"Okay, now that we're here, let's get ready to fight back!"

Simmons closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the long sword in his hand humming.

"Slash!"

Simmons was drunk, sword in hand, dancing wildly in a haphazard manner.

This move is an improvement on Simmons' Wind Sword Technique, minus some fancy things, and retains a practical attack style.

It seems to be chaotic when used, but in fact, it is chaotic and orderly, and each move has spare strength, even if the opponent sees his 'flaw', he can use the rebound of the long sword and the earth, and the power brought by rotating the body to turn the attack into defense.

It's just that the strength of the exchange match members present is too low, and they can't find Simmons's deliberate flaws, and this kind of play that completely abandons defense makes them retreat again and again, and even the two knights holding shields were beaten by Simmons so miserably that they didn't even dare to show their heads.

"Gravel Split!"

Charman's heavy axe hit the ground, and the splattered small stones instantly rushed into the back of an Assassin.

The Assassin immediately fell to his knees with a hideous hole of blood, and fell silent, blood mixed with the water summoned by the multiple waterfall springs and slowly drifted into the distance.

Another swordsman was also hit by the rubble, kneeling on one knee, clutching the bloody hole in his stomach, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and there was not the slightest trace of blood on his face.

"Mage, support!" a captain-like swordsman shouted as he turned his head to where the mage had stood.

"Don't scream, don't scream, they're all in trouble right now, how can they shut you up?" Jerry said, letting go of the bowstring in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, an arrow landed on the back of a red-robed mage, and the red-robed mage screamed miserably and immediately rushed forward.

The feathers of the arrow's tail swaying slightly announce the mage's death.

"Cut, it's really boring, this group of mages is too slow, and there is no sense of accomplishment at all in killing. Jerry wiped his nose twice with his index finger, then took an arrow from the quiver and aimed it at the last enemy mage who was holding his head and scurrying.

In addition to the dead red-robed mage just now, Jerry also killed two enemy mages, and at the beginning, the other party felt that he had a numerical advantage and tried to attack Jerry.

If it were an ordinary archer, it might not be able to dodge the dense magic attacks, but who is Jerry?

He was a man who was chased by the flame lion released by Eugene for 3 days in the Great Blue Forest.

The Flame Lion had only one skill to attack Jerry at that time, and that was the small fireball.

One fireball at a time is not to be feared at all, but what would it be like if it were ten or even 20 or 50?

The first time the Flame Lion summoned a full 100 small fireballs, and Jerry was ready to die at that time, but he still carried it hard.

Since then, not only has his agility increased dramatically, but he has also mastered a skill called elemental perception.

Whenever there is the slightest change in the elements around him, he can predict and avoid it in advance.

The magic attacks of the five mages were like a drizzle to him, he didn't even need to run, he took a step aside, took a half step back, and dodged them all when he bent over.

But the arrows in his hand are like the judgment of the god of death, and each time it is sent, it will take the life of a mage.

With the addition of the two mages who escaped, there are now seven contestants from the other three cities, and in just a few breaths, their strength has been reduced by half.

The seven survivors were all terrified.

What kind of ruthless people were sent by the Changfeng Fortress this time!

"We admit defeat, we will hand over all the Wind Spirit Crystals to you, please let us live. ”

Seeing that he could not defeat his opponent, the swordsman who had spoken earlier finally surrendered.

But will Simmons say yes?

If he had gone one step further, his buddy, his brother would have been splattered with blood on the spot.

If Charman had begged for mercy at that time, would the other party have agreed?

Will it?

No!

Simmons doesn't think he's a saint, and he can't do anything to repay his grievances with virtue.

"Kill!"

Simmons rushed headlong into the local ranks, turning into a meat grinder, constantly adding wounds to the body of his enemies.

And Charman, who blocked the enemy's retreat, was like hob meat, and the axe opened and closed, constantly compressing the enemy's evasion space.

"I don't want to die, I want to live!"

One of the Assassins on the enemy team watched his teammates fall one by one, the string in his head finally broke, and he stumbled, narrowly dodging Charleman's axe and running off into the distance.

Just when he thought he would be alive, an arrow feather silently froze in the middle of his head, and the assassin knelt on the ground, staring at a figure walking slowly, and lunged forward.

"No, boss! You're missing one. Jerry leaned over with a smile.

"You stinky boy. Simmons put away his sword and shook his head with a smile.

"Well, there's another one here. Jerry noticed that the swordsman who had been hit by the rubble was watching them carefully with half-squinted eyes, and immediately wanted to draw a feather arrow and plunge it into the other man's head.

"Don't, don't kill me. The swordsman was seriously wounded, and he lay on the ground and said weakly, "As long as you don't kill me, I can tell you a secret." ”

"Secret?" Jerry turned to look at Simmons, the only one on this team who could make decisions.

"You say first, if this secret is useful to us, I can consider letting you go. Simmons said to the swordsman.

"It will definitely work for you, because it is about your anger!"

Because he was in such a hurry, the swordsman coughed immediately after speaking, and blood flowed from between the fingers covering his lips.

Simmons and Jerry looked at each other and frowned, "You go on." ”

The swordsman was seriously injured, and his head was covered with cold sweat: "The token in your hands is fake! ”

"Fake? How do you know?" Simmons pulled out the green card in his arms.

"I heard from the captain of Truss City, as long as you are killed in the Valley of the Windless, it can greatly damage the majesty of the royal family, I heard that this is only the first step, as for the authenticity of this token, you can blow on it to know, because the real token will move under the guidance of the air current. ”

The swordsman trembled and took out the bloody green card token from his arms, and blew lightly on the surface, and the wind pattern slowly rotated.

"Boss, what he said is true. Jerry pulled the token out of his bosom and puffed out his cheeks and blew on it, but there was no response at all.

"What else do you know?" asked Simmons.

"I, I. The swordsman looked at Kyle, who was treating Charman with hydrotherapy.

"As long as it works for me, I can get Kyle to treat you. Simmons said.

"I've heard that Truss has brought several other city contestants to encircle and suppress the Wind King. After the swordsman finished speaking, he looked at Simmons with a restless heart, because he knew that this news was really insignificant compared to the previous one.

Simmons shook his head slightly: "This news is of little use to me. ”

The swordsman's eyes lost their luster in an instant, and now his body was bleeding, even if the other party promised to let him go, he wouldn't live the day he went back, and he knew that he shouldn't have agreed to that bullshit plan.

But Simmons suddenly changed his words, pointed at the swordsman and said, "Kyle, I'll show this person after I've treated Charleman later." ”

The swordsman was in pain, and said in astonishment, "Didn't you say it was useless?"

Simmons squinted at the swordsman with cold eyes: "Useless doesn't mean it's useless, they gave me such a big gift, I said I had to return it." ”