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Wu Guang did not have any time to chat with Shi Xiao, he scolded him softly: "Don't waste anymore time, if we were to be surrounded by enemies, forget about you and I, both the princess and King Yu will be captured by them, will you be able to bear the responsibility?!"

After he finished speaking, he did not wait for Shi Xiao's response and jumped onto his horse. Taking off his Crescent Knife s, he covered himself with his spirit armor, transformed his long blade into a spirit sword, and separated the guards outside. Then, he charged straight towards the Blood Camp in front of him.

Just as he spurred his horse out of his own group, three Knights of Blood Camp appeared in front of them. These three, two of them had spears, one of them had a blade.

The blade wielding Blood Camp Cavalry Soldiers released the chaotic wind, the spear wielding Blood Camp Cavalry Soldiers released the Soul-chasing Thorn, the three of them formed the Spirit Blade s and the Spirit Thorn s that flew straight towards Wu Guang.

Wu Guang did not dodge, and poured Spirit Qi into his Spirit Weapon. The Spiritual Knife in his hand released a bright light, and then, Spirit Confusion whizzed out.

When the Spirit Blade and Spirit Thorn released by the opponent met the chaotic Spirit Blade, they instantly vanished into thin air. After that, the remaining Spirit Blade continued to fly forward without slowing down.

It was too late for the three riders who had just used their Spiritual Martial Skills to block it. As the Spirit Blade passed by, they looked at the three men who had been crushed into pieces along with their horses.

The two sides clashed, and Wu Guang killed three more soldiers from the Blood Camp. The people from the Blood Camp behind were all shocked, a thousand-man commander urged his horse to go past the soldiers under him, and arrived in front of Wu Guang. He sized him up, and shouted: "Come and call for the general!"

"Feng Country, Wu Guang!" Wu Guang revealed his name, then looked straight into the other party's eyes, and coldly asked: Who are you? Right now, he needed to delay the other party as much as possible in order to create enough time for the princess and the King Yu to escape.

The Captain was stunned at first, then gave a long "Oh", and said with a voice that did not fluctuate at all: "So you are one of the four great generals of Feng Country, Wu Guang! My Blood Camp, cold blade! "

Wu Guang was knowledgeable, and was able to tell that the person's name was not People of Chuan Country from just hearing the other party's name, but rather someone from Divine Pool.

He said in a deep voice: "As an expert of Divine Pool, why didn't you stay in Divine Pool and instead went to Chuan Country as an accomplice to fight? This is completely contrary to the way Divine Pool never interferes with the struggles of the various nations! "

Han Dao shrugged his shoulders and said, "Collecting money to help others get rid of their troubles is a matter of course. It has nothing to do with the concept of Divine Pool." While speaking, he raised the Spiritual Knife in his hand and said: "There's no point in speaking any further. Today, each of us will have our own masters. It is inevitable that we will fight to the death!"

Wu Guang nodded and said: "Blades and spears have no eyes, I apologize!" As he spoke, he urged his horse forward, and at the same time, he ruthlessly chopped out with his saber, aiming for the opponent's head. With a loud shout from Han Dao, he raised the Spiritual Knife in his hand and took Wu Guang's heavy chop head on.

Clang! The two blades collided, and a spark exploded. At the same time, a layer of dust shook the ground surrounding the two. Sand flew into the air, and the sky changed color.

Han Dao felt his arm go numb and the pain in his palm made him realize that Wu Guang was indeed worthy of his reputation. Whether it was his Spiritual Martial Cultivation or his own strength, he was a top-notch expert.

"You take one of my blades too!" As Han Dao shouted, both of his hands exerted his strength, slashing the Spiritual Knife at Wu Guang's waist. Without even thinking about it, Wu Guang parried with his blade, and with a loud clanging sound, Wu Guang and his horse took three steps back.

The two of them fought back and forth. As they fought, their horses circled around them, and they fought for over ten rounds. On the battlefield, the Spirit Pressure released by the two of them became heavier and heavier, and the area of effect became larger and larger. Gradually, the surrounding spectators were forced to continuously retreat.

The two of them had fought for more than twenty rounds. The more Wu Guang fought, the more courageous he became, but on the contrary, the more the cold blades seemed to be powerless, and the more hurried they became as time passed.

Seeing that the other party was no longer able to hold on, Wu Guang suddenly attacked. He roared and unleashed the Cross Blade Slash, and in that moment, countless Spirit Blade s erupted and formed a huge cross with their dense numbers. With an ear-piercing roar, they flew quickly towards the cold blade.

However, his cultivation was still slightly lower than Wu Guang's. His Spirit Confusion was unable to completely cancel out Wu Guang's Cross Blade Slash, and a small portion of the Spirit Blade s still managed to land on the cold blade.

Following that, the amount of Spirit Blade that he attacked increased in number, and the cuts became more and more, until they became cracks. Then, the round, one-foot long spirit armor on his chest completely shattered, and the Spirit Blade drew tens of bloody lines on his chest. The skin and flesh on his chest had been cut off to an entire layer, revealing his ghastly white sternum.

It was all thanks to his deep cultivation base and the tenacity of his spirit armor that he managed to defend against most of the Spirit Blade s. Otherwise, those Spirit Blade s would have been able to tear his chest apart.

Even so, Han Dao could not take it any longer. He cried out in pain and dismounted from his horse. The huge wound on his chest was so deep that it gave people goosebumps. He fainted on the spot in pain.

Seeing that, the surrounding Blood Camp soldiers were shocked, a dozen of people immediately rushed out, blocking Wu Guang, while others went to rescue Han Dao, pulling him back into their own camp.

When they brought him back, and then looked at the cold sabre, he had much to vent and little to breathe. It seemed that he was going to die soon.

"General, Big Brother Han Dao is about to die!" The Blood Camp soldiers all took out their Gold Sore Medicine, opened its lid, and scattered all over the wound on his chest, shouting at Tan Hui.

Tan Hui's expression was extremely ugly. He did not say a word, but the flames on the spirit spear in his hand had become even stronger, and even the temperature around him seemed to have increased by several tens of degrees.

Without waiting for Tan Hui to get on stage, another Captain called Dark Demon took the lead and rushed towards Wu Guang, ready to fight him.

This person used a spirit spear. His spirit weapon was on par with the cold blade. After battling bitterly with Wu Guang for more than thirty rounds, she had begun to show signs of collapsing.

Wu Guang used the same trick again and suddenly attacked with the Instant Blast Cross Cut. This time, the Dark Demon was well-prepared and did not dare to take Wu Guang's killing blow head on. In that moment of crisis, she threw off her horse stirrup and jumped to the side.1

"Pu!" Wu Guang's [Instant Blast Cross Cut] did not hit the Dark Demon King, but it had minced her mount into pieces. After the Dark Demon stabilized herself on the ground, he still wanted to fight back. Who would have thought that Wu Guang's second killing move would come again, it was the Blood Soul Chaser, a blood red Spirit Thorn.

However, even though the Blood Soul Master was just a Spirit Thorn, it was not so easy to dodge. When her figure dashed to the side, the Blood Soul Master seemed to have a life of his own as he turned in the air and continued to shoot at her.

With a pfft sound, although the blood-red Spirit Thorn did not pierce the dark demon's vitals, it still pierced through her shoulder blade and went in in front of her body. Behind her, a large hole appeared and pierced through her shoulder.

With a muffled groan, he staggered five to six steps back and then sat on the ground, unable to get up for a long time. Afraid that Wu Guang would chase after them, the surrounding soldiers of Blood Camp immediately rushed forward, protecting the injured Dark Demon King with their lives.

Seeing that the other party was only a female, Wu Guang did not plan to kill him off. Seeing that he was injured and retreating, he pulled back the reins of his warhorse, raised his blade with one hand and stood in front of the rest of the Blood Camp, adjusting his breathing and taking this opportunity to recover as much of his strength as possible.

After continuously defeating two Captains of Blood Camp and causing one to die and one to be injured, he had consumed a lot of his own physical strength and spirit energy.

At this time, another Captain of Blood Camp wanted to go up and meet Wu Guang, but Tan Hui could no longer hold it in, and angrily shouted: "All of you retreat!"

His words scared the remaining three captains so much that they all shrunk their necks. They didn't even dare to make a sound as they all rode back to their formations.

Regardless of whether it was people from the Divine Pool or people from the Chuan Country, they were all abnormally respectful to Tan Hui. Firstly, he was the captain of the Blood Camp, and was their direct superior.

In the Divine Pool, not everyone had a name and surname. All the nobles had a name, and the nobles had the right to give a surname to those without a surname. Tan Hui already had the title of Count in Divine Pool, and could be considered one of the upper class people in Divine Pool.

At this time, Tan Hui shouted to stop his subordinates, and then knocked his foot against the stirrup, urging his horse forward, he arrived in front of Wu Guang. He lowered his head, looked at the spirit spear in his hand, and muttered: "A mere General of Feng Country, yet I have to trouble myself to personally do it ?"

Listening to him, it was unknown if he was blaming Wu Guang, or his own subordinates. Wu Guang was so angry that he almost laughed. He had fought on the battlefield and had met a lot of opponents, but he had never seen someone as arrogant as this person, who completely disregarded him.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Who are you?" Report your surname! "

Tan Hui finally raised his head, met Wu Guang's eyes, and said slowly: "Tan Hui."

"Tan Hui? I've never heard of it. " Wu Guang pointed at him with the Spiritual Knife, and said seriously: "Is this your People of Chuan Country or your Divine Pool?"

"What's the difference?" Tan Hui was startled by his question, he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"If you are a People of Chuan Country person, I have nothing to say. If you are a person of Divine Pool, I advise you to quickly return to Divine Pool and not wade through this flowing water of Chuan Country again ?"

Without waiting for Wu Guang to finish speaking, Tan Hui had already started laughing out loud. He shook his head and said: "You are about to die immediately, and you still have the leisure to worry about me, it's really interesting."

Wu Guang's face turned cold, and said in a deep voice: "It seems like you and I can only see true seals on weapons!" While speaking, he held onto the Spiritual Knife with both of his hands, preparing to attack.

Tan Hui's eyes flashed, he suddenly extended three fingers, and said: "If I cannot kill you in ten rounds, or take your head off in thirty rounds, I will spare your life today!"

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