I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

As he sheathed his blade, it pierced through the body of the person behind him.

—13, 14, 15…!

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew towards Qingdeng's face!

Qing Deng instinctively raised his knife to parry.

Sparks flew.

By the light of the fleeting spark and the dim glow of the flickering candlelight, Qingdeng saw who was coming—it was the one-armed swordsman who was skilled in drawing his sword!

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Chapter 283 Facing Off at the Central Gate! Flowing Light Sword Drawing Technique vs. One-Armed Sword Drawing Technique! [6400]

Qing Deng shook his arms, parrying the one-armed samurai's sword, and then delivered a kasaya slash to the one-armed samurai in front of him.

Qing Deng's strike was incredibly powerful.

He didn't just use his arm strength, but also used the strength of his legs and waist.

No matter how well a one-armed warrior wields his sword, he cannot make up for the fatal flaw of having only one arm and being inherently deficient in terms of "strength".

Using his disabled body against a fully healthy body with a string of talents like "Tiger's Arm" and "Bear's Waist +1" to fight with Qing Deng... is clearly not a wise choice.

The one-armed warrior didn't overestimate himself; he leaned back and dodged backward.

Because of his timely dodge, the white rainbow drawn by the spirit of the fixed ghost only severed his empty left sleeve.

The sleeves, as light as feathers, swayed left and right before gently drifting to the ground.

When the one-armed warrior's movements were heard again, the sound came from the shadows of a corner of the wall not far away.

Qingdeng adjusted his breathing rhythm while looking around at himself.

The tatami mats, covered with all sorts of corpses, were almost completely devoid of footholds.

The blood flowing incessantly from the corpses not only stained the tatami mats beyond recognition but also made them extremely slippery, threatening to cause one to slip and fall with the slightest carelessness.

Qingdeng's moves are extremely ruthless; once he strikes, he takes a life—Yunliu's "indoor combat techniques" played a crucial role in achieving such results.

After more than two months of rigorous training at the Moon Palace Shrine, Qing Deng became increasingly adept at taking lives in narrow spaces such as rooms and corridors.

At the same time, they also mastered techniques such as "extinguishing the light source to deprive the enemy of their vision" and "how to find the right opportunity to kick and shatter the opponent's reproductive organs when fighting with a knife".

Anyone who gets hit by Qingdeng's attack will definitely die—Qingdeng's brutal fighting style means that there are no wounded at the scene of the battle; there are only two kinds of people: the living and the dead.

After a fierce battle, only a handful of people remained who were still able to fight Qingdeng with weapons—only 7 people were left.

—What's wrong with that guy...?

Qing Deng glanced at the long-faced young man standing at the base of the wall behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Early in the battle, Qing Deng noticed that this person's behavior was very strange—he neither rushed over to fight him nor ran away.

He stood there with his sword drawn, watching the entire battle between the one-armed warrior and the others without moving or saying a word.

Although he was puzzled by the long-faced youth's strange behavior, Qing Deng had no time to think about these miscellaneous questions at the moment.

Splash splash splash splash...

The sound of hurried footsteps—the other six people besides the long-faced youth moved their feet and changed positions. They surrounded Qingdeng from six different directions, three of them holding "shields" they had picked up from beside their companion's corpse.

The group of people, led by the one-armed warrior, who had not yet died under Qing Deng's sword, now displayed an extremely strong fighting spirit.

They all wore expressions of tragic heroism, as if they were witnessing the lines, "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return," and adopted a posture of "shared hatred against the enemy, fighting to the death without retreat."

A large group of people were slaughtered by Qing Deng, leaving only single digits... If it were an organization or team with normal discipline, their morale would probably have collapsed long ago after suffering such casualties.

The reason why the one-armed samurai and his companions could maintain such high morale after suffering such horrific casualties was twofold. On the one hand, their greatest enemy, who had caused the destruction of their Extermination Group, was right before their eyes, fueling their burning desire for revenge. On the other hand, they had nowhere left to retreat.

As the saying goes, "A desperate army is bound to win," and "Even a rabbit will bite when cornered."

Outside the house were thieves and soldiers who had completely surrounded the place, so there was no way to escape even if they wanted to.

Since there's no way to escape, let's go all out! Let's fight to the death against our enemy!

The six people surrounding Qingdeng moved forward inch by inch, gradually tightening their encirclement.

Qing Deng lowered his center of gravity, his waist sinking. His eyes were fixed on the enemies closing in from all directions.

This brief standoff, a "1 vs 6" battle where the tension was so intense that it made you forget to breathe, was broken in an instant.

*Splat!*

Qing Deng heard the sound of blood being kicked on the tatami mat behind him.

He quickly turned his head to the side, glancing behind him out of the corner of his eye—a short, ugly man with an extremely unsightly shaved head, carrying a "shield" made of tatami mats in one hand and a sword in the other, charging towards Qing Deng with a "whoosh." In the dim candlelight, the white blade gleamed coldly.

At the same time, the enemies from other directions also moved! They cooperated with the ugly guy to launch a pincer attack on Qingdeng!

In the blink of an eye, just as the swords and "shields" in the hands of the one-armed warrior and the others were about to strike Qingdeng and block him, Qingdeng rolled forward and passed through the gap between the two men.

Ignoring the filthy bloodstains on the tatami mat, Qing Deng rolled to safety, picking up the left sleeve of the "one-armed samurai" that he had just severed.

"Wow!"

The person closest to Qingdeng turned around, leaped into the air, and held the "shield" tightly in front of him while swinging the knife in his hand, the blade whistling as it headed straight for Qingdeng's head.

Qingdeng had been waiting for this moment.

He suddenly raised his left hand and threw the torn sleeve he had just picked up at the enemy's face like a net.

This man, despite his meticulous planning, could never have imagined that Qing Deng would resort to such a despicable and shameless tactic against him.

Caught off guard by Qing Deng's "blindfolding" move, he was struck squarely in the face by the cut sleeve.

In an instant, Qing Deng's figure disappeared from sight, leaving only a broken sleeve that was close at hand in every sense of the word.

"Waaah!"

He instinctively let out a scream.

At this moment, the one-armed warrior shouted a warning at him: "Anzhai! Retreat!"

The one-armed warrior's warning was completely unnecessary—even if no one had reminded him, he knew that he was in great danger due to his temporary blindness!

As he retreated rapidly, he held the "shield" in his left hand tightly in front of him, discarded his sword, and used his right hand to tear off the torn sleeve hanging on his face.

The warm, dim candlelight shone back into his pupils—and along with it, a silvery light shot straight toward his neck, illuminating his eyes...

The moment Qing Deng threw out the broken sleeve, he had already begun preparing to counterattack.

He stepped forward and swung his knife straight at the man's neck.

Pfft!

Qing Deng was once again covered in blood—the blood of his enemies.

--16 pcs……!

The enemy's attacks came one after another, giving him no chance to catch his breath. In the blink of an eye, three people rushed at Qingdeng from the front, two of them also holding "shields".

The three men wielded three swords, all coming from the same direction... slashing down from above!

Seeing this, Qing Deng twisted his body slightly to the right, then fearlessly took half a step forward with his left foot, and then raised the Ding Gui Shen horizontally above his head to a horizontal line, while gently supporting the blade with his left hand.

clang--!

Three swords slashed down with the force of "splitting Mount Hua".

The spirit that is held horizontally above the head can pacify ghosts and gods.

The two sides clashed in mid-air!

The sound of the collision was so loud that everyone present experienced ringing in their ears.

Qingdeng simultaneously received three slashes—all by himself and his sword!

The three men who were exchanging blows with Qing Deng all looked extremely astonished.

To single-handedly withstand three swords unleashed at full power by three swordsmen... For ordinary people and swordsmen of average skill, such a thing is not even something they dare to think about, let alone do!

No matter how hard they gritted their teeth, no matter how much effort they exerted, even if they used every ounce of strength they had, they couldn't budge the sword in Qing Deng's hand or his body in the slightest!

They felt as if they weren't fighting Qingdeng with swords... but rather trying to cut an indestructible rock!

Qing Deng, separated by the four swords stacked together, observed the astonished expressions on the faces of his enemies and thought to himself:

—The power unleashed by the interaction of these 5 talents, "Bear's Waist +1", "Tiger's Arm", "Leading the Way", "Lone Courage", and "Gathering Spirit", is indeed astonishing!

If it were him a few months ago, Qingdeng would definitely not have dared to take such a risky step.

But things are different now.

With the addition of new talents and the evolution of old talents, Qingdeng's weakness in "strength" has long been corrected.

Ordinary humans can hardly defeat Qingdeng in terms of "strength".

At this moment, two dark figures approached Qingdeng from the left and right—it was the one-armed warrior and that short and ugly bastard.

Qing Deng glanced quickly at the enemies rapidly approaching from the left and right, and in that critical moment, he suddenly shouted:

"Drink up!"

Use your legs, waist, and arms all at the same time!

Like a lava eruption, the immense force that suddenly burst forth from Qing Deng's body forcefully pushed away the three swords that were locked in combat with Ding Guishen! It also forced back all three swordsmen who were wielding the three swords!

In the next instant, Qing Deng took a step to the left and slashed down at the one-armed warrior on his left.

Overwhelmed by the swift and powerful blade, the one-armed warrior had no choice but to retreat.

After forcing back the one-armed warrior, Qing Deng turned to deal with the ugly guy.

When the ugly man saw Qing Deng rushing towards him, he was somewhat alarmed, but this panic only lasted for a moment.

He suddenly lowered his body, raised his sword with the strength of a xia section, and lunged straight at Qing Deng's chest, sword and all.