Holding the green leaflet in his hand, the young swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect could understand every word on it.
On it are the requirements for surrender, as well as some guarantees. It is guaranteed that the first ten people who surrender will receive humane treatment. There are some simple explanations for this humane treatment.
At least you don't have to worry about being beaten or forced to confess, and you can get food... For people who have been under fire for half an hour, this is definitely a huge temptation.
But after looking at the scene that made him feel extremely humiliating, he couldn't make up his mind to do such a shameful action.
Raising his hands high, holding his flying sword with both hands... and kneeling on the ground... this was simply a humiliation and a ruthless trampling on his honor.
A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! This was the sentence that came to his mind. Unfortunately, neither killing nor humiliating him was the way out he wanted to choose.
Maybe escaping is the best way, he thought weakly. He glanced at his fellow sect member who was adjusting his breath in the same crater. This swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect had the idea of escape for the first time.
"Boom!" A row of bullets hit the crater where he was hiding, and the swordsman had to lower his head again.
A puppet suddenly appeared next to the crater, raised his weapon, and aimed at the swordsman below the crater. The swordsman who saw the enemy would not sit still and wait for death. With a wave of his hand, the flying sword beside him shot up from the bottom up and penetrated.
That puppet's head.
Before the first puppet fell down, the second puppet had already exposed its head. This puppet opened fire directly, and the bullets had already poured into the bottom of the crater.
The flying sword next to the swordsman who was adjusting his breath blocked a flying bullet. The swordsman who was ready to escape was hit by the pouring bullets because the flying sword was not beside him.
He screamed, clutching his stomach and fell down. The bullet penetrated his stomach, severed his intestines, and the blood suddenly stained his clothes red.
The swordsman, who had exhausted his spiritual energy just now, finally finished adjusting his breath and opened his eyes. He saw his companion screaming and falling down, and also saw that another puppet had aimed at his head.
He heard him shout loudly, and the flying sword beside him roared, directly hitting the second puppet's head.
Before he could be thankful that he had escaped, he found that his flying sword actually collided with another flying ancient sword.
For a moment, gold and iron clashed, and the swordsman was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether he was dreaming or if he really encountered such a strange thing.
The opponent... actually had swordsmen? His mind was filled with doubts, and then he jumped out of the crater and stood in front of his opponent.
The moment he saw the other person, he understood. Because it was a familiar black shirt and a familiar outfit.
"Ha! Unexpected, unexpected! It turned out to be the helpers found by you rebellious people!" The swordsman stood with his hands behind his back, and the flying sword in front of him rushed across and got entangled with the opponent's flying sword.
It was like two rolling chainsaws colliding together, with harsh sounds coming and going, and flying sparks shining everywhere.
This was the first time that the soldiers of the Airanhill Empire saw the battle between swordsmen with their own eyes. It was a contest that included art and was extremely handsome.
However, in the eyes of these soldiers of the Airanhill Empire, such a cool battle has no reference value.
In the experience of these soldiers, lowering their heads into the dirt, hiding their bodies in corners, wearing the heaviest armor, and using the most despicable weapons is what fighting should be like.
When killing an enemy, don't pursue whether it's handsome or not. Even if you use your teeth, as long as you can tear off a piece of flesh from the enemy, you should bite it without hesitation and swallow it with the blood and broken bones.
That's right.
"Surrender! You have no way out!" The old swordsman of the Nine Nether Sect shouted loudly while controlling his flying sword.
If two people compete fairly, he may not be the opponent of the young swordsman opposite him. After all, there is still a gap in talent between the two people, and the masters built by Tianjian Shenzong with heavenly materials and earthly treasures are naturally better than those who lack food and clothing.
The old swordsman is stronger.
However, because the young swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect have consumed a lot of spiritual energy before, it seems to be a one-on-one fair competition at this moment. However, it is obvious that the young swordsmen have to beware of the cold shots that may come from around them, so they must not
Fight without distraction.
Under such circumstances, the young swordsman was gradually at a disadvantage. He could only be forced to defend and use his own flying sword to block the old swordsman's flying sword to prevent himself from losing in a short period of time.
Now, all he could think about was that his fellow disciples around him came to help him and support him so that he could get away from the battle and rest for a while.
He didn't want to rest all the time, but since he started to join the battle, his spiritual energy absorption and recovery speed had never been enough. He would naturally feel very frustrated when he was never able to participate in the battle at full strength.
"Shut up! Rebellion! If you hadn't betrayed the sect and caused trouble everywhere, how could we have been humiliated today?!" The swordsman in white was full of anger, scolded loudly, turned from defense to offense, and started a sharp counterattack
.
His flying sword suddenly accelerated, and actually forced the flying sword controlled by the old swordsman of the Jiuyou Sect back several feet. The old swordsman's face changed drastically, and he quickly took a few steps back to avoid the opponent's sharp edge.
Unexpectedly, the opponent was already in such a mess and could still have the strength to repel his flying sword. The old swordsman secretly sighed in his heart and lamented the strength of the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect in terms of cultivation.
However, the young swordsman was at the end of his strength at this moment. Although he forced the opponent back, his spiritual energy was about to run out again. At this time, what he was even more afraid of was obviously the figure behind the old swordsman.
Weaponed enemies.
"If you have the ability, fight me one on one! It's better to die in your hands than to die in the hands of these people!" The young swordsman was about to take on his old enemy, so he faced the old swordsman of the Jiuyou Sect.
shouted.
"Actually... I'm just here to persuade you to surrender..." The so-called old swordsman is an old swordsman, so he will not be easily fooled. He has passed the age of impulsiveness, and this kind of thing is not easy for him.
It's still too exciting.
So he took a step back, gave up his position, and said to the special forces behind him: "If he doesn't surrender... I'll leave the rest to you!"