The plain-human fairy is very sensible, and the arrangements are actually for those warmongers who cannot get out of the shadow of war! Maybe he is also the backbone of Yiren?
These people are the most dangerous existences, and they will cause serious harm when they meet each other! If they hurt others, they will also hurt themselves! For human beings, they are the best targets for annihilation.
"Sister Su, I will go there alone, and you will intercept those fish that have slipped through the net for me from a distance? Since these wingmen are all real militants, their combat experience is indispensable, and I cannot guarantee that I will catch them all..."
The amateur knew what he really meant, which was that he didn't want her to be tainted with right and wrong. This was very embarrassing. They came together and couldn't advance or retreat together. But it must be admitted that this proposal took into account face and was indeed the best way to wipe out the enemy.
If you want to kill people like these, you must kill them cleanly and not hold back, otherwise the consequences will be endless.
Lou Xiaoyi said lightly, "If Hidden Wing comes, after I take action, I will be alone. To save face, they may not attack in groups. If we are two people, they will have a reason to fight in groups..."
Su-ren snorted. Although she could understand the sword cultivator's unwillingness for her to take risks, being looked down upon like this still made her feel a little uncomfortable. It was still an irrefutable reason, which reflected the sword cultivator's appearance and appearance.
A completely different and delicate style.
No matter how he said it, whether he was crazy or rude, the sword cultivator showed full grace in taking care of her. He treated his friends with kindness, and he dared to break through the sky when facing the enemy. This is what Xuanyuan left to the world.
Especially starting from Li Crow, this style became more and more obvious.
Sword cultivator is the most hated cult in the universe, but it is also the friend that monks are most willing to make in private. If you have a true sword cultivator friend, it means that you have a shoulder that you can truly rely on.
Human beings are so complicated and contradictory.
Su-ren retreated to the distance and kept observing from the farthest distance. She did not want to be a pure spectator, and based on her understanding of Yiren, she could not completely stay out of the matter. Once her eyes were red, she would be rational again.
Everyone will be swayed by their emotions. Unless they quit Yishantian, there will be no real safety.
...Lou Xiaoyi slowly approached this small red nebula. Under the sweep of his powerful spiritual consciousness, the situation inside the nebula was clear at a glance.
The red color is due to the special mineral dust in it, and the winged people here are exaggerating it intentionally or unintentionally, as if to show that they are different. They appear more fierce and aggressive.
The number of auras inside the star cluster is relatively small. Unlike the cloud clusters he came into contact with before, which had at least thousands or even tens of thousands of winged people, there are only a thousand or so winged people here; but although the number is small, the quality is very different.
There are basically no air wings at the bottom, 60% to 70% of flying wings, 30% to 40% of sky wings, just in terms of strength, they are even far superior to the previous large nebulae.
But to him, this doesn't mean much. Now, he can easily kill even the top half-immortal. He has mastered nearly twenty Taoist realms so that his flying sword can do it to almost any Taoism.
The most effective targeting!
After the Tao realm ability exceeds a certain limit, it slowly begins to exert its power, and it becomes more and more obvious; this is the deep-seated reason why swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds without practicing swordsmanship.
different.
Before he could get close, dozens of winged men had already flown out, with different expressions, but one thing was the same. They all had the ferocity in their eyes that they had discovered prey. If it weren't for their different levels, they would probably not be bothered to talk to him.
, and just tore it up.
They are cruel, Lou Xiaoyi is even more cruel than them!
He said harshly, "The main world's Sky Eye is on duty to search for the remnants of the Zerg! You will leave Nebula within a quarter of an hour and don't leave any personal belongings behind, otherwise I cannot guarantee that everything will still be the same after inspection!"
Where did you hear such a rude provocation? A winged man roared, and dozens of winged men instantly formed a fighting formation, circling and swooping down; at the same time, a large number of winged men began to move out in the red nebula, and the winged men returned to being arrogant.
, but he is not stupid. He knows that the only way to kill the human half-immortal is through quantity and sacrifice!
They are not afraid of death!
People who watched Yi did not have the most basic politeness and were more direct than him. Lou Xiaoyi was very satisfied. This was the way it should be. What to talk about? Communication without a common language was a waste of time, and it was best to just fight with fists.
As soon as the mud pill was opened, the sword river rushed out. In the sudden splitting and closing, seven or eight winged people fell under the sword! One convenient thing about a race like the killing winged people is that they don’t have to go through it hard.
To find their past and future, you only need to deal with their stronger present!
How could a real-life opponent be stronger than him? What really troubled him was the superb cover-up and grinding methods of Taoism and Buddhism. People like Yi Ren were his favorite opponents.
He didn't escape because the situation was inappropriate!
The sword river rolled by, taking away the lives of the winged people. The blood in the sky was mixed with bird feathers, which was particularly cold! This made the winged people's emotions immediately become frantic. They did not want to see blood, whether it was their own blood or the enemy's.
The blood will only make them crazier!
Otherwise, they don’t deserve to call themselves berserkers among the winged men!
Layers after layers of winged people surrounded them, and began to attack the unmoving, flat-looking human beings with death! He was truly a war madman among the winged people. In the entire nebula, not a single one of the thousands of winged people flinched.
Even Fei Yi, who is at the Nascent Soul level, is using his own life to try to open a death passage in the Jian River!
This strategy is not ineffective. Although there are still winged men falling under the sword from time to time, it is no longer the case where seven or eight people were killed at the same time at the beginning of the battle; a three-dimensional spherical, all-round attack wave with no dead ends, divided
Without the power of Jianhe, it would be difficult for sword cultivators to gather swords to kill people while protecting their inner circle!
This is the correct application of numerical advantage. The Yi people are very proficient in this, but there is a prerequisite. Everyone must not be afraid of death. Once there are those who work hard and do nothing, those who practice Taipingquan, and those who die as Taoists but not as poor Taoists, this way
The way is a joke.
But the Winged Berserkers are not afraid of death, that's what they say, and that's what they do.
This is a strange landscape. A simple description is that there are big balls within small balls; the small balls are composed of millions of galloping sword lights. They gallop tirelessly according to special rules, just like a layer of flowing water spheres.
Blocked attacks from any angle and direction.
The big ball is composed of nearly a thousand winged people, slightly chaotic, but in the process of one after another, they are launching life-threatening attacks on the small ball! Just like seagulls, circling, looking for opportunities, diving, and then being bounced back, covered with bruises
