From the essence, the difference in absolute strength of warriors in another world is basically the difference in the capacity of fighting spirit. Of course, what we are talking about here is that "absolute strength", martial arts, combat methods, etc. are not included.

If you want to divide the strength of a fighting spirit warrior, it is undoubtedly a benchmark for measuring advanced. Before high and advanced, the warrior relies on the capacity of fighting spirit in his body when fighting. The amount of this capacity is mainly reflected in talent, martial arts, acquired efforts, etc. The gap is actually not big, so some talented people often make amazing results of fighting overlevel battles or even defeating.

After advanced, it is one level and one realm. After stepping through the threshold of the earth level, the warrior vaguely begins to contact the martial arts level, which can drive the external fighting energy to fight. In this way, the power will undoubtedly increase exponentially. Therefore, although there seems to be only a small gap between the peak of the advanced and the primary level of the earth level, when the real battle is actually done, there will be a scene of being crushed by force.

If you touch the threshold of the air level, the warrior's experience and control of the external fighting energy will be much stronger, so you can often do some seemingly incredible things, such as flying in the air, such as controlling the surrounding area without moving...

Now at this fork in the road, the faint silver gauze emitted under the bleak light is undoubtedly the means by Ye Mo to control the area, and it is also the attack method he mastered after touching the threshold of the empty level.

In fact, if Tang En was here, he would definitely be familiar with this method. Because in the garrison, his storm skills had been suppressed by Zuofan in this way. The difference is that at that time, Zuofan's light golden tulle covered a wider area.

It's over, it's over... Looking at Bovis' trembling body in front, Jack didn't care about gloating. While exploding fighting spirit, he was under mountain pressure. He couldn't stop wailing in his heart. This was a crushing force of absolute strength. Not to mention any small means, even if he barely attacked, he could not do it. It was a completely desperate scene.

However, Jack, who was ashamed, did not notice that somewhere on his chest was getting hot, and the light flashed through the gray clothes, vaguely looking like a sword...

"Fuck! Jackal, Huch... I have the ability to kill the old man directly. Huch... I can only give me itch. Get out of here, roar!" Zhentian roared, Powells' face twisted, his fists soared into the sky, and the red fighting spirit around him surged violently, gushing like a tide, stretching out the light silver gauze around him for about an inch.

This is what Bovis, who was born with divine power, could do it, but despite this, the pressure on him was not reduced at all, and he even suffered a greater backlash due to resistance.

Yemo was not angry, and his expression was still faint. He just raised his hands and pressed down slightly less. Bang... It seemed like the sphere filled with air was forced to deform, the surrounding dust turned outward, and the ground trembled.

Puff puff puff... Although Yemo's movements were small, the dozens of cavalry lying on the ground had their eyes bulging, their mouths were sprayed with blood, and blood oozing faintly from their facial features, as if they were forcibly pressed out of their bodies, and kept wailing. These people were the lowest in the team. Although some other cavalry did not end up like this, half of their bodies were trapped in the soil and were still sinking.

Bernie and Powells finally couldn't hold on anymore, and knelt on one knee one after another, letting the fighting spirit surge around them, but their backs couldn't straighten up. Seeing the cavalry under his command struggle and howl, Powells' eyes were so bitter that he roared: "Damn it, I was the one who killed the jackal, fight me one-on-one, huh... Attacking an ordinary person with low strength, you're still an empty-level warrior, huh... I'm bah!!!"

The blood foam just came out of Bovis' mouth and fell straight down less than a foot after flying. Yemo glanced over, and the corner of his mouth suddenly raised slightly, revealing a bright but cruel smile, and pressed his hands down again!

Just now, the bodies of more than a dozen cavalrymen who were blew with blood mist suddenly shook, and the wailing sound stopped. Then, bang, bang, bang... The big head suddenly exploded like fruit, red, gray, white viscous objects splashed around, and some fell directly on the cavalry next to them, and their faces... It was like a purgatory scene, and the rich bloody aura instantly spread throughout the audience.

"Pay attention to your tone, otherwise, the price will be insignificant." As soon as you put your hands away, the light silver gauze disappeared, and Yemo said calmly.

Because the pressure suddenly disappeared, Bovis straightened his body instantly, then stared at the miserable situation beside him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Murgling sounds one after another, and the cavalry who survived the disaster struggled to climb out of the pit, rolled over to the ground, and gasped on their backs.

"Brother...ah!" A cavalry climbed to Gu Wutou's body and cried, tilted his head and howled, then his face was ferocious, his blood-red eyes were full of hatred, and he turned over and rushed forward with empty hands, "I'll fuck your mother, let me die!"

"No!" Bernie, who was standing beside him, staggered to catch him, but his body, which had been stiff before, was one step slower.

However, the cavalry naturally could not get close to Yemo. He was probably a few meters away and was stopped by the opponent and could not move.

"You either kill me now or I keep fucking..."

Bang, the head was broken and the sound disappeared. Yemo unconsciously let go of the fist that had just been clenched, as if he had let go of a strand of soul, stepped straight across the red and white thing all over the ground, and walked to Powells: "I think the conversation environment is better now, what do you think... Well, one question, who is the one who killed Samp and Eunice?"

"Ha..." Come back to his senses, Powells grinned silently, his face was dull, "What a coincidence, I want to know who he is."

Yemo raised his eyebrows and looked at the cavalry around him and shook his head.

"I don't need to lie to you." Seeing the other party's meaning, Powells' eyes twitched, his fists were clenched and loose, and finally explained, "He is a mole... that is, an assassin, I can't hide it for him... I only know that he is very good at pretending, using a pothole-filled dagger as a weapon, and others..."

"Wait a minute." Yemo frowned a little, raised his face and murmured thoughtfully, "The bumpy dagger, the bumpy... Haha, so that's it..."

Undoubtedly, because of the death of the goshawk, Yemo could not forget the character Tang En. Moreover, at that time, Tang En once had a brief contest with Eunice with a pothole-burning dagger, and he naturally still remembered it fresh. Combined with the fact that Eunice had trouble with the secret agency of the Gray Clothing Army a few months ago, everything was met.

It was the gray-clothed army again... Yemo shook his head. He knew it was done by the gray-clothed army. Of course he was a little depressed. He was just touching the threshold of the air level. However, Zuofan had already entered most of his body, so he was naturally not an opponent. But it was still too early to think about this now. After all, his target was not Zuofan, but Tang En...

"So, you don't know where that person is now?"

Bovis shook his head, Yemo looked at him calmly for a while, nodded as if he believed the words. Then he looked up at the horses behind everyone, and took a few steps back and stood still.

Bovis licked his lips and felt something. He calmly turned his face and broke off the big sword on his chest, took a step forward, narrowing his right eye slightly: "You have killed a lot of people... Please! Let these irrelevant people."

Bernie also walked to Powells with a blue spear and said calmly: "They are just ordinary people and dare not go to inform the Temple of Light. Letting them go will have no effect on you."

The cavalry around also knew that at the most critical moment, life and death were only in the other party's thoughts. Looking at the backs of Bovis and Bernie in front, their lips squirmed and they didn't say anything in the end. After all, if they could live, who would want to die...

The only person who doesn't have this idea is Jack. It's not that he has no luck at all, but that he is too familiar with the style of the bounty hunter, so the other party cannot miss this opportunity to eradicate the roots.

Sure enough, Yemo's mouth slightly shook his head slightly.

With his hands spread out, his long silver hair danced wildly in an instant, and a series of silver lights radiated out like a whip, stimulating the sky, looking like rising from the east. Then he closed his hands and pushed out quickly, "Hang..." a long roar like an angry silver dragon sounded. The scattered silver lights quickly gathered together and twisted, gradually revealing the clues of dragon shape.

The dust around the surroundings churned in shape, and the attack had not arrived, but the powerful aura of pressure had already rushed towards him. Bovis' left eye mask was blown away, so he threw away his helmet, tightened the big sword in his hand, and roared angrily: "Fuck your mother... kill me!"

After saying that, he narrowed his right eye and rushed forward with the powerful wind pressure. "Kill!" The cavalry also howled under the leadership of Bernie, and his face twisted with spears and rushed forward.

Everyone knows that they have absolutely no hope of survival, but at least they can choose to fight to death!

"It's all crazy..." Jack looked at the yelling cavalry, murmured, then reached into his arms, and took out a short sword casually, "Forget it, I'll be crazy too... Tang En, you must avenge me!" He howled, dragged his feet on the chain and rushed forward quickly.

Yemo was not far from the cavalry, but these few short steps were a natural barrier. When Bovis waved his sword to attack, Yemo glanced indifferently, and suddenly rose into the air. Then he stopped at an altitude about ten meters away, holding his hands high and pressing down!

This is a duel with completely unequal strength. Of course, Yemo did not have the idea of ​​making moves or sturdy momentum.

"And..." Another roar of the dragon shook the sky. The silver dragon had been completely formed. After circling rapidly in the air, it swooped towards the ants below.

"Northwest of the sky, throw it!" Bernie roared and took the lead in throwing Qingbui's long spear towards the Silver Dragon. Then dozens of long knight spears were tied with a red-light sword and then they broke through the air.

Bang, bang, bang...

It was fragmented and turned into iron filings all over the sky.

Of course this is futile. Except for the Green Spear and Red Spear that can last a little longer, the other knight spears were directly shattered before they even approached the Silver Dragon.

"Damn it, after all, it's a strength. Wait for me...ah!" Because of dragging the anklet, Jack failed to reach the group of cavalry, and naturally the short sword in his hand could not be thrown out. Now, seeing the silver dragon thunder pressing down and heading straight in front of him, he couldn't help but scream subconsciously, holding his head with his sword...
Chapter completed!