"The sound of fighting, this world is really not peaceful!"
Jiang Fan had read about the strength levels of Haotian World from books.
But what I saw on paper was ultimately shallow, and I knew I had to do it in earnest.
If you want to know the strength of practitioners in Haotian World, fighting is the fastest way.
Of course, it's best to observe first, otherwise if you rush forward rashly and find that you can't beat him, it will not only be embarrassing, but also fatal.
Holding the big bronze sword in his hand, Jiang Fan quickly transformed the energy in his body and was able to fly with the sword. With his feet on the sword, Jiang Fan quickly rushed to the scene of the incident.
At the same time, just in case, Jiang Fan restrained his aura during the flight and affixed an invisibility charm to hide his figure.
After a few breaths, Jiang Fan drove his sword to an unknown ancient road entrance.
This place has high mountains and dense forests, which is indeed a good place to set up an ambush.
When Jiang Fan arrived at the scene, he saw a group of people in the mountains and forests, firing cold arrows at a convoy on the ground.
There were many soldiers in armor in the convoy. They put up their shields and surrounded a luxurious carriage, setting up a line of defense.
“Swish swish swish!”
A volley of random arrows hit the wooden shield, making a dull crashing sound. From time to time, some arrows missed through the gaps between the shields and hit the soldiers in the rear, causing blood flowers to splash.
The scene was quite chaotic, with people screaming and cursing and horses neighing mixed together.
[The red military uniform seems to be the symbol of the Tang Dynasty.]
[Those who look like grassland tribes should be people from the Golden Tent.]
[As for those old men in coarse linen clothes and unkempt hair, they should be desolate people.]
[According to what is stated in Jiang Ye's book, the desert people live in the bitter cold land of the north. They believe in the Demon Sect and are born warriors. However, because they believe in the Demon Sect, they are not tolerated by the world, so they are driven and hunted by the people of the world.
Do not flee to the bitter cold land of the north to live.】
[The Tang Dynasty was a country established by the Master. The kings of the Tang Dynasty were all appointed by the Master. It was the country with the most powerful military power and was known as the country of justice. 】
[The Royal Court of the Golden Horde is a grassland tribe, but at this time it is fighting against the enemy with the Tang army...]
Jiang Fan quickly recalled the distribution of forces in Jiangye World.
As for the justice of the Tang Dynasty, it remains to be considered.
After all, the concept of justice is relative.
However, judging from the book, the Tang State is indeed a good country, at least much better than other countries.
Although there are still some bad apples, it is generally pretty good.
As for the deserters, they are just a group of people seeking survival. The two countries are fighting each other more for the purpose of competing for survival resources. It is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong.
From a high position, Jiang Fan discovered that in addition to the deserted man, there was also a group of masked and knife-wielding men who were quickly attacking the convoy from the side.
These people were obviously prepared and well-trained. They were either soldiers or dead soldiers.
The two sides soon met each other in close combat and fought together.
Amidst the fierce clash of blades and dull roars, both sides suffered casualties.
From time to time, people were stabbed through the chest and abdomen with sharp knives, or their throats were slit with sharp blades. Blood sprayed out from their bodies, staining a large area of land red!
The men and horses on both sides were very brave, and no one backed down at this moment.
At this extremely tense moment, the window of the luxurious carriage was pushed open.
I saw a beautiful young woman sticking her head out, with an anxious look on her face, as if she was asking about the situation of the battle.
At this time, the sun was about to set, the vision began to dim, the endless fallen trees rustled, and the cold wind rustled countless fallen leaves.
Jiang Fan watched for a moment and found that most of the people fighting were mediocre in strength.
For example, those soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, measured by the level of the eternal world, are the third level of "moves" in the physical secret realm, and only a few of them have reached the fourth level of "hardness and softness".
On the contrary, among the desolate people, there was a burly man who had reached the eighth level of "brave" in the secret realm of the physical body.
To Jiang Fan, he is just a small shrimp.
But among the crowd, they were invincible. Those Tang soldiers were hit one by one with sticks and had no power to fight back.
"Drink!"
After the strong man knocked away several Tang soldiers, the mask let out a thunderous roar, and a gray earth-colored light appeared on his light armor and disappeared in a flash.
Two thick arms suddenly raised a stone the size of a car and threw it at the luxury carriage dozens of meters away, like a human trebuchet.
Jiang Fan could see a little girl in the carriage. Even though Jiang Fan had gone through a lot, Jiang Fan was still relatively tolerant of children.
The premise is that you are not a naughty kid!
After watching for a while, he realized that they were novices pecking each other, and no one could beat them. Jiang Fan no longer hid, and flew out with his sword, knocking down the rocks from the air.
At this moment, the strong man grabbed another tree trunk and was about to throw it into the crowd, but he saw a flying fairy coming from the sky with a sword coming from the west.
"Whoosh!"
There was a soft cry, and the bronze sword flew towards him, like a thundering giant, piercing the strong man's chest directly through his heart.
The long sword pierced the ground. The strong man looked down at the hole in his chest and fell to the ground.
"It's the swordsman!"
"It's amazing. Could it be that the King of Tang sent him to meet His Highness?"
"Great swordsman? A master I have never heard of!"
On the carriage, an old man looked at Jiang Fan who was flying down. He was wearing plain clothes and a white robe. He was obviously young, but he had white hair and a fierce sword intent all over his body. He said uncertainly
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At this moment, Jiang Fan felt a completely different sword intent coming from behind him.
Turning around, he saw a gray figure flashing out of the dense forest.
This man was as fast as lightning. One moment he was among the fallen leaves flying all over the sky, and the next moment he was on the battlefield of a fight at the intersection.
His goal was clear, to kill Jiang Fan directly.
Maybe there was some misunderstanding, or maybe he felt that Jiang Fan was the biggest threat among these people. The long sword in his hand stabbed straight, and the sword edge brought out a roar like wind and thunder. The power mixed with it directly knocked down all the leaves within a few feet.
All shattered.
"not bad."
Looking at the swordsman coming with the force of wind and thunder, Jiang Fan looked calm, raised his sword finger on his right hand, and with a wave of his hand, the giant bronze sword seemed to sense it, and immediately turned into a ray of blue light and flew back, blocking Jiang Fan.
"Dang~"
The two swords collided and were divided at the first touch.
The unknown swordsman turned around, and the agile gray sword shadow, like a thin snake, like lightning, struck at Jiang Fan's neck.
He was faster, and Jiang Fan was even faster. He moved his body, avoiding the edge of the sword, and at the same time, the big sword in his hand swept past.
A dull sound exploded, and the long sword in the middle-aged swordsman's hand was cut off on the spot, a bloody mark was drawn on his chest, and his heart and lungs were broken.
"The top of the five realms..."
Before the words were finished, the person had already died with hatred.
Jiang Fan didn't know that this person was an abandoned disciple of the academy. He also practiced the Demon Sect's skills and had no last resort.
But even if he knew it, he wouldn't care.
The opponent's strength is equivalent to the first level of magic power in the magical realm. Even if there are some special means to stimulate potential and increase combat power, it is still only too strong.
After finishing off the unknown swordsman and looking at the crowd who were still fighting, Jiang Fan pointed to the sky.