Frey Country, Fifth Prison, Lan Ruozheng led a group of prisoners to fight against the southern army, and the battle was extremely fierce. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Lan Ruo's feet stepped on the big dream step, flowing through the army like a swimming fish, his big dream step was more mellow than before, and no one could touch his clothes.

The fighting qi of the wind wrapped around the dragon tooth sword, and the sword momentum was ethereal, like a dragonfly dotting water, quickly tapping between the throats of several people, and the fighting qi penetrated, and several pillars of blood burst out from the back of the necks of the soldiers in the south.

This is the sword intent of the Green Rose Sword, light and secretive, extremely fast, specializing in single-point attack, and it is impossible to prevent it.

The prisoners led by Lan Ruo are also fighting bloodily, many of them are bloodthirsty and murderous, after being imprisoned for a few years, more than ten years, and decades, their killing intent has been suppressed to the limit, and when it breaks out, it is also terrifying to the extreme, and many prisoners are red-eyed.

The strongest of the prisoners, the fierce-looking prisoner, did not hold any weapons, a pair of fleshy palms wrapped in a red fighting spirit, and as soon as the force was retracted, a group of soldiers flew away, and the soldiers in front of him were like pieces of paper.

The rest of the prisoners all had fifth-order, and a few even had sixth-order strength, and it was difficult for ordinary soldiers to stop them, and these more than 100 prisoners were actually inseparable from thousands of elite troops in the southern realm.

Among these prisoners, Lan Ruo is definitely the least procrastinating one who kills people, but he is not the fastest to kill, the fastest to kill the most, he is a craftsman.

I saw the craftsman's left foot on the ground, spinning like a waltz, and the straight blade on his right leg Su Sakura spun in a circle, slashing the throats of several people, and then he did not hesitate at all, and plunged into the depths of the southern army.

The craftsman is dancing, his whole body is dancing, and his dancing posture is not pretty, but it doesn't matter, no one cares if his dancing is moving, because this is, the craftsman is like a meat grinder, where he is, blood is constantly spurting into the sky, as if to dye the sky red.

With a kick of his right leg, Su Sakura slashed with a fatal blow that took the lives of three people.

With a flick of his left hand, blood from the scythe flew out, severing the heads of several people in the distance, and then he pulled the chain with his left hand, and the scythe was withdrawn from his hand.

With a lift of his right hand, he took a fierce cavalryman and a horse away.

With a swing of his head, the razor-sharp cicada-wing dagger in his mouth sliced through the neck of a spirit close to him.

Straight blade Su Sakura, lock sickle blood drops, ghost knife heavy one, dagger cicada wings, four swords are all used.

It may not be very good for the craftsman to use only one of them, but he can use all four of them at the same time, and his movements are extremely coordinated and unobtrusive, as if he was born to fight with four weapons.

There are blood drops of lock sickles in the distance, dagger cicada wings in the distance, heavy ghost knives and heavy ones, light and straight-edged Su Sakura, the attack of the craftsman, the light and heavy changes freely from far and near, making it difficult for people to adapt.

It's not that he can't adapt, but it's hard to adapt, but what's the difference, because even the spirit who can adapt to his swordsmanship will be killed by him before he can adapt.

Lan Ruo looked at the posture of the craftsman dancing wildly from a distance, and was quite shocked in his heart: this is the power of the twenty-two seats of tarot......

Whether it is refining, craftsman, Maggie, or Pascal, these are the spirits who have become the twenty-two seats of the Tarot, although they are all sixth-order, but the profound experience, special combat methods and solid spiritual cultivation foundation accumulated over the years are beyond their reach, perhaps, only by borrowing the power of Tyr Feng can they fight.

The craftsman slaughtered all the way to the general in the center of the southern army.

The general sat on a tall horse and stared at the craftsman, his eyes flashing with fierceness.

The general raised the walnut wand in his hand, and the magic crystal inlaid on the top of the wand lit up with a cyan spirit, he was actually a wind attribute magician.

A blue-blue alchemy array spread out from the top of the staff, and the wind whistled out from the array, turning into a beam of extremely sharp wind swords, and the wand actually turned into a blade.

The general grabbed the horse's belly and galloped towards the craftsman, and the blood of the scythe in the craftsman's left hand flew out, trying to cut the horse's leg, but the scythe was struck back by the general's sword of the wind.

The horse is a good horse, the general was not hindered by the scythe, the horse blinked in front of the craftsman, and took advantage of the horse's momentum to swing the sword of the wind, the sword has the power of a thousand armies, the craftsman's face was a little calm, and he waved the ghost head knife in his right hand to meet the attack.

The craftsman and the shogun staggered by, and the craftsman's right shoulder shot out a cloud of blood mist, and one of the legs of the horse under the general's seat was also cut off by the straight blade Su Sakura on the craftsman's right leg.

The warhorse, which had fought countless battles, neighed tragically, bent its front hooves, and fell to the ground, and the general on horseback supported the horse's back with one hand, and lightly turned over and jumped off the horse.

The horse was so fast and so heavy that its internal organs were almost torn open and bleeding when it fell to the ground, and its legs, which had not been severed, were so badly broken that it could no longer stand.

It gasped and screamed violently, the corners of its mouth foamed at the mouth, and its teeth were covered with blood.

Everyone knows that on the battlefield, the crippled war horse will die in the end, and it will die tragically in struggle and wailing.

The general walked up to the horse, and saw that the huge horse's eyes were full of tears, and there was sadness, pain, and reluctance in those eyes.

"Old friend, we've been together for seven years, and I'm very reluctant to you, but it's time to separate." The general touched the horse's head, and with a flash of green energy in his hand, the horse slowly closed its eyes.

The general took a deep breath, and several wind alchemy arrays were projected on his body, and the wind wrapped around his body like an invisible coat.

"Huh", the general, with the blessing of the magic of the wind, approached the craftsman at high speed, and the speed was so fast that even the air was torn by him.

The craftsman was stunned, originally the warrior and the magician fought one-on-one, and the magician suffered a lot, not to mention the melee combat, this general, as a magician, actually wanted to fight with himself in close combat, which was really great courage.

The light of the Wind Alchemy Array at the top of the wand in the general's hand soared, and the wind blade doubled, and the craftsman saw that he was coming extremely fiercely, and changed color slightly, and he wanted to attack, but temporarily changed to defense.

The craftsman turned the blade of the thick ghost head knife horizontally, and the crimson fighting spirit soared, blocking the stabbing of the wind blade, and the craftsman felt that a huge force suddenly came from the wind sword, and the whole person slid backwards a few steps away.

The general didn't give the craftsman any respite, and quickly projected the alchemy array, and more than a dozen wind bombs shot towards the craftsman, and the craftsman's four swords danced in unison, smashing all those wind bombs that were not inferior to the alchemy bullets.

At this moment, a cyan wind magic array suddenly lit up under the craftsman's feet, and several wind chains stretched out from the array to restrain the craftsman, the craftsman touched the ground with his left foot and quickly retreated, but the wind chains had blocked his retreat, and quickly tightened to restrain him.