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Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters fierce battle Pingjiang(2/2)

Like an arrow from the string, it traversed the battlefield between the enemy and ourselves. It shot towards Wang Wei by boat.

"What?"

"Human——, look, that's a person..."

Zhu Biao wanted to attract the attention of both armies, so that he could kill Wang Wei and frighten the Zhou navy.

"Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow quickly..."

The generals of the Zhou navy who had already reacted shouted loudly, but were completely suppressed by the cheers from the Tang navy. The latter recognized that the figure walking on the waves was not his own commander.

A Zhou army warship rushed forward and blocked Zhu Biao's path.

How many people in the current Zhou army don’t know the power of Zhu Biao’s one-man force? He is less than thirty years old, but he has killed many master-level masters many times. Zhu Biao is famous in the Central Plains, not him

You can imagine it. No matter whether the reputation is good or bad!

And looking at Zhu Biao's current situation of riding on the waves, if this allows him to penetrate the warship and kill the general on the ship, is it still possible?

Zhou Jun naturally tried his best to intercept.

A "whoosh" sound broke through the air. Unknown how many sharp arrows were fired at Zhu Biao. The sky above his head was almost completely covered with black arrows.

This is really a waste. But if you can kill Zhu Biao, it will be ten times more wasteful. Who can say that you don't know?

Zhu Biao did not use "The Universe in His Sleeves" or "Flying Clouds and Flying Sleeves", he just used "Guishui Divine Art", which is the special skill of the water system among the seven channels of Qisha Sect.

Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, the Seven Evils and the Seven Cultivations, in addition to the Yin "Xuan Yin Zhen Jing", the "Guishui Divine Skill" is Zhu Biao's most profound practice among the seven meridians. His nature is water!

The river water under his feet was as if it was being stirred by a dragon. It was violently agitated, and the waves could fly up to a height of more than ten feet, completely wrapping Zhu Biao's entire figure. But this package did not completely cover Zhu Biao's figure.

Through the gaps between the layers of waves, you can still vaguely but definitely see it.

This gave the Zhou troops their last hope. Waves of arrows and crossbows shot at Zhu Biao, but thousands of arrows and crossbows were completely swallowed up by the endless waves.

Even the bed crossbow on the fighting ship, a feather arrow can only crush a wave of water at most. Not to mention those arrows and crossbows. Surrounded by the waves, Zhu Biao's speed did not decrease but increased directly to kill the fighting ship.

Down.

The bone-white sword light flashed, 'Boom, boom, boom...'

The wall a few inches behind the fighting ship was easily blasted open by the sword. Three gaps were opened. Each gap directly penetrated the secret water tank inside, and hundreds of tons of river water poured into the fighting ship. Just now, thousands of arrows were fired.

The battleships launched a salvo, and the bows of the ships immediately sank, and the buttocks of the ships quickly lifted up...

The fighting ship was hit by this, and the sailors on the ship suddenly suffered a great disaster, and screams came one after another. Then groups of sailors began to jump off the side of the ship, fell into the water, and swam out desperately. But it was still possible just like this.

Dozens of people were carried to the bottom of the river by the whirlpool picked up by the sunken ship.

When Zhu Biao stepped onto Wang Wei's boat, a general in heavy armor roared: "Kill, follow me. As long as you kill Zhu Biao, our army will win this battle, and the emperor will not

Stingy with rewards!”

"Kill, kill someone who can marry you!"

A large number of Zhou army sailors were either inspired or coerced by Wang Wei's personal soldiers. Anyway, they were hysterical with red eyes and rushed towards Zhu Biao along the strings of the boats on both sides.

But can these stop Zhu Biao?

Everyone knows it's impossible.

Water battles are not land battles. Martial arts masters, especially water masters, can play a far better role here than on plain battlefields.

Xie Jing was a brave general, wearing heavy armor, and took the lead to kill Zhu Biao. He stretched out his long sword and wrapped Zhu Biao's whole body with a whirring blade.

But the difference in strength between him and Zhu Biao was really too great. A light blue cloud emitted from Zhu Biao's body, forming a thick mass and rolling fiercely.

When Xie Jing slashed down with his sword, Zhu Biao, who had been keeping the bow of the ship motionless, suddenly waved his hand, and the light blue cloud began to boil, and a biting arctic cold instantly swept across the entire bow.

The knife remained motionless in mid-air. The man remained motionless on the deck.

Zhu Biao struck a blow and nearly a hundred people were frozen to death on the bow of the ship.

"Kill, as long as we kill the Zhu thief, we can all be promoted to three levels and be granted titles and titles!"

Wang Wei pulled out his long sword and howled crazily.

A force of energy spread around, like a layer of ripples rising out of thin air. All the wooden pillars of the cabin were broken, and dozens of soldiers fell into the water spitting blood. The splashing wooden needles and wood thorns were even more like shrinking

Like an arrow, it penetrates human flesh and blood.

Cries, howls, and the muffled sound of human bodies being smashed filled everyone's eardrums.

Miserable screams arose from the crowd. In just a moment, the blood on the ship soaked the deck and continued to flow down. From time to time, flesh and blood limbs fell from the ship.

Wang Wei's personal soldiers are absolutely elite and tough, and the sailors on the ship are also very strong-willed.

But when there were only about a hundred people left out of four to five hundred, no matter how stubborn he was, his heart was broken. Zhu Biao deliberately did not kill Wang Wei first because he saw that a large number of Zhou army warships had returned to rescue him.

He wants to show force and show his strength.

Therefore, Wang Wei stayed behind to kill him last, and first killed the courage of the soldiers on the ship.

The ship gradually became quiet, and various death wails could be heard. Zhu Biao succeeded, and he broke the courage of the Zhou soldiers.

In a boat with four to five hundred people, only two people, Zhu Biao and Wang Wei, were left standing. In addition to the dozens of wounded soldiers lying on the boat, there were only thirty or forty people who jumped off the boat and escaped.

There were Zhou navy warships nearby, but no officer dared to command the warships to actually come to the rescue.

They were afraid. The bloody warship frightened them. The billowing blood left on the warship and the red-stained river water frightened them.

Wang Wei was nailed to the ship wall by Zhu Biao, and a half-broken spear penetrated his shoulder and was nailed to the ship wall behind him.

Wang Wei looked at Zhu Biao fiercely, panting, but had no strength to struggle at all. While Zhu Biao was throwing the spear, the virtual point of "Xuan Yin Finger" had already sealed his acupuncture points.

Wang Wei can't even make a sound now, he can only express his hatred with his eyes. But the Zhou soldiers outside can't see his eyes, they just think that Wang Wei is completely frightened, and he doesn't dare to resist at all.

, wait for death!
Chapter completed!
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