Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Yang Zhentian understood what was going on in the distance. This was a one-on-one duel.

He was deeply impressed by the bravery of the young warrior and said slowly: "General's Order!"

"Dong Dong Dong..."

Hundreds of war drums on Wangfu Ridge were struck at the same time, and the impassioned "General's Order" was struck.

Then there was a response on Duoshi Peak, and the General's Order was also struck.

The sound of war drums began to sound from the heavens, and the war drums on both sides echoed each other.

Yang Zhentian was holding the sound transmission stone in his hand and was about to speak when suddenly a deputy general ran over and said, "General, the young man below is called Yang Sanlang, the third son of Old Man Yang."

He knew Old Man Yang, a veteran of the Zhenxi Army, who had followed Yang Zhentian's father to fight east and west.

It is said that brothers fight tigers together, and fathers and sons fight in battle. In the world, Old Man Yang's two sons also joined the Zhenxi Army. In the last two wars, they killed many heavenly warriors and have become legendary figures in the Zhenxi Army.

After the great battle ten days ago, Yang Zhentian personally met with Old Man Yang and promoted him to lieutenant, commanding a force of the Jinwu Guard.

Yang Zhentian did not expect that the last survivor on the battlefield was actually Old Man Yang's son.

He immediately followed the nearby mountain path and walked in.

Old Man Yang and his two sons were shouting "Sanlang" and "Sandi", but the distance was too far, and the lonely young man could not hear it at all.

Er Zhuang, who had a bad temper, would have rushed down the mountain if he had not been stopped by a dozen soldiers around him.

Seeing Yang Zhentian coming, Old Man Yang said sadly: "Marshal, that's the little boy Sanlang!"

Yang Zhentian patted Old Man Yang's shoulders heavily, handed over the sound transmission stone in his hand, and said: "Do you have anything to say to him?"

Sanlang Yang slowly tore off a piece of bloody cloth from his clothes, and tightly tied the handle of the scimitar with his right hand.

His movements were very slow, very slow. The eyes of the Zhenxi Army and the Heavenly Realm warriors were all on him, but no one urged him. Even Hua Wuyou was watching him quietly.

After he had done everything, he finally looked at his enemy, a person from the Heavenly Realm who was taller than him and looked no different from him.

He heard the general's order coming from the mountain behind him. The drumbeats made his blood boil and he forgot his timidity.

He felt that his life was worth it.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind him.

It was his father's voice! His father did not call his name, but was just singing the ballad that suddenly became popular recently.

"Have you not seen the Han Zhongjun, who was young and wanted to be a captive.

Have you not seen the Andingyuan, the light cavalry in the remote area urged the battle.

Have you not seen the horse racing, the vast yellow sands reaching the sky.

Have you not seen the thousands of cavalry, vowing to defeat the strong enemy and get out of Yingguan.

A man should go to the national crisis, and cut the enemy with a long sword before his blood has dried.

Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, why should we wrap our bodies in horsehide..."

"Father! I am unfilial and cannot take care of you in your old age and see you to the end of your life!"

He looked back at the direction of Wangfu Ridge, knelt on the ground with a click, kowtowed three times, then stood up, turned around, raised his scimitar and rushed towards the Tianren warrior.

The long sword in the Tianren warrior's hand was four feet long, while the scimitar in Yang Sanlang's hand was only a saber less than two feet long.

People often say that an inch longer is an inch stronger. An inch shorter is an inch more dangerous.

Born in a military family, Yang Sanlang naturally understood this truth. He avoided the long sword that the Tianren warrior saw, and slammed into the Tianren warrior's body, then raised the scimitar and chopped at the Tianren warrior's neck.

The Tianren warrior was extremely agile, and quickly stepped back two steps, dodged Yang Sanlang's sword, and kicked Yang Sanlang in the lower abdomen, directly knocking Yang Sanlang to the ground.

The Tianren warrior did not give Yang Sanlang any chance. Seeing him fall to the ground, he stepped forward and chopped down the long sword in his hand quickly.

Yang Sanlang rolled on the ground, dodged the long sword, quickly turned over, and rushed to the Tianren warrior again.

Due to the weakness of the weapon, he had to rush to the front of the Tianren warrior, otherwise there would be no chance of winning.

Seeing Yang Sanlang rushing over, the Tianren warrior turned the handle of the sword, and the blade cut horizontally, trying to cut Yang Sanlang into two pieces. Yang Sanlang relied on the flexibility of his body to duck and avoid.

Just as he dodged, the opponent's knife flashed again, so he had to resist with his scimitar. The two of them wielded weapons and fought each other in front of the army.

The sound of the war drums became more and more urgent, and the fight between the two became more and more intense. Yang Sanlang knew that if he continued like this, he would have no chance at all. He just wanted to drag someone down with him before he died.

So, seeing the opponent's blade coming again, he did not dodge again, but just turned sideways, and the long knife passed through his back, bringing up a blood mist.

The severe pain almost made Yang Sanlang faint, but his strong fighting will allowed him to stay a little sober.

After taking this knife, he rushed forward quickly, and the long knife of the Tianren warrior had not had time to withdraw, and at close range, the advantage of the long knife was not as good as the short knife.

Yang Sanlang endured the severe pain, and took advantage of the moment when the opponent had no time to return the knife, and stabbed the chest of the Tianren warrior with a knife, and twisted it hard, and the light in the eyes of the Tianren warrior immediately dissipated.

He drew out his scimitar and chopped it, and a round head flew up.

Yang Sanlang grabbed the round head, walked to the Zhao battle flag, and hung the head on the flagpole.

When the Zhenxi Army on Wangfuling Ridge and Duoshi Peak saw Yang Sanlang kill one of them and hang the enemy's head on the flagpole, they immediately started shouting "Wind! Wind! Gale!" to cheer Yang Sanlang again.

Heavenly beings and humans in the human world are all aloof gods. At this moment, Yang Sanlang beheaded the enemy, which greatly boosted the morale of the human soldiers.

Gu Yuqi's face was ashen. He originally planned to kill this young man one on one in front of the human army to make the human soldiers lose their morale. Unexpectedly, this young man actually chopped off the head of the celestial warrior. He waved his hand, and another celestial warrior got off the six-legged beast. This celestial warrior was much taller than the one just now. He was not wearing armor. He was covered with thick hair and beards. It seemed that every muscle contained with strong force

quantity.

Hua Wuyou said calmly from the side: "Young man, it's still too late for you to surrender now."

Yang Sanlang saw a look of despair in his eyes when he saw the tall, bearded man, but he still did not give up after all.

He held the scimitar tightly and murmured in his mouth: "Light fur and long sword, fierce horses singing wildly, loyalty to the liver, righteousness and courage to strengthen the mountains and rivers..."

Then, he let out the loudest and last roar in his life, and rushed over regardless of his own safety.

Hua Wuyou sighed softly, but there was a strange look in his eyes. He looked at the sky and whispered to himself in a voice that he could only hear: "Evil God, maybe you are right. I, Hua Wuyou, sincerely hope that you can change the rules of the Three Realms and force that old monster once again. Only by making concessions can I fully believe that it can be defeated. "