Chapter 460: Chilling

Even though the world suppressed most of the power of the Qiankun Cover, its defenses were still stronger than you could have imagined!

Thousands of arrows rained down, but Yang Pan couldn't hurt a single bit.

This scene is really shocking.

"This, is this still a human? Are you a human or a ghost?" the Jurchen nobleman shouted as he pointed at Yang Pan.

"Barbarians are barbarians, my thousands of years of inheritance in China, how can you wait for barbarians to compare. Don't use your shallow and ignorant mind to speculate on the mysteries of my divine skills!" replied Yang Pan disdainfully.

"Kill, kill me, I don't believe you can defeat ten thousand with one!" This time the Jurchen clan can be said to have invested enough money and brought 30,000 elites in the clan.

These 30,000 elites were made up by the joint efforts of various Jurchen nobles.

You must know that the Jurchen clan, even if all the people are soldiers, can be called elite, and there are only tens of thousands of professional soldiers who are out of production. These soldiers and horses can be regarded as elite.

A few decades later, the key battle for the rise of the Jurchen tribe was to defeat the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Liao State led tens of thousands of Jin soldiers by Wanyan Aguta.

Why is it so powerful? Because the Jurchen army is all out of production and elite, and it is well-trained, and it is well-grounded.

There are not many soldiers in the elite, which is undoubtedly reflected here.

"Kill!" these elite troops broke through the mountain and rushed towards Yang Pan from the entrance of the valley.

Because of the terrain, the cavalry could not participate in the battle, so these 30,000 elites had to dismount and kill Yangpan as infantry.

"Innocent, if there are many people, if it is useful, then what is the use of practicing martial arts in this seat?" Yang Pan said with a sneer, swinging his sword and slashing people, sword after sword.

At worst, these soldiers are also wearing leather armor, which is effective against cutting with short weapons.

The best thing is to wear armor, even if it is a long weapon, if it does not have enough impact power, it is difficult to break through its defenses.

But in front of Yang Pan, these mortal armors were not even as good as paper paste.

Swing the sword, block, block, swing the sword.

"Kill!"

The power of the army when it kills the enemy is still quite terrifying.

The neatly drawn spears stabbed towards Yang Pan together.

Yang Pan had just killed a guy, and immediately seven spears stabbed him, piercing the gap between his waist.

This kind of military formation cooperation is actually quite advantageous for dealing with martial arts masters. Once the martial arts master is surrounded, it is really a dead end.

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Of course, this refers to the mortal level, when they reach the level of the great grandmaster, they can leave if they want, and they can stay if they want, and no one can surround them, unless they die.

And when it comes to an extraordinary level like Yang Pan, the mortal army is really useless.

Back then, Yang Pan used the technique of flying swords to slaughter 300,000 Turkic troops to sacrifice swords.

At that time, Yang Pan was not as strong as it is now.

It's a pity that the spear was broken by the invisible shield before it stabbed Yang Pan's body, and the force that rebounded back knocked the contributor upside down and flew out, overwhelming the rows of people behind.

Yang Pan just attacked and couldn't defend, and kept swinging his sword, swinging his sword, and swinging his sword again.

No matter whether it was heavy infantry or light infantry, it was useless under Yang Pan's sword, and when the sword went down, the heavy shield and armor were cut, and the people inside were killed.

It didn't take long for a thick mountain of corpses to pile up at Yang Pan's feet.

Yang Pan lightly jumped into the crowd on the other side, and continued to kill.

It didn't take long for the identical mountain of corpses to form again.

Yang Pan then changed places.

Fifty of these mountains of corpses were left on the battlefield in a row, giving people a strong visual impact.

The Jurchen nobleman on the hillside looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, and muttered in a cold sweat: "How is this possible, is this still a person, doesn't he know that he is tired?"

"Are the cowardly southerners so terrible? Is their cowardice all fake?" asked a Jurchen nobleman who had been to the Central Plains.

"You see, there is not a trace of blood on the devil's body! How is that possible?" someone pointed out.

Under the battlefield facing the sea of corpses and blood, Yang Pan, who had killed so many people, did not have a trace of blood, which was too shocking and even more terrifying.

"Patriarch, do we still have to fight him? Now we have suffered heavy losses, at least more than 7,000 casualties. "There is a Jurchen nobleman who can't bear such a loss, this is to lose all his family resources.

"Do you think I'm not distressed? This is the family wealth that my clan has accumulated for generations, and I am also distressed to death because I have lost so much. But we have paid such a big price to block this person here, if we lose all our previous efforts, will we be able to find the same opportunity next time?" the old patriarch said with trembling hands, pointing at Yang Pan.

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"Also, you see, this person has always been able to protect his body, but I don't believe that his true qi can be squandered indefinitely. As long as we keep consuming, we can definitely kill him here. Avenge the death of the clansmen, and at the same time solve the troubles of a confidant. The old patriarch emphasized.

"Also, this person has been fighting hard for more than an hour, I'm afraid it's close to running out of oil, we can't easily let go of this opportunity, miss today, and the price we need to pay next time will be even greater. This is related to the life and death of the entire tribe, even if we fight all the family resources today, we must kill him, otherwise my Jurchen clan may really be killed by him alone. The old patriarch explained loudly that as the head of a clan, this forward-looking strategic vision is still there.

When the interruption continues, it suffers.

All the Jurchen nobles present were convinced, because the old patriarch was not only prestigious, but also had a good point.

If they don't leave this murderous demon here this time, their clan will be even more threatened in the future, and they may perish at any time.

This is a life-and-death crisis, and we must grit our teeth and hold on to the end.

"Yes, the patriarch is right, today is either he dies or we die!"

"Okay, we'll fight him. ”

"The support of the Holy Mountain will arrive soon, and we will hold on a little longer. "The old patriarch said something that boosted morale.

The warriors of the Jurchen tribe generally practiced external skills, because they could not understand the method of internal cultivation at all.

Only a very small number of people have this qualification, and they all gather on the sacred mountain to practice under the guidance of shamanic sacrifices.

Therefore, the martial arts powerhouses of the Jurchen clan are all in the Holy Mountain.

Even if the whole clan is selected, there are very few Jurchens who have such qualifications and intelligence to practice internal strength.

At most, there are only a few hundred people.

It's so pitiful that it makes people cry, the Central Plains Martial Arts, any one who mixes the rivers and lakes, can have a place among the Jurchen clan if his qualifications are taken out.

This kind of gap, if it is an ordinary mortal world, then it is enough, no matter how high the martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives.

But in the world of high martial arts, such a gap determines the rise and fall of the race.

It is no wonder that the Jurchens engage in human smuggling, especially children.