Chapter 19 The sword and blood are more compatible in rainy days
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"If you kill an enemy beyond the level, your score will be increased by forty. If you kill with one sword, your score will be increased by eighty."
What a wonderful sound. Lin Xiao, who was touching the corpse on the ring, couldn't help but smile. He just spent 120 points to improve the extreme swordsmanship and flying crane walking on water to perfection. Now he has added it back, not only
In this way, I also got some silver coins from Fei Yang.
"I am a master of external training, and this person is at the limit of external training. In the judgment of that mentally retarded thing, the opponent is two levels higher than me, so can the record be doubled again?" Lin Xiao thought secretly while putting away the coins happily.
After seeing this operation, the two gangs looked confused.
There was another muffled sound of thunder, and the lightning was raging like an angry dragon. Lin Xiao quickly came to his senses and hurried towards the Baiyun Gang camp. It would be difficult to handle if the Black Earth Gang gangsters took action against him.
"He Mingshan, win two out of three, you lose." Lu Jitong narrowed his eyes slightly, a ray of cold light was like water, and his tone was serious.
"Lu Jitong, these three battles are just foreplay." He Mingshan laughed. The death of Wang Chengwu and He Song, especially the death of He Song, made He Mingshan very sad, but it had been planned from the beginning.
, even if he loses three times in three battles, he will not just admit defeat.
"The majestic leader of the Baiyun Gang's sub-gang refuses to admit defeat. He really looks like the Baiyun Gang." Lu Jitong's words were sharp.
"Win the king or lose the bandit, everything will be written by the winner." He Mingshan said a very reasonable sentence without changing his expression. Lin Xiao's contempt for He Mingshan's behavior of refusing to admit defeat was from the bottom of his heart. Well, it was just psychological.
Lin Xiao couldn't be bothered to pay more attention to him. It had nothing to do with him.
"He Mingshan, it seems that you really want to keep us here." Lu Jitong's expression became increasingly grim, which he had expected: "But, can you do it alone?
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Lu Jitong brought over all the warriors from the Black Earth Gang. Their numbers and strength were not inferior to those of the Baiyun Gang. Even if the Baiyun Gang wanted to start a war over this, they would not be able to completely keep them.
"Kill!" He Mingshan ordered directly. He suddenly flew forward and landed on the ring like a tiger leaping over a mountain stream. He suddenly kicked out and rushed out again, bringing with it a gust of wind and roaring. His hands were condensed like tiger claws and he killed fiercely.
Lu Jitong.
Among the two gangs, the only martial arts masters are He Mingshan and Lu Jitong.
"Withdraw." Lu Jitong, however, had no intention of fighting to the death with He Mingshan. He immediately gave the order when He Mingshan ordered it.
The would-be warriors from the Baiyun Gang rushed over immediately, but the would-be warriors from the Black Earth Gang rushed toward the gate and the wall.
"Lu Jitong, save your life." He Mingshan roared like a tiger roaring, his speed suddenly surged, and the tiger's claws flew through the air and clawed hard at Lu Jitong's back.
At the same time, the gate was closed tightly, and nets wrapped with iron barbs suddenly rushed out from outside the wall. It was the other elite gang members of the Baiyun Gang who took action to cut off the Black Earth Gang's retreat.
They were all made of flesh and blood. When they hit the barbed wire, they would bleed all over their bodies. The people from the Black Earth Gang were stunned one after another, and the quasi-warriors from the Baiyun Gang immediately rushed to kill them.
"kill!"
Lu Jitong twisted his body like a poisonous snake swimming in the grass. He was very slippery and quickly avoided the attack of He Mingshan's tiger claw. His waist twisted strangely. There was a cold light flickering in the depths of his narrowed eyes. He swung out his arms suddenly. I don't know.
When did two black short blades appear in his hand, like poisonous fangs.
Boom, a loud noise exploded from the sky, thunder flashed, illuminating the world, and huge raindrops emerged from the dark clouds, shooting down one after another, and a heavy rain came.
The blood on the ring was splashed everywhere by the heavy rain, mixed with the rain and flowed away. The heavy rain fell on everyone, bringing a chill of autumn, but it could not extinguish the murderous anger.
Lin Xiao stood in the rain, his eyes swept across the sky, and he suddenly locked eyes with a would-be warrior from the Black Earth Gang. He stepped on a flying crane and stepped on water. When he took a step, ripples seemed to spread out. The speed was astonishing. He used the sword technique of the wind and struck out with a sword.
Pierced by the rain, the blade of the White Bird Sword shuttled through the rain, and there were faint sounds of the sword breaking through the water.
"Kill the enemy and your score will be increased by one."
Lin Xiao couldn't help but be startled.
Add one to your score?
What the hell?
Isn’t it true that defeating the enemy only adds one to the score?
With some doubts, Lin Xiao struck through the raindrops with another sword like a gust of wind, and killed the next Black Soil Gang would-be warrior.
"Kill the enemy and your score will be increased by five."
Lin Xiao was thoughtful, but his steps were fast. He stepped on the flying crane and stepped on the water without any pause. There were ripples with each step, and the whole person seemed to be stepping on the water. He felt that his body seemed a little lighter, and the speed
It's also a bit faster.
"Could it be that the Flying Crane Water Step is best used on the water surface?"
The thought came up and was overturned by Lin Xiao, how could a person walk on the water, but thinking of the figure of the master riding the wind and flying in the air, he suddenly understood that it is not that people cannot walk on the water, but that they need to have a certain degree of cultivation, such as
A quasi-warrior who trains externally cannot truly walk on the water, but what about a true martial artist who trains internally?
If the true warrior cannot do it, what about the true warrior? Break through the heavy rain curtain with one sword and kill again.
Perfect's Gale Swordsmanship was extremely fast, and Perfect's flying crane walking on water was extremely light and agile. No one could accurately capture Lin Xiao's figure, and no one could avoid Lin Xiao after being targeted.
Think about Fei Yang, who was so powerful that his muscles and bones were forged to the limit, roaring like tigers, leopards, and thunder, but he was also killed by Lin Xiao with a single sword.
He Mingshan and Lu Jitong fought fiercely. Wang Ang, the captain of the Black Stone Guard of the Black Earth Gang, held a scimitar in each hand and slashed out a series of shocking sword lights, shattering the raindrops and splitting the rain curtain. The sword lights continued like a long river, and suddenly a person was killed.
The little leader of the Baiyun Gang swallowed him up and dismembered him in the blink of an eye.
"Kill me, kill all the Baiyun Dogs." Wang Ang roared angrily, letting the heavy rain wash away the blood on his body, his ferocious and cruel eyes swept across, he ran wildly, and his two swords seemed to spin up a tornado to kill everyone.
The leader is Zhou Xingmu.
Both of them had perfected their external forging skills, but Zhou Xingmu was directly at a disadvantage. He could only keep parrying Wang Ang's double sword attacks. The scimitar suddenly paused, and then cut out at an angle of trajectory, directly passing through Zhou Xingmu's defense, splitting Zhou Xingmu's
Throat, blood surged wildly.
Facts have proven that even with the same level of cultivation, there are obvious differences in strength between warriors.
Cultivation is not the whole of strength, it can only be regarded as the root and foundation of strength.
"Boss Zhou." Lin Xiao happened to see this scene and was slightly startled. Then he stepped on ripples and approached Wang Ang. Wang Ang also saw Lin Xiao. A trace of fear flashed across his face at first, and then he revealed a ferocious smile.
He refused to dodge, but instead approached Lin Xiao with his two swords. The two swords chopped up the rain curtain and sent out two rain wheels rolling towards Lin Xiao.
Taking one step forward, ripples rushed in all directions like wild waves, and a counter-shock force rose from the soles of his feet, pushing Lin Xiao's figure faster. The White Bird Sword shattered the heavy rain curtain, as if the heavy rain pierced a vacuum-like hole.
, like a gust of wind passing by.
The sword light merged, strangled and cut wildly, but was pierced by the sword light in an instant, driving straight in, penetrating Wang Ang's throat like lightning shattering the sky, and pierced out from the back of the neck.
Fei Yang couldn't block Lin Xiao's sword, let alone Wang Ang, who had only perfected his cultivation.
Drawing the sword, blood sprayed out and fell to the ground mixed with the heavy rain. The threads spread out in the accumulated water. There were two gaps in Wang Ang's swords and fell from his hands. His eyes were full of confusion and panic as he stared at the water that was like a rushing wind.
The retreating figure quickly became blurry.
"Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles..."
When he was about to kill, Lin Xiao suddenly recited a poem. His clothes were not stained with blood, but the sword left traces.