Chapter 157: The Golden Tent Swordsman
In the hands of the Golden Tent Knife, the person who had been sitting on the horse's back, who was also the most powerful among the three, finally took action at this moment.
He took a deep breath, and first his abdomen quickly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the bones, muscles and even veins of his entire body began to expand rapidly. The momentum that came from his entire body became more and more intense and stronger.
All the Xiliang spies and even ordinary Xiliang soldiers are familiar with this move. When they fought against the grassland barbarians a few years ago, the elite among the grassland barbarians had established many magical achievements with this method. At that time, the news of the Xiliang soldiers was blocked, and they would not understand it at all. It seemed that they were seriously injured and dying, and even the grassland barbarians who only breathed half a breath on their bodies simply breathed in one breath, and then they suddenly became alive. This magical and even inexplicable method had a huge negative impact in Xiliang at that time. Xiliang soldiers were definitely not afraid of death, but people were afraid of unknown things. At first glance, this enemy that could not be killed no matter how they were killed, would be no one who was afraid?
Fortunately, after Gu Xianfo came to Xiliang, in order to protect his precious son, Gu Xiang devoted a lot of effort to Xiliang. Among them, Qirong, a grassland that had a life-and-death entanglement with Xiliang, would definitely not let him go. After sacrificing a lot of manpower and material resources on the grassland, Gu Xiang found out the true face of this magical magic.
Of course, this method is definitely impossible to be a magic trick. This method of breathing is a magical secret technique developed by the most noble prophet on the grassland after nine years of hard work. It is called "whale swallowing". The effect of this method is indeed as seen by the soldiers of Xiliang. It can even reach the state of "life and death, flesh and white bones". However, such a mysterious technique against the sky will definitely not be easy to use. Otherwise, if the entire Qirong barbarian could use the whale swallowing at will, they would have conquered the entire Daqian with this secret technique.
Every time a whale swallow is used, it is either at the cost of roots or bones or... at the cost of life. After the whale swallow is used, the power may reach a new height in a short period of time, but the subsequent explosive effect is not something that ordinary people can bear, so few Qirong barbarians will take the initiative to use this trick before they are absolutely necessary.
An ordinary cruel trick is to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of them.
Whale swallowing kills one thousand enemies and loses eight thousand of them.
If Gu Xianfo was here, he would definitely find that the whale swallowing performed by this golden tent knife hand was particularly like the mysterious repair method used by the old dragon when the double-pupil Dragon King was hunting and killing the old dragon on Fenglei Mountain.
It is similar in size, but it is similar in style.
Now, the most powerful Qirong Manzi among the Golden Tent Knife Hands actually used the whale swallow at the beginning of the battle. Of course, this does not mean that he is crazy, but that this battle is too important, so important that he can do whatever he wants even if he loses his qi, blood and roots!
This Golden Sword Hand was originally as strong as a master with the peak of the word "Di". When he used the whale swallowing desperately, he looked a bit like a sign of breaking through the Great Pass of Heaven and Earth. In every move, the qi of the master with the word "Di" flowed into it.
The Golden Sword Hand was already huge. After executing the whale swallow, his body became three points bigger. He shouted softly, his voice like spring thunder exploded on the tip of his tongue. Then he jumped up, holding a golden knife three points thicker than the ordinary Golden Sword Hand in his right hand. In the sunlight, the Golden Sword flashed with dazzling golden light, which made people dare not look directly at it.
The golden tent knife hand stagnated slightly in the air. In such a moment, his sharp eyes had already scanned all corners around him.
Then the next moment, he moved his whole body from stillness in an instant. The huge body was as agile as a mouse-catching raccoon. He held a golden knife in one hand and jumped high down. However, the target he was looking for was not Wang Degui who was sitting on the ground and waiting for death, but he snatched at a bunch of camels on his right hand.
The attack of the Golden Tent Knife Hand was extremely fierce. The pile of camels were thorns under the impact of this strong aura and were inconsistent. Before the blade of the Golden Tent Knife Hand arrived, his qi had already arrived at the destination first.
After two breaths, more than ten feet of distance passed in a flash under the culprit of the Golden Tent Knife Hand.
There was nothing in front of him, but the murderous aura contained in this golden tent knife hand was at its peak, as if he wanted to slash the pile of camels in half with this long-established knife!
When the sharp golden knife was less than three inches away from the camel's stab, the quicksand and camel's stabbing suddenly exploded. Before the figure could be seen, a cold light flashed, and a black matte Xiliang knife broke out directly and slashed directly against the golden knife hand of the golden tent.
The golden tent knife in the air smiled grimly, and turned his waist and exerted force again in the air. He directly slashed down against the opponent's Xiliang Sword.
In an instant, the violent sound of gold and iron intersecting swords spread throughout the yellow sand.
The Xiliang scout who had just poked out half of his body was cut off and died.
Under the slash of the Golden Tent Knife Hand, the Tianling Cap of the Xiliang scout who was just over 20 years old was split open, and the white and red sputtered all over the ground.
The Golden Tent Knife landed on the ground, stretched out her tongue and licked a blood point that splashed to her mouth. She raised her right foot and kicked the Xiliang scout who was dead and still holding her left foot tightly, and walked slowly towards another pile of camel thorns with the golden knife in one hand.
As he moved, his breathing and heartbeat were slowly adjusted to the peak moment. As soon as he killed the Xiliang scout, his golden sword was stained with blood. The same was true for the Qirong Barbarians. Both blood and blood were different from each other.
Just as the Golden Tent Knife Hand had walked halfway, three crossbow arrows shot from his side towards his temple at the temple with a rapid thunder. The speed was astonishing.
However, in front of a top-notch Golden Sword Knife Hand, the three black crow crossbows that could have shot through the chest of ordinary armorers were destined to fail to achieve success. As soon as he entered the Golden Sword Knife Hand within three steps, his speed was reduced directly like a mouse meeting an old cat. The Golden Sword Knife Hand snorted with a cold hand. The Golden Sword Knife Hand pulled a knife flower in his hand, and the three iron arrows were cut into six pieces like a dead tree.
Just when his aura was slightly leaking, the yellow sand in front of him exploded again, and another Western Sword broke out of the ground and slashed towards his head.
The Golden Tent Knife Hand didn't even look at it, and he dragged the knife with his right hand and slashed it with his backhand. The unpretentious scout of Xiliang didn't even hum, and was easily cut into two pieces by this knife.
Chapter completed!