Ling Xu's reckless madness, and He's ethereal and ethereal, are not as shocking as Jing Hao's to Sun Jie.
Jing Hao looks more ordinary, but at this moment, Jing Hao involuntarily attracts everyone's attention. He was dressed in plain clothes, floating quietly in the air, holding the black sword casually in his hand, and every movement was free and easy, without any killing intent.
But Sun Jie's expression changed.
swordsman!
This is a real swordsman!
Swordsman is an ancient profession, so old that they can no longer keep up with the times. They don't care about victory, they only care about the sword in their hands, and only care about the understanding of the sword and what level it has reached. They eat the wind and drink the dew, alone, chasing the illusory ideals, they can no longer keep up with this era.
This is an era of teamwork and an era of corps dominance.
When individual power is exhausted, collective wisdom can truly change the world. They are out of tune with this era, they exude a stale smell, they stubbornly hold those outdated things, and refuse to let go.
However, Sun Jie, who had seen real swordsmen before, understood the danger of these guys better than ordinary people. Maybe you can easily kill them with two hundred people, but if you are not prepared, they are like a hard awl, piercing your defense line, and the rusty sword tip has reached your throat.
The man in front of him exuded the smell of a swordsman.
At this moment, the man swung a sword.
It's impossible to describe the magnificence of that sword, it obviously didn't have much brilliance, however, Sun Jie's field of vision was divided into two by a straight sword light without any arc.
The entire squadron was also divided into two by this sword.
Deathly silence.
Two seconds later, the ten soldiers in the middle of the line had a very thin bloodstain on their foreheads between their eyebrows, and the bloodstains slowly spread and blurred.
Ten soldiers lost control and fell from the sky.
The blood-stained black sword in his hand showed a strange dark red, like a red-hot iron, and the flesh in Jing Hao's palm was burning, but Jing Hao's expression was as usual, and he didn't notice it.
No matter how cruel and violent you are, you are just a sword in my hand.
I am devout and focused on the sword, but I will not get lost in the sword.
What I pursue is not power, but the sword in my heart.
Jing Haohun didn't care, and raised the holy blood drink in his hand again.
Ten soldiers died in a blink of an eye, the second squadron leader was terrified, Jing Hao's awe-inspiring expression above his head made him angry at the first moment: "Yan Hu!"
For the remaining forty people, the radiance of their bodies merged into one. Hundreds of swallows, large and small, flew out of the team, and they flew around the team, airtight.
Sun Jie, with a livid face, finally calmed down a little. The second squadron leader's reaction was not too slow, which meant that he hadn't messed up. [Swallow Guard] is their special defensive tactic, which can often give them a chance to breathe when the situation is extremely unfavorable. If you look closely, you will find that each light swallow has a transparent light shield on its body.
Hundreds of light swallows flew, forming an extremely thick defensive cover. [Swallow Guard]Different from head-to-head protection with general protective shields, these light swallows are flexible and changeable, with great defensive flexibility. Light swallows will automatically choose to gather in the most dangerous places.
Flexible, smart, and flexible defense is the strongest point of [Yan Hu].
Unfortunately, it's a bit slow.
A complete squadron of [Yan Hu] is hard to break. The lack of ten people still has an impact on its performance, at least 25% of the damage.
Sun Jie calculated quickly in his mind, but he didn't have too many worries. Even the [Yan Hu] with a completion rate of only 75% cannot be crushed by personal strength.
The straight sword light appeared in the air again, it did not disappear in a flash, but remained in the air like a scratch on the glass.
These swordsmen always have something weird.
The law of sword intent, although this sword is not very strong, but it contains the law of sword intent, it is worthy of being a swordsman.
Sun Jie admired secretly in his heart, but he was somewhat looking forward to what the result of this sword cut in [Yan Hu] would be. I thought this trip to Shangzhou would be boring, but I didn't expect to meet some good guys.
He was already thinking about the origin of this group of people and whether he could recruit them to enrich his vanguard camp. Although Sun Jie advocates overall control, this does not mean that he will ignore the role of the Vanguard Battalion. Whether it's partial tearing, dog-tooth chaos, and the most common sneak attack, these rebellious desperadoes are good at it.
For example, this swordsman is used as an arrow, and with two squadrons beside him, his breakthrough ability is absolutely sharp.
But, let's have a look first...
etc!
Sun Jie's pupils dilated suddenly, his expression was like seeing a ghost.
The nimble Guangyan seemed unaware of the approaching danger, Jian Guang descended from the sky, straight as a ruler, like cutting tofu. The group of swallows was divided into two, and the seven soldiers had no time to dodge, watching the sword light pass by their bodies.
The blood burst out.
The astonishment on their faces has not subsided, and the energy in their bodies has been out of control.
boom!
The flames of the energy explosion enveloped the entire squadron.
No one thought that Yan Hu couldn't stop the sword. There were tumbling flames all around, and there was a roar in his ears. The soldiers were stunned, and they instinctively rushed out of the explosion.
Under such circumstances, they can still maintain a rough formation, which shows that they are well-trained.
But it is not the first time that Crane and Jing Hao have encountered the Sanctuary Corps. During the sparring with Shi Sen, they also explored some characteristics of the corps' tactics. The most important thing is the formation.
Shi Sen also told them that for any corps, the formation is the basis of most tactics, otherwise, even the energy cannot be synchronized.
Chance!
The soldiers who had just rushed out of the fire group felt a blur in front of their eyes, and a ghostly figure broke into their field of vision.
The sudden appearance of the crane made the soldiers panic, and they could only resist instinctively.
A strange sluggishness suddenly appeared on the face of the soldier at the front. He froze in place, and he broke free from this state almost instantly. The blood foam turned into a cloud of blood mist in his vision.
The ghostly black figure had disappeared.
His body was falling rapidly, and his consciousness began to lose consciousness. Why couldn't he see that sword...
Puff puff.
In the blink of an eye, several more people fell, and everyone without exception was hit in the vitals.
The generals and soldiers who witnessed this scene all turned pale. The throats of these dead soldiers suddenly burst as if they were brushed by the tip of an invisible sword.
Sun Jie couldn't hold back any longer, and exclaimed in surprise: "The invisible sword wave!"
Hearing these four words, Sun Zheng's face turned pale.
Sun Jie stared at the ghostly black figure flickering in the air, that's right, it was the invisible sword wave! Every time the black figure changes position, there will be an invisible and colorless ripple.
The entire squadron has long been shrouded in circles of seemingly chaotic invisible ripples. The seemingly graceful and ethereal sword dance, with hidden murderous intentions, seems to only disturb people's minds, quietly superimposed, like waves of tides converging into raging waves, forming invisible sword waves.
The power of these sword waves is not great, and they even exist for only a few seconds. After a few seconds, they dissipate in those seemingly chaotic invisible ripples.
A few seconds is enough.
Sun Jie felt a little cold in his heart.
Those rippling ripples themselves have the effect of disturbing the mind and mind, and these sword waves that come and go without a trace are impossible to guard against.
No one finds the ethereal and graceful sword dance pleasing to the eye, but only frightening, sincerely frightening.
Like a god of death in a black robe, he dances lightly, and every time he dances, he will harvest a life. You don't know when it's your turn, you don't know where Jianbo will appear from and where he will attack you, when you know, you are already dead.
There is nothing more frightening than death that is unknown and yet so close.
Jing Hao's two sword lights full of the law of sword intent did not collapse the squadron, and the sudden explosion of his companions did not collapse the squadron either.
However, Crane's silent harvest made this brave squadron show signs of collapse.
In a blink of an eye, there were less than 20 people left. The squadron leader was so sad that he didn't care about other things, and shouted loudly: "Withdraw! Withdraw to the formation!"
He knew that even if he returned alive, he would be punished by the adults. But in such a short period of time, there were only this few people left in the Second Squadron, and he was so heartbroken that even if the adults punished him, he couldn't care less.
All the soldiers fled in a hurry as if they were pardoned.
Crane and Jinghao realized at the same time that this was an excellent opportunity, and both of them rushed out together.
Jing Hao shook the holy blood drink, and seven straight sword glows suddenly bloomed from the sword body, like seven extremely thin beams of light, sinking into the back of the seven soldiers' heads.
The crane's footsteps are wrong, stepping on seven stars, the sword is like a dragon, passing in the air, the changes are dazzling, but it is like flowing clouds and flowing water. Puff puff puff, six soldiers shot blood from their throats at the same time.
In a blink of an eye, there were only four soldiers left including the squadron leader.
massacre!
It was a real massacre, a one-sided massacre. From the beginning to the end, the Second Squadron did not have any threatening attacks, and they were at the beginning of being suppressed.
The opponent's attack methods emerge in endlessly, making it impossible to guard against.
In just a few rounds, there were only four members left in the elite Second Squadron, and they were almost slaughtered. This also showed the difference in strength between the two sides.
"It's amazing!" Tang Tian stared straight at the eyes, and he was fascinated by the performance of Jing Hao and He.
It turns out that everyone is moving forward!
It turned out that everyone never gave up!
That's great!
Tang Tian only felt his blood boil, and his fighting spirit was completely aroused by the astonishing performance of the few people. He had long forgotten that he should rush over at this time and arrive at Baoguang earlier. Now he only has one thought in his mind, fight! Fight hard!
His eyes swept over those enemies, and soon, he locked on the most conspicuous one among the crowd.
That's right, it's him!
Tang Tian's eyes were shining, and this guy was the leader of this group of people at first sight.
He put his hands around his mouth, pulled his throat, and shouted with all his might.
"Hey, bitch in white, come out and fight!"
The audience suddenly fell silent, and the air seemed to freeze.