This poem is the oath of the northern warriors, something that goes deep into the bones of the northern warriors!
At this time, after Wang Xiang finished reading, he felt that he had returned to that turbulent time, and his face immediately showed an extremely ashamed look!
What is he doing and why is he like this now?
Was it forced by life, or did he choose to give in?
Wang Xiang felt his chest was shaking and his emotions were mixed.
Ye Zhaoling said: "Wang Xiang, get out of here!"
Wang Xiang looked deeply at Ye Zhaoling, with a face full of shame, bowed deeply to Ye Zhaoling, then lowered his head and limped away.
He still doesn't know who Ye Zhaoling is, but he is already very sure that the young woman in front of him must be from the Northern War Zone.
When he passed Ye Zhaoling and walked down the stairs.
Ye Zhaoling said without looking back: "I will help you solve your housing and children's education problems, and live a good life in the future."
Wang Xiang was shocked, turned around, gave a deep salute to Ye Zhaoling's back, then turned around and left with tears in his eyes.
Ye Zhaoling turned his eyes, looked at the remaining nine people, and said coldly: "Nine of you, I can give you a chance to leave. It's up to you whether to leave or stay."
"We are not cowards who just left after being scared by you."
The short-haired man laughed strangely, pulled out another three-pointed thorn from his left trouser leg, and said sternly: "Come on together!"
The others also knew that Ye Zhaoling was difficult to deal with. If they were to be defeated one by one by her, they might as well choose to join forces to fight against the enemy. They immediately took out the various war-ready weapons they had acquired over the years and attacked Ye Zhaoling together!
Ye Zhaoling's face was indifferent, and with the dagger in hand, he walked over and won.
These people are all top-notch experts, retired special forces warriors with great external abilities, even though at this time they had already chosen nine people to join forces out of caution.
But except for the short-haired man wearing a red silk scarf who was leading the way, everyone else didn't take Ye Zhaoling too seriously from the bottom of their hearts.
The short-haired man had previously blocked Ye Zhaoling's fatal sneak attack because of Ye Zhaoling's skill, so as soon as they fought, Fang used his special skills as the first move, the most insidious and cruel move he had ever known in his life!
They saw the three-edged thorn in his hand, like a poisonous snake with a fatal blow in a sneak attack, suddenly appeared from the ground and stabbed Ye Zhaoling's neck!
This blow was at a tricky angle and was so powerful that if an ordinary person encountered it, even if they could resist it, they would break out in a cold sweat and use all their strength to block it!
Afterwards, no one would have thought that this short-haired man was actually left-handed.
With his left hand behind his back, after the enemy resists the blow to the neck with all his strength, he will take advantage of the blow and kill him with one blow!
Although his first attack was just a cover, ordinary people would die without even seeing his left hand under his attack.
Only some strong men who could block the short-haired man's first blow would have the chance to see the real blow from his left hand.
However, there are only a few people who can see the second blow of his left hand in the hand of the short-haired man!
Even if I saw everyone, almost all of them were dead!
However, what the short-haired man didn't expect was that his move was so childish and ridiculous in front of Ye Zhaoling.
Ye Zhaoling would not break out in a cold sweat like others and block his first blow with all his strength, allowing him to take advantage of the opportunity for the second blow with his left hand.
In front of Ye Zhaoling, he didn't even have a chance to use the attack with his left hand!
Then he saw the dagger in Ye Zhaoling's hand, like lightning and flint, sliding forward along the three-edged thorn in the hand of the short-haired man, and his body left the place like a ghost.
The next moment, Ye Zhaoling was already fighting with the remaining eight people.
The short-haired man looked at his right hand with disbelief.
His right hand, from the tiger's mouth to half of his forearm, was cut in half by Ye Zhaoling's dagger!
It's like a pair of disposable chopsticks that were divided into different homes!
puff!
In an instant, Ye Zhaoling dodged a fatal blow and stabbed the dagger into the opponent's abdomen with his backhand!
He raised his foot again and kicked the third person straight in the chest. With a click, the person was kicked backwards and flew out!
Even though the opponent was a retired special warrior with much higher resistance than ordinary people, her sternum was still broken by her kick!
As one of the top ten guards in the northern war zone, Ye Zhaoling is a powerful person. There is almost no difference between taking care of these retired special forces soldiers and the hundreds of ruthless people downstairs.
After all, when it comes to combat experience, Ye Zhaoling has more experience than them.
As for the realm, there is no difference between ordinary people and masters of external energy in front of a strong person with internal energy.
In an instant, three people were defeated. This made the remaining six people's expressions change drastically. They finally decided to abandon their mutual distrust and join forces to attack!
One of them said: "This person is at least internally strong. If we continue to fight each other, no one will be able to get a favor today!"
"Team of Three Talents!" Another person suggested through gritted teeth.
The six people each looked at each other, while looking at Ye Zhaoling warily, they actually formed a team of three or three.
The Sancai Team is a three-person team formation that is very familiar to special operations members. It can greatly improve the ability of individual soldiers to fight. It is used extremely skillfully by soldiers in the war zone, especially these special forces soldiers.
The next moment, six people formed a group of three or three, one on the left and one on the right, and attacked Ye Zhaoling again.
Ye Zhaoling stood there, quietly watching them unite with each other to form the three-talented team, with a disdainful smile on his lips.
As we all know, in recent years, the Northern War Zone has far surpassed the other three war zones and has become the strongest war zone in China.
When Ye Zhaoling was in the war zone, he usually had nothing to do and would often train his soldiers.
Her method of training is to combine those young and outstanding northern warriors who are far superior to the other three war zones into a team of three talents, and then fight one against a hundred!
Even those northern warriors who had the strongest physique in their lives, after they were combined into the Three Talents Team, they were still like chickens and dogs in front of Ye Zhaoling.
What's more, is it a three-talent team formed by these six retired warriors who have been retired for many years and whose physical fitness is no longer what it used to be?
In Ye Zhaoling's eyes, the three-talented team composed of these six people was like a low-end or pirated version compared to the three-talented team composed of his soldiers in the northern theater.
Not only did I not feel threatened at all, but I also found it a bit funny.
After all, these six people's individual combat capabilities are far inferior to those of the northern soldiers who are currently serving. In addition, they did not know each other before and had not gone through running-in training.
The three-talented team formed is full of flaws and looks like a ghost.
"Stop insulting the Sancai Team, are you worthy?" Ye Zhaoling snorted coldly, stepped on his feet, and blasted out his iron fist, crushing the six men of the two Sancai Team in an instant!
Not even giving six people a chance to react!
"A bunch of trash!"
Ye Zhaoling gave a cold shout and walked away.
When she took the third step, one of the men, who was lying on the ground with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, looked cruel. He slowly pulled out a pistol from his waist, pointed it at the back of Ye Zhaoling's head, and fired with a bang!
Ye Zhaoling turned around suddenly and raised his hand.
The bullet was caught firmly between her fingers!
"hiss!"
Everyone's scalp went numb when they saw it.
The man who fired the gun was even more stunned with his eyes wide open.
"I didn't want to kill anyone, but as a retired soldier, you dared to hide your firearm and shoot me. You deserved to die."
Ye Zhaoling said coldly, and with a flick of his finger, he ejected the yellow-orange bullet in his hand.
With a pop, it shot through the man's brain, leaving a dark hole between his eyebrows.
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