My Heaven-Defying Spirit

Inside the Da'an border city, countless soldiers were constantly shooting arrows.

The old man who was originally calm and composed now looked extremely solemn. He stared at Ji Duhou who was commanding the army.

"Haha, I haven't been injured for a long time."

Touching his shoulder that was pierced by an arrow, the old man pulled out the arrow nonchalantly, without showing any expression in his eyes.

But at this moment, Ji Duhou, who was not far away, frowned, because at this moment he saw that the injured part of the old man not far away was gradually restored to its original state.

"If you can shorten my lifespan, none of you will survive today!"

At that moment, a hint of red light flashed in the old man's eyes. The immortal look in his eyes was no longer there. He rushed towards the army with a mad look on his face, and it seemed that his goal was to take Ji Duhou's head!

The old man in the distance disappeared from his original position in an instant, and then the neatly arranged soldiers were seen being "scattered everywhere" by a strange force.

"General, leave quickly!"

Just as Ji Duhou came to his senses, he saw the old man rushing towards him. When the old man was only a finger's length away from Ji Duhou, Ji Duhou, who wanted to leave the spot, found that he could not move his body.

"Oops!"

At this moment, Ji Duhou suddenly felt something was wrong. Along the path where the old man had just rushed past, as soon as the soldiers came into contact with the old man, those who were closer were shocked to the point of spitting blood and their bodies collapsed, while those who were farther away were also knocked unconscious by the old man's extremely fast airflow!

At this critical moment, Ji Duhou felt a long sword slashing across his throat, and this sudden change frightened Ji Duhou so much that he took a few steps back.

At this time, the old man saw the long sword coming and retreated a few steps.

The long sword cut through the air, accompanied by a sound of airflow, and then drew an arc in the air, and then pierced into the sand.

"General, hurry up!" The adjutant ran towards Ji Duhou anxiously, and hurried forward to support Ji Duhou who had not yet recovered.

"This sword has a strong aura of evil, I like it"

The old man didn't even look at the adjutant, but just stared at the sword that the adjutant had just thrown and was now stuck in the ground, with greed in his eyes.

Just as the old man was moving slowly towards the sword, when he was a few meters away from the sword, his body suddenly sank.

He stared at the sword in front of him in shock, because he felt the immense pressure from the sword. Generally speaking, it was impossible for mortals' things to cause pressure on him.

As for the arrow wound he had just received, it was just something he did on purpose for fun.

He adjusted his breathing to dispel the pressure from the sword, and when he wanted to reach out and take the sword in his hand

The sword that was originally lying quietly on the ground suddenly emitted a red light. Then, the scabbard in the adjutant's hand shot out in a hurry, merged with the sword body stuck in the ground, and then flew back to Ji Duhou's hand.

"How can it be!"

The old man was about to get the sword, but the sword slipped away from under his nose. How could he tolerate this?

"Hurry up and give me that sword!"

The old man stared at Ji Duhou not far away with an angry look.

At this time, Ji Duhou had already come to his senses. He was a little surprised to see the sword flying back to his hand. This sword was given to him by Master Ming in his early years.

It is said that this sword was made by a master from Kunlun Mountain at the request of Master Ming's father. Ji Duhou risked his life to save Master Ming's life. In order to thank Master Ming, Master Ming gave him his most precious weapon.

Originally, Ji Duhou had never used this sword on the battlefield, firstly because it was more of a collection than a practical use. Although the sword was very sharp, it was dispensable to Ji Duhou. After all, it was given to Master Ming by his father.

Although he had saved Master Ming's life and Master Ming had given him the sword, Ji Duhou was always thinking about returning it to Master Ming.

"Report!" At this time, a soldier on Ji Duhou's side came to Ji Duhou with an excited look on his face.

At this time, the two sides were on the verge of a fight, but how could this soldier not know that if there was no great good news, why would he come to report to Ji Duhou?

"Master Ming has returned to the city!"

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