The middle-aged practitioner who fell into the clear river water slapped the river water with one palm. The surface of the river surface the size of a tabletop where the palm fell did not splash at all, but actually sunk down neatly like a mirror.
With the backlash of this shot, the middle-aged practitioner's body rushed out of the water forcefully. The golden long sword in his hand did not even burst out with the same dazzling lightning as before, and he was easily thrown out of the forest.
All the dozens of hooks and claws flashing with cold light were cut off.
With one stroke of his sword, he flew away a terrifying giant blade that could cut five or six people in half at the same time, then slapped the water surface to its core, cutting off more than a dozen hooks and claws trying to bind him. This middle-aged practitioner was like a god, how could he still
He has the same frail attitude as the former accounting clerk.
However, at this moment, this middle-aged practitioner, with a face as cold as water, lowered his head in horror and looked towards his chest.
There was nothing on his chest, but he just fell into the water and his clothes were soaked by the river water. When he splashed out of the water, all the cold river water in his clothes was shaken out by the powerful aura on his body. At this moment, his clothes
It looked like everything was dry, and there were only some faint traces of water on his chest and clothes.
But an extremely cold and numb feeling was extending from his chest toward his body, like a greedy locust sucking blood and burrowing into his body.
"The river water is extremely poisonous!"
Just as he lowered his head, the middle-aged practitioner reacted and let out an angry warning sound. Powerful soul power spurted out from the soles of his feet, and his whole body flew forward like a butterfly.
In an instant, he swept into the woods on the other side.
When the soles of his feet touched the ground, a gray and miserable color appeared on his face.
An endless chill emerged from the heart of this middle-aged practitioner, which could actually spread poison in the flowing water... Moreover, if the opponent was noticed by him, he could instantly assassinate the opponent with a moon-piercing crossbow or a rotating blade chariot.
Forcing him into the water... Such a sharp response and assassination would be absolutely impossible for any combination of local troops and scattered practitioners. This can only prove once again that Wenren Cang Yue's subordinates are the most powerful.
The kind of person who knows how to fight.
This middle-aged practitioner knew very well that the strangulation field on the other side of the river behind him desperately needed his participation, but he also knew very well that it was impossible for him to join the battle there in a short time, because he could only join the battle there.
Kill the people here very quickly and gain some time to concentrate on using your soul power to expel toxins from your body. Otherwise, he will never survive the attack of this poison.
At this moment, Xu Zhenyan, who had been slashed into the shoulder bone by a knife and fell to the ground, was still howling violently like a wild beast, and the stabbing blade in his hand was still stabbing into the body of the assassin pressing on him.
His miserable howl suddenly stopped, and his body froze. A cold black spear filled with murderous intent penetrated the assassin's body that was pressed against him. He subconsciously dodged it and stabbed him in the heart.
There is also a breast shield sandwiched in the leather armor inside his heart.
The black spear pierced the leather armor, but failed to penetrate the breastplate and pinned him to the ground along with the assassin's body. However, the dent in the breastplate and the pressure on his chest caused fear and pain that still made him violently violent again.
started to howl miserably.
The moment the miserable howl came out again, the third son of the Xu family finally thought about something clearly.
His father is the most powerful and powerful figure in the Criminal Division. He also has a brother-in-law who is the governor of Beilong Province. The Xu family also has the support of the Jiang family, so after he entered Qingluan College, he has been
Because he was proud of his pure gold spoon, and it was a huge gold spoon, he looked at those barbarians and bumpkins with natural contempt in his eyes. Even Liu Ziyu, whose father was determined to become the governor of the province within the year, was so proud of himself.
Compared with him, the spoon can only be regarded as a small golden spoon.
However, at this moment, he finally fully understood that his cold father really would not care about him. Even in the face of real death, there was no difference between him and those bumpkin classmates who usually looked down on him. He could only rely on himself.
"ah…"
The last bit of luck in his heart was disillusioned, and he fully understood that his father would not be able to save him. Jinshao Xu Zhenyan, who usually looked down on Lin Xi and was extremely hostile to Lin Xi because of Qin Xiyue, howled even more violently, and his whole body seemed to be going crazy from the ground.
He jumped up and ran into the arms of the assassin who had just drawn the black spear.
The knife of the assassin in front was still embedded in Xu Zhenyan's shoulder, but he didn't care about the knife at all and howled into the arms of the assassin in front.
The iron-willed assassin immediately abandoned his gun, pulled out a black dagger that was tied somewhere on his body, and stabbed Xu Zhenyan hard in the head.
But he underestimated the power of Xu Zhenyan's collision, or he never thought that this young man, who he despised and was obviously frightened and timid, would burst out with such power at this moment. With a loud bang, his upper body was hit.
He had to roll back, and the thorn blade in Xu Zhenyan's hand kept piercing his heart while howling, and then pulled it out.
His dagger was still stretched out towards Xu Zhenyan, but it lost all the strength and fell down slumped.
Xu Zhenyan howled and pushed the assassin's body away, then howled and charged towards the nearest assassin in front.
I don't know if he has never seen such a fighting style without knowing how to fight, or because Xu Zhenyan is a practitioner after all, and his speed and strength are far superior to ordinary elite soldiers. The assassin in front of him seemed to be slightly stagnant.
His throat was pierced by Xu Zhenyan who jumped up.
The howling Xu Zhenyan sat directly on the assassin's shoulders and kept striking and stabbing until the assassin fell backwards, his throat full of holes and almost broken.
For a moment, Xu Zhenyan stood out in the chaos. At that moment, several cold assassins were attracted by Xu Zhenyan and came towards Xu Zhenyan to cover him up.
At this moment, among Xu Zhenyan's group, even Xu Zhenyan usually didn't notice at all, a slight yellow light appeared on the face of the most inconspicuous black and thin middle-aged man dressed like a coachman.
Dozens of crossbow needles shot out like a torrential rain from the crossbow barrel hidden in the arms of an assassin on his side hit him, only piercing his clothes but not really piercing his skin.
As the assassin's pupils contracted, a purple-black soft sword appeared in the hand of the thin, dark middle-aged man.
The soft sword wandered in the air like a snake, and the assassin's head flew up with hidden crossbows in his arms.
….
The stabbing blade in Xu Zhenyan's hand pierced the throat of an assassin again. The powerful force caused the assassin to twitch strangely because his brain could not control his body, and he was unable to perform any effective movements. At this moment,
, a long knife slashed at Xu Zhenyan's back, cutting through his armor and piercing his flesh, causing blood to splash everywhere.
Xu Zhenyan howled miserably and turned around, only to see the shadow of a purple-black soft sword and a headless assassin standing behind him.
"Feel sorry."
He heard someone say this voice to him.
The headless assassin holding a knife fell in front of him, and the blood from his neck rushed onto him like a fountain.
Then he realized that his surroundings had become quiet, except for some suppressed moans and gasps.
Then, he saw clearly that the person who had left a deep wound on his back because he failed to completely stop the knife was the most inconspicuous black and thin groom in the team.
"Brother Chu!"
At this moment, the thin black horseman exuded an iron-blooded aura and shouted sharply at the other side of the river.
"I'm fine." This voice came out in response to the case.
Due to massive blood loss and dehydration, Xu Zhenyan, who was standing dumbly, began to feel dizzy and cold.
There were only a dozen or so people standing around him, and among them, five or six uninjured people were still on guard with their weapons. The tall man who was usually responsible for the team's route and daily life had already reached him with a military first-aid kit with an extremely ugly face.
The person next to him was immediately ready to help him suture the wound, but Xu Zhenyan finally seemed to have turned into an adult again, sitting down in a pool of blood, and started vomiting with a loud sound.
Xu Zhenyan, who had never experienced such a bloody fight, vomited desperately. His whole body was shaking with vomiting, and he seemed to be vomiting out all the internal organs in his body. He was vomiting so hard that he couldn't even see anything.
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Between the white mountains and black waters, on the bank of Qiuji Ze.
Groups of soldiers have already formed their ranks and are preparing to leave.
Even at this time, many soldiers who were usually unruly still cast their respectful and admiring gazes at a tent in the redwood forest from time to time.
A priestess wearing a white sacrificial robe was walking quickly towards the tent in the sight of many soldiers approaching the tent.
The face of this apprentice priestess also shone with adoration and longing for glory.
Her hands held two pale gold priest robes. The pale gold spiritual priest robes were embroidered with a pattern of three-tailed black fox cats.
Before that, all the sergeants belonging to the Yangjiantian Front knew that a "Fearless" medal had been sent to the camp tent.
Moreover, all these sergeants knew from the military reports that before this, Patrolman Lin Xi already had two medals.
This "Fearless" Medal is already Lin Xi's third medal!
All sweet words may be false, but the Yun Qin Medal, which represents glory, cannot be false.
So at this moment, in the eyes of these sergeants, in this land of white mountains and black waters where the sun of Yunqin cannot shine, the black tent is shining with exciting light. (To be continued)