As expected by Wu Ding and the others, except for Tang En, an alien who does not cultivate fighting spirit, the other members in the gray space have been trained under Zuo Fan for a period of time. This tidal fighting technique was also learned at that time...

Seeing this, Haita came to his senses and sighed softly: "I'll stop my junior brother." No matter whether these people were disciples that Zuofan was recruiting, it is certain that they were indeed involved with Zuofan. In other words, it was related to the Sword God Sect. In this way, the sect of the same sects would naturally not be allowed to happen.

"Well... wait a little longer." Suddenly, Wu Ding looked up at the south and said softly, "Someone will come to stop him."

Haita was a little surprised when he heard this, and then looked at the south with his eyes... You should know that Woodin has not made up his mind about how to deal with Tang En, and Winsling's move undoubtedly made them very passive. After all, no matter what right or wrong, it has become a fact that both sides take action. Therefore, before there are major casualties, it is naturally the best choice to stop as soon as possible.

But Woodin seemed to have noticed something, and after thinking about it, he still let the situation develop like this...

If someone will stop you, it means that there is not yet. So the battle continues now, and Winsling is still strongly controlling the battle scene, and even improves his fighting spirit. "Tidal fighting... it is my cheap senior brother who taught you. Haha, it's ridiculous to show off his skills!"

Winsling pressed his arm down, and the purple spear lightly tapped the heavy sword, but in fact he accurately hit the gap between the tidal fighting light. In an instant, David's continuous violent fighting light was stagnant, and there were signs of breaking.

The tide fighting method, as its name suggests, the focus is on the word tide. If there is no external interference, the fighting light will continue to explode, like a wave rising above the wave, and eventually forming an unstoppable and wanton ocean.

But Winsling recognized it, so he naturally knew the flaws of the fighting and broke it casually. He kept shaking his head, "Too weak, too weak... I don't think you have the qualifications to practice this fighting, so let me take it back."

After the words came, Wen Silin curled his lips, and a spear trembled, and a two-color blue and purple fighting light surged out. It was also a tide, but there was almost no gap in the tide. Once Put was released, it was a terrifying power of thunder.

Needless to say, this is naturally a tidal battle. Since he said he wanted to regain David and his cultivation qualifications, then Winslin would of course think of showing the corresponding skills and completely defeating the other party in the same field. Only then can he take it back legitimately... Well, that's right, Winslin is arrogant...

But at this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from behind, "Is that right?"

"Huh?" Wenslin raised his sword eyebrows and did not turn his head back. He quickly pulled the spear back from his ribs, stabbing him in the back with an extremely skillful spear. There was no hesitation in the middle, as if he had expected someone from behind.

However, he still stabbed the air with the shot. He turned his head with no sign of anyone behind him. However, David and others around him looked happy and immediately withdrew from the battle circle. "I want to take it back..." The faint voice without any emotion came from behind again, as if he had turned around with Wen Silin just now.

Stomp again quickly... still fail!

"...You don't have that qualification yet!"

"Pretending to be a ghost..." Winslin was shocked in his heart twice in a row, but he still curled his lips on the surface. When he turned his spear, he suddenly swung his guns and waved his head quickly in all directions, raising his head and shouting angrily, "Get out for me!"

"Idiot. It's right in front of you..." Sighing with a faint regret, Wen Silin suddenly raised his head, his pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and several imperceptible blood blades were like fish entering the water. They easily passed through the numerous gun shadows and reached in front of him!

So fast... The shocking thought flashed by. Fortunately, Winsling is not a young man without practical experience, and the Sword God could not teach such a disciple. He subconsciously stepped back and bowed his waist in reverse.

With a hissing, it was as slight as the wind roar, and the blood-colored blade light passed by without any breath of fireworks. Then a face that was extremely ordinary passed by... Is this Tang En?

This is naturally Tang En!

Although Tang En could sense the magical ability of someone to fight in the city from a distant city without the sword god Wuding. But an air-level warrior was not far away from his side and released his fighting spirit without any concealment, so he could naturally know. He just rushed over and was slowed down, and David's arm was broken... Fucked!

When he came, Tang En also thought about how to deal with this Wen Silin. Tang En didn't care about this person. No matter how amazing the talent he had, the origin of the bunker, etc., in Tang En's eyes, these were all over the clouds. The only troublesome thing was his identity as a disciple of the Sword God. If he could not offend him, Tang En naturally did not want to offend Bran for no reason without meeting him.

But after seeing David being injured, Tang En left rampantly, and all kinds of concerns were thrown away - Damn, if you touch me, you will die!

Tang En thought so and did the same. Before Wen Sling opened the distance and launched his gun again, he directly swung his dagger to attack. With all his strength, countless blood-colored light blades instantly submerged Wen Sling.

In close combat, the genuine empty-level warrior cannot get any advantage in Tang En's hands, let alone Winsling, who just stepped into the empty-level threshold with one foot.

In just a short moment, Wen Silin took more than ten steps in a row and rushed out of the hall, but the blood-colored blade light was like a maggot on his tarsal bone, like a shadow!

Starting to retreat first was purely strategic consideration, that is, to set a distance between the spear. But then Winslin was shocked to find that this move not only failed to achieve his goal, but instead made the opponent's momentum prosper and he became more passive...

Attack, Attack, Attack... Back, Back, Back...

After a moment, through the open space outside the hall, Winslin smashed the outer wall in a mess, and lime flew. But this did not change the slightest battle situation. He was still suppressed, suppressed without any breath! So far, except for two shots before, he had no chance to attack...

How is it possible, how is it possible... again, this trick again, this hell way of fighting...

Winslin was shocked and frustrated while wielding half of the spear, and he felt that Don En was so naughty that he started to attack first, but the current fighting style is still like this, so... he insisted on fighting.

Yes, it's just a stubborn fight!

No warrior fights like this. Even if there is no need to distance themselves like a magician, the battle between warriors should not be based on their respective strengths, martial arts, combat experience, etc., and the final result is to determine the outcome?

But now - some blood blades are obviously impossible to achieve any results, and some blood blades are simply impossible to hurt the vital points... But this blood blade is so trivial, and he attacks indecisively, like a buzzing eagle that can't bite or hurt people, but... it's annoying!

More importantly, Winsling had to spend his time resisting such an attack. Because in a flash, you cannot confirm whether this seemingly unintentional attack will instantly turn into a fatal killing move once it is put in!

Therefore, Wen Silin Kong had a fighting spirit at the empty level, various powerful martial arts... but he had no chance to use it at all, so he could only retreat and continually retreat and confront...

More than a hundred meters of outer roof, "Defeated..." Wu Ding narrowed his eyes and looked at the battle below, especially Tang En's fighting style that was very different from another world. He paused, shook his head and sighed, "Winsling has no chance."

Haita was stunned when he heard this. Everyone saw Winsling's passiveness, but the passiveness here was just a passiveness in the scene and it did not mean anything. At least Winsling can resist it now and is not injured yet, and the battle has only been fought for about a minute... Is he defeated?

If you don’t understand, you have to ask, “Master, I don’t understand… Although the junior brother is in a critical situation now, he uses the tidal fighting spirit, and the more he fights, he will still have the chance to successfully break the deadlock after he accumulates to a certain stage, right?”

Wu Ding shook his head: "You are wrong. This is not a matter of the strength of the fighting spirit. No matter how strong the fighting spirit is, if it cannot be released reasonably and cannot be accurately hit, it will not hurt people... It's like how terrifying the fighting spirit in this world, but we are in it, so we live well."

"This is a question of the rhythm of the battle. Since the beginning, Winsling has been completely brought into the rhythm of the opponent's battle, with a short blow. Even if he realized this problem later, he had already been deeply involved in it and could not extricate himself and had no chance to break the situation. Or... the moment he broke the situation, that is, when he was defeated."

"This man's fighting rhythm is..."

"Fighting in close combat." After a moment, Wu Dingxu pointed to Tang En, "This person's close combat ability is only seen in my life. It's completely...well, unreasonable!"
Chapter completed!