Soul echo

Chapter 39 The Burning Dawn ([-])
A large number of undead legions have occupied the outer wall of the castle, and many undead soldiers have entered the square, but some soldiers are still scattered around the castle.

Since he would be noticed by them anyway, he didn't have to act sneakily.

Zhong Ye walked out from the corner of the street openly, pulled out the moonlight, and saw the brilliance of the rising sun pouring down from behind, stretching his shadow long and thin.

Taking a deep breath, he put the big sword on his shoulders, raised his eyes, and the pupils seemed to be burning with anger.

He took a step towards the undead army, and his figure disappeared instantly.

Countless spears soared into the sky, like dark clouds, covering the light of the sky.

The pitch-black tide rushed down, Zhong Ye didn't hesitate—forward!The only way to survive is to move forward!

"Oh, damn..."

Zhong Ye's figure shrunk into a line, he rushed into the army formation with a big sword, and the spears fell behind him like rain, destroying the house and tearing the earth apart, but it didn't hurt him at all.

——Not a single spear fell into the position of the undead army. This was the biggest mistake Feisal made.

It subconsciously commands its army of undead by the standards of a living army, forgetting that its soldiers are already immortal.

Zhong Ye held the handle at the back end, swung the big sword, and cut out a round wheel.

Moonlight's sword still shimmered, the light wheel chopped off the heads of two undead soldiers, and more than a dozen spears struck at the front and side at the same time.

The samurai stepped back to avoid the thrust, flipped his wrist, and grasped the front and rear hilts, his speed suddenly exploded.

The big sword was raised high, and the sharp edge drew a stream of light in the air, splitting the body of an undead.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, both hands clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, Zhong Ye seemed to be using a Guandao, his shoulders and arms did not move, his body turned over, and he dragged the big sword to spin vertically.

Although Moonlight is a two-handed sword, it is common to many weapons in terms of usage!

The undead soldiers at the rear climbed onto the bodies of the other companions, stepped on their shoulders, leaped into the sky, and slashed down with a scimitar in hand.

And the undead soldiers in front of Zhong Ye stabbed out their spears one after another, they were in unison with a unified rhythm.

On the left and right sides, there are other undead soldiers surrounded, and the weapons in their hands are ready to go.

breathe--

Zhong Ye let go of his perception and lost his worries.

While breathing, his mind was clear, and his eyes quickly passed the spear in front of him and the scimitar on his head. In less than half a second, Zhong Ye completed all the analysis and calculations.

The breath runs through the whole body, and the extraordinary factors that enter the blood vessels along with the oxygen are absorbed by the cells, squeezing out powerful energy.

It is like thunder circulating in the body, driving all limbs and bones.

The muscles of his arms, shoulders, and chest tensed instantly. Zhong Ye took half a step forward, swept the heavy sword, and swung away the spear that was directly attacking him in front of him. Turn around and cut back.

The warrior went deeper into the army formation, and the jumping undead soldiers flew over his head, he raised his hand to grab his ankle, and swung it as a weapon.

The undead soldiers at the back of the army raised their arms, and the throwing spears gathered in their hands again. They lifted it up and locked the direction of Zhong Ye.

——This time, Feisal will not make the same mistake again!

Zhong Ye had already cleaned his whole body, and suddenly a sense of crisis crept into his heart. It came from nowhere, but it could threaten his life.

Throwing the undead in his hand forward, knocking down other undead, the warrior turned back and slashed straight with his sword.

Throwing spears flew up densely, sticking to the heads of many undead soldiers and shooting at Zhong Ye.

Slashing, hacking, and stabbing instantly brought the three undead back to death, dodging left and right, dodging multiple attacks, and Zhong Ye escaped from the encirclement.

The ear has already heard the sound of the air being torn apart, and countless similar sounds overlapped and condensed into a strong wind.

Spears covered a large area in front of the castle gate, and it was impossible to avoid it by hiding alone.

The sense of crisis sounded the alarm in Zhong Ye's heart, no matter whether it was front, back, left, or right, there was only one dead end!
He made a decision in an instant, turned around and stopped, and reflected the rain of spears like waves into his eyes.

There is only one chance, and you can't miss it once.

The price of mistakes is 'death'!
The spear that had lost its strength fell first and stuck on the other undead soldiers. Many spears fell down at the same time, knocking down many undead soldiers.

There is also a part inserted into the open space between Zhong Ye and the undead army. What Zhong Ye really needs to face is only a small part. For him, this 'small part' is enough to be fatal.

Low shoulders, strides, and horizontal cuts, two spears passed by the ears, one flew just above the shoulders, two almost collided with the waist, and one passed through the gap between the crotches, and only two were left to avoid the attack. There was no way to avoid it, but Zhong Ye raised his sword to block it.

Standing in the forest of throwing spears, Zhong Ye frowned slightly as he watched the countless throwing spears around him turn into sand and drift away with the wind.

The heart was pounding, the frequency of contraction and expansion was too high, and the blood flow was too fast, which made him feel a dull pain in his chest, as if it was about to burst.

Zhong Ye was breathing rapidly, almost losing control of his 'Qi'.

Aftermath, excitement or madness?
He couldn't identify the emotion that was haunting him now, maybe a little of everything.

But these are all indifferent things, Zhong Ye immediately put aside his doubts, held the moonlight tightly, took a firm step forward, and then disappeared in place with a bang.

The spears condensed from the flying sand and rocks have returned to the ground, but the undead soldiers who were knocked down by the spears have not yet got up from the ground.

The warrior held the moonlight and slashed high!
Seeing the skulls of the soldiers under his command being chopped off, Feisal's soul fire throbbed violently.

"...Is this guy a monster?"

It let out a low sigh, stretched out its hand and pulled out a shield from the ground, exerted strength on its legs, and rushed to the front of the army.

The undead soldiers in the rear separated to the two sides one after another, making way for the general, then turned to the fortress, and walked silently.

——Powerful and dangerous!
Zhong Ye suddenly felt something, stopped killing the undead soldiers, and retreated abruptly.

But the figure that suddenly broke into his line of sight was persistent and came after him.

In an instant, Feisal appeared in front of Zhong Ye.

--clang!

The undead brazenly drew his sword, and the scimitar collided with the two-handed sword in the air.

The powerful force caused both sides to retreat respectively. Feisaler only retreated one step, while Zhong Ye stabilized his footing after retreating five steps.

Both arms are numb, and the tiger's mouth hurts!
The warrior took a deep breath and felt a trace of cool air coming out of the hilt of the sword, nourishing his wound.

boom!boom!boom!
The three cannons in the fortress fired at the same time. This time the artillerymen chose the undead army as the target. The shells were like knives, plowing three long traces in the sea of ​​undead.

But soon, the undead who fell to the ground put together their mutilated bodies and stood up again. Only a few guys whose skulls were shattered unfortunately failed to stand up.

At the same time, Feisaler and Zhong Ye launched a mad attack on each other, leaving no room or strength.

Not powerful enough, but he has exquisite martial arts.

Zhong Ye clenched his teeth, staring at the undead in front of him, his eyes tearing open.

Thanks to the speed of modern information dissemination and advanced means of transportation, he was able to learn thousands of fighting skills from all over the world.

Any kind of fighting skill has its merits, through learning, through fighting, constantly accumulating experience, extracting the essence, and then——

Integrate!
Zhong Ye was able to disassemble any movement of the undead in front of him. When it swung its arms, turned its wrists, stepped, or even shook its shoulders, he already knew what it wanted to do next.

Even though Feisaler was stronger than Zhong Ye, he was defeated by Zhong Ye.

Even if the undead didn't have to worry about being 'injured' at all, the violent attacks of the warriors also made it feel a sense of crisis.

Feisal had a premonition that once the Eastern native in front of him chopped off even one of his hands, the next thing he would meet would be 'death'.

With a flash of thought, Feisal raised his shield to block, and took a step back. Zhong Ye chased after him, but there were spears growing out from both sides of Feisal.

Zhong Ye could only give up the pursuit and retreat a few meters away.

Breathing lightly, he looked at Feisal.

Then, I smelled a strong smell of blood!

(End of this chapter)