Ling Xu's wanton madness and He's ethereal spirit were not as shocking as Jing Hao's shock to Sun Jie.
Jing Hao looks more ordinary, but at this moment, Jing Hao involuntarily attracts everyone's attention. His clothes are simple, floating quietly in the air, and the black sword is held casually in his hand. Every movement
Free and easy, without any murderous intention.
But Sun Jie's expression changed.
swordsman!
This is a true swordsman!
Swordsmen are an ancient profession, so old that they can no longer keep up with the times. They don't care about victory. They only care about the sword in their hands, and only care about their understanding of the sword and the state they have reached. They eat the wind and drink the dew, alone,
Chasing that illusory ideal, they can no longer keep up with the times.
This is an era of teamwork and corps dominance.
When individual power is exhausted, collective wisdom can truly change the world. They are incompatible with this era, they exude the smell of staleness, and they stubbornly cling to those things that are outdated and refuse to let go.
However, Sun Jie, who has seen real swordsmen before, understands the dangers of these guys better than the average person. Maybe you can easily kill them with two hundred people, but if you are not prepared, they will be like a hard awl, piercing your body.
Line of defense, the rusty sword tip is already at your throat.
The man in front of me exudes the scent of a swordsman.
At this moment, the man swung his sword.
It's impossible to describe the magnificence of that sword. It obviously didn't have much brilliance. However, Sun Jie's vision was divided into two by a sword light that had no arc and was as straight as a ruler.
The entire squadron was also divided into two by this sword.
Deathly silence.
Two seconds later, among the ten soldiers in the center of the team, each of them had a very thin bloodstain between their foreheads, and the bloodstain slowly spread and spread.
Ten soldiers lost control and fell from the sky.
The black blade of the sword in his hand showed a strange dark red color, like a red-hot iron. The skin and flesh of Jing Hao's palm burned sizzlingly, but Jing Hao's expression remained as usual, as if he didn't notice it.
No matter how cruel and violent you are, you are only a sword in my hand.
I am devout and dedicated to the sword, but I will not get lost in the sword.
What I pursue is not power, but the sword in my heart.
Jing Haohun didn't care and raised the holy blood drink in his hand again.
Ten soldiers died in the blink of an eye. The captain of the second squadron was horrified. The awe-inspiring look from Jing Hao above his head made him immediately angry: "Yan Hu!"
The light around the remaining forty people merged into one, and hundreds of large and small light swallows flew out of the team. They flew around the team, making it airtight.
Sun Jie, who was ashen-faced, finally calmed down a little. The reaction of the captain of the second squadron was not slow, which showed that he was not confused. [Yan Hu] is a specialized defensive tactic of theirs. In extremely unfavorable situations, the battle situation can often give them some relief.
Win a chance to breathe. If you look closely, you will find that each light swallow has a transparent light shield.
Hundreds of light swallows fly around, forming an extremely thick defensive cover. [Swallow Protector] is different from ordinary protective shields. These light swallows are flexible and highly defensive. The light swallows will automatically choose to attack the most dangerous ones.
Local collection.
Flexibility, intelligence, and flexible defense are the most powerful aspects of [Yan Hu].
Unfortunately, it's a bit slow.
A complete squadron of [Yanhu] is difficult to break. If there are ten less people, its performance will still be affected, and the damage will reach at least 25%.
Sun Jie quickly calculated in his mind, but he was not too worried. Even [Yan Hu] with only 75% completion rate could not be broken by his own strength.
The straight sword light appeared in the air again. It did not disappear in a flash, but stayed in the air like scratches on glass.
There is always something weird about these swordsmen.
The Law of Sword Intent. Although this sword is not very powerful, it contains the Law of Sword Intent. He is indeed a swordsman.
Sun Jie secretly admired in his heart, and he was somewhat looking forward to what would happen if this sword struck [Yan Hu]. He thought that this trip to Shangzhou would be boring, but he didn't expect to meet some good guys.
He is already thinking about the origins of this group of people and whether he can recruit and enrich his vanguard camp. Although Sun Jie advocates overall control, this does not mean that he will ignore the role of the vanguard camp. Whether it is partial tearing,
The chaotic battles and the most common stealth attacks are what these unruly desperadoes are good at.
For example, this swordsman serves as an arrow, and with two squadrons beside him, his breakthrough ability is absolutely sharp.
However, let's take a look first...
etc!
Sun Jie's pupils suddenly dilated, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
The agile Guang Yan seemed unaware of the approaching danger. The sword light fell from the sky, as straight as a ruler, like cutting tofu. The Yan group was divided into two. The seven soldiers had no time to dodge and watched the sword light pass by their bodies.
.
The blood burst out.
The shock on their faces has not subsided, and the energy in their bodies has gone out of control.
boom!
The fire of the energy explosion enveloped the entire squadron.
No one expected that Yan Hu could not block this sword. There were roaring flames all around, and the soldiers were stunned. They instinctively rushed out of the explosion.
Under such circumstances, they can still maintain a rough formation, which shows that they are well-trained.
But now, it is not the first time that He and Jinghao encounter the Sanctuary Corps. During the sparring with Ishimori, they also figured out some characteristics of the regiment's tactics. One of the most important points is the formation.
Shi Sen also told them that for any regiment, formation is the basis of most tactics. Otherwise, even the energy cannot be synchronized.
Chance!
The soldiers who had just rushed out of the fireball felt that their eyes were blurred, and a ghostly figure broke into their field of vision.
The sudden appearance of the crane made the soldiers panic, and they could only resist instinctively.
A strange dullness suddenly appeared on the face of the soldier at the front. He froze in place. He almost broke free from this state instantly, but his throat hurt, and a spray of blood sprayed out. He opened his eyes wide, and was extremely frightened. He shot out like an arrow.
The blood foam turned into a blood mist in his field of vision.
The ghostly black figure has disappeared.
His body was falling rapidly, and his consciousness began to fade away. Why couldn't he see the sword...
Puff puff.
In the blink of an eye, several more people fell, and without exception, their vital organs were hit.
The generals and soldiers who witnessed this scene all turned pale. The throats of these dead soldiers suddenly burst as if an invisible sword tip had been passed over them.
Sun Jie could no longer hold back and exclaimed: "Invisible sword wave!"
Upon hearing these four words, Sun Zheng's face turned pale.
Sun Jie stared intently at the black figure that appeared and disappeared in the air like a ghost. Yes, it was an invisible sword wave! Every time that black figure changed position, a circle of invisible and colorless ripples would appear.
The entire squadron has long been shrouded in seemingly chaotic circles of invisible ripples. The seemingly graceful and ethereal sword dance hides murderous intent, and the ripples that only seem to disturb people's minds are quietly superimposed, like waves of tides gathering into angry waves.
, forming an invisible sword wave.
The power of these sword waves is not great, and they only last for a few seconds. After a few seconds, they dissipate again among the seemingly chaotic invisible ripples.
A few seconds is enough.
Sun Jie felt a little cold in his heart.
Those ripples that spread out have the effect of disturbing people's minds. These sword waves that come and go without a trace are impossible to guard against.
No one finds the ethereal and graceful sword dance pleasing to the eye, it only makes people frightened, sincerely frightened.
Just like the God of Death in black robes, dancing gracefully, each dance will take away a life. You don't know when it will be your turn, you don't know where the sword wave will appear from, and where it will attack you. When you know
,You are already dead.
Nothing is more frightening than the unknown yet so close to death.
Jing Hao's two sword lights full of the flavor of the sword's will did not collapse the squadron, nor did the sudden explosion of his companions collapse the squadron.
However, He's silent harvest has caused this brave and capable squadron to show signs of collapse.
In the blink of an eye, there were less than twenty people left. The squadron leader felt miserable and could not care about anything else. He shouted hoarsely: "Withdraw! Withdraw to our formation!"
He knew that even if he returned alive, he would still be punished by adults. But in such a short time, there were only a few people left in the Second Squadron. He was so heartbroken that he couldn't care less even if adults punished him.
All the soldiers fled in panic as if they had been granted amnesty.
He and Jing Hao realized at the same time that this was an excellent opportunity, and they took action in unison.
Jing Hao drank the holy blood, and seven straight sword lights suddenly bloomed from the sword body, like seven extremely thin beams of light, and penetrated into the back of the seven soldiers' heads.
The crane stepped wrongly, stepping on seven stars in a row, and the sword flew through the air like a dragon. The dazzling changes were like clouds and flowing water. Puff, puff, puff, blood spurted from the throats of six soldiers at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, only four soldiers including the squadron leader were left.
massacre!
This was a real massacre, a one-sided massacre. From the beginning to the end, the Second Squadron did not make any threatening attacks, and they were always suppressed.
The opponent's attack methods are endless and difficult to guard against.
In just a few rounds, only four members of the elite second squadron were left, and they were almost slaughtered. This also illustrates the gap in strength between the two sides.
"It's amazing!" Tang Tian's eyes widened as he saw the performance of Jing Hao and He, which made him fascinated.
It turns out that everyone is moving forward!
It turns out that everyone never gives up!
That's great!
Tang Tian only felt his blood boiling. His fighting spirit was completely aroused by the amazing performance of several people. He had already forgotten that he should rush over at this time and arrive at Baoguang early. Now he only had one thought in his mind, fight! Fight hard!
One!
His eyes swept across the enemies, and soon he locked onto the most conspicuous person among the crowd.
That's right, it's him!
Tang Tian's eyes shone, and he saw that this guy was the leader of this group of people.
He put his hands to his mouth, stretched his throat, and shouted with all his strength.
"Hey, sissy in white, come out and have a fight!"
The whole place suddenly fell silent, and the air seemed to freeze.
PS1: The WeChat platform is indeed a place where assholes come out. A group of assholes first asked with concern if they were caught in Shenzhen’s anti-pornography campaign, and then after learning that they just had a cold, they all expressed regret. What really hurt my heart was
One guy said that the reason why Fang Fang caught a cold was because becoming fat increased the area of contact with viruses in the air...
PS2: Recommend two new books. "The Strongest Traveler" by the very domineering Luo Badao and "The Trickster" by the old man from Guanzhong who is not old at all.
