The leader of the hunter put down his bloody cloak, glanced at the beast-headed man around him with a cold look, and then walked towards Yang Muyun step by step.
The two hunters sitting back to back on the ground were tense, but they did not show any expression on their faces.
There are beast-headed men a few hundred steps away. Not to mention long-range attacks, even if a stone is thrown over, they can take their lives.
But these two hunters were not afraid at all.
They tried their best to breathe and breathe, guiding the golden energy to wander in their bodies, stimulating their physical potential, and restoring their weak physical strength.
These two hunters understand that as long as the leader is there, no one dares to move themselves, and as long as they recover their ability to move, they can survive.
As for the leader's strength, the two never doubted it.
The famous powerful men in the hunter organization have traversed the north for thirty years with one sword, killing tens of thousands of barbarians.
Yang Muyun also knows the information of the hunter leader.
Valentina's intelligence clearly mentioned that the person's name is unknown.
Most of the hunters who are active in the Northland are like this, without names, only missions, either die without names or triumphant glory, and their great achievements will be announced when they appear publicly.
The leader of the hunter is nicknamed the Wind Sword, which is only a strait from the Wind Sword Saint. In addition to the superb sword skills he has sharpened in the killing, he is also a devout believer in the temple.
Hunters usually have the identity of a temple knight, and hunting barbarians and other creatures is also paying heresy for the gods and Qing dynasties, so they usually have God’s gifts.
God's gift is like the Moon God's blessing to the Goblin. It may be a power or an object, but there is no doubt that God's grace is very useful and powerful, and can usually decide to win in battle.
burden.
As for the God's Gift of the Breaking Wind Sword...
Like his name, there is no source of information and no one knows it.
This is a powerful opponent. Logically, Yang Muyun should avoid his edge and develop in a low-key manner.
The explosion just now had already earned enough face, enough to let the creatures around Tielu City know their strength and means.
But Yang Muyun did not stop when he saw it was good, but turned around and wanted to eat the Qifeng Sword together.
There is no way, the strength of the Qifeng Sword is too strong, and it is only a strait from the "Sword Saint" respected by the human world.
Today, all the soldiers under Jifeng Jian were killed by Yang Muyun, and this beam was completely formed. In order to cleanse the shame, Jifeng Jian must have been staring at Yang Muyun endlessly.
Sneak attacks and assassinations are all used.
The flower planter has Laxida in charge, so he may not be afraid of the Qifeng Sword, but what about the periphery?
The subordinates always have to go out to collect, hunt, courtship, etc., and have opened trade with Tielu City, and caravans have to go back and forth every now and then. So many targets are exposed outside, all of them are attacking targets of the Breaking Wind Sword.
The most important thing is that the Wind Sword is likely to break through at any time and become the Wind Sword Saint. By then, the threat will be greater and the hidden dangers will be deeper.
It’s better to take advantage of the weakest time of the Storm, and eliminate future troubles forever.
The fingers of the Qifeng Sword passed through the sword spine and said coldly: "The sword is called Qifeng, and the Qifeng in your hand are both famous swords from the four northern countries."
Yang Muyun glanced at the weapon in his hand, "Oh? Xifeng? But I prefer to call it Dugu Jiu."
The Sword of the Rising Wind did not understand the meaning of Dugu Jiu, so he just snorted, "Soon, it will be Feng Feng again."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Qifeng Sword shook at his feet, and his body swayed left and right, and almost instantly came to Yang Muyun. The long sword in his hand shook left and right, and shaking the waves and stabbed Yang Muyun.
Yang Muyun's mental reaction and physical reaction were almost at its peak. His feet were swayed three steps, and the Qifeng Sword fell to nothing and felt a chill of his waist and ribs.
What a fast sword, this kid has something to do!
The Sword of the Wind thought it was already fast enough. Almost no one in the four northern countries was faster than him. Even those strong men who received the title of Sword Saint may not be faster than him.
But today, I actually saw such a fast sword in a barbarian - at least, no slower than myself.
"This son is so sharp that he must not be kept."
Take a step back to avoid Yang Muyun's attack, rush forward at the foot of the Qifeng Sword, and continue to attack Yang Muyun.
A simple straight stab was omitted, and the Storm Sword fully utilized its own speed skills.
But Yang Muyun moved horizontally again, and the moment the attack of the Qifeng Sword fell, he twisted his body, continued to rush forward, and stabbed straight.
Now it was Yang Muyun's turn to feel uncomfortable.
It is true that Yang Muyun can avoid the Storm of the Wind, but the Storm of the Wind will continue to follow up and stab directly. Yang Muyun moves horizontally again to avoid it.
Just like playing chess, one person keeps being generals and the other keeps moving the veterans, no one will die, and just keeps consuming it.
But it was this rogue style of playing that made Yang Muyun feel much pressure.
Because it is too simple, so simple that there is no trick to it. It just depends on who makes the mistake first, even a slight mistake will be infinitely enlarged.
Yang Muyun is talented, after all, being old is that, young means having little experience. The Qifeng Sword is a strong man who is rushing to the Sword Saint. What he lacks most in his life is combat experience, especially the experience of stifling geniuses like Yang Muyun.
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While the Qifeng Sword was chasing him fiercely, he still had the energy to speak.
"Is this God? What a weak God!"
"Stay running away, the bravery of the barbarians, face me and fight!"
Seeing the battle between Yang Muyun and the Qifeng Jian, the onlookers were amazed.
So strong, so fast!
Some of the bad eyes were not in a good way and I could not keep up with them. I only saw two blurry shadows chasing them, and my outlines were gone.
Yang Muyun roared in his heart, hurry up, hurry up!
The little bit of faith power is poured into the legs and integrated into the lower body, especially the special abilities of giant claw crabs in the feet, slowly change qualitatively and improve with the strengthening of faith power.
As a result, Yang Muyun moved sideways faster and faster, and the distances moved sideways became farther and farther.
The Qifeng Jian felt the changes in his opponent and immediately exclaimed, "You heretics, steal your faith and strengthen yourself and gain power that does not belong to you. But it doesn't matter. If you kill you, these faiths will return to the gods!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jifeng Jian leaned forward, and his right hand, which was behind him, suddenly lifted out. A squirting sword energy broke away from the sword blade and slashed towards Yang Muyun.
Yang Muyun dared not take it head-on.
The sword in his hand wiped a circle and a half to remove the sword energy elsewhere, and at the same time, he moved forward with the impact of the sword energy.
However, the Qifeng Sword was like a gangrene attached to the bone, swinging the sword three times in a row, and three sword energy blocked Yang Muyun's left, middle and right.
Yang Muyun moved a distance, and the sword energy almost wiped his arms. Although it did not hit him, the sharp wind breath still slashed his clothes and cut his flesh.
The Sword of the Wind smiled.
Although it is just a small wound, under this high-speed pursuit, blood will continue to seep out of the wound, and the opponent's physical strength will become less and less and weaker as the blood is lost.
However, the next moment, the Qifeng Jian was stunned.
No drop of blood was flowing out of the opponent's arm. Not only that, the wound was also closed and healed in a blink of an eye. If it weren't for the breaking hole on the sleeve, the Qifeng Sword would have doubted whether the moment had completely failed.
Yang Muyun activated the spider silk to suture the wound, and then poured the force into the ring on his hand. The densely packed prints were activated, and the whistling sound of wind lingered around him, stirring.
The heart of the Qifeng Sword tightened.
The blood-colored tornado in Hulu Valley was too shocking, so when the wind blew, the Qifeng Sword cautiously slowed down.
Having a breathing opportunity, Yang Muyun quickly knocked his heels on the ground, shook off the shoes on his feet, revealing a pair of white, pink and tender soles.
After arching his toes, Yang Muyun said to himself: "Sure enough, it's still comfortable not to wear shoes."