Long Zaitian's movement technique has no name in the martial arts. Of course, the long-distance travel is far less than that of the various schools of light work. The short-handedness of the movement technique changes, and the shot is like lightning, and there is no special advantage. Not to mention the three major sects of Shaolin Wudang Daluoshan, they are not even the level of the four major sects, they can only be said to be second- and third-rate martial arts.
Speaking of which, the only merit of this 'civet cat rolling' feat is that there is something strange about this movement. When cultivating from the inside out, you don’t practice your hands and feet, but you first practice your body-protecting qi.
The body-protecting qi and energy of others are the magical powers of self-protection from the inside out when the internal power of a person with profound internal skills has achieved great success. As for some people's body protection energy is stronger than fine iron, invulnerable to swords and guns, but some people can be injured by sticks, that is due to personal cultivation.
And there are some people who focus on practicing the magic of protecting the body and cultivate it deliberately. When exercising, you must concentrate on your mind. Unlike the former, the ability to protect the body is not as good as that of a person with great internal power. But no matter what, it is not out of the scope of defense.
But Long Zaitian's body-protecting energy is completely different. His body-protecting qi must be manifested when he is running, and it is condensed and not scattered, and it is connected with his inner aura.
And the moment he was attacked
Long Zaitian's body suddenly circled around the arrow, acting comically like a civet cat climbing a tree, but he actually avoided the fatal arrow.
Although the body protection energy in his body is not deep, it is extremely sensitive, and because it is connected with all limbs, once he feels an attack, he will immediately lead his master away.
This 'civet cat rolling' movement technique is a martial art that can ensure that he can automatically dodge when he is attacked while running. In other words, life-saving skills.
"Damn it!"
At the end of the bow and arrow, the quiver was already empty, and he had not been able to catch this big civet cat. When they came to the Central Plains, they couldn't bring more bows and arrows, and they would have bottomed out after a while. But after all, there are so many people and so many people, Long Zaitian alone can't match many of them.
"On the knife on the knife!"
"Hack this old civet cat!!"
"Chop into meat sauce!"
Long replayed the old tune in the sky, and fled while tumbling, and it actually played a role in the short battle, and no one was cut into meat sauce and made into meatballs. But no matter how wonderfully the civet cat rolls, there will always be a time when the inner strength will be exhausted, but the two hundred ghost warriors change hands one after another, taking turns to rest, but Long Zaitian is only one person after all.
The big civet cat can toss again, and after half an hour, it is too tired to move.
"Haha, haha..."
Panting in the weather, the dragon was surrounded by ghost warriors. Not to mention that he is exhausted at the moment, even if he has the strength, the civet cat can't avoid the swords coming from all directions.
His eyes began to turn white, and he simply lay down on his back, exhaling white air from his mouth, which was quickly blown away by the cold wind. He was already unable to exert any strength, and let fatigue knock himself down, and he didn't even want to move an inch.
The ghost warriors were ecstatic when they saw that the civet cat didn't move. After playing for a long time, I was also a little tired. The steel knives were dimly lit, slowly moving towards the center, for fear that he would change. Thinking of finally killing this guy, his palms sweat slightly.
"I'm exhausted, let this guy waste a lot of time."
"I can't spare him, I have to cut at least three times."
"Let Lao Tzu cut this knife."
A ghost warrior stepped forward with a knife and grinned.
"I'll let you know now that you've messed with the wrong person. We are a bunch of ghosts, and we're not the ones you should mess with."
Long Zaitian, who had been breathing heavily, moved his ears slightly, but there was no other reaction.
After the soldier said that, he slashed at Long Zaitian with a sharp knife, and then the whole person vomited blood and flew into the sky. This moment seemed to be static, and no one could have imagined that he would still be stubbornly resisting now.
The tanuki's lazy voice came.
"That's a little confusing."
Long Zaitian punched towards the sky, but he was still exhausted. Obviously, the punch just now exhausted his final strength. Not enough to be afraid of.
His complexion was very poor, and he was weak and pale, which was obviously a phenomenon after intense physical exhaustion. However, despite this, he could find tiredness, relaxation and even a hint of trance on his face.
But there is no fear.
As a dying person, this is too abnormal.
Long Zaitian's eyes were dull, he looked at the ground, and said slowly.
"Just based on your group of thieves, can you be called someone I dare not mess with?"
He spoke slowly, as if he would fall down at any time, but it gave the feeling that he could not be knocked down no matter what.
"Have you been mistaken. Have you seen, soldier, been afraid of a thief?"
"Why are you talking nonsense with him? Kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
As if they couldn't stand his tone, or the soldiers' intuition made them feel that it was not good to go on like this, and everyone raised their swords. However, their actions were not like they were going to snipe their prey, but a group of people who had to raise their knives to defend themselves after being targeted by beasts.
The corner of Long Zaitian's mouth curved an arc, and said in a low voice, "Kill it."
There were mountains all over the place, and by the green forest and lake, suddenly there was a huge sound that sounded like a sound, and it seemed like a huge sound made up of thousands of sounds.
"As ordered."
What sounded next was the sound of a sharp object being inserted into the flesh and blood.
The blood flowers exploded in large numbers, forming a blood mist visible to the naked eye. The sound of the sharp weapon being inserted between the flesh and blood and the screams are still ringing, no one knows what happened, as if they don't know what cut themselves in two. This scalp-tingling sound continued and was surprisingly long. Even if he looked out into a sea of blood, and even no one was standing, the screams and cuts of flesh still didn't stop. It is suspected that the sound is also a means of torturing the enemy.
"You're the one who really messed with the wrong people."
The blood mist gradually dissipated.
It revealed Long Zaitian standing in the center, and a ghost warrior with several knives in his body who had not yet died—as well as a group of tiger wolves that surrounded them in the center, wearing black leather armor, at least three thousand in number. Cheese.
In comparison, the ghost warriors of 200 people are not even a sideshow.
They wore knives around their waists, and they were covered in blood. The unicorn armor on their shoulders was even more hideous after being washed with blood.
They are quiet, low-key, and slaughter, as if they are one with the mountains and forests.
They don't know when they're here, they don't know how to get there, and they don't even know now if they're actually here.
Only the extremely vicious unicorn on the shoulders can show that the unicorn guards who traverse the world are really here.
Chapter 114: A Life of Confidence
If it is said that the ghost warriors are as vicious as locusts, they are the unicorn beasts of the heaven and the earth. Although there is no such thing in the world, it is rare to see it in the sky. Only by being summoned can it show its fangs.
"My 3,000 unicorn guards are hidden everywhere in the landscape and land. I came here all the way from the capital with me. Provoking? Who do you think is provoking whom? Do you know who you gang of robbers are provoking?"
"This is the sword, shield, claws, and teeth that this country relies on to suppress the Quartet... We will go wherever God wants us to go. Whoever God wants us to kill will surely die."
The only remaining ghost warrior seemed to be their squad leader. He couldn't even speak, his knees went weak and he fell to his knees.
"You really should kneel."
"Kneeling to see my court - the heavy weapon of the country."