1239 Steady (1)
“Zhang San!” Sun Gongping roared.
He rose into the air and slashed down an enemy from beyond the heavens.
He used up all his strength and fell.
Below them was the army of enemies. Dozens of them had already soared into the air and charged toward Sun Gongping.
Swoosh!
A few arrow beams descended from the sky and stopped dozens of enemies.
At the same time, an arrow beam pierced through Sun Gongping’s collar and sent him flying tens of meters away, landing outside the army of enemies.
Such archery was really at the pinnacle of perfection.
But Zhang San, who had shot these arrows, swayed, his face pale. He couldn’t even draw the Great Destroyer Heavenly Bow anymore.
After fighting for so long, he, like Sun Gongping, had reached his limit.
Huff—
Sun Gongping retreated to Zhang San’s side, and the two of them were panting heavily.
On another side, w.a.n.g Xuanyi was still attacking, and he could barely block the most powerful enemy from beyond the heavens, but his situation wasn’t too good either. The enemy’s dharma treasure was really strange. It appeared and disappeared mysteriously, causing w.a.n.g Xuanyi a lot of trouble.
Sun Gongping spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed. “d.a.m.n it. These enemies are too difficult to kill.”
Zhang San’s expression was also very grave. These enemies were indeed very difficult to deal with.
Although they looked similar to humans, their bodies were like iron and stone. Even those whose cultivations were clearly inferior to theirs didn’t seem to take much damage from their attacks.
And they didn’t dare to resist the attacks of these enemies with strength similar to theirs head-on.
Among these thousand enemies, there were dozens at the Grotto-Heaven realm, and the rest were all at the Earth Immortal realm.
With such strength, it was already very impressive that the two of them could last so long.
“Yang Hong, Yang Hong, if you still don’t come, you will have to collect our corpses!” Sun Gongping shouted at the Myriad Worlds Communication Token.
Some of the enemies began to charge. Sun Gongping held the Spring Embroidered Saber and turned to Zhang San. “Old Zhang, you can’t fight in close combat. Stay away!”
“Who said I can’t fight in close combat?” Zhang San said indignantly. “As a scout, I’ve fought many people in close combat!”
He put away the Great Destroyer Heavenly Bow and pulled out a saber from somewhere, preparing to fight alongside Sun Gongping.
Seeing his att.i.tude, Sun Gongping knew that it was useless for him to persuade him. “Take it easy. If you die, I won’t have the strength to collect your corpse.”
“Hmph, the same goes for you.” Zhang San stared at the enemies with killing intent in his eyes.
“Kill!” The two of them shouted at the same time and rushed into the enemy army side by side.
The sound of blades piercing flesh rang out, and blood splattered. It was unknown if it belonged to the two of them or the enemies.
Boom!
With a loud bang, Zhang San was sent flying. Sun Gongping let out a roar and suddenly moved a meter sideways. A divine weapon pierced through his shoulder, revealing a portion of his back. It was only a foot away from Zhang San’s chest.
Sun Gongping used his body to block the fatal attack aimed at Zhang San. He roared angrily and cut off the head of the enemy.
Crack!
Sun Gongping slashed down with his saber and severed the dharma treasure that had pierced his chest.
Gruu!
Sun Gongping swayed and leaned on the ground with his saber. He didn’t fall, but he was covered in blood as he stared at the enemies.
“Sun Gongping!” Zhang San struggled to get up, but he was too injured to get up.
“No one can kill my brother in front of me before I die.” Sun Gongping grinned, revealing an ugly smile.
“You…” Zhang San spat out a mouthful of blood.
“None of you will die unless I die!” A voice suddenly sounded.
Then a figure somersaulted in the air and landed in the army of enemies.
Boom!
A powerful force erupted, sending the enemies flying.
Holding a sword that seemed to be burning with flames, the figure bowed slightly.
Who else could it be but the King of Men, Yang Hong?
“d.a.m.n it, you’re finally here!” Sun Gongping said while swaying. “I almost died!”
He couldn’t hold on any longer and fell to the ground.
Zhang San heaved a long sigh of relief and lay on the ground, panting heavily.
Then he saw a few figures flying over his head.
Mi Ziwen, Xiao Jianghe, Meng Bai, and w.a.n.g Xin all appeared.
Following them were some experts of Great Wei.
Seeing these people, Zhang San was completely relieved.
Their brothers were already here. How arrogant could these mere enemies from beyond the heavens be?
“Sun Gongping, are you still alive?” Zhang San asked.
“How can I die before you?” Sun Gongping coughed violently.
Zhang San was silent for a moment before speaking. “Thank you.”
If Sun Gongping hadn’t sacrificed himself to block that attack for him, he would probably have really died on the battlefield.
“What are you saying?” Sun Gongping reprimanded. “Have you been recuperating for too long and forgotten who you are?
“Is there a need to thank me between us brothers?”
Sun Gongping cursed and coughed violently again.
He panted for a while. Seeing that Yang Hong and Mi Ziwen had temporarily stabilized their formation, he asked, “What happened in the Ten Nations before you came? Why can’t I contact Old Zhou through the Myriad Worlds Communication Token?”