"That's right! Soldiers should have the courage of soldiers!" Mu Yu smiled lightly.
These soldiers are Zhao Feihong's personal guards, and they are the best among all soldiers.
Their marksmanship was extremely fierce, and they came roaring with strong wind.
For a moment, the air was filled with countless gun shadows, blocking every inch of space around Mu Yu.
Mu Yu stood on the spot and did not dodge.
One hand was behind his back, and the other hand was waving casually in the air.
Powerful qi energy shot out from his fingers, easily dispelling all the gun shadows.
"Comment on it."
Mu Yu looked around at the many soldiers and said calmly: "The momentum of the spear shadow is powerful, and the angle of the attack is just right. It seems that you usually practice your spear skills attentively."
"However, the gun shadow's stamina is not very strong, which shows that your cultivation foundation is not stable."
"So, I suggest you to focus more on your practice in daily life. Cultivation is the foundation of everything. Without practice, no matter how good your spear skills are, it will just be nothing."
All the soldiers looked strange, with ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past in their hearts.
We admit that we are bad, but you kid can't be so humiliating.
We are enemies! Who asked you to guide us!
Seeing the dissatisfied looks on their faces, Mu Yu shook his head and sighed: "A man of witchcraft, doctor, musician, and skill can still be shameless in asking questions. You guys, even if you take the initiative to give advice, you can't even listen to me. It's really disappointing."
"Stop being so arrogant!"
Mu Yu was so humiliated that these hard-blooded soldiers could not bear it.
After roaring loudly, these soldiers rushed forward with all their strength and bombarded them like wild beasts that had lost their senses.
Mu Yu's figure was like a ghost, flashing among the soldiers. He easily dodged every attack from the soldiers.
Half a quarter of an hour later, all the soldiers were supporting their knees with their hands, their chests rising and falling, and they looked like they were panting.
But Mu Yu stood aside calmly. His white clothes were spotless, and it didn't look like he had been in a battle at all.
"It's really lame."
Mu Yu crossed his arms and walked in front of the soldiers and said: "As a soldier, you only know how to attack brutally, without any skills or flexibility. If I were Marshal Zhao, I would definitely fire you all. "
All the soldiers' faces were red and their hearts were full of humiliation, but they were unable to refute at all.
Their level was simply weak in front of Mu Yu. Mu Yu described it as "poor", which was enough to give them face.
"Forget it, I won't play with you anymore."
Mu Yu was too lazy to keep fussing with them and clapped his hands in the air.
Suddenly a strong wind blew up, and the powerful wind breathed out from the palm of his hand swept all the soldiers away.
Like huge sandbags, they flew more than ten feet and hit the ground hard, causing cracks in the floor.
Every soldier had a bloody head, broken sternum, and blood spurting out of his mouth. It was really miserable.
"You! Be bold!"
The middle-aged general was so angry that he drew out the sword hanging from his waist. The sword shone with a cold light and aimed for Mu Yu's life.
"You are no different from them." Mu Yu said calmly.
Looking at the powerful sword that was coming straight at him, Mu Yu didn't even bother to hide.
When the big knife fell, Mu Yu's hand finally moved. He stretched out two fingers and clamped the edge of the knife impartially.