final catastrophe

Chapter 298 121. Chase (Third)
Is the wind and snow cold?
cold.

Because the wind and snow imply the cold winter on the earth, everything will be covered, if there is no warmth of the spring dawn in the coming year, then everything will be frozen to death.

This is destruction.

Is the smile warm?
I don't know.

Just because the occasion is different, the smile is different.

"Have you ever seen someone who can laugh so freely in the face of death?" A guard couldn't help asking his companion.

"Why is he laughing?" Someone asked again.

The magic soldiers were not defeated by this blow, they repeated their old tricks, retracted their claws again, and once again flew out of the hive like "buzzing" bees all over the sky.

Then, these painted white blades mechanically and precisely formed a new arc along with the first-generation demon soldiers of Yunding Tiangong, cutting at the same time.

They will not be afraid.

Nor will I be afraid.

Just because they are puppets.

"Hold the shield and seal the road!" Obviously, there are discerning commanders among the guards. They can't stop this man, but they can do it.

It's just that he didn't understand why this man chose such a place as his place of escape.

Here is a small circular square.

Surrounded by cramped, crowded, and slightly dark houses.

As soon as you enter here, you will be trapped in the shallows of the dragon, unable to use it.

With an order, the giant shield was raised like a mountain, blocking the only two evacuation paths.

The Tiger Guards stood solemnly behind the crowd, scattered in all directions, and waited for the man to attack by force, then rushed to make up for it.

The spies of the dragon patrol team hid behind the shield and raised the rain crossbow.

With a brief aim, the trigger is pressed.

Even if the crossbow arrows were shot into the puppets, they would not affect them, so the spies unscrupulously poured out the arrows from the three thousand crossbow boxes.

Crab claws fly in the sky, swords shine in a half-moon arc, besieging the city on all sides, and crossbow arrows rain like rain.

But the black-clothed swordsman was in this dangerous place, dashing from left to right, gracefully, without giving people the slightest sense of embarrassment, "a trapped beast is still fighting", he is like the most handsome young man, dancing under the moon.

It gives people a strange sense of elegance, cruelty, tenderness and coldness.

The bright light in the sky suddenly swept away the short-term haze, and fell on him, and the surrounding swords began to scream.

The tiger guards found that they couldn't hold the knife anymore.

The guards found that the weapons around their waists began to tremble, and they did not listen to their commands.

But those white blades painted with "crab legs" and the crab claws flying in the sky are not affected in the slightest.

But what about this?

What can stop this world number one?

Even if he is weak, poisoned, and most of his strength is exhausted by the wheel battle, so what?

So what about the first-generation demon soldiers of Yunding Tiangong, the tiger guards of the emperor of Tianzhongzhou, the well-trained guard battalion, and the limited space?

I come when I want to come, leave when I want to go, and save people when I want to save people. What can you do to me?
Laughing loudly, Xia Ji jumped up into the air, leaping tens of meters in a blink of an eye, his feet hurrying up on the sword forest shield formation, just like a general ordering troops.

All the soldiers were silent and did not dare to speak out.

He is a peerless sword.

How can there be swordsmen in this world who dare to act presumptuously in front of him?

Behind him, the first generation of demon soldiers followed silently, like a shadow, like maggots attached to bones, followed closely behind, and the speed was not unpleasant.

And the crab claws turned around in the air, except for some that were destroyed by Xia Ji before, there were still about fifty or sixty crab claws that were still shrill and sharp, chasing the swordsman in black armor.

Xia Ji ran, and the magic soldiers chased him.

The speed on both sides was extremely fast, so fast that the guards couldn't even see their shadows, and so fast that the tiger guards could barely follow.

Then, he walked to the edge of the city.

The strange barbs are like pelvic spikes and hooks, meeting at a point in the sky.

Xia Ji slashed twice at random, but the spikes didn't show any traces, but rippled as a whole.

"It turned out to be a birdcage for closing the city created by fusing the Great Formation of Sealing Mountains and borrowing the power of the symbols of gods and demons left in the void." Xia Ji saw through the essence of the cage at a glance.

The painting on the body and blade of the first-generation magic soldier who fought with him before is also the same.

This is difficult.

If you break the cage with a knife.
No, it's not appropriate.

So Xia Ji stood in front of the birdcage, giving people the feeling of "the end of the hero".

But even if it is the end, it is not something that the first generation of magic soldiers can deal with.

Feeling the strong wind behind him, the muscles in his arms tightened, and he swung his knife and turned around.

At the end of late autumn, there were several layers of fallen leaves, and he stepped on them.

The knife was not too much, not too little, just right, and artistically headed the nearest magic soldier who charged.

The head fell, making a crisp metallic sound, and rolled twice on the ground.

It's just that the magic soldier puppet still didn't seem to have completely lost its strength, and it slashed twice again, but was blocked by Xia Ji at will, and then fell to the ground.

His cheetah-like muscles, with soft lines, do not make people feel strong and abrupt, but those muscles always perfectly control the arc moon long knife in his hand, and then start to deal with the magic soldiers falling from the sky.

Xia Ji's body moved sideways to avoid the white blade, and the long knife was lifted up, like a white light, rushing against the current.

The knife cut open the demon soldier's abdomen, exposing the dense gears rotating inside. The knife was not hindered, and went along the chest cavity, throat, and head again.

With a crash, like a waning moon about to fade away, a bewitching arc was drawn.

One more death!
Then, dragging the knife with one hand, he turned around and rushed into the battle formation of the remaining eleven puppets.

The spy with the rain crossbow is always the first to arrive.

And what followed was overwhelming torrential rain.

Xia was extremely helpless, so he had to take two steps back, and at the same time, the long knife in his right hand danced into a huge silver plate, watertight.

The arrows made of gold are extremely thin, extremely difficult to detect, and shoot extremely fast.

If a hundred rain crossbows fired at the same time, there would be nearly a thousand arrows flying in the air at the same time.

rustling.
Silently, soaked like rain.

The demon soldiers were not afraid of the arrow, so the remaining eleven puppets attacked again with their swords upright, in different directions and angles, but they were uniform.

This makes the opponent feel like he is not dueling eleven.

Instead, he fought a multi-armed monster.

But I saw that peerless swordsman wielding his long knife, and his arrows fell on the silver plate, making a "tick-tick" sound, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, extremely crisp.

But he suddenly leaned over, and the saber came out like lightning, taking advantage of the situation when it was turning, and beheaded two more demon soldiers in an instant, and then hurriedly put the long saber on top of his head and began to dance.

And his breathing became louder and heavier.

It seems that it really can't hold on anymore.

Manpower is sometimes exhausted.

The number one in the world is also human.

He also gets tired sometimes.

A quarter of an hour later.

The guards who came after him, Tiger Guard, watched the thrilling scene in front of them.

The demon soldiers were all wiped out, and the man in the black suit lowered his head, pointing the knife point obliquely at the ground, covering his chest with his left hand, gasping for breath, as if he would fall down at any moment.

(End of this chapter)