There was a loud noise, and Xiao Yan was seen holding the long knife with both hands. Facing Crow's sword, Xiao Yan took it!
Xiao Yan's steps also sank slightly. To resist this sword, he also used the fighting spirit in his body, otherwise he would not be able to catch it.
Pushing aside, Xiao Yan sprinted forward and stabbed the crow hard, but there was no feeling of penetration into the flesh. Instead, the tiger's mouth was numb.
It turns out that the crow was wearing heavy iron armor, and it was obviously impossible to pierce it, at least it would be too difficult for a mortal to do so.
But Xiao Yan knew that he couldn't delay, at least he couldn't delay this crow for too long. The opponent was good at strength and must have very good patience, so he had to fight quickly!
The blow failed, and Xiao Yan immediately moved back. Crow didn't expect Xiao Yan to be able to catch his heavy sword, so he became much more serious and moved forward again, leaving himself room when swinging the sword. Such a flaw
It's also less.
"After seeing many sword skills, there is one move that I am very interested in, and that is you, let's do it." Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured in a low voice. He slowly put the long sword in his hand back into the scabbard and waved it in front of the crow.
Xiao Yan just moved his feet to dodge the heavy sword, placing his hand on the handle of the sword, wondering what he was thinking about.
He kept dodging and did not confront the crow head-on. Seeing this scene, Han Quan sneered from behind. He felt that Xiao Yan's retreat was the end of his strength.
But he didn't know that even though he was only at the second level of fighting spirit, among mortals, just a small amount of fighting spirit could explode with enough fatal power.
Xiao Yan lowered his body, almost touching the ground, and slowly closed his eyes. The crow was angry when he saw Xiao Yan's strange movements, and he took heavy steps, just wanting to cut Xiao Yan in two.
However, the moment he stepped forward, Xiao Yan's body also thrust forward. In the eyes of the crow, Xiao Yan had a huge flaw. He had no defense, and he would definitely die with one sword strike.
Xiao Yan's eyes were determined, and he moved the handle of the knife with his thumb. The long knife in the scabbard was as fast as lightning, whizzing by with a hiss.
The movement was done in one breath, taking only half a breath. The speed was so fast that the people around him didn't seem to see it clearly. When they focused their eyes, they saw blood on the blade of Xiao Yan's long knife.
Then, I saw the blood on the crow's neck like a fountain, constantly overflowing, its throat was cut directly, and it vomited blood and grunted, as if asking for help. The throat was a vital point, and the trachea filled with blood soon died.
It suffocates the crow to death.
Xiao Yan killed him with one strike. This scene shocked all the soldiers, as well as Han Quan behind him.
"These barbarian slaves are really strong. If you promise to be loyal to me, I will ask my father to make you the general of the country. By then, you will have 100,000 soldiers. If you want wind, you can win rain!" Han Quan looked at it!
Looking at Xiao Yan, who was like a monster, his eyes burst out with deep admiration.
With Crow beside him, it can be said that he has killed countless masters. No matter whether these masters used knives or swords, they all died under Crow's giant sword. Han Quan has never seen anyone take it head-on.
Crossing the crow's sword, the man in front of him had a lean and strong body that actually contained such explosive power, and his sword skills were also terrifying.
The sword used to kill the crow made all the soldiers' hairs stand on end, and cold sweat broke out on their bodies. They were afraid that if Han Quan gave another order, they would have no choice but to bite the bullet and die!
Xiao Yan slowly stood up straight. The state he was in just now was the peak of his body. Now it was falling rapidly. There was a feeling of fatigue in his body. The knife that killed the crow seemed simple, but in fact Xiao Yan had already
Trained countless times.
This sword technique is called Draw Sword. It is a sword technique that gives up defense and attacks for the sake of offense. Either you die or I die. The lethality is amazing, but at the same time, the flaws are completely exposed to the enemy's sight.
The timing of this strike must be perfectly controlled. Obviously, Xiao Yan's strike against the crow was very successful.
He slowly stood up straight, swung the long knife, and blood splashed everywhere. His face was also stained red with blood, and blood was flowing in his eyes. His whole body seemed to be soaked in blood, like a Shura crawling out of hell.
"Why... are you afraid?" Xiao Yan said coldly. Han Quan knew that there was almost no possibility of Xiao Yan submitting to him.
"Your Highness... He is too strong. Even General Crow was defeated. We... We just died in vain!!" The soldiers suddenly started to retreat. The gap between the two sides was too huge. The man in front of them had already killed several people.
Hundreds of people, it seems that the so-called wheel battle has no effect on him.
"What are you afraid of? He is already dying. If any of you dare to take a step back, even if you don't die in battle, you will be executed by military law!" Han Quan said coldly. There was another figure beside Han Quan, with a hunched back.
He was dressed sloppily, holding his nose in his nose, and acted very calm.
"Old Huang, it seems you have to take action. This person is not simple." Han Quan said in a low voice to the old man beside him.
"This boy does have some skills. He is very good at swordsmanship. Qin De is also a swordsman. He is the strongest person I have ever seen. But now it seems that the young man in front of me is stronger than Qin De. I am afraid he is the strongest swordsman today.
You are a strong man." Lao Huang picked up the boogers and flicked them off with his fingers. He lowered his eyes, but there was a strong sense of appreciation in his mouth.
"You're not sure either?!" Han Quan asked worriedly.
"Ha, I said he is the best with the knife, but I didn't say he is the best with the sword. This man has realized some Qi, but if I want to kill him, I only need one sword." Lao Huang sneered, with dissatisfaction on his face.
He is carrying a box behind his back. In this era, he is ordered by the world to be the God of Swords!
"But there is no need for me to take action now. He is already at the end of his strength. Such gestures are just a show of force. Let them surround him. If more than a hundred people are killed, he will fall." Old Huang looked like he was too lazy to take action.
It seemed that Han Quan could order many people by gritting his teeth, but he didn't dare to say anything except the sword god next to him. What if he accidentally offended him and cut himself down.
"Did you hear that? He is at the end of his strength. Come on!" Han Quan roared again. When some soldiers heard what Lao Huang said, their morale was greatly shaken. They roared and charged towards Xiao Yan again.
past.
Xiao Yan frowned, and he tried his best to adjust his breathing, trying to restore some strength to his body. You must know that if you can kill hundreds of people and thousands of people in an army, learning to adjust your breathing will be of great help to your physical strength.
But after killing Qin De, beheading hundreds of people, and then killing Crow, it is impossible for a mortal body not to be tired. Just as the sword god Lao Huang said, Xiao Yan is already tired, and the fatigue coming from his body is also
Let Xiao Yan know that if he kills another hundred people, he may really die from exhaustion!