C291 A battle of honor

Seeing Zhao Mingzhe rushing out, Zheng Qiuyue did not hesitate at all and immediately followed.

Both of them opened their bodies and within a few breaths of time, they were already at the place where the battle would shake the sky.

Zhao Mingzhe saw that Zhao Shenglong and General Tong, together with more than three hundred veterans, had already been surrounded by countless barbarians.

However, one of the barbarian cultivators who was almost three meters tall had already charged into the ranks of the old soldiers. His Zhanmadao was gleaming with a cold light, and there were numerous clashes and killings among the old soldiers, making it difficult for the old soldiers to gather together and form an attack formation.

With a loud hiss, Zhao Mingzhe rushed towards the tall barbarian. The water-repelling spear continued to hit his three vital spots!

After the barbarian had killed an old soldier, he took the opportunity to attack the water-repelling spear ruthlessly.

With a loud "Dang" sound, he violently charged forward. Zhao Mingzhe could not help but take two steps back, but the Barbarian cultivator did not even budge an inch.

With a grin on his face, the barbarians used their horses' power to quickly counterattack with their Zhanmadao. In that moment, the blade light became even brighter, as Zhao Mingzhe lost the initiative and could only retreat and dodge.

More than three hundred veterans were surrounded by a layer of barbarian guards. Whether they wanted to rush over to get close to the heavy provisions or retreat, they were already in a difficult situation.

Zhao Shenglong ruthlessly chopped at a barbarian's head with the back of his hand, allowing his Zhanmadao to fly past and he roared:

"Those who meet on a narrow path will win, charge forward for this young master with all your might!"

"Charge!"

Dozens of veterans leapt from their horses and pounced on the barbarian cavalry.

It was difficult to turn their bodies in the air. The dozen veterans had been stabbed in the chest by Zhanmadao. However, the veterans borrowed the pressure from the sword and stabbed their weapons into the barbarians' chests.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Mingzhe's eyes turned red and his face distorted. He was unable to break through the defenses of the barbarian warrior in front of him, and could not reinforce the veterans that were charging forward!

The strength of this barbarian was about the same as Zhao Mingzhe in the first place.

Zhao Shenglong used his blade to hit a horse, the horse screamed and rushed towards Zhao Mingzhe.

"Ming Zhe, mount!"

His eyes turned cold, Zhao Mingzhe dodged the Zhanmadao flying towards him, taking a step forward, his feet clashing against the ground causing a loud noise, he used the momentum to increase his height, the fine steed just happened to reach him!

With a twist of his waist, Zhao Mingzhe dodged the incoming Zhanmadao once again. At the same time, he stepped on the horse's back with his feet, and with the surging force, the horse whinnied and knelt on the ground with its four hooves!

Once again, Zhao Mingzhe borrowed strength and his body continued to rise, as if he had jumped twice in a row!

At this time, Zhao Mingzhe's body was already more than ten meters away from the ground. With a long roar, he activated the Floating Willow Body Art, turned around, and quickly lowered his head!

The spear-shaped artifact soul had already been summoned by Zhao Mingzhe, and as it fell, the water-repelling spear and the spirit artifact became one, shining with a dazzling brilliance in the dark night!

The water-repelling spear began to move in a strange rhythm, the spear strike that was like a flying immortal from the heavens, released an imposing aura!

The barbarian cultivator shouted out loud. He raised his Zhanmadao to burn the heavens, blocking the water-repelling spear!

"Double Dragon Pearl Snatch!"

The spear had been split into two, and the sword had been perfectly cut open. The sharp spear had pierced into the top of the barbarian's head.

"Puchi!" The pressure from the water-repelling spear was so great that it pierced the entire body of the barbarian cultivator. Even the barbarian riding his horse was nailed to the ground.

Zhao Mingzhe's figure flashed as he mounted a handsome horse. Ignoring the blood that was gushing out from the barbarian cultivator's mouth, he rushed forward again!

Without the assault of this barbarian, the veterans once again regrouped into a series of formation arrays, forming a battle scene. The sounds of fighting echoed like the heavens shaking!

In the darkness of the night, the sound of horns could be heard. More and more barbarian cavalrymen were rushing towards their direction.

Zhao Mingzhe's water-repelling spear had successively killed over a dozen barbarian cultivators, leading the group of people further ahead.

After looking at the distance, Zhao Shenglong shouted loudly:

"Bow!"

Dozens of veterans with astonishing arm strength shouted in succession. The burning arrows were already nocked onto the longbows!

"Shoot!"

A mournful piercing sound could be heard as dozens of burning arrows flew towards the place where the barbarians had stocked up their provisions.

However, the barbarian guards blocked the arrows before they hit the food supply. Occasionally, a few arrows would fall and be extinguished by the barbarian guards before the fire could spread.

Zhao Mingzhe understood more and more that the things he had heard about in his previous life where a bird with its legs tied up could burn food and supplies was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

In this situation, even if one were to use burning arrows, it would be impossible to light up the rations. The only way to do so would be to charge through them.

At this time, a veteran who had lost his arm and was no longer able to fight suddenly shouted:

"I will die here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old soldier used a fire piston to directly light himself on fire!

In order to burn down the food supplies of the barbarians, each of them was carrying a lot of inflammable items. After the veteran burned himself, the fire spread out.

Enduring the great pain, the burning veteran tightly held onto the horse's neck, controlled the horse's direction and dashed into the group of barbarians.

In order to protect the food and supplies, the barbarians kept rushing towards the burning old soldier. One of the barbarian guards did not hesitate to throw the burning old soldier onto the ground, and then used several machetes to cut off the burning old soldier's body.

At this moment, Zhao Mingzhe only had one thought in his mind, and that was that he had made a grave mistake. If he wanted to bring these veterans away safely, the chances were slim.

General Tong, who had been fighting with the barbarians and had several wounds on his body, shouted:

"Niu Er, take your men and charge for the last time!"

An old veteran answered loudly. Without the slightest hesitation, he lit himself on fire!

The other dozen or so veterans beside this old soldier also lit their own fire. They held their burning horses tightly and charged forward in formation!

Zhao Mingzhe's face twisted, and the spear in the water-repelling spear's hand flickered!

When the one hundred and eight spear flowers appeared, the soaring phoenix shadow opened up a path for the dozen or so self-immolated veterans, and attacked ferociously!

These dozen veterans were like phoenixes bathed in fire. Although they could not be reborn from the flames of desire, their spirit, which had sworn to die, remained in their bodies forever!

The Barbarian cultivator guards did not expect these veterans to be so resolute, and the formation unconsciously became a little chaotic. Zhao Mingzhe's heart stirred, and the water-repelling spear in his hands stabbed into the ground.

"Success or failure will be decided in one strike, follow me and kill …"