Lan Ruochan

Chapter 138
Brahmans also want to enter the battle like the king of heaven,

But the gnat flashes repeatedly, just like a gnat shaking a tree, how easy is it?

Brahman's swordsmanship comes from the chaotic cloak outside the pass, known for its quickness, elusive,
He also improved his weapons and optimized his routines, and only then did he have the method of Wuxiangjie.

Although it is miraculously effective for surprise assassination, but in front of the heavily armored battle, his tricks are no different, useless, and only increase laughter.

If these well-trained elite soldiers only talk about their martial arts attainments, how far is it from everyone in front of you?
But with the help of armor and shields, the support of the double-armed swords, Wang Shennian's dispatch and the soldiers' resolute execution, each of them is a strong wall that can stand alone.

There is no good way for a Brahmin to return without success, just as there is no good way to become a demon slave.

The needle hidden in the cotton of his reverse palm method cannot penetrate into the rattan armor at all.

And those ghost-faced men's moves are simple and brutal, completely relying on the characteristics of the weapons of Shuang Xiao,
Of course he can predict the enemy's attack first, but he suffers from the brainless slashing that has no way to block the opponent's retreat, and cannot use the strengths of the way of cutting the sword.

The forward momentum of the assassin team was instantly blocked,
As soon as its momentum weakened and it fell into a stalemate, it was the well-trained director of Wei Jun.

Another thunderbolt strikes down, and the thunder destroys those who show up, and they go up to kill them.

The kite that caused the thunder has been shot down, and the ancient pagoda on the barren mountain is in danger.

"It seems that the tower won't last long, which doesn't seem like a good sign."

The Dragon King was born in a Taoist school, and he always spoke with a bit of nagging.

Just as the burly man was about to reprimand him, he heard a muffled sound above his head, and a tingling and exhilarating stimulation surged from the soles of his feet, making his hair stand up.

The plaster slipped off in a flutter, and another layer of grandma's gray was dyed on the fluffy cotton candy hairstyle.

The rustling and rattling sounds can be heard endlessly. The leaning tower, which has been in disrepair for a long time, may really not be able to hold on.

All five of them reacted in an instant. Although they hadn't agreed in advance, why should such outstanding people like them dispatch?

In a short time, they each picked a direction, swept down the stone tower, and scattered into the forest.

The stone pagoda crashed down, and the broken pagoda tumbled down the cliff, and rushed into the turbulent water along with the mud flow and sand.

In the midst of the collapse, the five people who fled in all directions felt a chill in front of their eyes at the same time, as if they were thrown into a big net at the same time.
A web woven with sword energy.

King Jin Na finally realized how ridiculous his judgment was just now.

Sure enough, with the strength of the five people in front of him, none of them may be the opponent of the forest man.

unless,

Unless King Shura is also here, maybe there is still a chance to fight.

Asura is originally the representative of the strongest combat power in the tradition of the Eight Dragons.

He is the ultimate weapon that Tianzun has cultivated secretly over the years,
He is no longer a person, but a weapon, a weapon used to kill people.

No matter how high a person's martial arts are, he is still a human being.

Human beings have emotions and weaknesses.

And a weapon has no weakness, it is naturally ruthless, worry-free and fearless, so it is invincible!
"Aji, it's your turn."

The middle-aged nun sighed, not knowing whether she was frustrated by the situation in front of her or regretted the tragedy that would happen next.

The young man beside her had a dull expression, as if his intelligence was a little behind his peers.

When he heard the nun's order, he was stunned for a moment, as if he had finally understood the meaning of the middle-aged nun, and he took off the long sword behind his back dully.

The scabbard is black, although it is old, it is still well preserved,
The apricot-yellow fringe of the sword has faded, but the quaint tsuba is still shining.

The sword does not look like a sharp blade made by a famous teacher, nor is it a well-known ancient sword or murder weapon.

But the stubbornness on the young man's face exudes a disturbing and dangerous atmosphere.

sword, unsheathed,

Young man, start.

His movements have been very slow, making people feel a little silly,

But this shot is thirteen swords, without any pause, thirteen swords like a storm!
"It's him!"

King Wei, King Ren Cheng, Wang Shennian, Kang Sang, and Qing Yun, almost couldn't help crying out when they saw the young man make a move.

The super master who made Cui Zuqiu unable to fight back with thirteen sword strikes in a row turned out to be this dull boy in front of him!
The boy's sword was not only fast, but also precise.

Although the vines of the rattan armor are densely woven and intertwined, they are still organized and have gaps.

When the sword is sharp, it can be used to criticize the big ones, and guide the big ones, so that it can enter the room with no thickness, so it can move with ease among the intertwined rattans.

But the blade of a sword is still rigid, it can't penetrate through the gap between two layers of armor,
Although the sword's edge stopped, the sword energy still had enough power, and the killing intent still didn't stop.

That kind of killing intent is like a dragon walking in the shape of a snake, continuing to travel between the veins of the rattan armor, breaking through the heavy armor, entering the texture, and directly invading the viscera.

Thirteen swords in a row, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, gallbladder, intestines, stomach, bladder, and throat were all destroyed by the sword's edge.

(The kidneys and lungs are divided into left and right, and the intestines have different sizes, so they are the thirteen viscera)
The ghost face of Zhongjian bent his knees and knelt down on the ground with a thud,
After kneeling like this for a while, he finally lost his balance again, and fell forward again, splashing into the stagnant water, splashing half a foot of pink.

The so-called sword energy is qualitative but intangible, and it is completely a legendary existence.

Modern physicists will certainly not believe such nonsense, but psychologists have different views.

It is said that if a person is blindfolded, just slide the back of the knife gently on his wrist, and let him feel the flow of liquid on his wrist. Although he did not cut his blood vessels directly, as long as he keeps giving him blood, he will flow If there is no dry hint, then this person will die soon, and the death pattern is exactly the same as blood loss.

Sword Qi and killing intent are such existences, which bring the aura of sword moves to the extreme and produce crushing inner hints.

The boy himself was like a sword, cold, merciless, exuding the breath of death.

When the boy's sword was easily and accurately pierced into the rattan armor like a poisonous snake, with that resolute expression and firm wrist, no one would question whether the sword really pierced into the ghost-faced man's body.

Not even the ghost-masked man who was hit by the sword himself.

So he fell down.

Once the first person starts to fall, then this killing intent is no longer a psychological suggestion, but a true fact!
No.2 and No.3 ghost-faced men also began to fall!

The martial arts of those dead fighters are not as good as these martial arts masters in front of them, and because of their heavy armor, their movements are not as flexible as ordinary people.

What they rely on is nothing more than the cheat of immortality, the sharpness of short and fast.

Once their reliance is no longer enough to rely on, they will collapse in an instant.

"Suppress the boy and quickly shrink the formation."

Wang Shennian issued an order, and he followed suit.

Although he is also heavily armored, but his body is vigorous, without any feeling of sluggishness.

The difference between Wang Shennian and ordinary dark slayers is like the difference between two-dimensional Gundam and mechs, and the boss of an online game dungeon is different from passers-by.

The part that cheating is beneficial to him has been integrated with his ability and has become his ability;
The part that cheating is not good for him, he has overcome it through hard training, and he is used to it.

When others put on this layer of armor, it is like carrying a cumbersome tortoise shell, and they can only rely on collective combat to make up for the lack of mobility.

And he put on this layer of armor, but he seemed to be born with basalt,

Like a tiger with wings added, like a python probing its claws!
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I recommend "I Am an Emotional Killer", the new book by Zhongqiu Yueming.

I, like a pigeon killer;
I have no feelings;

Also, what a money.

I am Yi Haizhou, whose surname Yi has disappeared;

The man who is half proficient in the four great inventions;

I didn't want to talk to you and threw a BENG at you...

(End of this chapter)