The fields are filled with murder and rivers of blood flow.
Yunqing understands Zhuo Ran because they are the same kind of people. She knows that Zhuo Ran said this and will do the same. She knows that Zhuo Ran is preparing to let Lian Na understand the cruelty of battle.
The two of them don't know much about Lian Na, so the life and death battle will allow them to truly see Lian Na clearly.
Zhuoran rushed out with a stick. He did not use magic to kill all these people, because they had just converted their fighting spirit into thunder fighting spirit, and they needed a hearty battle to let them master their current power.
"I will deal with their warriors, Yun Qing and Lian Na. You go and deal with the magicians and archers in the rear."
"good!"
"Yunqing, give me the bow too!"
The delicate bodies of the two women danced around from the sides to the back.
The red-haired young man among the enemies said: "Stop them, I will kill the man!" Four or five soldiers on each side came to meet the two women.
And Zhuoran had already rushed into the enemy's position.
The silver bright thunder fighting spirit looks like light magic and more like the element of space, which makes Zhuoran's mind flash with a flash of light. The enemy did not give him time to think, and the two swordsmen had already slashed at him with their broad swords.
The bright yellow fighting spirit attached to it is very strong.
Fighting energy burst out from under Zhuoran's feet, and he looked like a ghost. He suddenly passed through the gap between the two men's broad swords. He hit the left and right sides of the long stick, and the end of the stick wrapped in thunderous fighting spirit hit the two of them on the head without reservation.
Boom!
The two muffled sounds were like the beating of snare drums, and their heads were like watermelons being smashed open, with red and white liquid spurting out, as if they were going to have some impact on Zhuo Ran at the moment of their final death.
However, these two people were disappointed. They fell unwillingly, and even to their death they did not understand why a high-level swordsman with no fighting spirit could kill them with one blow.
Kill a person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. Zhuo Ran firmly believes in this, and he likes to say: passing through thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touches him.
"Would it be stupid to kill someone and then make yourself covered in blood?"
A cold light flashed, and a high-level assassin attacked with a fierce look on his face. Zhuo Ran raised his sword eyebrows lightly, with a sharp cold light in his eyes, and greeted the man with a stick.
"Looking for death!" the great assassin shouted, and moved his body violently to get behind Zhuo Ran, with the foot-long dagger already thrust out.
At this moment, two more great swordsmen suddenly jumped out from the front, wielding their giant swords and slashing at Zhuoran.
"No Double Stick Dance!"
Zhuo Ran shouted loudly, holding the middle of the copper stick with both hands, and the silver bright thunder fighting spirit burst out suddenly, and the stick started spinning. A small silver bright storm suddenly rolled up, blocking all three attacks.
Dang Dang Dang!
With the sound of three weapons clashing, the two great swordsmen were shaken back several steps and almost lost their balance. The great assassin behind Zhuo Ran had an even harder time. Zhuo Ran's blow was a violent blow, and the two great swordsmen were shocked.
The great swordsman who was a level higher than him was knocked back. Can a thin assassin withstand it?
Zhuoran turned around, looked at the great assassin flying backwards in a panic, smiled cruelly, and chased after him with a stick.
The great assassin looked at the fallen stick in fear. His fear at this time was useless.
"Die!" The long stick slammed down violently, hitting the big assassin's small chest directly.
Click! Bang!
The sternum was completely shattered.
Zhuoran raised his long stick with a domineering look, his black eyes glowed with bloodthirsty light, and the enemies around him hesitated.
In an instant, they fell into the enemy formation of dozens of people, but they killed five people by force. Each of them was a strong person. How could this not make them frightened?
"Is he really just a first-level warrior?"
"How is that possible? It's obviously not!"
"Five second-level strong men were killed by him in a few blinks of an eye. The deputy captain is not that powerful, right?"
The red-haired young man yelled: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm the main attack, you wait for the opportunity! No matter how strong he is, he is only one person, what are you afraid of?"
"Ahhh!"
Several miserable howls attracted everyone's attention, and when they turned their heads to look, they were so frightened that they trembled all over.
Two women holding long swords actually killed eight great swordsmen in such a short time. The eight great swordsmen died in extremely miserable conditions, with their limbs and arms broken, their heads missing, and blood all over the ground.
!
"Are they demons? Who are they?"
"Why are these two women so powerful? They are not human beings, they are demons!"
The red-haired young man finally stopped giving orders to attack. He finally understood that these three people were really strong men, three strong men who were like devils!
"Go back and protect the magician, quickly!" The red-haired young man's order was immediately carried out. Returning to defense is always more popular than launching an attack.
However, although they are not far away from the magician, there are no two women who are close to the magician. Also, Zhuo Ran is in their camp. If they retreat in a hurry, of course they will be greeted by Zhuo Ran's powerful attack and killing
.
However, can a fearful person still have a clear mind?
The answer is definitely no.
Therefore, these people rushed upward desperately, and they showed their backs to Zhuo Ran without reservation, although Zhuo Ran did not like these ugly backs.
"If they were all beautiful women's smooth backs, I would definitely be soft-hearted, really!" Zhuo Ran said softly, "It's a pity that you are not beauties!"
"Wind Blade Hundred Cuts!"
The green wind blades are like knives and swords, exuding a chilling sharpness.
The red-haired young man suddenly turned his head and said in shock: "Back there, defend quickly, this guy is a magic swordsman!"
Zhuoran grinned sternly and said contemptuously: "Idiot, I just realized now that your brain was kicked by a donkey just now? Sorry, you don't seem to know what a donkey is, so your brain was hit by a pig beast. This is how to describe you
You should be able to understand it."
"I'm going to kill you!" The red-haired young man is a genius praised by countless people, but now he is compared with Zhuang. His anger suppresses the fear in his heart. He is not afraid of Zhuoran. He confidently believes that relying on himself
With the strength of a third-level intermediate mad swordsman, no one can stop him if he just wants to escape.
The wind blade shot out rapidly, and the hasty defense of dozens of warriors was so weak and useless.
Chacha!
There are hundreds of wind blades to cut, but there are no less than two hundred wind blades. There are more than forty warriors, each of whom has to deal with at least five. Some of them didn't even turn around, and some only turned half way. They were horrified.
They burst out with a coat of fighting spirit. However, what made them despair was, why was the wind blade so sharp?
The bright yellow fighting spirit coat of the second-level intermediate great swordsman was easily torn apart. The wind blade scratched on their bodies, bringing up a stream of blood. Sometimes it was just a skin injury, but sometimes they were killed instantly.
Not to mention the fighting spirit coats of those warriors below the intermediate level, they were the ones who died the most.
About 80% of the more than forty warriors were wiped out by this blow. Only a few lucky guys stood there breathing heavily. The look of defeat on their faces showed that they had no intention of fighting anymore.
The red-haired young man is an intermediate mad swordsman. A range of magic attacks will be fatal to him. Therefore, he is also the only one who is intact.
Bang bang!
Explosions of magic were heard one after another, and Yun Qing and Lian Na had already begun to fight the magician.
Zhuoran opened his eyes and smiled softly. Both women wanted to become strong third-level mad swordsmen. They were more than enough to deal with some second-level second-rate mages and ranger archers.
"You're going to die anyway, let's give it a try. I'll capture those two women and make them use the rat weapon. You stop them. I succeeded, and we can all live! Come on!"
The red-haired young man is indeed a talent. Regardless of his cultivation level, his ability to make decisions on the spur of the moment can be regarded as a figure.
The remaining seven warriors are all high-level swordsmen. A ruthless look appears on their faces. They also know the situation at this time. If they don't fight hard, they can't survive!
Zhuoran picked up the copper stick and chased the red-haired young man, but was blocked by seven great swordsmen.
The red-haired young man did not choose Yun Qing, but ran straight to Lian Na. He seemed to have realized that Yun Qing was much more difficult to deal with than Lian Na.
This made Zhuo Ran's expression change, and he said secretly: "Oops, Lian Na's fighting awareness and fighting skills are so poor, she will definitely lose to the red-haired young man who is two levels ahead of her!"
Lian Na moved her sword, and her delicate body was sent flying. The red-haired young man suddenly launched an attack. How could she resist in such haste?
"Poof!" The two-level chasm and the disparity in strength between men and women directly injured Lian Na. Her cold and pretty face suddenly turned pale, and the bright red bloodshot hanging at the corner of her mouth made her even more gorgeous.
Yun Qing glanced back, a look of panic flashed across her soft little face, and then she was suppressed by anger. She put away the long sword, and the demon sword Hongying appeared, slashing suddenly, cutting away the magic in front, and the sword's energy remained unabated.
, and cut the two magicians into two pieces.
However, how could the red-haired young man who had taken advantage of him relax his attack, "If I catch you, they will definitely be controlled by me. When the time comes, I will make your life worse than death!" He was filled with hatred, and his offensive became more and more fierce.
"Lena, come to me!"
Yunqing was surrounded by several magicians and rangers. They also knew that it was time to decide the outcome and began to fight hard.
Seeing this, Zhuo Ran had no choice but to yell at Lian Na, and he used magic to clear the way, increasing his fighting energy, and also applied the blast spell to himself, which greatly increased his speed.
The seven great swordsmen broke open the wind blades and slashed at Zhuoran fiercely. The sword energy rushed towards Zhuoran rapidly.
"***, you are looking for death!" Zhuo Ran instantly condensed more than twenty water shields in front of him, and he held up the water shield and faced the sword energy, passing through the blockade of seven great swordsmen.
Lian Na, who was running towards Zhuoran, looked at him so crazy. Although her face was cold, the tenderness in her light blue eyes was full of tenderness. What a coincidence, Zhuoran saw that touch of tenderness, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.
"Hiss!" Zhuoran took a breath of cold air. His back was struck by a sword energy from behind, and a stream of blood spattered out. The sudden pain made his feet go weak and he almost fell to the ground. His
Being injured undoubtedly gave the enemy great confidence.
Seeing that the attack was effective, the seven great swordsmen continued to unleash their sword energy with howls.
"Oops!"
The sword energy from behind enveloped both him and Lian Na. He could guarantee that he would not be harmed, but what about Lian Na?