Chapter 159 159: Action (Seventeen) [Seeking a monthly ticket]
Looking at the rapidly expanding golden flame in front of his eyes.
Shen Tang held his sword across his body with a cold face, and whispered numbers lightly.
"Three cups of turmoil, the five mountains are lighter."
The battle situation here attracted several eyes on the battlefield.
Chu Yao and Qishan clenched their fists secretly, staring at it for a moment, not daring to be distracted in the slightest, waiting for the final result.
Where the golden flame passed, there was a piece of scorched earth under his feet, and even the surrounding air was burned and distorted, reflecting Yang Duwei's distorted face distorted by anger and murderous intent and his bloodshot eyes.
He slammed into Shen Tang's chest with a knife all the way. It seemed like a one-hit kill, as if a huge wave swallowed everything, making everyone who saw this scene powerless and desperate. Captain Yang even saw the future where Shen Tang was cut in half and his body was left on the spot.
result-
Zheng!
The transparent sword aura faced the golden saber aura with indomitable momentum, and the slender and bright sword body firmly blocked the blade several times its own.
The saber air that was split from it swept over Shen Tang, and pulled out two gullies several feet long and three feet deep on the ground behind her. The smoke and dust rose with the air waves, which made people dumbfounded.
At the moment of confrontation, Yang Duwei's face changed drastically.
This blow didn't seem to hit the blade of the sword, but it seemed to collide with an unshakable mountain. He was like a kite with a broken string, being sent flying several feet away by the huge force of the rebound. The soldiers on the path were also knocked into the air one by one, and fell to the ground with a thud, vomiting a big mouthful of dirty blood.
The Wenxin scribes who participated in the battle had the foresight to activate the protective measures almost immediately to protect the fragile ears.
Others are not so lucky.
The loud noise from the confrontation and collision shook people's ears, and they couldn't hear any sound other than humming for a few breaths. Some people even had a splitting headache and vomiting. The fish in the pond that were a little closer were also unlucky. They rolled and crawled under the impact of the air waves, or were blinded by the blowing, their hair scarves were messy, and they were forced to eat a mouthful of dirt.
Pray for goodness: "..."
Chu Yao: "..."
Even those who were squatting twenty feet away from the camp were greatly affected. One can imagine what will happen in the center of the battlefield...
Seeing this situation, the corners of Qishan's mouth twitched uncontrollably—even though he was wearing a thick filter, he was too shocked by this scene to say anything else. What should he say?
Who can believe it?
A literary scholar! With only one person and one sword, he can resist the full-strength attack of the next tenth-rank Zuo Shuzhang head-on-you must know that this blow can even split the walls of ordinary small cities, and even smash a huge boulder as tall as a person. So what about the strength of the people who resisted this blow?
Just looking at the heroic, heroic and violent action just now, Qi Shan dared to say that he was far better than 90% of the men in the world. How can they believe what Mr. Shen Xiaolang said? Which blind person would believe what this guy said? Believe that "he" is a female Jiao'e?
Both of Qishan and Qishan have countless complaints in their hearts, but it is obviously not the time to be serious about whether Shen Tang is a man of men's clothing or a woman's clothing, because—
Lieutenant Yang was shaken by a huge force, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced, and Shen Tang didn't feel too well.
The figure did not move, but most of the calf was forced into the ground.
The clothes on the upper body couldn't stand it, and they were broken into pieces.
The exposed skin was covered with bloodstains, and the blood from the wound soaked the fabric in just a few breaths. There is no need to make up for this embarrassed look, just take out a broken bowl and go to the street, it is definitely a freshly baked beggar.
Well, it’s still at the elder or leader level of the beggar gang.
"Poof—"
The blood in the chest and abdomen was surging, and the stench of iron came to the throat. I endured and endured it, and finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and a double image appeared in front of my eyes.
As soon as the words "Three cups of spitting promises, the five mountains are light" came out, the Danfu, which was originally full of literary energy, was instantly emptied.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Qi Shan had borrowed a lot of literary energy from her special Wenxinyanling before going into battle, she wouldn’t even be able to activate that speechling, and would faint like the previous two times.
Shen Tang tightened his fingers holding the "Mother Sword", spit out the remaining blood foam with a bah sound, raised his eyelids, his black and white eyes were cold and ruthless, as if they could reflect the death of Yang Duwei. Sensitively noticing that Shen Tang's situation is not good, the two of them, Qi Shan, made a move.
Pray for goodness: "The wild fire will never burn out, and the spring breeze will blow again!"
"Gasification is popular, endless life!"
After the two words came to his senses, Shen Tang's pale complexion gradually turned a little rosy, and even his aching chest felt much relieved. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and got up with the sword in hand, exerting strength on her feet, and once again charged at Captain Yang! Jump high and fall down.
"Little thief, it's just in time!" Yang Duwei widened his big copper bell eyes, shouted, dragged the knife with his right hand, and charged his feet, his burly body greeted him like a small cannonball, and a beast's roar overflowed from his throat shouted, "Come on! Is I afraid of you?"
Weapons collided and clanked!
Where the two killed, countless afterimages of swords and swords were left behind. The soldiers at the camp site did not dare to approach, and the subordinate officers of Captain Yang were even more helpless, and they were forced to stay away when they couldn't help. Zhai Huan was able to pull it up from time to time, and the situation was deadlocked.
Several people couldn't help shouting in their hearts.
Ferocious!
Really brutal!
The makeshift camp was nearly plowed by the impact of the duo. The ordinary soldiers who were accidentally affected set foot on the road of Yan Luodian's report before they even had time to scream.
Death will not rest in peace!
Several people had the same idea in their hearts—
Who is that strong bandit man?
Why haven’t I heard any rumors before?
Fighting the tenth class Zuo Shuchang head-on without wearing half a piece of armor, is this confident that he can take all the attacks without missing, or is he conceited that he will not be injured?
No matter which one it is, it is scary!
This question can deeply trouble several officials, but it can't bother Zhai Le, because he knows very well—how can Brother Shen be conceited?
He has no armor at all, so how can he transform it?
(:3_ヽ)_
Because he is a literary scholar!
If everyone, especially Duwei Yang realizes this, they may vomit blood. Zhai Le secretly thought with pleasure. However, he didn't know if Captain Yang would vomit blood, but he knew he was going to vomit blood.
clang!
Under Gong Shuwu's pressing step by step, a slight crack appeared in the weapon at this moment, and Gong Shuwu's next blow was still in the same position! This time, the crack further expanded, spreading to the entire blade like a spider web.
Zhai Le circulated his martial energy to repair the crack.
But the speed of repair is far less than the speed of enemy destruction.
finally-
After a crackling sound, the weapon was completely scrapped.
Gong Shuwu's broadsword slashed at his right shoulder.
The blade collided with the armor plate on the surface of the shoulder armor, causing a series of intense sparks, and Zhai Le was directly sent flying, biting his teeth, swallowing blood, and clutching his shoulders. Under the palm, the cracked armor was slowly repaired under the entanglement of martial energy.
Zhai Le's breathing became more and more heavy.
My arm hurts so much that I can barely lift it.
It’s not that he has never fought with ninth-class and fifth doctors, not to mention the far ones, but the close ones. He had sparred with Gong Shuwu several times in the bandit village before, but at that time it was just a friendly sparring and nothing serious.
The gap between just two ranks is so big...
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1. Three cups of spitting promises, the five mountains are light: Needless to say, Li Bai's poem.
2. Gasification is popular, endless life → that is, endless life.
(end of this chapter)