The wandering samurai's monstrous fighting spirit is unstoppable!

He relied on his daughter river on his back, completely avoiding the enemy on his belly and back. The corpses around him became his fortifications, and the cavalry could not launch an effective charge, so they could only dismount and fight.

Some of the cavalrymen had already taken out their heavy knights' spears, and under the orders of the second apostle, the black-robed man, they pressed towards the wandering warriors step by step.

After the killing, the wandering samurai had forgotten the sword in his hand!

He's the sword!

The sword is him!

At this moment, he merged with the sword, turning into a white light that swam in countless bursts of blood.

As a powerful necromancer, the Second Apostle has always stood dozens of paces away from fighting, surrounded by fainted Yodelman civilians, even if the wandering warriors rush over, he is not afraid that the other party will dare to kill in such a crowd.

Yes, with the strength of the rank 8 samurai, the wandering samurai who burst out with the light of faith all over his body had many opportunities to break out of the encirclement, perhaps considering the fainting people of Yodelman outside the encirclement, he had been holding on to his place, waiting for the active attack of those kingdom soldiers in armor.

The death toll is approaching a hundred!

The wandering samurai proved his power, and at the same time, he paid the price of two sword wounds: one in the shoulder and one in the forearm.

The injury wasn't deep, but his movements were slowing down.

Not far away, there was a rude laugh from the black robe, and the more people died, the happier he became.

A black wand inlaid with a huge magic crystal appeared in his hand out of thin air, and at this time, this powerful necromancer was finally about to strike!

Just as the wandering warrior was fighting bravely, a series of simple and obscure magic spells erupted from his mouth! In the dark, an invisible pressure condensed in the air! When this pressure fell on those dead corpses, their bodies suddenly trembled, and the next moment, a Kingdom soldier with a sword in his neck opened his dark eyes.

The magic spell continued, and more dead Kingdom soldiers opened their eyes!

As the magic spell grew higher and higher, the dead Kingdom soldiers stood up from the ground to the shocked gaze of everyone!

This is not enough, this is only the first step, resurrecting the dead soldiers as undead warriors. In the next moment, the Second Apostle will instill his will into the minds of all the undead warriors through magical spells!

His chant grew louder and louder, and by the climax of his singing, his voice had begun to become hoarse, and with his incantation, countless undead qi wafted out of his ring!

"Hey, are you singing?

The chanting of the magic spell stopped abruptly, and the second apostle almost spurted out a mouthful of blood under the magic power. He looked at the old man in white who appeared next to him in shock, "You, you, you......" He pointed at the old man in white, and finally swallowed the dirty words back in his mouth.

The undead warrior who had just been resurrected and stood up did not receive the replenishment of the undead qi, and he did not have his own consciousness, the black light in his eyes dimmed, and he fell down on his stomach.

After such a toss, the wandering samurai, who had been besieged for a long time, were able to breathe.

The second apostle looked at the white-clothed old man in front of him with a gloomy face, and he said in a deep voice:

"You forcibly interrupted my necromancy, please tell me why. ”

The old man in white smashed his mouth, shrugged his shoulders again and said, "It's nothing, I just think you don't have the talent to sing." Alas, it was so ugly just now. ”

The second apostle looked at the old man in white in amazement, so that he could spit out the blood that had just been held in his stomach. I was singing??? he was full of question marks. However, in the face of the old man in white, he could only suppress the anger that was about to erupt again.

The old man in white smiled meaningfully at him, ignored him any longer, and walked unhurriedly towards the wandering warrior.

The kingdom soldiers who surrounded the wandering warriors silently retreated, making way for the old man in white.

Crossing the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, the old man in white came to the front of the wandering warrior.

In the blink of an eye, the light of faith on the wandering warrior was three points stronger!

When it is strong, it is strong!

This is the way of the wandering samurai!

This sudden change startled the snow-white parrot on the shoulder of the old man in white.

In the face of the fierce fighting spirit, the old man in white laughed, and he said slowly:

"You are an eighth-level warrior, the youngest eighth-level warrior in the kingdom at the moment, it's a pity. ”

When the wandering warrior heard this, he said in a deep voice:

"Do you think you can kill me?"

"No, no, no, well, I don't want to kill you, it won't do me any good. ”

The old man in white seemed to say, I can kill you, but I don't want to, the wandering warrior obviously heard the disdain in the old man's tone, his legs suddenly tensed, turned into two bowstrings, and shot out his body that burst out with brilliant white light!

Its momentum is like lightning, and it is lightning fast!

The beard of the old man in white was shocked by the invisible momentum! However, it was very strange that the body of the wandering warrior suddenly stopped in front of the old man in white!

It was like a sword stabbing against a wall, the wandering samurai's body still maintained a forward posture, but his sword was firmly fixed in the air!

The Second Apostle, who was more than ten steps away, widened his eyes, looking at this incredible everything, and secretly glad in his heart that he had just resisted not making a move on the old man in white.

"This looks much better," the old man in white said as he walked around the wandering warrior's sword and circled around him, "I just said it's a pity, not that I want to kill you, I mean that your cultivation is in the wrong direction." ”

The wandering warrior only felt a thousand pressures around him, freezing his body in the air, and the light of faith on his body disappeared! At this moment, he was extremely weak, and if someone stabbed him with a sword, he would die. "There's nothing wrong with my cultivation direction," he could still speak, and insisted on his kendo, "I broke through to the strength of a fourth-level samurai at the age of twenty, then broke through to the strength of a sixth-level samurai in five years, and finally, it took me another ten years to break through to the eighth level! In the kendo realm, no one can advance faster than me!"

When the old man in white heard this, he shook his head and said, "Five years...... Decade...... If you don't take the wrong path, you can break through to the strength of a ninth-level warrior before the age of thirty, and now that you are forty years old, you still haven't touched the threshold of the ninth-level. ”

"Thirty-year-old ninth-rank samurai?" said the wandering warrior in shock, "That's Hegalax, the god of war!

Hegalex was a figure from a thousand years ago, the youngest ninth-level samurai in legend, and later some people defined him as a tenth-level samurai. He has thousands of titles: God of War, the youngest knight in the continent, and the strongest man in the continent......

Surrounded by thousands of cavalry, under the gaze of the Second Apostle, the old man in white pouted and said, "Well, his cultivation method is right, so he has become the god of war." If you don't fight like that, you can too. ”

The wandering warrior was silent, and in the other party's words, his martial arts heart was shaken for the first time! Not anyone who said such a thing could shake his martial arts heart, the fact was that the old man in white controlled his body without making a move, which was enough to show that the strength of the old man in white was several times stronger than him!

A person who is stronger than himself comes to deny his martial arts heart, and anyone who stands in the perspective of a wandering samurai will be shaken a little.

After a long silence, the wandering warrior suddenly felt that the pressure to control his body disappeared, and he put down the thin-bladed sword in his hand, "What is the right way?" He asked the old man in white urgently, "Please tell me!"

Hearing this, the old man in white blinked his eyes and said, "If I finish speaking, your martial arts heart will be shattered, and your strength will drop below the eighth-level warrior!

The wandering warrior clenched the thin-bladed sword in his hand, blood flowing down his injured shoulder, coinciding with the sword marks on his arm, "You say, I'm not afraid!" he said in a deep voice, "Nothing can shake my martial heart!"

"Oh, really?" said the old man in white, "You have cultivated your body, turned yourself into a sword, and let the power of faith fill this 'sword', right?"

The wandering samurai nodded, affirming his claim.

The old man in white continued: "It's no wonder that you are lost in the martial arts. Martial arts have been like this for a thousand years, turning into a sword, in fact, there is no right or wrong, but the space for development is very limited, at most ten or twenty years of cultivation, you may be promoted to a ninth-level warrior, but you will also stop there. ”

"Isn't a ninth-level samurai enough?" the wandering samurai's eyes showed a look of longing.

"Hehe......" The old man in white sneered and said, "Don't you aspire to the tenth level? Don't you aspire to the realm of the god of war? Well, you haven't thought about it, how can you become a strong person without a real strong heart?"

The wandering warrior's eyes widened, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes, and he said coldly:

"A ninth-level warrior is the top powerhouse in the mainland! I am bound to become a ninth-level warrior, isn't this a strong heart? ”

"Wrong! Wrong! If you think that a ninth-level samurai is a strong man, then I can't help it. ”

"What realm is considered a strong man?" the wandering warrior asked, "Heralex, the god of war?"

"In front of him, but he is still a little weaker, otherwise he won't be ......" The old man in white suddenly stopped when he said this, and opened another topic, "Those are not important, the important thing is that I want to show you the right way, and you are not interested?"

The wandering samurai didn't speak, the bloodshot in his eyes grew, and it was obvious that his heart was shaking!

The old man in white sighed and said calmly: "Of course, I can only help you point out the direction of the door, as for whether you can walk over and open the door, it's not up to me to decide." ”

Finally, the wandering samurai spoke: "You say!"

The old man in white still said in that calm tone: "You have turned yourself into a sword, constantly fighting, using it to polish your body, increasing the strength of your body, and finally merging your body with the powerful power of faith. This path is also okay, just like I said before, by following this path, you can only open the door of the ninth-level samurai. Ninth level - the power that will always be limited to the human world, hehe, and the path I am going to show you is bound to let you see the golden gate of the god of war!"

Not only the wandering warriors, but everyone in the room, including the Kingdom soldiers and the Second Apostle, all had a look of surprise on their faces.

After a breath of time, waiting for the wandering warrior to be mentally prepared, the old man in white said awe-inspiringly:

"You practice the way of the sword, so why don't you treat heaven and earth as a sword!

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