Look at the golden flames that are rapidly enlarging in front of your eyes.
Shen Tang held his sword across his body with a cold face and whispered the numbers.
"Three cups of tea will make the five mountains lighter."
The battle situation here attracted several eyes on the battlefield.
Chu Yao and Qi Shan secretly clenched their fists and stared at it for a moment, not daring to be distracted at all, waiting for the final result.
Wherever the golden flames passed, there was a piece of scorched earth underfoot, and even the surrounding air was distorted by the fire, reflecting Captain Yang's face twisted with angry murderous intent and his scarlet and bloodshot eyes.
With explosive sounds all the way, he slashed at Shen Tang's chest with a knife. It seemed like a single blow would kill him, as if a huge wave swallowed everything, making everyone who saw this scene feel helpless and despair. Captain Yang even saw Shen Tang being killed. A future that was split in half and killed on the spot.
result--
Zheng!
The transparent sword energy faced the golden sword energy with an indomitable momentum, and the slender and sharp sword body steadily blocked the blade several times its size.
The sword air that was split from it flew past Shen Tang, pulling out two ravines several feet long and three feet deep on the ground behind her. Smoke and dust rose up with the air waves, making people stunned.
At the moment of the confrontation, Captain Yang's expression changed drastically.
This blow didn't feel like it was cutting on the sword, but rather like it was colliding with an unshakable mountain. He was like a kite with its string broken, and was sent flying several feet away by the huge force of the rebound. The soldiers on the path were also hit. They were knocked away one by one and landed with a thud, vomiting out large mouthfuls of dirty blood.
Several literary scholars who participated in the war had the foresight to activate protective measures almost immediately to protect their fragile ears.
Others are not so lucky.
The loud roar caused by the collision made people's ears ring, and they couldn't hear any sound other than buzzing for several breaths. Some people even had splitting headaches and vomited. The fish in the pond that was slightly closer also suffered disaster, and were hit by the air waves. They were rolled and crawled around, or they were blown so hard that they couldn't open their eyes, their hair was messy, and they were forced to eat a mouthful of dirt.
Qishan: "..."
Chu Yao: "..."
Even they who were squatting twenty feet away from the camp were greatly affected. You can imagine what it would be like in the center of the battlefield...
Seeing this, the corners of Qishan's mouth twitched uncontrollably - even though he was wearing thick filters, he was too shocked by this scene to say anything else. What should he say?
Who can believe it?
A literary scribe! With just one man and one sword, he could withstand the all-out attack of a tenth-level Zuo Shu Zhang head-on - you must know that this blow can even split the wall of an ordinary small city, and can also break a huge boulder as high as one person. Such resistance What about the strength of the person who delivered the blow?
Just looking at Cai Cai's heroic and violent actions, Qi Shan dared to pat his chest and say that he was far superior to 90% of the men in the world. How could they believe Shen Xiaolangjun's words? How could any blind person believe this guy? If so? Do you believe "he" is Nv Jiao'e?
Both Qi Shan and Qi Shan have countless complaints in their hearts, but now is obviously not the time to be more serious about whether Shen Tang is a men's clothing boss or a women's clothing boss, because——
Captain Yang was shaken so hard that his internal organs seemed to be displaced, and Shen Tang was not feeling well either.
The body did not move, but most of the calf was forced into the ground.
The clothes on his upper body couldn't withstand it and were torn into pieces.
The exposed skin was covered with blood stains, and the blood from the wound soaked the fabric in just a few breaths. There was no need to put on makeup for this embarrassed look, just take out a broken bowl and go to the street. Just a freshly minted beggar.
Well, he is still at the level of elder or leader of the Beggar Clan.
"puff--"
The blood in the chest and abdomen was surging, and the iron smell surged into the throat. After enduring it again and again, I finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and a double image appeared in front of my eyes.
As soon as the words "Three cups of wine are poured out, the five mountains will become lighter" came out, and the elixir house that was originally full of literary spirit was instantly drained.
If Qi Shan hadn't lent her a lot of literary energy with a special Wen Xin Yan Ling before going into battle, she wouldn't even be able to activate that Yan Ling and would faint like the previous two times.
Shen Tang tightened his fingers on the "Mother's Sword", spat out the remaining blood foam with a sound, and raised his eyelids. His black and white eyes were cold and ruthless, as if they could reflect the death of Captain Yang. He keenly noticed that Shen Tang was in a bad situation. , Qi Shan and the two moved forward and backward.
Pray for good: "Wild fire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows and rekindles it!"
Chu Yao came later and said Ling arrived first.
"The popularity of Qi changes and continues to grow!"
After the two words came down, Shen Tang's pale complexion gradually became rosy, and even her aching chest felt much relieved. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and stood up with the sword, exerted force on her feet, and killed Captain Yang again! Gao He jumped up high and fell down a thousand pounds.
"Little thief, you came just in time!" Captain Yang opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly. He dragged the knife with his right hand and charged up his strength with both feet. His burly body greeted him like a small cannonball, and a beastly roar escaped from his throat. He shouted, "Come on! Am I afraid of you?"
The weapons collided and made a clanging sound!
Wherever the two men had killed, countless dense afterimages of swords were left behind. The soldiers at the camp did not dare to approach, and Captain Yang's subordinate officers were even more helpless. They were unable to help and were forced to stay away. Zhai Huan could pull him away from time to time. In the last round, the situation was deadlocked.
Several people couldn't help shouting in their hearts.
Cruel!
Really cruel!
The temporary camp was almost plowed by the impact of the two men's confrontation. The ordinary soldiers who were accidentally affected did not even have time to scream, and then set off on the road to report to Yama Luodian.
Die with your eyes open!
Several people had the same idea in their hearts——
Who is that strong man who is a bandit?
Why haven't I heard any news before?
In a face-to-face confrontation with a tenth-level Zuo Shu Zhang without even wearing half a piece of armor to protect himself, is he confident that he can take all the attacks without missing a beat, or is he conceited that he will not be hurt?
No matter which one it is, it’s scary!
This problem can deeply trouble several subordinate officials, but it cannot trouble Zhai Le, because he knows very well - why is Brother Shen so confident and arrogant?
He doesn't have any armor at all, so how can he transform into one?
(:3_ヽ)_
Because he is a literary scholar!
If everyone, especially Captain Yang, realizes this, they might vomit blood. Zhai Le thought to himself in amusement. However, he didn't know whether Captain Yang would vomit blood, but he knew that he would Vomited blood.
clang!
Under Gong Shuwu's pressing step by step, a slight crack appeared in the weapon at this moment, and Gong Shuwu's next blow was still in the same position! This time, the crack expanded further, spreading like a spider web across the entire blade.
Zhai Le used martial energy to repair the cracks.
But the repair speed is far slower than the enemy's damage speed.
finally--
After a shattering sound, the weapon was completely useless.
Gong Shuwu's broadsword struck him on his right shoulder.
The blade collided with the armor on the shoulder armor, causing a series of fierce sparks. Zhai Le was directly knocked away. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood foam, covering his shoulder. Under the palm of his hand, the cracked armor was glowing with martial energy. Slowly repaired under wraps.
Zhai Le's breathing became heavier and heavier.
My arm hurt so much that I could hardly lift it.
It's not like he hasn't fought against the ninth- and fifth-level doctors, not only from far away, but from close by. He had sparred with Gong Shuwu several times in the bandit camp, but at that time it was just a friendly fight and nothing serious.
The difference between just two levels is so big...
