The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 291 Broken Sword and Undead General

"Ok?"

The sword was drawn.

But when Zhang Wuling saw the appearance of the sword, he was stunned, his eyes full of astonishment.

This sword... is actually broken!

Depend on!

After all the effort, I ended up with a defective product?!

The sword is completely black. Although it does not look gorgeous and exquisite at first glance, it is very smooth and has a cold and sharp light.

Wait... No, this sword is not jet black, but more like a dark black.

At first glance, it looks pitch black, but if you have good eyesight, when the sword light passes by, you can find that its colors are very rich.

In simple terms, it is black with colorful colors.

Although the sword body does not have complicated patterns and looks simple, it has a kind of beauty that returns to nature.

The only pity is that the sword is incomplete. About one-third of the front end of the sword is missing, and the broken end is not smooth. It feels like it was broken violently.

Zhang Wuling was in mixed emotions. On the one hand, he was delighted that the sword was truly extraordinary, but on the other hand, he was depressed that the sword was incomplete.

In the end, there was nothing I could do but comfort myself that there is nothing perfect in the world, and imperfection is also a kind of beauty.

Zhang Wuling swung the sword twice, feeling it was very smooth. "What a pity, it's still missing a scabbard..."

Tread-tap-

The sudden sound of horse hooves behind him made Zhang Wuling look back.

A warhorse covered in blue flames, carrying a burly, fully armored general, was coming towards him.

The general's appearance could not be seen clearly, but he was holding a long axe in his hand, looking very majestic.

"spirit?"

Suddenly, the general riding the ghost fire warhorse charged forward, swinging the long axe in his hand to chop at the enemy's head.

This blow was powerful and heavy, and the speed was extremely fast.

Zhang Wuling raised the broken sword in his hand to block the incoming axe, but the force it brought surprised him.

"It's so heavy!"

Seeing that his attack failed, the undead general immediately switched to holding his hands, changing the chop to a stab. Zhang Wuling had no intention of taking it head-on, so he dodged to the side and quickly moved forward.

The undead general reacted extremely quickly. After his attack failed again, he immediately pulled back his axe and chopped at Zhang Wuling's back.

Obviously, this is a life-and-death fight. It depends on who dares to risk their life and is not afraid of both sides getting hurt.

"Hey!"

Zhang Wuling naturally noticed it, and immediately cast the Golden Light Spell to protect his body, then slapped him.

When the long axe hit the golden light, there was a crisp sound.

The Undead General was slapped away and fell off the ghost fire horse.

But who knew that the ghost fire horse whinnied twice, turned into a shadow, rushed out and caught the undead general.

"Oh my god, is this even possible?!"

Zhang Wuling was stunned. He finally understood why ancient generals loved war horses so much.

People often say that ancient war horses are equivalent to today's sports cars, but that's actually not quite right.

After all, a sports car won't save you.

But a good warhorse is different. It is not only a mount, but also a companion on the battlefield. It can even save your life at critical moments.

The undead general fell onto his horse, swung his axe and charged again.

call!

The sound of a long axe breaking through the air was heard.

Zhang Wuling grinned, opened his left hand, and lightning condensed into a spear, then faced the incoming axe head-on.

The exploding thunder instantly knocked the long axe back, causing the ghost fire horse and the undead general to retreat several steps.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Wuling stomped his feet, leaped into the air, and stabbed the undead general's head with the broken sword in his hand.

The sword was very fast, and the Undead General had just been repelled by lightning, so he had no time to react and could only watch as the broken sword pierced his forehead.

"Ho..."

The undead general looked at Zhang Wuling and suddenly calmed down. Light particles appeared on his body, like glowing dust, and slowly drifted away.

Gradually, these light particles became more and more, as if dispelling the dark space.

Zhang Wuling noticed something strange. As the undead general and his warhorse disappeared, the world also changed.

call out--

An arrow flew across the sky, tearing apart the white world.

The ancient and vicissitudes of life scene came to the face, and the murderous aura of iron horses and golden swords soared into the sky.

Zhang Wuling looked at the scene in front of him. In a vast wilderness, two armies with different uniforms were confronting each other.

The flags are flying high, and the people are like ants and the people are like the sea.

Zhang Wuling was like a third party, watching this scene without anyone noticing.

Is this...an ancient battlefield?

Zhang Wuling thought about it and suspected that this might be the world created by the spirit of the undead general.

Everything in front of him should be something that he once had a deep memory of - a war.

Just when Zhang Wuling thought that a bloody battle might follow, a man rushed out from each of the opposing armies.

Fighter?

No, that's not right, those two people are flying!

Zhang Wuling immediately realized that these must be two ancient strange people preparing to fight in front of the two armies.

He immediately became interested and stared at the two people flying out with wide eyes.

You know, it is almost impossible nowadays to witness the battle between ancient heroes with your own eyes.

The man flying out from the left camp had long hair and a black beard, dressed in black, and looked to be in his forties.

The man in the right camp was about the same age, but was of burly build, wearing a red and yellow robe and holding an iron rod.

Zhang Wuling's attention was mainly on the man in black, because what he was holding in his hand was the mysterious black sword he had just pulled out.

Moreover, the sword in the black-clothed swordsman's hand was intact, and the sharp sword intent almost filled the entire world.

"These two people are very powerful."

Suddenly, the man in the red and yellow robe made a move, waving his long stick in the air. Suddenly, a black cloud rolled out, with ghostly shadows flying around in the cloud, and sharp and piercing cries, like countless ice chips rubbing against each other in the wind, making people feel upset.

Seeing the black cloud approaching, the black-clad swordsman remained calm. He swung the black sword in his hand, and a blue-purple sword fire burst out, splitting the black cloud and burning the ghost shadow in it.

choke!

The iron rod rushed out, and the black-clad swordsman immediately raised his hand to block it.

The man in the red and yellow robe came over with a loud laugh, grabbed his iron rod, and like a snake escaping from a hole, he stabbed the black-clad swordsman in the heart with the tip of the rod.

But the black-clothed swordsman had extremely superb skills. He flashed to the side of the man in the red and yellow robe in one move, and with a flick of the sword in his hand, he slashed out a sword energy.

The man in the red and yellow robe immediately drew his stick and fought back. The two men immediately engaged in a fight. For a moment, the shadows of sticks were everywhere and the energy of swords was everywhere.

Zhang Wuling's eyes lit up as he watched, and he tried to control his body to fly towards the center of the fight between the two men.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the intensity of the fight between the two.

The stick of the man in the red and yellow robe was obviously also a magic weapon, and its level was not low, at least not lower than that of the black sword.

When the iron rod was swung, not only were black clouds entwined, but also black lightning, which was extremely violent.

The black-clad swordsman's movements were ghostly and his swordsmanship was cold and vicious, making people feel cold and sweaty.

Zhang Wuling was so greedy that if this wasn't the real world, he would have wanted to shout:

"Stop fighting, all of you!"

Then they rushed in to stop the fight, but they definitely couldn't stop it, so they ended up beating both sides.