Ryan's Sword

Chapter 163 Chapter 160
Less than [-] meters away from the vertical cliff ahead, the already thin insects and birds in the forest suddenly fell silent, and even the flow of air seemed to freeze in an instant.

The sudden silence at this moment pierced the back of Ian's head like a steel needle, reminding him of the imminent danger.

"It's finally here." The speeding figure stopped suddenly after crossing a clump of bushes. Ian tilted his ears slightly, and suddenly heard a series of rustling sounds approaching him, "It's like when a fleshy palm is stepping on the ground." The sound, wild beast? Probably not, driving a white-ranked creature to attack an iron-ranked warrior would be too cheap! So, at least it’s a group of monsters..."

Thoughts were spinning in his mind, and Ian calmed down his aura within one or two breaths after a sudden stop. At the same time, a vigorous fighting spirit extended along his left hand holding the sword all the way to the steel blade.

The sudden burst of fighting spirit instantly aroused fierce reactions from the lurkers. Just as the sword light in Ian's hand was blazing, a low-pitched and bloodthirsty roar came from almost every direction around him, followed by black and white roars. Mo's tall animal shadow flew out at the same time with full tacit understanding, pointing directly at Ian in the center!

"It turned out to be a wolf."

There was a terrible storm all around, and Ian's eyes stayed on the assailant who was about the size of a calf for a moment, and then he turned his attention to his hands as if he hadn't noticed.

The besieging enemies still need at most one or two breaths to erase the distance of less than ten meters between the two sides, while Ian put his right hand on the battlefield just before the fangs and claws were about to approach him. On the long sword filled with air, and from the guard all the way up, completed a wiping action similar to maintaining the blade.

Then, he jumped forward.

"...Aww!"

In the forest, a jet-black stream of flames descended from the sky.Immediately, the scarlet-eyed devil wolf in front of Ian seemed to be strangled by someone's neck, and the roar that was about to choose someone to eat instantly turned into a miserable whine.Not only that, the wailing stopped abruptly almost at the same time as it sounded, and in a blink of an eye there was only the panting of blood spouting from the air leaking trachea and the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Back to the previous moment, Ian turned to hold the sword in both hands at the moment when he jumped up suddenly. The long sword he held high above his head was burning with black flames, and he moved towards the Slash down in front!

This sword does not belong to the use of any combat skills at all, it is just a powerful blow and heavy jumping done by relying on the physical fitness of the iron rank fighters far beyond ordinary people.Deep in the siege, Ian's leaping figure avoided the bloody wolf mouths attacking from all around with a small displacement, and took advantage of the opportunity to aim at the wolf in front of him and slash head-on.

There was no sound of flesh and blood tearing or bones breaking, the long sword burning with pitch-black flames accurately slashed on the thick neck of the warg, and cut in silently as if it had not encountered any obstacles!Feeling the smooth feeling of the sword's edge returning to his fingertips, Ian almost subconsciously turned his wrist lightly, making the sword pointing directly at the chest almost complete a fatal beheading in a slight twist.

When one person and one wolf staggered past, the burly demon wolf fell to the ground with its wolf head that was almost detached from its body.

One-shot kill.

Using the fire element as the enchanted state of a weapon is the simplest way he can think of when danger is approaching. Judging from the performance of this sword, the effect is surprisingly good.

It's no wonder that ordinary things cannot resist attacks at the element level, such a simple truth is almost known to everyone.

Even before performing the temporary "enchantment", Ian deliberately wrapped the long sword with his fighting spirit.Otherwise, with the erosive ability of the shadow element, the steel sword body without any special materials may become the nutrient of the shadow flame in the first place.

The flame formed by the shadow element does not rely on high temperature or burning to win. Its attack is more like a silent erosion. The part of the warg that was struck by the long sword seemed to be assimilated by the shadow flame. The moment it touched, the most basic material form was destroyed, and then it merged into the pitch-black flames and followed the blade of the sword.

During this process, Ian clearly felt that the shadow elements attached to the fighting spirit were suddenly reduced, and instantly got a lot of supplements. Between the ebb and flow, less than one-sixth of the total shadows were consumed. element.

In other words, he still has about five chances to swing this kind of attack that almost ignores defense.

The fallen wolf carcass instantly built a wall of flesh close to two meters on the ground, and the rest of the wolves were blocked by it for a moment, and then they woke up from the shock of their companion's death, or circled around, or leaped away. Get up, and rush towards Ian in front again.

As a designated mount of a cavalry unit, although the size of a warg is not as large as that of an adult war horse, it is not much smaller.At this time, a total of six giant wolves nearly one person tall flew towards Ian side by side. Their shiny black fur and dagger-sharp fangs and claws almost turned into afterimages in the air. Stones standing in front of them will also be crushed and torn into pieces!
Faced with such an offensive, Ian did not rely on the "artifact" in his hand to fight against the wolves.He knew that even if he could kill one or even a few wargs in an instant, the remaining ones would tear off the light armor on his body in an instant, making him pay almost the same price.

The fangs and sharp claws came down almost at the same time, and Ian saw the only gap left by the wolf's ferocious pounce, and in an instant he got short and slipped through the gap under them.Taking advantage of the situation, he raised the black fire long sword to cut off a wolf's leg like a hot knife cutting butter, and peeled a surgically straight wound on its abdomen.

Warcraft's fur, which is comparable to the defense of finished armor, has no self-esteem under the black fire sword in Ian's hand. The wounded wolf followed the former companion to the lost forefoot when the abdominal organs slipped out. The direction is falling down, and it is almost a delusion to try to get up again.

"The third head."

When the wolves of Ian turned around, they moved to their side, and the movement of the wolf on the edge was as if it was sent to the door. Its scarlet pupils seemed to see something terrifying. Things suddenly shrunk for a round, and then, the pitch-black long sword slashed head-on, sinking into the wolf's head.

The ferocious wolf group lost three members in an instant, and the rapid death of their companions made their few brain cells unable to help brewing panic and even fear.

However, the animal nature engraved in their bones made the blood in their pupils thicken again, and once again roared and bit the devilish enemy in front of them.Taking a step back, and then swiping his sword, Ian's response was calm as if he was chopping a grass man on the training ground, but the two giant wolves that charged the most ferociously fell under his sword without any suspense.

On the edge of the sword, the pitch-black flame seemed to be much thinner, but it was still burning silently and persistently as before.

(End of this chapter)