Facing the iron shields coming up, Ye Cheng's body quickly spun, and he struck several round shields diagonally with huge slashes. The huge impact force immediately caused several people in the first row to roll backwards, and knocked out all the people in the back row.
Knocked to the ground.
However, with a large number of people, a small group of people fell down and another group of people blocked them, showing no fear at all.
Seeing the players fall down one by one, and a group of people rushing up, Ye Cheng felt that the blood all over his body was boiling, and the spiral energy was suddenly activated. With the cooperation of the golden bell cover, and the addition of the exhibition armor,
Super high protection, greatly weakening the damage received.
One man with one sword, standing proudly in the small building, the sky full of sword shadows and langs of energy made these cannon fodders scream in agony. Under the blessing of the spiral energy, no one could stop Ye Cheng if they were either dead or injured.
of a knife.
If Ye Cheng has benefited most from Yue Shan's letters, it is the domineering spirit. According to what he said, this sword was originally meant to kill people. As the saying goes: The sword wielder is the courage of hundreds of soldiers, and its essence is Qilin.
Those who wield the sword must have the courage to move forward, and the will to sacrifice themselves for benevolence.
It was precisely because of this unswerving belief that Yue Shan achieved his later achievements. Although his sword skills were somewhat eccentric, they were more of endless bravery. It was precisely for this reason that Song Que was able to
Couldn't kill him.
In this crowd with no end in sight, Ye Cheng finally understood Yue Shan's sword intention, and even more admired this amazingly talented swordsman. Only he could find a new way to boldly integrate the killing power of the sword into his sword skills.
middle.
Ye Cheng, who was caught up in that wonderful feeling, didn't care about the players around him at all. Every sword strike seemed to be based on instinct and was executed naturally. Unknowingly, he had blocked several waves of human walls.
In the impact, no fewer than a hundred people were killed or injured by his sword. The steps were stained with blood for a while, and the blue armor on his body had merged with the blood, making it a frightening red.
Although the players around them were protected by shields and even had armor covering their bodies, they were still torn into pieces under the huge and wide slash. Even so, the players who covered the sky still rushed forward one after another.
After a long time, Ye Cheng's spirit was shaken, and he woke up from that artistic conception. His whole body's energy and spirit seemed to have changed, like an indestructible sharp blade. Even the spiral energy around him was condensed by two points and rotated.
The tearing force inside is even more frightening.
The slightly raised corners of his mouth were like a silent sneer in everyone's eyes. Although he was annoyed, there was an inexplicable chill.
Ye Cheng took one step forward and moved his whole body with a single stroke, like a steel killing machine, with a giant slashing sword in front, and layers of imaginary knives swept out, and the sound of weapons clashing could not be heard.
Yun Zhetian and others on the long street frowned even more. They did not expect that this injured man could still have such strong fighting power. They were even more afraid of Ye Cheng, and the murderous intention in their hearts was even more intense.
point.
The moment Ye Cheng stepped out of the small building wielding the giant slash, both Yun Zhetian and the people watching the excitement were all shocked. It would have been fine if he had just relied on his ethereal Qinggong to wander around the battlefield, but...
He was killed out of hundreds of well-equipped players with one man and one sword.
Relying on the weirdness of body skills cannot prove how strong one is. But at this moment, Ye Cheng killed with the giant blade in his hand, which was enough to shock everyone. After all, someone who took the head of a general out of a million soldiers would be even more shocking.
Ye Cheng looked at Yun Zhetian on Jingli's horse, slashed horizontally with a giant slash, knocked several people away and then laughed and said: "Yun Zhetian, are you going to let these cannon fodder die? It seems that they are working for you in vain.
Got it!"
Yun Zhetian's handsome face looked ugly for a while, and he waved hurriedly behind him. After a while, someone beat the war drum. Ye Cheng suddenly felt the pressure around him lighten. Looking at the Zhetian gang who were slowly retreating, he couldn't help but feel secretly.
I praise these people for being well-trained, and they did not appear too chaotic when retreating, and they were somewhat organized.
Slowly exhaling a breath, even if Ye Cheng's inner strength is deep and his recovery power is strong, he still feels overwhelmed under this kind of pressure. Now he can finally get a chance to breathe, and he naturally recovers quickly without showing any emotion.
, looking coldly at the crowd around him.
Yun Zhetian suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Brother Killing God is really unfathomable. He ruined two hundred of my masters in vain. I underestimated you too much, so I let my brother from Zhan Dao Hall greet you. I hope
You’ll still be able to laugh after a while!”
"If I can still laugh, then you should be the one crying!"
Without waiting for Yun Zhetian's instructions, experts from the surrounding rooftops immediately flew over. The number of them was not very large, only about twenty.
One of them took the first step and wanted to take the lead. A snake spear more than half a foot long in his hand suddenly thrust forward, carrying a shadow of the spear and attacking from above. The thick shadow of the spear blocked all the light within two feet, filling the sky.
The strong energy swept across a distance of several feet, and the sound of "chichi" was endless, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.
This attack, which seems extremely powerful to outsiders, seems to Ye Cheng to be just an illusion. Only one strike of the spear shadow in the sky is real. It is far from reaching the realm of a real master who can turn the imaginary into reality.
The phantom has no attack power at all, it is nothing more than an illusion.
Ye Cheng sneered and said: "At this level, you can be considered a master, but Zhetian is no more than that. I think it's better to leave as soon as possible!"
The man with the spear in mid-air had a cold expression on his face, and the feeling of being insulted came into his heart. The spear in his hand tightened even more, and suddenly a half-foot-long aura appeared, and he rushed down at an accelerated speed, shouting: "
Arrogant guy, you will die!"
“Those who don’t know their own weight are the most miserable!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Cheng drew his sword in an instant, and the huge slash drew a bright arc in the air for half a year, as if following an invisible trajectory, and accurately hit the tip of the spear in the shadow of the spear that filled the sky.
The image dissipated instantly, leaving only the iron spear body.
In the man's surprised eyes, the true spiral power suddenly burst out and sank into the spear body along the giant slashing blade.
"ah!"
With a shrill scream, the man who wielded the spear rolled back with his liver and gallbladder shattered. After spitting out a large mouthful of blood in mid-air, he fell heavily onto the long stone street.
Ye Cheng, who has established his power with a sword, naturally weighed the weight of this person, which is at the level of a senior middle-level person at best, and knew that this team of people was probably at the same level. A team with only more than 20 people was simply too much for Ye Cheng.
Even the meat that comes to your mouth can be cleaned up at a small cost.
In an instant, he understood that although this state is also a state, its area is several times smaller than that of Yizhou. It does not have particularly rich resources. It is also located on the border and has an economic depression and a different level of prosperity.
Very far, so the number of players is not that many, so being able to gather so many masters is already considered very good.
Killing one person with one blow did not arouse the panic of the remaining people. After all, they had a huge advantage in numbers. There had not yet been a very powerful master in Dangzhou. They were the strongest representatives of Dangzhou. This is
The ignorant are fearless.
Ye Cheng took out a bottle of good wine on the street, took a sip, and laughed: "Refreshing!"
Without waiting for the crowd's attacks to come, people had already followed the sword and rushed into the crowd with a shadow of the sword. The condensed sword energy was even more lethal, and the giant slash was swung completely without any rules. With the fluctuation of interest, every time
Each blow weighed more than a thousand kilograms, and those who were struck by the weapons all fell away.
Under the extremely strong protective power, not even a single scratch appeared, and the more than 20 experts had been killed left and right, and there were even five or six unlucky ghosts who wanted to sneak attack Yecheng. Naturally,
The giant swordsman was thrown away with his weapons, and he fell to the ground with a muffled groan. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Ten minutes later, there were less than ten people left who were still capable of fighting, and they were more or less injured, struggling to support the battle.
Ye Cheng took the time to take a sip of wine gracefully, and then his body violently spun around. He raised his giant slash like a windmill, and slashed hard at the weapons surrounding the people around him. After the "ding, clang, clank" sound, he was still standing.
There were only two people left, and the rest were all ready to fly away, and their weapons were mostly broken.
Ye Cheng let out a long breath and shouted loudly: "Happy!"
After calming down the qi surging in his chest and abdomen, he laughed and said: "Yun Zhetian, I seem to have the last laugh. I really disappoint you, haha!"
Yun Zhetian's eyes were red at this moment, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. In his mind, no matter how strong Ye Cheng was, he would not be so strong. Not only did the elite sword and shield hand lose more than two hundred people, but now
Even his proud trump card suffered so many casualties, which definitely damaged Zhetian's vitality.
Ye Cheng stabbed the long knife into the ground, drank the wine in one gulp, sweat dripped from his disheveled hair, and an unprecedented joy filled his heart. After such a long period of fighting, the true energy in his body was still full and powerful.
Yun Zhetian looked at Ye Cheng coldly and said sternly: "Smiling Killer God, don't be proud. Even if you risk my life this time, I will keep you here. I am the master of this state.
Heaven’s help!”
Ye Cheng sneered, pulled out the giant slash from the ground, and said loudly: "Yun Zhetian, just let go and come here, I will give you three moves to make you die more decently!"
"Arrogant!"
Yun Zhetian slapped his horse's back, and with the help of his strength, he flew diagonally into the sky. A three-foot green-edged long sword flashed out with a stream of green light, and a sword flower appeared. He yelled: "Watch me take your head."
!”
Yun Zhetian, who was sitting high down, had taken advantage of it to the extreme. He was not a fool. He naturally knew that Ye Cheng's skill was definitely better than his own. However, after such a long period of fighting, he thought it must have been quite exhausting.
If we try our best, there may be a glimmer of hope.
Ye Cheng looked coldly at Yunzhe Tian, who was flying towards the sky like a goshawk. This attack seemed ordinary, but in fact it was something strange. The energy was condensed but not dispersed, the form was dispersed but the spirit was not dispersed. In the end,
What's rare is that he can lock his target from a distance with his strength, and he is considered a good master. After all, he doesn't have any foundation as the leader of a gang. Otherwise, how can he lead a gang of tens of thousands of people.
However, these are still not enough. At most, they can only delay his death. Some invisible gaps cannot be made up by simple sword moves. If you fail to understand that level, you can only be regarded as an ordinary master in the end.
