The eight-sided sword was like a ghost, like a flickering will-o'-the-wisp, haunting his hand mysteriously. As soon as the green sword light spurted out from his right hand, it suddenly appeared from the wind of his left hand. His body turned slightly, and the sword light spread out in an arc from his waist. His head swung slightly. , the eight-sided sword stabbed out from the side of his bun in a mysterious and unusual way.
Chutian's hands, feet, elbows, knees, and every part of his body were pierced with cyan sword light.
He seems to have become one with the Eight-sided Sword. The Eight-sided Sword is a limb on his body. Any movement he makes can trigger the sword light, and sword light can be pierced from any part of his body.
Before the seven swordsmen could see clearly which hand Tian had used, they had been pierced by the eight-sided sword at least eighteen times. The extremely sharp eight-sided sword easily penetrated all their vital points, Chu Tian either bumped his shoulder, hit his knee, or hit hard with his elbow, and the seven axemen sprayed blood mist all over their bodies and rolled out in all directions.
Chu Tian's figure was mixed in with the tumbling corpses of the seven swordsmen and axemen. The swordsmen, spearmen, and archers around them felt dazzled. The large blood mist and the bodies of their tragically dead companions blocked their sight. They couldn't see it at all. Can find out where Chu Tian is!
Chutian walked strangely and suddenly appeared from behind the corpse of a swordsman.
He bent down and rushed out from behind the corpse. A flash of green sword light flashed past his shoulder and slanted across the waist of a spearman. The two-and-a-half-foot-long eight-sided sword easily and lightly swept through the spearman's body, cutting him off at the waist.
Chu Tian blasted out his left and right hands at the same time, hitting the two bodies of the spearman with heavy punches. Large amounts of blood flew out, and the two entities flew high. The attention of the surrounding enemies was instantly attracted by the two bodies, and they subconsciously raised their heads. Looked over.
There seemed to be wind under his feet, lifting his tall and strong body. Chutian slid forward and rushed in front of the three spearmen. Three balls of green sword light exploded in front of him. The three spearmen only felt a pain in their jaws. The eight-sided sword penetrated their jaws and exited from the back of their heads almost simultaneously.
When he raised his right knee, he heard a terrible muffled sound. The fine iron crotch guard of the spearman in the middle was dented by Chu Tian's knee, and his entire lower body was instantly shattered. The spearman's body flew up heavily and hit the ten archers behind him.
Chu Tian followed closely behind the spearman's body like a ghost. He took three steps seven or eight feet away. In another step, he mysteriously walked out from behind the spearman's body, and then a belt stretched across his body. An arc formed, and a green arc of light spilled out from the waist. Before the ten archers could pick up the long swords for melee combat, they were cut in half by Chu Tian.
Three large axes roared towards him from behind, and eight spears stabbed from behind and from both sides.
The roars of Ling's axe-hands and spear-hands shook the surrounding black pine trees, causing countless thin pine needles to scatter. Chu Tian took a step across without looking back, and then took a step back diagonally. He came to the queue of three swordsmen with great mystery.
The eight-sided sword spurted out from his right hand and pierced the heart of the axe-hand on his right hand. Almost as soon as the sword light penetrated the iron armor of the axe-hand, the green sword light swayed out from his left shoulder. The two axemen howled in unison, and were beheaded by his sword.
Before the bodies of the three sword and axemen fell to the ground, the eight spearmen dropped their spears almost at the same time, pulled out the daggers from their waists, and charged towards Chutian desperately.
These spearmen could clearly see that Chu Tian's movements were too fast and weird. They couldn't even catch Chu Tian's figure. It was impossible for them to stab Chu Tian with their spears. They could only fight at close range, use their numerical advantage to block Chu Tian, and exchange lives for lives. At the same time that Chu Tian pierced their bodies, they also had to prick several bloody holes in Chu Tian's body.
Not only these spearmen, but also the remaining axemen and spearmen all dropped their long weapons, drew out the short knives half a foot long from their waists, and roared like wounded beasts towards Chu Tian. Come.
In just a few breaths, they lost almost half of their men.
Chu Tian's killing power is too astonishing, and his killing efficiency is too terrifying. What he uses is not the method that a hero in the market should have, nor is it the killing technique that a man in the military can use openly and openly. What Chu Tian uses is purely for the sake of killing. A killing technique resulting from killing.
He shouldn't be the fish stall head of Baimangjiang River, he should be a terrible assassin and a top killer.
More than twenty burly figures wearing dragon scale armor rushed over from all directions. Chu Tian was so excited that his muscles all over his body tensed slightly, the corners of his mouth cracked slightly, and he smiled brightly.
A few faint scars danced on his face, adding a bit of ferocity to his slightly dark face.
In the midst of the boundless ferocity and chill, Chutian's eyes were like the newly thawed stream in the spring mountain stream, clear and clean without any impurities. Although he was grinning ferociously, the aura around him was not like that of a killer who had just killed so many people and was going to continue to kill many more people, but more like a well-dressed and elegant man who was about to go on a date with a beautiful woman. .
The figure rushed forward, Chu Tian took a step across, and the three figures lost their target and ran close to his body.
The eight-sided sword suddenly flashed at his waist, and large amounts of blood flew out. The three spearmen were pierced through the chest, and the sword light almost tore their upper bodies into two pieces.
The evil wind hit, and five spearmen, two on the left and one on the right, hugged him at the same time.
Chu Tian moved his feet and took a step diagonally. Five thick figures brushed against his body again, and the arm of the nearest warrior was completely close to Chu Tian's cheek. Chu Tian smiled at the desperate soldier, and twirled the eight-sided sword in his hand. Large amounts of blood spurted out from the necks of the five men. There was no movement at all when they landed on the ground.
One step forward, one step back, one step left, one step right, and occasionally a step diagonally.
Chu Tian's movements were small, and his steps seemed extremely simple, but within five steps, no Ling's warriors could touch his body, and no Ling's warriors' weapons could hurt him in the slightest.
The ghostly eight-sided sword flashed in his hand, and the warriors fell to the ground one after another.
In just a dozen breaths, all fifty Ling's armored soldiers fell to the ground. Their corpses were piled up in a space about five steps long and wide, and they were densely packed together.
With a "clang" sound, the eight-sided sword jumped back into the sleeve and buckled on the cowhide arm guard.
Chu Tian looked at the corpse of the warrior lying on the ground and said calmly: "Within five steps, if an ordinary man is angry, the emperor will bleed. This sword technique of mine is called 'Plain Man's Sword'."
"Hehe" smiled, and Chu Tian grinned very rudely: "Scare, killing the emperor is such a thing, we are loyal ministers and obedient people of the Jin Dynasty, it's a joke, a joke, a joke!"
A pitiful howl of "Wow" came from Ling Fu's eyes as Chu Tian killed five teams of his own elite private soldiers like a chicken. He was distracted and was scratched in the belly by Li Xiaolu's halberd.
At least twenty kilograms of fat meat flew high into the air, sprinkled with blood, and Ling Fu cursed hysterically.