Chapter 439: Fist of the North Star
Two beams of light flashed, and the soldiers and horses around them were torn apart. Red meat, yellow fat, white brains, and green bile were scattered all over the ground, creating a foul stench.

Those Jurchen barbarians were also well-trained soldiers who had been through many battles. Led by the brave soldiers on tall horses, they formed a siege formation, with spearmen in the front, swordmen interspersed among them, and pawns who took advantage of any gaps to shoot arrows.

If they were ordinary soldiers and warriors, without heavy armor, they would not be able to break through even the outer circle, and would be blocked by the spears, allowing hidden arrows to shoot at their vital points and die in the battle.

But Zhang Wuji was not an ordinary man. Without the help of a cultivator, killing these ordinary soldiers was like killing dogs. However, Wanyan Gu had more than ten thousand soldiers under his command. As the saying goes, when there are more than ten thousand people, there is no end. He jumped into this sea of ​​soldiers like a small boat in the ocean.

Another sword energy was swung out, and Zhang Wuji paused to catch his breath. Although his previous several fierce battles had increased his own strength, he did not have much magic power left. He could fight for a while, but once his magic power was exhausted, he might not be able to get away with it.

Unfortunately, Zhang Wuji has been reborn. If it were two hours ago, when his magic power was exhausted, he could only fight for a while, leaving thousands of corpses behind and escaping, but now he has merged with the nerve worm.

The nerve worms that turned into his own blood surged up in waves, clamoring constantly, and their thoughts echoed in Zhang Wuji's heart uncontrollably.

"Kill them, kill them all, and then collect the bodies as materials for the next experiment. I have a new idea that needs to be verified."

"The use of sword energy is too crude. Although the circulation of mana is fast and smooth, why don't you optimize the circulation route? Don't you know how to improve your own skills?"

"How can you become powerful if you just recite from a book? You have to let the technique adapt to you, not the other way around. I have a technique model that eliminates unnecessary circulation routes. It can reduce the mana loss of controlling sword energy by at least 30%!"

Countless voices rang out, and at the same time, a magic model was transmitted into Zhang Wuji's mind. Without hesitation, he immediately changed the operation of his magic power.

The green sword energy made an explosive sound, the color became deeper, and the speed left an afterimage. This was an all-round improvement.

When Zhang Wuji used this move, his eyes went dark and his chest felt stuffy, but his magic power loss was reduced. However, the martial arts books and manuals written by the predecessors on attacking supernatural powers were partly for the purpose of pursuing greater damage, while the other part was to protect the caster from being harmed by the supernatural powers.

Now, Zhang Wuji used the sword energy that had been changed beyond all recognition, but he only pursued greater damage and abandoned the protection of himself, such as the Seven Injury Fist that could kill one thousand enemies but injure eight hundred of his own, and the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique. A set of authentic Xuanmen magic was transformed into a magic technique in an instant.

When this spell that hurt both himself and others was used, Zhang Wuji's face turned red, and the tiny meridians in his body were shaken by the spell and partially shattered. But at this time, the nerve worms that had turned into blood swarmed up and analyzed Zhang Wuji's meridians, magic power, and body, and worked together to repair his internal injuries.

"Hahaha, there are only over ten thousand armored soldiers. I'm afraid they are not enough for me to kill!"

His injuries recovered in an instant, and Zhang Wuji rushed into the enemy's formation like a madman. He had a demonic body and nerve worms. Minor injuries could not do anything to him. On the contrary, under the analysis of the nerve worms, his body began to undergo another level of alienation. The more serious the injury, the stronger he would become!

The timid fighting style is no longer applicable. Instead, the method of exchanging injuries at the expense of others and yourself is more suitable. However, doing so is bound to be dangerous. If you are not careful, there may be practitioners secretly lurking and seizing the opportunity to attack, and your life will be in danger. It is extremely dangerous.

But who is Zhang Wuji? How could he fear life or death? With a loud roar, all the pores on Zhang Wuji's body opened, and his spiritual orifices opened up. He ignored the damage to himself and forcibly absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy. This was more like a plunder, a feast for gluttony!
Tiny streaks of blood flowed out of his pores under the pressure of spiritual energy. The majestic spiritual energy even condensed into a mist around his body. Zhang Wuji was in the mist, fighting to his heart's content.

With one slash of the sword, the soldier in front of him was cut in half, his legs twitching uncontrollably, blood gushing out of the mouth of the two halves of the soldier, and his hands kept holding the internal organs flowing out of his chest.

Zhang Wuji punched the soldier, and the soldier turned into a pool of meat paste, sticking to the ground. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, adding a bloody atmosphere to the battlefield.

"Form a battle array, don't panic, he is only one person, how can he defeat the enemy alone!" Wanyan Gu looked at Zhang Wuji who was like a fierce god, and shouted loudly: "How can the weak Han people defeat my Jurchen warriors? Listen to my generals, whoever advances and kills the enemy will be rewarded, with gold, silver and jewelry. Whoever takes the head of a Han man will be given a large grassland and sheep, and he can ride his horse all day long. The land he walks through before the sun sets will be awarded by me as a reward to the warrior who makes the first contribution!"

After talking about his rewards and boosting the morale of the troops, he did not forget to rectify military discipline: "Anyone who retreats will be stripped of his status, his family and cattle will be taken away, and he will be beheaded immediately as a warning to the public!"

There will always be brave men when there is a big reward, not to mention that Wanyan Gu's personal guards are watching covetously, with their crossbows aimed at their own people. If anyone tries to escape, an iron arrow will pierce his back.

They rode their horses to inspect the situation, shouting, "Merit must be rewarded, crime must be punished, there is no coward in Jurchen who gets shot in the back!"

All of a sudden, the soldiers rushed forward and resisted Zhang Wuji's charge with their flesh and blood. Zhang Wuji wiped the dirty blood from his face, and blood kept dripping down his robe. He had already abandoned the light that protected his body and only fought with his flesh and blood.

"Noisy!"

He snorted coldly, looking at his personal soldiers running around and Wanyan Gu who was guarded by them. He knew that he was the leader of the enemy army, so he didn't need the golden sword, but just raised his fist and swung it out.

The fist wind that was wrapped in magic power was ordinary, but it brought with it an endless gust of wind, causing people and horses to fall to the ground as it passed by. Many Zhen soldiers were blown down and then trampled by the cavalry of the same camp, turning into a pool of meat paste.

The wind from the fist whistled towards him, Wanyan Gu felt a chill in his heart, and his personal soldiers gathered around him quickly.

"General, be careful!"

One by one, the personal soldiers raised their swords to meet the fist wind, but were blown away and fell like a piece of rag. Fortunately, they gained a moment of respite at the cost of their lives. Wanyan Gu was knocked down by a personal soldier beside him and narrowly avoided the punch.

Before Wanyan Gu, who was still frightened, could calm down, he heard a snapping sound behind him. The strong soldier who was carrying the termites looked at his lower body which was a tangle of flesh and bones, and the last thing he saw was the general's flag which had been broken.

The big flag was broken. On this battlefield where the situation was unclear, it was as if the commander had been beheaded. The morale of the brave Jurchen soldiers began to wane.

"It's great! Die!"

Zhang Wuji swung the golden knife, reaping the lives of people around him, but he himself put on a strange posture, with his left hand raised high from his chest to above his head, and his right hand clenched into a fist standing in front of his eyes.

There was a gleam in his eyes, and seven stars lit up, connected to each other, shining brightly. A momentum was brewing at the tip of his fist and in his body.

Then Zhang Wuji threw out hundreds of fist winds wrapped in starlight, flying in all directions. He no longer concealed his own aura, and his momentum swept across the entire battlefield, traversing the heavens and the earth, and covering the mountains and rivers.

"You are already dead!"

"Beidou——"

(End of this chapter)