Zhao Yuan used "war" to destroy invisible walls one after another.
This was a non-contact battle, but it was extremely dangerous. Zhao Yuan could imagine that as long as he stepped back, countless invisible walls would press over him and crush him to pieces.
No one knows what Zhao Yuan's combat value is.
The combat value test ring of the leader of the Raptor Mercenary Group was once cracked, and Zhao Yuan once defeated thousands of blood bulls in battle.
In this battle, in addition to strength, combat value plays a vital role.
Zhao Yuan's combat value is like a very slow but indestructible spear, attacking cities and territories bit by bit.
Zhao Yuan's clothes were flying, his long hair was flying, and the long black-backed knife dragged on the ground actually splashed with a thrilling stream of sparks.
Kuta was sweating profusely and his whole body was soaked.
He found that he had made a serious mistake. He should not use this thankless martial arts to stop Zhao Yuan, because he needed to build countless invisible shields, while Zhao Yuan only needed to build one on each side.
Destroy point by point.
Kuta originally wanted to give Zhao Yuan some color, but he didn't expect that he had trapped himself in a cocoon, leading to the current situation where he was riding a tiger and it was difficult to get off.
No, this situation must be changed!
Kuta supported the precarious invisible solid wall shield, thinking about solving this dead situation, because he could no longer stop Zhao Yuan from approaching.
"clatter!"
Kuta was still thinking, but Zhao Yuan did not give him a chance. His "Jing" had already sensed the flaw in Kuta's mind. He had been waiting for this opportunity.
At this time, Kuta was thinking about breaking the situation and had no intention of supporting him. Zhao Yuan immediately took advantage of the situation.
Raising his right arm, the sharp black-backed long sword seemed to bring a cloud of blood and slashed towards Kuta under the firelight, making a whistling sound through the air.
Lan Xin and the other big men didn't expect that Zhao Yuan, who seemed to be struggling on the sand dunes, would still have the energy to launch an attack, and they immediately let out an exclamation.
not good!
Seeing the heavy sword coming from the air, Kuta was shocked and hurriedly activated the spell.
An incredible scene appeared. There seemed to be a translucent crystal wall around Zhao Yuan's body, as if it were a substance.
Unfortunately, Kuta's remedy was already too late.
"Crack!"
The thick long knife containing powerful power struck the translucent crystal wall hard, making an earth-shattering cracking sound. The thick crystal wall actually revealed countless cracks, spreading radially around.
Amidst a burst of intensive and complicated spells, the crystal wall quickly recovered, and Nakuta was already sweating profusely and his face was pale.
"good!"
Zhao Yuan's sword was effective, and he suddenly felt so heroic that he shouted violently, sheathed his sword and struck again.
hack!
Cut again!
hack!
Cut again!
Amidst a violent cracking sound, the solid crystal wall quickly recovered and was quickly split into pieces.
"Hahahaha, martial arts wizards are nothing more than that!"
Seeing that Nakuta seemed to be unable to hold up, Zhao Yuan was so excited that he laughed loudly, jumped up several feet, held the black-backed long knife with both hands, and slashed at the thick crystal wall with all his strength.
"Peng!"
This time, the crystal wall did not make a cracking sound, but collapsed suddenly. The thick crystal wall was split into pieces by the black-backed long knife, as if billions of stars were scattered on the ground, and then disappeared invisible.
The desert has returned to silence.
However, the galloping fighting spirit still burned brightly in the night sky.
Zhao Yuan stood less than five feet in front of Kuta, with a long sword on his black back standing on the sand, his long hair flying, and he was extremely heroic.
"Kuta, although I stole the black-backed long sword of the Black-faced God, I am not one of his generals. You and him are really incomparable!" Zhao Yuan pointed at Kuta and laughed.
"Do you think you have defeated me?" Kuta was immediately annoyed by Zhao Yuan's naked sarcasm and sneered.
"The competition between you and me is not a battle of life and death. Victory or defeat doesn't matter. I'm just telling you that our Great Qin Empire is vast and rich in resources and has many talented people. The black-faced god is the pillar of the empire. How can you, a mere martial wizard, do it?"
contempt!"
"Is it possible that our assassin warriors are afraid of you, the warriors of Great Qin?" Kuta's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"Afraid or not, I need my subordinates to see the truth. It doesn't matter if I gain the upper hand with words." Zhao Yuan said sarcastically.
"Okay, let's see the truth today..." Kuta laughed angrily, holding the scimitar in his hand and striding toward Zhao Yuan.
"Kuta!"
"Miss." Kuta's body shook and he stood still.
"We are just discussing and discussing, forget it." Lan Xin winked at Kuta.
"Yes, Miss." Kuta walked to the bonfire and sat down expressionlessly, remaining silent.
Seeing that Kuta was not fighting, Zhao Yuan also put away his sword and strode to the bonfire.
"Zhao Yuan, do you have some friendship with that black-faced god?" Lan Xin asked.
"No. In fact, he hates me very much." Zhao Yuan said lightly.
"Then why do you defend him so much?" Lan Xin was a little confused.
"The relationship between me and him is just a personal grudge."
"Hmph, it seems that there is a racial conflict between us!" Lan Xin snorted coldly.
"Zhao is not in the temple, not in his position, and not in charge of politics. I can't control the affairs of the country, and I can't control it. However, I, Zhao Yuan, am a seven-foot man. If the country is facing a crisis, I will definitely take the lead and do my duty!" Zhao Yuan said one word!
A meal.
…
The bonfire was swaying, and there was an extremely quiet moment in the desert.
The big men seemed to have their own thoughts, looking at the flames in a daze, while Lan Xin was a little restless and kept scratching on the sand with branches, looking a little restless.
"Zhao Yuan, let me ask you, why can't the two countries live in peace?" Lan Xin asked.
"It's easier said than done." Zhao Yuan was stunned and said calmly.
"Why? Answer me!" Lan Xin asked.
"We can't find answers to many questions. Just like the grievances and grievances between the Cinu tribe and the Qin Empire can be traced back thousands of years, resolving these conflicts will definitely take more than a few words."
"Could it be that Da Qin and Ci Nu are going to fight forever?"
"Yes, in the long years, there will be some heroes trying to write history. When one party's strength becomes weaker, it will arouse the covetousness of the other party. This is an eternal truth."
"Who do you think will win if Ci Nu and Da Qin fight now?"
"Da Qin!" Zhao Yuan replied without thinking.
"Why?" Lan Xin snorted coldly.
"Although the current Great Qin Empire is not the most powerful in history, it is still politically connected and capable, with many capable people. The four gods guard the territory, and General Changkong guards the imperial capital. Some small countries cannot shake its foundation at all."
"Huh, we also have the great martial arts wizard Ruolin!" Lan Xin looked dissatisfied.
Zhao Yuan did not continue to argue and fell into silence. He knew that this matter could not be argued to a conclusion.
The bonfire is burning brightly.
The silence in the desert is suffocating.
Vaguely, Zhao Yuan discovered that there was a gap between him and several big men who had a harmonious relationship.
Of course, the most important thing is that Zhao Yuan discovered that after expressing his intention to protect the black-faced god, several big men showed strong hostility towards him.
Zhao Yuan just wanted to return to Blackwater City safely and did not want to cause trouble. As a subject of the Qin Empire, Zhao Yuan's pride was deeply ingrained in his bones. Naturally, silence was the best choice.
Seeing Zhao Yuan's silence, Lan Xin also lost interest in arguing. After all, who is weak and who is strong cannot be said with the mouth.
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