Chapter three hundred and forty-eight reasons for defeat
Densely packed branches descended from the sky, not to mention there were only five slave warriors below, even ten would have no effect.
Seeing those branches falling, the five slave warriors swung their swords up. However, not to mention the short scimitar itself, even the most violent Mo Dao in the Ding Han Dynasty was afraid that it would not be able to break those many branches in an instant.
Along with the sound of whipping, the dense branches frantically rubbed against the cheeks, arms and upper bodies of the five slave warriors below.
The five warriors who were originally slaves gritted their teeth and did not groan at all. Their eyes were narrowed to just a slit. While avoiding being hurt by Zhiya, they carefully paid attention to Ling Tian's figure.
Although they were caught off guard by Ling Tian turning the tree trunk upside down in mid-air, these five slave warriors were obviously not just a mob. They reacted quickly at this time, and immediately counterattacked as soon as Ling Tian's figure fell.
Each of these slave warriors is an elite, and all Ling Tian's reactions seem to be just a little bit of venting, but they can't change too many things.
As soon as the branches fell to the ground, and then the tree trunks would support the ground, Ling Tian no longer had any room to move, and could only wait to be chopped down by the scimitar.
At this time, suddenly, the tree trunk that was originally inverted was inverted again, from straight downwards to horizontal. Then, Ling Tian's hands and feet quickly twisted together, and the horizontal tree trunk began to rotate.
It also came suddenly, without giving any time or chance to react. The branches had almost scratched the face, and when they were about to hit the ground, the tree trunk hit them horizontally. Then, the thick tree trunk pressed hard on the three slave warriors.
Without any surprise, the tree trunk falling in the air severely crushed the three slave warriors under the action of inertia.
Facing a situation like this that looks like a natural disaster, no matter how elite you are, it will be in vain.
However, at this point, Ling Tian no longer had any tricks to play with. When the tree trunk pressed down on the three slave warriors, Ling Tian's figure had already landed, and the remaining two slave warriors were already moving towards Ling Tian.
Attacked.
In the distance, other slave warriors and those who were surrounded and killed who had looked over because of the commotion here now looked at the last two remaining slave warriors charging towards Ling Tian and began to look away.
Killing a child, even if the child had just killed three slave warriors, was by no means a surprise. Both the slave warriors and those who were surrounded and killed had seen this kind of thing many times.
In the past, even warriors who had done more shocking things than Ling Tian could not escape the fate of being killed by slave warriors.
So, at this point, no one is interested in reading any more.
However, just when those people turned their heads, the figure of Ling Tian who had just landed on the ground rolled nimbly, and the scimitar of one of the three slave warriors who had just been crushed to death on the ground suddenly fell into Ling Tian's hand.
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Along with a cold light, the scimitar immediately flew towards a slave warrior who was behind Ling Tian.
Like a huge flying knife, the slave warrior who quickly arrived behind Ling Tian obviously did not expect that such a hidden weapon turned into a scimitar would fly towards him at this time.
Almost as soon as the scimitar passed by, the slave warrior had already been penetrated through the chest by the scimitar.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Tian's figure didn't pause at all, and the man holding two other scimitars had already collided with the one behind who was showing off his efforts.
The huge force immediately slammed the dead slave warrior's body towards the last slave warrior who was still alive and came to catch him. Another slave warrior immediately behind this slave warrior collided with the body of his companion.
The figure suddenly froze.
The next second, two scimitars swept towards the last slave warrior from under the dead slave warrior's body.
There is no overly advanced swordsmanship, only the fastest speed, which is incredibly fast.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Ling Tian rolled to the slave warrior's feet, and then, two scimitars quickly cut on the slave warrior's wrist.
The flickering sword light cut both ankles of the slave warrior at least ten times in the blink of an eye.
After more than ten blows, Ling Tian's figure quickly rolled towards the back, and the scimitar passed through Ling Tian's head. Obviously, if Ling Tian had not made any evasive actions, then even if he could destroy this
Slave warriors can never escape the fate of being killed.
"Roar……"
A huge roar sounded, the sword missed, and the slave warrior with both ankles damaged fell towards the ground.
Not far away, Ling Tian, who was rolling out at this time, had an extra tree branch in his hand. Just when the last slave warrior fell, the tree tree stretched straight to the slave warrior's chin.
Facing the slave warrior's throat, the tree pierced straight in.
Blood splattered, and the last slave warrior also died.
After killing five slave warriors in one go, Ling Tian's hands and feet began to tremble, and his whole body trembled slightly. At this time, he had no idea how he could make so many reactions just now.
Especially in the last few times, even the sacrifices made by his family could only reach this level at best.
The problem is that he is less than ten years old, and theoretically he should never have such powerful strength.
"Run, run..."
In the distance, a roar rang out, instantly waking up Ling Tian. Immediately, Ling Tian suddenly came back to his senses. This was not the time to think too much. You must know that he was still in danger. There were still more than twenty slaves in the distance.
Soldiers, and now, there are about ten of them chasing him.
However, the good thing is that at this moment, some of the people who were surrounded and killed over there had begun to flee in all directions. Those slave warriors obviously did not want to let go of the prey they were surrounded by, so they just separated.
A dozen people chased him.
Maybe a dozen of them can be killed...
Looking at the dozen or so slave warriors running towards him, Ling Tian didn't know why such an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.
But as soon as this idea came up, Ling Tian himself already showed a look of horror.
How could a child kill more than twenty slave warriors without any traps? This was an absolutely impossible task.
What I want is to escape, not to fight for my life.
Such thoughts kept rolling through his mind, and subconsciously, Ling Tian felt that he should be horrified and afraid, because this was not a scene that a child should be able to face.
But, let's face it, it doesn't seem to be an easy task for a child to escape from the pursuit of a dozen slave warriors.
In his hand, he held the scimitar slightly tightly.
Ling Tian's figure suddenly jumped towards the big tree behind.
Under the tree, a child would never be able to stop the siege of a dozen slave warriors, but above the big tree, a dozen slave warriors might not be able to kill him.
Before, he accidentally exposed himself in a place where it was inconvenient to retreat, which gave those slave warriors a chance to show off their bows and arrows. But now, he only needs to keep shuttling through the dense forest, and the bows and arrows of those slave warriors will be completely destroyed.
loses its effect.
"Ouch..."
However, just as the figure climbed onto the big tree, suddenly, the hair on Ling Tian's body suddenly stood up, and almost without any hesitation, he was already tumbling down from the big tree towards the ground.
At the same time, an eagle flew slightly above the big tree he originally selected. If Ling Tian hadn't fallen downwards earlier, the place where the eagle flew by was exactly where he had reached. It can be said that he would have reached it.
Put yourself under the talons of the falcon.
This is a falcon domesticated by slave warriors.
This thought came to Ling Tian's mind. After the figure landed, his whole person suddenly calmed down. His figure turned upside down and stopped running away. Instead, he rushed towards the ten slave warriors coming towards him.
The two scimitars were spinning continuously in Ling Tian's hands, and he saw that he was about to collide with the ten slave warriors on the opposite side. Suddenly, Ling Tian's figure bent slightly, and two low trees were cut open by Ling Tian's scimitar.
Quickly cut the branch, then drop the Lingtian Scimitar and slap it, and the branch immediately shoots forward quickly.
It seemed that Ling Tian just wanted to use the previous tactic again, but the ten oncoming slave warriors showed disdain on their faces. Ling Tian was condescending before, so there was no problem in using that tactic.
Moreover, the five slave warriors below were unprepared at that time.
However, now on the flat ground, the power of this tactic itself has been weakened to the extreme. In addition, not only are there ten slave warriors now, but they are all on guard. If Ling Tian still wants to defeat him with that simple tactic,
It would be a joke to them.
The ten scimitars slashed out with disdainful looks on the slave warriors' faces.
The next second, the branches that were slapped away by Ling Tian were immediately chopped into pieces by the scimitar. However, at this moment, the splashing juice spread violently, not only splashing on the faces of the slave warriors, but also on the faces of the slave warriors.
The juice splashed into the eyes of the slave warriors.
The incomparable pain suddenly spread, and the slave warrior, whose eyes were filled with juice, howled and threw away the scimitar and covered his eyes.
The pain of damaged eyes is unbearable even if these slave warriors are elites.
At this moment, Ling Tian wielded his scimitar and charged into these slave warriors again. The two scimitars kept flipping over, and soon he had chopped down several slave warriors to the ground, and Ling Tian's figure was among them.
Keep wandering around, taking advantage of the slave warriors whose eyes were damaged and who were in pain to avoid other slave warriors who were not injured.
Six of the ten slave warriors fell when they faced each other, and the remaining four who had gritted their teeth and waited for their comrades to fall began to swing their swords, preparing to kill Ling Tian in one fell swoop.
However, after the six slave warriors fell, Ling Tian's figure quickly retreated again, and then, the scimitar flipped, and several branches flew towards these slave warriors.
This time, no slave warrior dared to chop down the branch. Even facing the branch that flew past, the slave warriors chose to retreat without any hesitation.
But just as they were retreating, the scimitar in Ling Tian's hand flew out.
Two scimitars were hidden behind the branches and penetrated quickly, then engulfed the chest of a slave warrior.
"Kill this kid, you must kill him..."
In the distance, the remaining dozen or so slave warriors who had looked over because of the movement here could no longer hold back their roars. It no longer mattered to them whether the people they surrounded were killed or not.
Ling Tian actually killed more than a dozen of their brothers in a short period of time, and half of them fell into Ling Tian's hands.
Whether it was to avenge the death of their comrades, or to prevent themselves from following in the footsteps of their comrades, these slave warriors were sure of one thing, they had to kill Ling Tian as quickly as possible.
The figure fell slightly to the ground, Ling Tian's eyes were cold as he looked at the retreating slave warriors and the slave warriors who started to come towards this direction quickly in the distance.
There are still eighteen left...
This number is definitely not a small number, eighteen elite slave warriors, this is an elite number enough to wipe out a Southern Centurion.
However, at this time, Ling Tian subconsciously felt that he could kill these eighteen people, and he could kill them extremely easily.
Ling Tian glanced around, and then, Ling Tian picked up the scimitar from the two corpses on the side. His figure turned slightly, and he had already reached the dense forest on the side.
Even though he felt he could win, even though he was extremely confident that he could wipe out those slave warriors, Ling Tian was not arrogant enough to think that he, who was less than ten years old, could fight against eighteen adult elite slave warriors.
"He, where has he gone..."
"He won't leave us and run away..."
However, just as Ling Tian hid in the dense forest, in the distance, those southerners who had been surrounded by slave warriors and might all die at any time looked at the direction where Ling Tian disappeared and shouted.
"There, there...he hasn't left yet..."
I don't know if he was really frightened or if he was really stupid to this extent. There was a man inside who finally saw Ling Tian's figure and shouted with a tone of great surprise.
This shout immediately made the eyes of the slave warriors who were still on guard in front of them brighten up, and then they all followed the man's shout and looked at where the man was looking.
Just as he looked over, several arrows were shot in that direction.
"Shut up, you idiot..."
Someone among the lucky ones who survived finally roared. However, just as the roar stopped, other people around this roaring person had already begun to run towards the mountains, seemingly planning to escape while Ling Tian entangled the slave warriors.
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"Ignore that child and go kill these southerners first..."
The escape of these people once again caused the slave warriors to make strategic adjustments. The slave warriors who gathered together immediately ignored Ling Tian and other things, and turned around to chase the fleeing southerners behind them.
