The hard and sharp military spurs collided with the short sword full of Dongdao style.
The two weapons moved up and down, sparks bloomed under the snow for a moment, and two figures passed each other.
The pale-faced Cheng Beijiang gasped violently, standing back-to-back with his two opponents, looking around warily.
The sound of messy footsteps came from all directions, and in the shortest time, three elite teams of the Gale Wind Sword Style appeared from different places stepping on snowflakes.
My vision has become a little blurry.
The arm holding the military thorn also began to tremble uncontrollably.
Cheng Beijiang gritted his teeth and suddenly laughed: "I can still kill two teams, what do you two say?"
"cough..."
The two young teammates beside him laughed at the same time: "Then leave the rest of the team to us. No matter what, captain, we are worth it tonight."
"Yes, it's worth it."
Cheng Beijiang, whose eyes were in a trance, muttered to himself, looked at the opponent in front of him, and rushed forward.
After leaving the small temporary clinic, they charged towards the area with the highest density of fighting, fighting all the way and having already passed through an entire block.
All four Wuji Palace and Hayate Yujian style teams died at the hands of Cheng Beijiang's team.
The elites of Hayate Sword Style and Wuji Palace are completely unable to compare with the Northern Navy Regiment in terms of quality. Their so-called elites have only reached the lowest threshold of the four martial arts realms. Most of them are in the air control realm, and there are very few ice mirrors.
Burning Fire Realm is already considered a high-level figure.
But their numbers are extremely large. When the nearly endless elites come one after another, the difference in numbers is enough to smooth out the gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides.
Cheng Beijiang had to fight through almost a whole city block before he met a truly decent opponent.
The opponent's strength was not that strong. He was in the Burning Fire Realm and was weaker than Cheng Beijiang. However, he was held back by the opponent for nearly five minutes despite being seriously injured.
As the three surrounding teams slowly surrounded them, their situation became worse and worse.
Without reinforcements, everyone in Cheng Beijiang's team knew that this might be the last battle of their lives.
No hesitation, no timidity, no hesitation.
The moment the two team members back-to-back with Cheng Beijiang tensed up, Cheng Beijiang clenched the weapon in his hand and rushed towards the opponent standing in front.
Intense flames burned from his hands in an instant.
Fiery fire covered the fist of his right hand, spreading along the blade of the saber, and quickly turned into a long knife more than one meter long.
The long sword burned in the wind and snow, slashing forward with endless loyalty and love for the legion and Beihai.
Cheng Beijiang silently stared at his opponent in front of him and took a step back, his eyes cold and mocking.
The next second, an ice wall erected in front of Cheng Beijiang, and the two teams on the left and right accelerated their charge. The violent sound of wind and cold frost piled up crazily in front of him, covering his sight.
"kill!"
Everything in front of me is getting blurry.
Cheng Beijiang roared with all his strength and slashed wildly with the long knife in his hand. The burning flaming long knife directly tore through the ice wall with great force.
Broken ice and windy snow are flying all over the sky, long
The knife directly split the nearest Ice Ning Jing Elite in half. The blade flipped under the night, and the knife stabbed into the chest of another opponent again.
"puff!"
A dull sound accompanied the severe pain.
An extremely narrow short blade was stabbed into Cheng Beijiang's lower back at the same time. Blood spattered and Cheng Beijiang's face was completely distorted. His body was shaken. The long flaming knife in his hand disappeared. The sharp military thorn stabbed back without any hesitation.
His body turned slightly, and the blade of the military bayonet stabbed directly into the abdomen of the sneak attacker.
At the moment when his body turned, the master of the Burning Fire Realm who had just taken a step back suddenly rushed forward.
Fire and snow are flying together.
Cheng Beijiang didn't mean to give up at all. He pulled out the military thorn with a grin, and raging fire began to burst out all over his body.
perish together.
The soldiers of Beihai are never afraid of death.
"Crack..."
A small voice sounded a second before he exploded with all his strength.
The next moment, the fire on Cheng Beijiang's body completely disappeared, leaving only severe pain and numbness.
The Fire Realm enemy in front of him also collapsed on the ground.
A shining arc of electricity exploded between the two of them, and violent currents shuttled back and forth between their bodies, directly interrupting Cheng Beijiang's last desperate effort.
Cheng Beijiang's body fell to the ground, trying to keep his eyes open.
Faintly, vaguely, a figure walked up to him, lowered his head, and looked at him silently.
"People like you shouldn't die here."
He looked down at Cheng Beijiang with a calm tone.
Cheng Beijiang suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pale face quickly turned red with anger, and his expression looked even more distorted.
Because the other party spoke Chinese.
The characters are straight and round.
It’s not the kind of Chinese that foreigners learn with straight words and a smooth accent.
It is a natural standard, even with a touch of Youzhou accent.
what does that mean?
What does it mean?
"you you!"
Cheng Beijiang's voice was trembling with extreme anger.
"follow me."
The voice continued: "Many legions in Central Continent have left Beihai. I can arrange wherever you want to go. A real warrior should serve the country instead of becoming a private eagle dog."
"you..."
Cheng Beijiang's voice was ferocious: "You actually colluded with the Gale Sword Style and Wuji Palace?"
"Just cooperation."
The man's tone was extremely calm: "I can give you a chance to live. Leave Beihai and follow me."
"Follow you..."
Cheng Beijiang sneered: "Do you think anyone in Beihai will really follow you?"
"certainly."
The Thunder Realm master nodded and said naturally: "I saved many people tonight, and they are all your colleagues."
"Ah..."
Cheng Beijiang gasped violently, gritted his teeth and said, "Fart!"
He didn't believe that anyone would really follow him.
Even if such people do exist, there are definitely not many.
He grabbed the thorn, jumped up, and stabbed the opponent's body with all his strength.
"boom!"
The Thunder Realm master on the opposite side suddenly raised his leg and pushed Cheng Beijiang into the snow again.
Blood flowed from the body and dyed the snow on the ground red.
He moved forward two steps, looked at Cheng Beijiang, and said gloomily: "Are you looking for death?"
Cheng Beijiang said nothing.
"You gave up your chance of survival."
He slowly said: "I really hate the so-called Beihai Regiment, which looks like I am the best in the world. In the past many years, there was Wang Tianzong in Beihai. He could protect Beihai with one man and one sword. Now Wang Tianzong is no longer there."
, who do you think you are? Huh? Beihai, Beihai, hehe, Beihai should have died a long time ago. You rejected my invitation and want to show your loyalty and backbone? Would you rather die than surrender? Then go die, I will make it happen...
"
His voice suddenly paused.
Then there was complete silence.
A tiny flame appeared in front of Cheng Beijiang.
The flames slowly moved around Cheng Beijiang, eventually protecting his entire body.
The Thunder Realm master standing in front of Cheng Beijiang remained motionless, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The flame burned gracefully and quietly before his eyes.
But it's not the orange-red color that normal flames should have.
Rather, it is an extremely dazzling blazing white color.
The white firelight danced and twisted gently, completely blending with the snow on the ground.
The fire flickered.
Every time the white light flashed, it carried a sword intent that was enough to make him tremble.
Even compared to the strange white flames in the fire realm, the sword energy in the flames was what made him most uneasy and even frightened.
"who?!"
He raised his head suddenly and his voice was low.
"You were wrong about one thing."
A light and melodious young female voice sounded in the air, indifferent and cold, but extremely serious.
"Although there is a sword king in Beihai, the safety of Beihai has never been protected by one person and one sword."
It's snowing all over the sky.
In the night sky, a slim figure dressed in white with white flames burning on its body slowly descended from the sky.
White snow, white fire, white clothes.
She slowly floated down in the air, seeming to be completely integrated with the whole world.
"You are not qualified to judge Beihai."
Her serious and cold voice sounded.
The white flames on the ground suddenly jumped for a moment.
The extremely sharp sword energy burst out from the flames in an instant.
The sword light drowned out the thunder and electric arc, and penetrated the body of the Thunder Realm master without any hindrance.
A cloud of blood mist suddenly burst out from the snow.
Dense sword lights flew wantonly.
The elite teams of the nearby Hayate Mitsurugi Style and Wuji Palace instantly fell silent.
The young woman in the air fell in front of Cheng Beijiang.
Cheng Beijiang opened his eyes wide, but couldn't see anything clearly.
In a trance, he seemed to see a young woman, arrogant and elegant, like a fairy falling into the mortal world.
"you are..."
He hesitated.
The young woman looked down at her and took out her medicine.
There seemed to be some warmth in her tone.
"Feel sorry."
She said softly: "We are late. My name is Huangfu Qiushui."