In the eyes of the armored warrior, he clearly saw that the opponent was swept down with the knife in front and the man behind, using the method of combining the man and the knife. However, halfway through the opponent's flight, the entire figure suddenly began to disperse, fade, and finally disappear.
It is a layer of vague virtual image.
The armored warrior suddenly felt a warmth, as if he were standing in a field in spring, and suddenly a soft and majestic wind blew past his face, making his whole body feel indescribably comfortable.
The next moment, his vision turned black and white.
Even to his death, he never figured out how the other party killed him.
In fact, Yan Yuhua Qingcheng's skill is called "Spring Breeze Festival", which is a teleportation attack skill for swordsmen. It is generally similar to the assassin's raiding and killing skills. It allows you to transform into a breeze while raiding.
Immune to control skills and some physical damage, and able to cross the battlefield in an instant. Assassins usually just jump up and down to kill others, making them unable to be hit by others.
Of course, this "Spring Breeze Festival" penetrated seven people in an instant.
The pharmacist at the end of the team only felt his eyes blurred. The seven companions in front stood motionless as if they were under magic. At this time, Yan Yuhua Qingcheng appeared in front of him like a ghost, with a sharp Tang knife in his hand.
After two cool and leisurely turns, the seven people in front fell to the ground one after another and died.
Many masters can kill seven people with one sword, but there must be people who kill seven people above level 50 with one sword, but this is the first time for the pharmacist to see it with his own eyes.
The next moment, he calmly and slowly raised his hands, and then slowly knelt down. Then he kowtowed solemnly and put his hands together on his forehead, which meant surrendering and kneeling to beg for mercy.
"It was the third brother who asked us to come. Sister, I am just a part-time worker. I have never made a move towards you, old man. I will save my life and beg you to let me go..." This guy was so scared that his whole body was shaking.
Yan Yuhua Qingcheng looked at the other party coldly. Originally, she was ready to kill him with a knife, but the other party, a tall and thick man, actually knelt down and begged for mercy. For a moment, she was angry and funny. This kind of man she didn't see in "The Ninth Continent"
It's also the first time I've seen it.
There is gold at the man's knees. Somehow she suddenly thought of this sentence. For a moment, she no longer cared about it. It was not that she was soft-hearted, but there was no sense of accomplishment in killing such a person.
After staring at him twice, Yan Yuhua Qingcheng turned around and left.
"Thank you. Thank you!" The pharmacist raised his head excitedly. At this time, Yan Yuhua Qingcheng did not see the murderous intent and viciousness in the other person's eyes.
The pharmacist's clasped hands suddenly pushed forward. A large cloud of purple smoke quickly filled the entire road.
Yan Yuhua Qingcheng's vision suddenly blurred, and an indescribable feeling of nausea suddenly rose in her stomach, which made her want to vomit. But she couldn't vomit out because her throat was so choked, and she couldn't help it.
Want to cough.
At this moment, she really didn't even think about it and swung out the knife with her backhand.
An extremely shrill scream resounded through the night sky. This knife was extremely domineering. The Tang knife was inserted into the pharmacist's throat, then flew about ten meters, and finally nailed him to a tree trunk.
Yan Yuhua Qingcheng suddenly coughed violently. She found that except for movement speed and physical fitness, all the major attributes of her body had dropped by more than half. She tried swallowing several antidotes and tonics, but not only could she not get rid of them, but also
The recovery speed of the tonic is almost non-stop.
She instantly understood that the poison she had been poisoned by was carefully prepared by the other party. First, it drastically reduced all the attributes of your body, and then greatly reduced the recovery ability of the drug. In fact, these were fine, but the most terrible thing was that the whole body was very uncomfortable and sore.
I couldn't lift my weight, and my field of vision was greatly reduced.
Even so, even if the tiger is sick, it still has some power. She shook her knife back and suddenly found a large number of people coming from both sides of the road. She couldn't see who they were, but the voice came through first:
"That woman is still there, right over there!"
"Liu Zi and the others are dead!"
"Fuck, kill her in seconds!"
"Third brother said, we must explode the fragments!"
…
Yan Yuhua Qingcheng took a deep breath and tried hard to clear her mind. It would be very unlucky to fight again at this time, and it would be unwise to go to the dock again.
Then, a shocking scene finally appeared.
Beside the river, a slender black figure rose into the sky, and she was about to fall into the river. Unexpectedly, she turned over in the air, and miraculously walked on the waves on the water. Her running posture was like taking a leisurely stroll, graceful and graceful.
Elegant, as if a generation of heroes performed peerless light skills.
This is her famous stunt - "Wishful Step". This skill can be regarded as a mutated version of the Assassin's Wind Step. It allows people to walk in any environment without being affected by the environment. It lasts for 60 seconds. It is a
A great move that can be used to advance, attack, retreat or defend.
In fact, this skill is not suitable for swordsmen to practice, but Yan Yuhua Qingcheng was reluctant to discard it at first, so she practiced it by herself.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the fifty-meter-wide river seemed to float past like soaring clouds and mist. Dozens of pairs of eyes on the shore could see straight:
"Fuck, she can still fly!"
"Is this Qinggong?"
"Look at her elegant body movements. Could it be that she is the Shaolin Temple's "Lingbo Weibu"?"
"Siyan, "Lingbo Weibu" is from the Xiaoyao sect."
"Oh? Sorry, I remembered it wrong!"
…
After landing on the other side, Yan Yuhua Qingcheng not only did not feel better, but actually felt that the nausea became stronger.
Suddenly, her throat felt a little sweet, and she couldn't bear it, so she opened her mouth and sprayed.
Even she was frightened by this spray, because the spray was actually a purple mist, and the poison was beyond her imagination.
Yan Yuhua Qingcheng got into the forest, leaned against a tree trunk and panted violently. She finally gave up walking and reached for the music box at her waist.
After all, she is a woman, and she has a weak side. At this moment, she is thinking of Mad Dog Dragon. If Mad Dog Dragon is practicing while walking, they have only been separated for a few hours, and the distance they walked out is not too far, and it is possible.
Come back and save her.
But her hand stopped halfway, and her heart gradually sank into a dark ice cellar.
Because just twenty meters in front of her, a big man was slowly walking towards her. In fact, she could only see the scene within twenty meters in front of her. The poison had greatly damaged her vision, and the damage was still continuing.
.
Judging from the attire, the big man should be a gladiator. He is casually wearing an animal leather wallet and a wrist knife inserted into his belt. Although the attire is casual, the fierceness and gloominess between his eyebrows are particularly strong, giving him a fierce and brave look.
temperament.
"I am Hua Laosan. Everyone in this community should know me. I don't care who you are, but I kindly advise you to hand over the fragments!" His voice was very sinister, and it sounded even more eerie in the dark night.
It has an indescribable deterrent effect.
Yan Yuhua Qingcheng felt as if someone had sprinkled a handful of chili powder on her eyes. As soon as she opened them, they stung to the point of tears. Her vision was completely blurry, but she had to open them now if she couldn't.
"Are you that third brother?" Yan Yuhua Qingcheng asked.
Hua Laosan said coldly: "Originally, if you don't kill my eight brothers, you still have 100 dragon coins to get, but now you either choose to hand over the fragments, or I kill you and then explode them. You don't look good."
Like a fool, you should know how to choose? I will give you 10 seconds to think about it now!"
"Don't think about it, I won't hand it over!" Yan Yuhua Qingcheng replied, even though she was behind bars, she still kept smiling.
She can die, but she will never die crying. Even if she is going to die, she will remain elegant and graceful.
Hua Laosan looked at her in surprise. He couldn't imagine that this woman could still laugh even when she was about to die: "I underestimated you. It seems you are really a fool."
As he spoke, he took off his wrist knife, and the light of the knife floated up like snowflakes. His skills were not weak either, with a high level of 57 being placed there. He was confident that the opponent would not be able to catch a single blow.
"Ding ding ding ding!"
Sparks flew in the darkness, and Hua Laosan stepped back. He knew that he was terribly wrong, because Yan Yuhua Qingcheng listened to the wind detector and fended off four of his swords in succession.
He couldn't help but take a breath. The other party could actually type blindly. This ability was really admirable.
At this time, Yan Yuhua Qingcheng could no longer see. Her eyes had been completely closed, and her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, following the tremor of the ground, because she had already heard a large number of people and horses running towards here.
, it must be a large number of people from Hua Laosan who are coming.
Hua Laosan said coldly: "You really don't want to hand it over?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Yan Yuhua Qingcheng came over with a knife, and the blade cut off a big tree in the middle.
Hua Laosan was secretly surprised that this woman was so powerful at the end of her crossbow. If she hadn't been poisoned, she would have been no match. The deaths of Liu Zi and the other eight people were not unjust.
"You are so stubborn!" Hua Laosan said again.
Yan Yuhua Qingcheng doesn't talk nonsense at all, listens to the voice and identifies the position, and then swings the knife.
This time, Hua Laosan didn't even dare to speak. He dodged and hid quietly behind a tree.
Yan Yuhua Qingcheng couldn't fight anymore. The footsteps around her were getting louder and louder. She couldn't help but laugh loudly: "I have traveled across the continent for twelve years and killed countless people. I have already earned enough.
But whoever kills me will pay the price! Just come over here!"
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Half an hour later, seventy or eighty players formed a circle in the forest by the river. No one dared to step forward rashly. The swordsman in black in the center of the circle hacked to death more than ten people with his hearing.
In the central open space, Yan Yuhua Qingcheng was half-kneeling, her big wavy hair fell down, covering her smiling face, and the long knife was pierced straight into the ground to support her body and not really fall down.
, but her breathing had already stopped.
The turbulent river suddenly became calm, and seemed to be singing an unknown tragic song in a low voice, mourning for the warrior who would not surrender even to death. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
