathing in dragon blood and thus gaining some of the dragon's power, but then growing dragon scales, breathing flames, and having vertical pupils. These are essentially primitive and uncontrollable genetic erosion effects.

The "Tiger Bone Strengthening Cream" used by the young man in front of me is probably something similar, a classic genetic modification technology.

No wonder the man's appearance is still in the category of "burly", but his strength exceeds that of a normal strong man by a large margin.

"You'll be included. We'll set off in two hours." Song Shi said concisely: "Bring all your weapons with you."

"Leader!"

——Two hours later.

As we approached the Da Nishan area, the terrain gradually became undulating, as if a god had sprinkled handfuls of seeds on the ground, giving birth to large tracts of lush forests.

Captain Xiao tried to lead the remnants of the Beitian Army into Da Ni Mountain and use the terrain to block the pursuers. The latter's commander naturally saw this and had been sending cavalry to harass them while urging his troops to march faster.

If it weren't for the fact that the envoy from the upper sect would rather split the cavalry into small groups to harass the enemy, rather than personally lead 2,000 cavalry to accomplish the goal in one battle, this Nan Tian Army would never have been able to get so far!
The sky was gloomy as it is in winter, and tiny flashes of lightning were appearing in the gaps between the thick clouds.

The messenger from the upper sect [Lingxiao Tianfeng], Bi Qing.

The man looked down, but didn't see much useful information.

In order to avoid being hit by Xiao Changlie's flying sword, he deliberately stayed high in the sky. There were dense forests below him. In addition, he was not proficient in the "yuan magnetism" of thunder magic, so he could not rely on magnetic field detection.

With the combination of the three, even the third level cannot be fully understood.

never mind.

Anyway, there are enough mortals on hand this time, almost ten thousand, a difference of several times. As long as they catch up, they can drown the remnants of the Beitian Army!

The only thing we need to pay attention to is Xiao Changlie's flying sword.

But that's better.

He hoped that the other party would attack more, causing more injuries and lowering his condition, so that he could safely take the other party's head - what's the point of killing more mortals? At most, he would get a light compliment.

But if he could capture a third-level realm master, especially a famous Xiao Changlie, the sect master might even want to see him! While Bi Qing was thinking, the cavalry sent out from below were still galloping hard.

After more than a dozen generations of breeding and improvement, the "Xionghuncong" can still leap and move quickly in the mountains and forests. The cavalry pulled the horses and intentionally made thunderous hoof trampling sounds, trying to break up the front formation first.

The effect is quite obvious.

Hearing the life-threatening sound of horse hooves coming from behind again, the Beitian Army's originally stretched-out formation suddenly dispersed. Although it managed to avoid a direct collapse due to the full efforts of officers at all levels, a lot of riots broke out.

The distance of several hundred meters was within reach in an instant for dozens of cavalrymen riding the Evil Soul Horses. However, they also restrained themselves a lot and no longer advanced recklessly as before. They always kept a distance that was neither too far nor too close, drawing their bows and shooting.

This time they even brought rockets soaked in kerosene, and shot them specifically at the baggage wagons. The strong bows and powerful arrows pierced through the felt cloth and wooden boards, and ignited the food and other supplies inside.

——Xiao Changlie, it’s time for you to move.

Thousands of meters in the sky, Bi Qing's eyes glowed with silver light, and the lightning in his palm became more and more intense.

Continuing to bleed like this would be tantamount to chronic death.

At this moment, the Beitian Army's formation suddenly broke up, and a group of cavalrymen, also numbering more than 50 people, counterattacked!
Well come!
Upon seeing this, the cavalrymen on the Shangzong side were not worried but happy. They drew their bows and shot a burst of shots. Several of the cavalrymen who had rushed out fell down immediately. In such a short while, the distance between the two sides was within a hundred meters!

The leader of the Beitian Army was a man with a strong physique. He held a spear and easily deflected the arrows. He was ready to charge into the battle alone!

In an instant, the opponent separated two people and came forward fearlessly. It was obvious that they were also masters who had reached the second level. Learning from the lesson of the last time when their leader was killed alone, they sent two people to support them this time.

However, the winner was decided almost at the first sight!
The three long-handled weapons collided with each other violently, but the two that combined their strength were the ones that were overwhelmed. The two sides fought each other for more than ten times in a breath. The burly man's martial arts were unparalleled. If the warhorse under his command was not as good as the fierce soul horse, he would have almost smashed one of them's head!
Don't kill the horse first?
Bi Qing reacted instantly and realized that this group of people not only wanted to disperse, but also planned to steal the evil soul!
At this moment, a loud bang broke through the sky.

What was even more eye-catching than the loud noise was the sudden cracking of the ground!
On the Shangzong side, a cavalryman dressed in ordinary clothes burst out with extraordinary strength. Veins on his forehead bulged, and he pressed down on the big man a hundred meters away. The ground under the latter cracked and a large amount of mud and rocks burst out as if with life, turning into a terrifying mud python as thick as a bucket and wrapping around him.

Another master of the second level! An ambush intentionally hidden!

Sweep.

With a loud laugh of "I've smelled the mud for a long time!", the long spear made of black iron swept back and forth, and with unparalleled violence, it crushed the mud python to pieces. In the next moment, blood mist burst out from the strong man's body and gathered on the long spear, piercing through the opponent's chest like a thunder!

At the same time, a fierce javelin was thrown at the cavalryman who commanded the mud python. It was a young man with angry eyes and wearing bronze armor. The cavalryman, who was about to attack again, paused and called on the mud and rocks to protect his side to deflect the javelin.

As a person who follows the path of "heaven and man", even if he has reached the second level, his physique is not as different from that of "gods and demons" and mortals. If he is hit by this powerful spear, he will still be seriously injured.

And the next moment, the mud and rocks turned into a rain waterfall that was powerful enough to penetrate gold and split rocks, and it swept past with a loud bang!

Even though he was mentally prepared and buried his body in the horse in advance, the blow still instantly shattered the warhorse, flesh and blood exploded all over the sky, and Wei Xuan rolled to the ground in a very embarrassed manner.

The moment he landed, the gravel-covered ground suddenly softened and turned into mud and sand, as if dozens of slender hands were tightly holding his feet.

Drag it underground?

No, these slender mud hands were clearly trying to crush Wei Xuan's legs!
——But Song knew it!

At the moment of piercing the opponent's chest, Song Shi used his spear as a pole and his horse as a pedal with his perfect strength skills. He seemed to fly into the air and jumped onto the evil soul horse that had just lost its owner.

Just as the latter was about to neigh and tremble, a big hand pressed down on its head, and ferocity and murderous intent intertwined, turning into an order that could not be disobeyed.

After knocking over the corpse of the cavalryman and catching the spear from him, Song Shi did not hesitate and threw it at the second-ring [Dayuan]. This attack was much more fierce than Wei Xuan's. It penetrated the mud and stone barrier in an instant, forcing the opponent to lower his head in embarrassment before he could dodge.

"kill!"

Song Shi shouted loudly, without even looking at the reactions of the others, he clamped his legs around the Xionghuncong and rushed towards the cavalry formation alone.

The sky and earth darkened for a moment.

Faster than the rumbling thunder is a flash of lightning that tears through the atmosphere!

It was not aimed at a specific person. Countless lightning bolts gathered into a storm and smashed into the entire forest with a radius of dozens of meters, including Song Shi.

Wherever the thunder passed, the atmosphere was easily pierced, leaving behind the smell of ozone. A blow from a third-level realm cultivator, even just one lightning bolt, could break iron armor and burn a person into charcoal.

The next moment, a scarlet light streaked through the sky, rushed straight up, and shattered the thunder waterfall - the remaining electric light that overflowed and splashed towards the array was taken over by the other two second-level realm masters of the Beitian Army.

"Bi! You guys lost this battle! Do you still want to stay here?"

A roar without any trace of decadence echoed in the sky, and along with it was a criss-crossing red light. It was like an insurmountable wall, blocking Bi Qing in front of him.

The latter's face turned ugly, and he did not answer. Lightning flashed around him, and beams of lightning arrows formed and were thrown downwards, but were broken one by one by the flying sword.

The situation below was already clear. The burly man put on the stolen Xionghuncong, like a bird with wings. He rushed to the front alone. Every time he took off the short spear on his back, it meant that a cavalryman fell off his horse - within a range of fifty meters, the power of his javelin was comparable to that of a heavy crossbow that required several people to operate!
The man was covered in blood mist. At first glance, he looked like a Shura who had just crawled out of a sea of ​​blood. He was so powerful that no one could stop him.

Even the remaining two masters of the second level clearly showed signs of retreating, and they withdrew without looking back. Of the more than fifty riders who came here, only a pitiful dozen were left!
"——Don't chase after a desperate enemy."

After a few breaths, Song Shi grabbed the evil soul horse, raised his hand to stop the people behind him whose faces were flushed, and watched the cavalry gradually disappear from his sight.

Still too weak.

As the effect of adrenaline gradually weakened, intense pain surged up from all over his limbs, Song Shi thought to himself.

None of Zhang Er's five spiritual skills can enhance endurance. On the contrary, maintaining [Blood Evil] requires extra physical strength. He felt his condition decline after killing for a while.

"Sir!" After being hit by the mud and rock waterfall, Wei Xuan's bronze breastplate was torn through, and the broken pieces of armor and flesh were mixed into a piece, but his face was full of uncontrollable excitement: "We won! We--"

Boom.

Thunder, louder than any before, interrupted all speech.

Looking at the flying sword that was constantly shaking and even emitting a few wisps of black smoke, Bi Qing slowly withdrew his hand.

"Xiao Changlie, if it was you in your prime, it wouldn't be so difficult for you to take this blow." He put his hands behind his back and said condescendingly, "You won? You won by taking this blow from me? Okay, then I'll help you win a few more times. I guarantee that you'll win until you don't want to win anymore."

Without waiting for a reply, a streak of lightning quickly faded away, leaving only a faint voice echoing in the sky, lingering for a long time.

“You can’t reach the Great Mud Mountain.”

(End of this chapter)