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The five bright sword lights are as gorgeous as a split plum blossom.(.)
It was so beautiful when it fell in the eyes, but it was so fatal when it hit the body! The yellow-robed mage opposite showed a horrified expression without any surprise, "Am I too far behind? I met such a master as soon as I came up.
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It is said that he flew up on the ladder, but he had just emerged, and had not even had time to get up to the battlements. He didn't even have a place to stay, and he didn't even have time to breathe, and the sword light was all over him.
The eyes, throat, left and right sides of the chest, the five vital points are all covered by the sharp edge, and any attack on any place will be fatal.
The scimitar in his hand fought back with all his strength, and struck out three times in a row. Three equally dazzling sword lights struck side by side, like a rhombus that went straight into the center of the gorgeous plum blossom.
"Clang, clang, clang..." A series of dense symphony sounded, and a smile appeared on the face of the yellow-robed mage. He felt that his three swords had indeed blocked the five swords. "It turned out to be a silver-like wax gun head.
Missed...uh..."
I don't know when a palm passed through the shadow of the sword, and suddenly appeared in front of the yellow-robed mage who was smiling. Before he could make any reaction, a palm was heavily imprinted on his chest. With a shrill scream,
Spraying hot blood, the yellow-robed mage fell straight to the bottom of the city like a rolling log and stone of different colors...
"Brothers, kill..." He succeeded instantly, Zhu Biao shouted with his sword shaken.
Seeing the unstoppable yellow-robed mage fall in the hands of his commander with one move, the soldiers of the Han army on the east wall were instantly shaken. The already fearless military spirit immediately became more turbulent and burning like fire.
Facing the invincible yellow-robed and black-robed mage who flew onto the city, they pursued them to the death.
"Hang him, hold him, just wait until the captain arrives..." With this thought in mind, countless loyal and brave soldiers died generously in this short period of time.
"Snapped--"
"ah--"
The blade of the sword held up the staff of a black-robed mage. Zhu Biao used rare gentleness to guide the staff to the upper right area. With one sword and one staff, he lifted up the scimitar that was coming at him and stopped it in mid-air.
At this time, Zhu Biao took the opportunity to strike with his left palm. Without much gesture, the effect was like a giant ax and a heavy hammer. The black robe of the staff screamed and fell down, and it immediately died.
With one less enemy, how could he withstand Zhu Biao with just a scimitar and a black robe? The sword lights fell like a meteor shower, fast, fast, cruel and accurate, making it dazzling and difficult to distinguish the incoming force. Only a dozen swords took advantage of it.
While he was wearing a black robe and looking at one thing and another, the shining sword tip had already pierced his chest.
"Boom -" The staff hit the city wall with two Han soldiers, and the solid battlements were crumbling. The two Han soldiers turned into a puddle of flesh. Each inch was longer and stronger. Compared with the scimitar, the god who wielded the staff
Cultists are more lethal.
"Seeking death!" Zhu Biao glared angrily. Not only was this yellow-robed mage the closest to him, but he was also the most arrogant. The staff was held wide open and closed in his hand, majestic, like a meat grinder, grabbing the soldiers' attention all the time.
Life. The body of the staff was as strong as a heavy hammer. The bodies of the Han soldiers who died miserably with each blow were either rotten to pieces, or their entire bodies were shattered by the blows, and the bloody and mutilated limbs were unbearable to see.
"Die to me -" Zhu Biao stepped on the battlement, and like lightning, he flew across a distance of three to five feet, and with only two ups and downs, he rushed straight to the yellow-robed mage.
When a person is in the air, he will be struck down with a palm first, and then a rain of swords as fast as meteors will hit him.
The black staff was wrapped around him. This yellow-robed mage was much stronger than those Zhu Biao had encountered before. It felt very similar to the one in "Devil May Cry Three Slashes".
The heavy shadow of the staff rose into the sky like a black whirlwind. Facing Zhu Biao's offensive, the man had no intention of evading it.
The eyes of the entire battlefield were focused on this, another yellow-robed mage, and another Han general with superb swordsmanship.
"Whoosh..." At the same time, the other four yellow-robed mages who were still on the east city wall picked up Qinggong and rushed out of the fight. It was self-evident what their purpose was.
Arrows and crossbows were fired at the four people one after another, and the defenders on the city wall tried their best to stop them. However, the four yellow clouds were still flying past as fast as the strong wind.
On the narrow city wall, the figures were stunned, and there were no corresponding experts. How could they be stopped!
The rain hits the banana leaves. The dense symphony of gold and iron can only remind people of the scene of the rain hitting the banana leaves in the dark night.
The Huangpao Master's wand technique is unusual. He swings it like a madman. It feels to Zhu Biao like the Shaolin crazy wand technique described in martial arts novels in his previous life. Although the heavy shadow of the stick is not as fast and agile as the sword light, but relying on
With the huge coverage area when the staff rotated, he could well resist the sword lights flashing all over the sky.
If Zhu Biao's internal strength has reached the level of a famous master, the power of the Kuai Sword will be even greater. It can not only suppress people with speed, but also with 'hard' pressure. The internal strength with absolute advantage can help him break through easily.
This crazy wand technique.
It’s just that it’s too boring to talk about this now. What’s false will always be false, and if will always be if.
But...a coldness flashed across Zhu Biao's eyes. Do you really think that he has no other moves besides the quick sword?
It had not been used before, but this did not mean that Zhu Biao had forgotten the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword" after acquiring the "One-word Electric Sword".
As soon as the blinding sword light stopped, the battle situation in everyone's eyes immediately became much clearer. The yellow-robed mage's staff was still dancing vigorously. Compared with Zhu Biao's quick sword, which he could send and receive at will, his staff skills were obviously not as good as before.
, or that’s what the martial arts is all about.
However, Zhu Biao could faintly feel that the staff in front of him danced a little slower. Was Huangpao feeling strange?
"Whoosh——"
Starting from "Yinfeng Three Life Sword", the first sword strikes directly at the center of the staff's shadow. If you defeat the enemy head-on, you hit the strongest point.
"boom……"
The two colliding energies exploded, and the surrounding area was like a hurricane. In the flying dust, the Han soldiers on both sides retreated. Their arms were in front of their faces, and the broken energy was like a knife on the city wall.
There were scattered and scattered scratches on the body, and the nearest soldier's hands, face, and neck would inevitably be left with red and bleeding marks.
The second sword——
Zhu Biao didn't need to take a breath at all. Naturally, one sword fell and two swords were struck, and this blow still hit the center of the staff shadow.
Although the first blow had nearly shattered the shadow of the staff, the frame was not completely shattered. The yellow-robed mage's face turned pale, but he gritted his teeth and continued to bear the second sword.
"boom--"
The explosion situation this time was very different from the previous one. Zhu Biao almost didn't have the energy to attack, and the yellow-robed mage staggered back five steps before standing on his heels, and then immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Now even people with no eyesight can see that Zhu Biao, whose face remains as usual, has the upper hand. The four yellow clouds are floating more quickly, but no matter how fast they are, they will not be as fast as Zhu Biao's sword——
