"Hey, Fukuoka, jump behind the two samurai on the left, Ito ...... back"

October stood on a high place and whipped his whip, arranging the next move of the others. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a slight contrast to the situation of the third group, the men of the seventh group were working together under the command of October to deal with a hundred samurai.

No one was appointed as the leader of the group, but when the crisis arose, October took the initiative to step forward and lead them to fight the enemy together with an absolutely powerful command, and the others seemed to recognize her leadership in an instant.

This may be the so-called leadership temperament, and as you usually feel, October's self-confidence in battle can easily conquer those around you, whether it is an enemy or a teammate.

The hundred samurai they faced, all about two people tall, armed with large swords and covered in steel-solid armor, looked at their exposed hollow eyes and looked like they looked like puppets manipulated by puppeteers.

Due to their large size and heavy armor, October and the others thought they would be very bulky when they first met. However, this is not the case, and the samurai's movements are not limited by their own weight, and they are unexpectedly agile in both attacking and dodging.

However, it cannot be said that it is equivalent to a normal fighter. After all, it is a dead thing, and even if it moves quickly enough to rival that of a legionnaire, it quickly reveals its own flaws and limitations—that is, it is too disciplined to advance and retreat.

This was discovered in October when they were previously besieged en masse by a group of samurai, and once the samurai formed a formation, each samurai in the formation seemed to have a specific course of action.

At the beginning, she was besieged by ten men, and eight samurai were arranged in groups of two, south, south, north, and west, swapping shots for October in the middle. The other two were maneuvering, attacking from above, and then rushing to the middle to strike her alone.

The ten samurai were not fixed, and sometimes one or two samurai exchanged directions and targets with the samurai in the adjacent phalanx.

Everyone in the group was in the same situation, everyone was in danger and had no time to care for her peers, so she couldn't find support at all, and certainly couldn't help others.

And the skills she is good at "fail" at such a critical moment. If it's not the person who set up the mechanism, it's deliberately targeting her alone, and the rest of the group can't use their own divine skills either, even if they still maintain a masked state. It seems that the premise of this place is that you can only fight with the samurai with the weapons in your hand.

Since the rules are like this, then they can only accept it, anyway, the ability of the samurai is limited to wielding the sword in their hands, which is fair to both sides.

Although October is the best among the current students of the Divine Awareness Training Camp, after all, one is ten, and she is quick and ruthless in her hand swords, has armor to protect herself, and does not know pain, no more than her unprotected flesh and blood, easy to be injured and bleed. As a result, in the constant interference attacks of the samurai, she gradually became a little unable to support it.

As soon as he dodged the big sword that the samurai on the right slashed straight down from top to bottom, the cold light from the left side had already reached his waist again. Before the left foot could hit the ground, I had to spin on one foot with my right foot to dodge.

The moment the enemy misses the move, it is a good time to counterattack.

Following his own rotation, he drew a long whip with his backhand, and the rapid friction between the whip and the air made a "hissing" sound, just like a long snake spitting out a letter, and suddenly attacked and bit the large sword of the samurai on the left who was raising and preparing to attack again, and then circled along the blade and wrapped it tightly.

The whipper himself kicked hard with both feet, and the whole person was like a flying cake thrown by a giant hand and swept backwards rapidly. The soft lock whip in his hand grabbed his opponent's knife tightly, and followed her movement with a sudden drag, causing it to escape the master's control.

The samurai who had lost their weapons in front of him didn't have time to fight back, but the sword wind suddenly darkened above him, causing a chill down October's back, and he felt like he was lying on a bed of ice.

You don't have to look back to guess that it's the mobile samurai who is taking the opportunity to sneak up on her.

The other party is menacing, and he is in mid-air, at this time, it may be too late to turn around and whip to block, so he can only smash the heavy big knife he just grabbed at the warrior, so that he can dodge and create an opportunity for himself to escape and counterattack.

The mobile samurai stared intently at the prey that was still facing away from him, unexpectedly that although the other party did not immediately turn to meet him, he was not really left to be slaughtered.

October's long whip in her hand was like an outstretched arm on her behalf and struck the attacking samurai diagonally from above, who knew that the sharp tip of the broadsword slammed into the samurai's bare eyes with the momentum of facing the samurai's bare eyes, and finally it turned out that the blind cat touched the dead mouse, and it happened to pierce his right eye impartially, and the knife seemed to be stuck in the helmet.

When he saw this happening, even October himself couldn't help but marvel at how accurate his methods were.

Although he succeeded, the painless samurai did not stop his movements, and the broadsword still slashed at Tsutsuki's shoulder with the force of a giant.

If you are hit by this knife, I am afraid that it will be as simple as injury, and the entire right arm will probably have to be moved.

"Really, it's just a test, it's so real, I don't understand them. ”

October cursed secretly in his heart, and had already wrapped the whip around the samurai's head around his neck, and at the same time his left hand also grabbed the whip, and threw it forward with all his might, swinging out like a swing.

The body took advantage of its strength to do a backflip, and it took a lot of effort to get over the samurai, and his feet landed right on his broad shoulders to catch his breath.

The samurai found that not only had he failed, but that he was being mounted on him by October, so he counterattacked with a sword in one hand and attacked the rear, exactly as he had done in October. It's a pity that he didn't have a whip to assist, and the knife was not long enough, so he was dodged by a light flick of October.

When he was about to land, October was about to retract his whip, but a second mobile samurai swooped in from the flank. The whip was not withdrawn in time to resist the opponent's knife. In desperation, she had no choice but to abandon her weapon and roll over to the other side to avoid the sharp blade.

In such a series of forms, she already felt a little powerless and lackluster in the follow-up. But there are more than two or three enemies, avoiding or defeating them, and then approaching them at the same time, giving her no time to breathe.

The tacit understanding of the cooperation of the ten samurai and the continuity of their moves may dwarf even the elite teams that have been running in for many years in the five major legions.

A samurai in the south slashed at October with both swords in both hands, as fast as a master chef chopping meat and vegetables, and as powerful as a craftsman smashing a stone and breaking a tree.

Fast and ruthless complement each other and combine perfectly, so that the trapped people dare not take it lightly, as if they have been accurately calculated and executed according to the calculation results at all, even the dents left by the tip of the knife accidentally cut to the ground are so neat and uniform.

Wait, neat?

October lowered his eyes to the knife marks. It's really neat, neat to the point of being a little weird.

She was always in a state of powerlessness to fight back, and she didn't even have a chance to stand up, so she had to crawl and roll on the ground. Because of this, she stumbled upon the small pits of the same brush, and felt that each of the samurai's swords used the same strength and controlled the same speed.

If it was a puppet manipulated by someone, it would not be able to do this. The only thing that is possible is through a variety of precisely calculated and well-designed machinery.

Hehe, maybe it's her big brother who is a mechanical fan, Qingtian Munolu, who usually does this kind of thing.

Although October was born in the Qingtianmu family, which has always been the sole authority of the Divine Domain Technology Bureau, she has not been interested in rigid things like machinery since she was a child, so no matter how much her father persuaded her, she didn't want to enter the Liberal Arts Department of the Theosophical Academy to study boring technical courses.

Fortunately, she had a big brother who was a genius and obsessed with technology, and her father was willing to let her learn martial arts according to her own heart.

But in such a family, even if you don't deliberately learn, the knowledge you have learned since childhood is enough to easily cope with similar courses in the training camp.

Therefore, when she discovered that the samurai might be just a machine in the not-so-bright dungeon, she scolded herself. What a fool, why didn't you think of this in the first place, and mistook it for the puppeteer's masterpiece. You must know that the things made by their Qingtianmu family are good goods that even puppeteers want to collect.

Now that you can see the clues, you must carefully observe the trajectory and laws of the samurai's movements, so as to find a way to defeat them in one fell swoop, otherwise the people in the same group will soon be dragged down by the tireless samurai, resulting in the "annihilation of the whole army".