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"Will... "General ?" Seeing that half an arrow had shot out from his chest, Shen Yuan revealed an expression of disbelief and fear. He reached out his hand, instinctively wanting to grab Yuan Cheng but unfortunately, before he could even touch Yuan Cheng, his body had already limply fallen to the ground.

Seeing that, Yuan Cheng's face also changed from fright. He did not even notice when and where the arrow had come from, if it was aimed at him, he would probably be the same as Shen Yuan, and would not be able to sense it until the arrow pierced through his body.

After all, Shen Yuan had been following him for many years, and seeing him die miserably under the arrows of the enemy, Yuan Cheng felt both shock and grief. He turned around and looked around, and at the same time, asked with a stern voice: "Who's secretly releasing cold arrows, if you have the ability then come out and fight with this marshal!"

Just as he finished speaking, a person walked out from behind a nearby tent.

This person was black from head to toe, and his entire body was covered by pitch black spirit armor. In his hand, he was also holding a Purplish Gold.

Seeing the appearance of the enemy, all the hair on Yuan Cheng's body stood up. He did not need to use Arts of Clairvoyance, he only felt the aura and Spirit Pressure that the enemy had released, he could already determine that he had met a strong enemy.

He raised his spirit sword and pointed it at the approaching person as he loudly shouted, "Incomer!"

"Feng Country, Jiang Fan!" The General of Feng Country of the Black Spirit Armor reported her name without any change in her tone.

He said it casually, but in Yuan Cheng's ears, it was as if five thunderbolts had struck him, causing him to be dumbstruck. How could he have met one of the four great generals of Feng Country, Jiang Fan? What should he do?

There was no need to fight, just hearing Jiang Fan's name was already enough to chill his heart.

He was confident in his own Spirit Force, but that would depend who he could compete with. He was confident in being able to win against ordinary Feng Soldier, but against Jiang Fan, he did not even have a ten percent chance of victory.

Yuan Cheng's eyes darted around as he suddenly shouted to the three remaining guards beside him, "All of you, attack! Kill Jiang Fan! "

When the three guards heard this, they nearly vomited blood. The enemy in front of them was not ordinary Feng Army, but was Jiang Fan someone they could kill? However, because of Yuan Cheng's order, the three of them didn't dare to disobey. They could only bite the bullet and slowly move closer to Jiang Fan.

Seeing the three guards slowly approach Jiang Fan, Yuan Cheng, who was behind them, did not even bother to greet them before he turned around and ran. Without even turning their heads, they only heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind them. The faces of the three Mo Army guards turned ashen, and the hands that picked up their swords were trembling.

"If I were you, I would throw away my weapon and surrender!" Jiang Fan didn't even look at Yuan Cheng who was fleeing in panic, his cold eyes sweeping past the three guards in front of him.

The three guards looked at each other, paused for a moment, then shouted out at the same time. They raised the swords in their hands high up and slashed towards Jiang Fan's head.

Rustle! Three rays of cold light were suddenly engulfed by a golden light. As if they had been struck by lightning, the bodies of the three guards went rigid and unmoving for half a second before their stiff bodies fell to the ground at the same time. Looking at them again, all of them had their throats slit.

As for Yuan Cheng, he didn't even hope for his three bodyguards to really injure Jiang Fan, as long as they could disrupt his vision and create a chance for him to escape. However, he had only run for less than ten steps when he heard an ear-piercing screech from his eardrum.

The sound was like a saw blade cutting through glass. Upon hearing it, one would feel as if an invisible hand was rubbing their heart, causing them to feel an indescribable discomfort and a sense of oppression. Yuan Cheng didn't even know what was going on when a stabbing pain suddenly came from his calf. Soon after, he lost all feeling in his leg, and his forward running body couldn't help but roll forward like a rubber ball, only stopping after he ran five meters away.

Before he could check what was happening to his calves, two legs suddenly appeared in front of him, two legs that were covered with Black Spirit Armor s. He laid on the ground, and slowly raised his head. At this moment, who else but Jiang Fan was standing so close to him?

"Huh?" Yuan Cheng cried out in fear. Subconsciously, he grabbed his spirit sword and pierced towards Jiang Fan's abdomen.

He was fast, Jiang Fan's arrows were even faster. The Purple Gold Arrow carried a gust of wind and accurately nailed it onto the arm holding the sword, with a great force, it instantly pierced through his arm and along with it, the arrow flew out from the bow and embedded itself deep into the ground, nailing Yuan Cheng to the ground.

"Aiya!" Yuan Cheng let out a heart-wrenching scream. His body that was lying on the ground curled up into a ball, and he trembled in pain.

Right now, Yuan Cheng's calves and arms were pierced with arrows, and both pierced the bones as well. The severe pain that came rolling in at him made his vision turn black, and his head spin.

Seeing Yuan Cheng, who was unable to climb back up from the ground, Jiang Fan put the Purplish Gold Bow in his hands behind him. His tone was still as calm as ever, and he asked indifferently: "You call yourself this commander, so you must be Yuan Cheng?"

Yuan Cheng gasped for breath as he struggled to raise his head. Looking at Jiang Fan's ice-cold gaze, he clenched his teeth and asked: "So what if I am? Jiang Fan, if you want to kill him, go ahead and give this marshal a quick death ? "

"I'm looking for you!" As Yuan Cheng was only wearing his middle clothes and barefooted, Jiang Fan was still unable to determine his identity. At this time, Yuan Cheng had admitted it himself, and he had saved Jiang Fan the trouble. He took a step forward, raised his arm, and gave Yuan Cheng a heavy punch on the cheek.

Pow! The punch landed solidly, shattering the spirit armor on Yuan Cheng's face. The latter let out a groan as her eyes lost focus, and she fell into a semi-unconscious state.

Seeing that he had lost the ability to resist, Jiang Fan then removed his Purple Gold Arrow from Yuan Cheng's body and kept it inside the quiver. Then, he picked up Yuan Cheng with one hand and walked towards Tang Yin with big strides.

Yuan Cheng's capture was like the final straw that broke the camel's back. Under the pincer attack from the Feng Army s, the Mo Army was already in great disarray without any pattern. Now that the main marshal was once again a captive in the Feng Army s, the loss of the Mo Army s was even quicker.

When the two lines of Mo Army that were closest to him rushed over to reinforce him, the two hundred thousand strong army of Yuan Cheng's group had already dispersed under the pincer attack of over seven hundred thousand Feng Army.1

When the Commander of the Second Army heard that Yuan Cheng had been captured, he was even more shocked. Not only did he give up trying to save them, he even led his own Member and did not return to his own camp, directly retreating towards the south.

Now, even if they wanted to run, their Feng Army would not stop. With Tang Yin's direct order, the entire army followed suit, and they had to defeat the main force of Mo Army no matter what.

From the three paths of Mo Army, Central Army supported by Zhenjiang, Central Army supported by Tian Yang, and Sishui supported by Sishui, a total of six hundred thousand people were chased over fifty kilometers by seven hundred thousand Feng Army.

In truth, the strength of both sides was about the same, their Mo Army s were mainly lost in terms of morale. Yuan Cheng's side lost too quickly, catching the other three armies by surprise, and at the same time, lost the will to continue the fight.

Seeing that the Feng Army was following closely behind, and was unrelenting, it seemed as if he would not rest until he had caught up with his own side.

Rather than being chased to death by Feng Army, it was better to fight with our lives on the line and fight to the death with Feng Army. Perhaps, we might even win this battle!

Their analysis was not without merit. The entire army would certainly be exhausted from the long journey here. Since the Battle-tested Army had been trapped for more than ten days, logically speaking, they should also be starved to death. After thinking about it carefully, this kind of Feng Army was actually nothing to be afraid of.

After Wu Wu Wu, Gao Zong, and He Cong had finished discussing, they gathered their subordinates and arranged themselves in a battle formation in a plain fifty kilometers away from Chang City, taking the stance of fighting a decisive battle with Feng Army.

Naturally, the Feng Army side would not be afraid of them, and the entire army would respond. This time, it was not Battle-tested Army who was leading the charge, but the Ninth Army, with Cavalry Regiment in front and infantry legion at the back.

They had cavalrymen on their side, and there were even more horsemen on the Mo Army side. There were horsemen on all three sides of the road, and there were at least a hundred thousand of them in total.

From a distance, seeing Mo Army sending out their cavalry to fight, the Ninth Army's Commander Qi Heng sneered in his heart. He turned his head to look and wondered why the King had not given the order to attack yet.

At this time, Tang Yin was observing the formation of Mo Army. Seeing that the Mo Army was the same as his own side, and that the cavalry was placed in front of the formation, he frowned. Their own side's cavalry was not easy to come by, if by chance, they were restrained by the light cavalry of Mo Country, then the losses would be too great.

Tang Yin was clear that using cavalry to fight against infantry would give him an absolute advantage, but against cavalry, it was hard to say who would win. Moreover, with Cavalry of Mo Country's bravery and fame, even if he was not a match for his Ninth Regiment, there was only one explanation for it right now!

Due to his concern for the Cavalry of Mo Country, Tang Yin did not give the order to attack for a long time. He wanted to think it through, but Qi Heng couldn't wait any longer. Just as Tang Yin was thinking this to himself, Qi Heng's Deputy General, Shi Lexuan, rushed over and arrived in front of Tang Yin. Great King, the General Qi sent a general to ask, when will our army be able to fight? "

Tang Yin was the commander of a troop. If he did not give out an order, Qi Heng would not dare to act rashly.

Seeing that it was Shi Lexuan, Tang Yin raised his eyebrows. Shi Lexuan was not a man of the wind, but a man of few people. He was of the same background as Qi Heng, a bandit who had always been on Qi Heng's left and right hands. As the proverb goes, one person gets on the path, one person gets on the path, one dog rises to the sky, Qi Heng becomes the commander of the Ninth Army, his bandits and brothers got his attention, Shi Lexuan was one of them.

Tang Yin did not have a good impression of this person, but in order to rope Qi Heng in, he had turned a blind eye to the matter of him reusing his trusted aides, and did not ask any further.

He asked Shi Lexuan: "Did you see that? Mo Army has also sent out many cavalrymen to take the lead, do you have the confidence to defeat Mo Country's cavalrymen? "

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