Just when the blade was about to split his body in half, he raised it and blocked the back of his head.
The golden shield condensed in a hurry was not as strong as before, but it still saved his life.
The blade had broken through the shield and penetrated two inches, but it was stuck in it and could not enter another half minute.
At this moment, the blade was only an inch away from the back of You Jinwei's head, and the cold chill could be clearly felt.
The next second, under Qin Tian's unwilling eyes, the two blades bypassed the former's body and attacked from the left and right.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Qin Tian wanted to pull out the sword to avoid it, but the blade was stuck in the illusory shield and could not be pulled out for a while.
As a last resort, he could only loosen his clenched hands and leap into the air just to escape the fatal moment.
You Jinwei slowly turned around and stared at Qin Tian who was falling in the distance. The two flywheels did not pursue him anymore, but stayed in front of him and kept circling at high speed.
"This little trick of yours is too crude." You Jinwei looked at Qin Tian with cold eyes and smiled contemptuously.
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the shield with his left hand fiercely, and the knife stuck on his shield immediately flew out. Finally, half of the blade sank into a boulder, and the exposed upper half of the blade kept swinging left and right, making a crisp sound.
Voice.
There were huge flames on the hilltop opposite, and the sounds of fighting and weapons clashing were extremely loud. Xuantian Sect's disciples were suddenly attacked by golden-armored guards and suffered heavy casualties.
Fortunately, their skills were not bought with money. After a period of panic, they organized resistance in an orderly manner and were able to withstand the opponent's crazy offensive.
With the experience told by Daning's martial arts masters before, they quickly figured out the weaknesses of these golden-armored guards. However, this time the golden-armored guards received a death order. They could not retreat until they died in battle. In such a certain death situation,
Next, the golden-armored guards completely let go of their hands and started fighting without hesitation.
The people of Xuantian Sect had never seen such a battle before. Even if they were not weak in cultivation, they were frightened to pieces by this bloody and crazy scene.
The two rank-6 warriors who could not have been easily killed were torn to pieces by the golden-armored guards.
Compared with real war, ordinary competitions and fights are like children's play house.
On the battlefield, either you die or I die, and every possible use is made. All the moves are directed at the enemy's vital points, in order to defeat the enemy with one move.
Even if the enemy falls, the people standing will still come forward to make up for it. This is the cruelty of war and the sorrow of a weak person.
Although the Xuantian Sect's disciples were more numerous than the Golden Armored Guards, they were not united and their courage was frightened, so they could only fight and retreat. The Golden Armored Guards seized this golden opportunity to advance all the way.
There is no longer any suspense in this night attack battle. If the disciples of Xuantian Sect can fight to the death, the golden armored guards will suffer.
But they have been completely frightened by these puppets who are not afraid of death. Without the will to die, people will have the desire to live. Losing courage means losing the right to survive. Faith is the standard for the strong.
, no matter how strong you are, once you lose your courage and belief, you will become vulnerable!
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"Soul Picker"
The cloaked man shouted in his heart, and thrust forward with both palms. Two Daning martial arts warriors were instantly hit. The huge palm force knocked their bodies several meters away, and they fell to the ground motionless.
His eyes shifted to the hands of the cloaked man, and he saw that he was holding the souls of the two people in his hands. The illusory souls were emitting bright light. Seeing this scene, the rest of the people looked at each other, and stopped for a while without daring to step forward.
forward.
In the time it took to fight for just a cup of tea, more than ten people died from the opponent's "soul-picking hand".
Everyone understands that as long as the body is hit by this person, the soul will be pulled out of the body indirectly. Once the body loses the soul, it will be as if it is dead and cannot move.
Under the eyes of everyone, the man in the cloak chuckled strangely. With a little force on the heads of the two souls grasped by his claws, you could hear the crisp sound of the glass about to break.
With a 'clang' sound, the cloaked man directly crushed the heads of the two souls. As if by the breeze, the soul's incorporeal body turned into little fluorescent lights and drifted away in the wind.
Two more comrades were beaten to a pulp, and everyone's eyes were wide open with angry expressions as they wished they could eat this demon alive.
"Damn it." Liu Mingshuo's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He raised his palms flat and shouted "Earth·thorn rock" in a low voice.
In an instant, a large number of khaki-colored pointed cones formed in front of him and shot toward the man in the cloak, airtight.
The man in the cloak sneered, and waved his black sleeves upwards. The terrifying strong wind directly threw the approaching cones into the sky. An invisible barrier was formed in front of him for a while, and all the cones were guided by the air flow.
up.
"Compared with your elder brother, he's not even a bit inferior!"
The man in the cloak did not forget to taunt, and his figure flashed away, leaving only a realistic afterimage on the spot.
When he reappeared, he was already standing next to Liu Mingshuo.
Taking advantage of the former's slowness for a moment, the man in the cloak kicked Liu Mingshuo on the chest with such force that the former's breastplate was deeply dented, and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.
Liu Mingshuo's mind went blank. He only knew that his body was flying backwards at a very fast speed, and the burning pain in his chest seemed to be lit by a torch.
‘Bang’
The stone wall standing in the distance blocked Liu Mingshuo's body from flying backwards. The impact sounded, and all the force was released on the stone wall. Spider web-like cracks appeared on the hard stone wall.
Due to the excessive force of the impact, Liu Mingshuo's entire body was ejected forward about one meter, a large mouthful of thick blood spurted out, and finally he fell face to the ground!
The disciples of Xuantian Sect and the martial arts warriors of Daning reacted and attacked the cloaked man again. The gap in strength did not make them retreat. On the contrary, they became more and more courageous with the company of their teammates.
The man in the cloak had no room to hold back, and he would kill him with every move. As a sixth-level martial artist, killing a strong martial artist was as easy as crushing an ant.
The joy of killing lies in the enjoyment of the process. The painful screams, frightened expressions, and despair before death are all enough to excite the man in the cloak, especially the smell of blood floating in the air, which stimulates his excitement.
Every nerve.
Liu Mingshuo, who was seriously injured, raised his head in pain from the ground and looked at the people lying in a pool of blood. He regretted that he was not strong enough, but what was the use of self-blame? What could restrict everything in a world where the strong bully?