The spear in Lu Ye's hand was already stabbing him in the chest.
At the critical moment of life and death, Fang Kuang panicked but did not panic. While retreating as far as possible, he mobilized all his spiritual energy to gather in his chest and turn it into protection.
This is a self-protection ability that every monk can skillfully master, especially those who have experienced battles like Fang Kuang, who can deal with it with ease.
As long as the opponent's cultivation level is not too much higher than your own, you can always block it!
Thinking this in my heart, my heart hurts.
Fang Kuang froze and looked down, only to see that his chest had been penetrated. The protective spiritual power he relied on did not play any protective role at all, and was pierced like a piece of paper.
At the last moment of his life, he couldn't help but think of Zhou Ping's words on the city wall just now, telling him not to make mistakes.
He dismissed it at the time, but now...
Lu Ye drew his gun and continued to kill the enemy without even looking at him.
"Fang Kuang is dead!" Zhou Ping saw this scene from a distance, and he was overjoyed and shouted loudly with his spiritual power.
Lu Ye wanted to sew his mouth shut!
"Fang Kuang is dead!"
"Fang Kuang is dead!"
From all directions, bursts of shouts rang out. These shouters did not see Fang Kuang being killed at all, and they did not know whether Fang Kuang was really dead. They just followed the shouts anyway.
The Black Turban Army had suffered heavy casualties and were frightened and frightened. Now that their general was dead, their morale plummeted. Without anyone to restrain them, they immediately began to flee in all directions.
"Kill!" Zhou Ping shouted, leading the chase, and the others followed suit.
Lu Ye wiped the blood from his face, turned over and sat on an ownerless horse, looked at the direction with the largest number of people, and rode away.
In front of the mirror, a group of people exhaled a long breath. In less than half an hour, their moods followed Lu Ye's charge ups and downs, ups and downs several times...
It was finally over, the Black Turban Vanguard Army was defeated, and Lu Ye was safe for the time being.
Speaking of which, they had never had such a thrilling experience.
"Clan Chief, Patriarch, what's wrong with you?" came a female voice. Everyone was startled and quickly turned their heads to look.
But they saw the old patriarch covering his heart, panting heavily, his face extremely pale, and he looked like he was about to die.
Everyone was shocked and immediately realized that the old patriarch was too old to withstand such a huge stimulation gap.
"Quick, quick, give the clan leader the elixir." Someone shouted, taking out the life-saving elixir and stuffing it into the old clan leader's mouth, stimulating mana to help him refine it. JrNovels.com