Ling Xu's wanton madness and crane's ethereal spirit were not as shocking as Jing Hao gave Sun Jie.

Jing Hao looks more ordinary and ordinary, but at this time, Jing Hao involuntarily attracts everyone's attention. He was dressed plainly, floating quietly in the air, the black sword was carried in his hand casually, and every movement was free and easy, without the slightest killing intent.

But Sun Jie's face changed.

Swordsman!

This is a true swordsman!

Swordsmen are an ancient profession, so old that they can no longer keep up with the times, they don't care about victory, they only care about the sword in their hands, they only care about the understanding of the sword, what kind of state they have reached. They eat and drink, they are alone, chasing the ethereal ideals, and they can no longer keep up with this era.

This is an era of teamwork and hegemony.

When the power of the individual is exhausted, the collective wisdom can truly change the world. They are out of step with this era, they smell of staleness, they stubbornly cling to what is outdated, and they refuse to let go.

However, Sun Jie, who had seen real swordsmen, understood the dangers of these guys better than ordinary people. You may be able to kill them easily with two hundred men, but if you are unprepared, they are like a hard awl piercing through your defenses, and the rusty tip of the sword is already down your throat.

The man in front of him smelled of a swordsman.

At that moment, the man swung a sword.

I can't describe the magnificence of that sword, obviously there is not much brilliance, however, Sun Jie's vision is divided into two by a sword light that has no arc and is as straight as a ruler.

The entire squadron was also split in two by this sword.

Deathly silence.

Two seconds later, the ten soldiers in the center of the team, each of them had an extremely thin blood mark on their forehead and eyebrows, and the blood stain slowly spread and spread.

Ten soldiers lost control and fell from the sky.

The black sword body of the holy blood drink in his hand appeared a strange dark red, like a red-hot iron, the skin and flesh of Jing Hao's palm were burning, but Jing Hao's expression was as usual, as if he didn't realize it.

No matter how fierce and violent you are, you are only a sword in my hand.

I am pious in the sword, focused in the sword, but I will not get lost in the sword.

What I seek is not power, but the sword in my heart.

Jing Hao didn't care, and raised the holy blood drink in his hand again.

In the blink of an eye, ten soldiers died, the second squadron leader was terrified, and the awe-inspiring meaning emanating from Jing Hao above his head made him angry for the first time: "Yan Hu!"

The remaining forty people, the light around them, fused into one, and hundreds of large and small light swallows flew out of the team, and they flew around the team, impermeable.

Sun Jie, whose face was pale, finally eased his expression slightly, and the second squadron leader's reaction was not slow, indicating that there was no chaos. [Yan Hu] is a defensive tactic they specialize in, and in extremely unfavorable situations, it can often give them a chance to breathe. If you look closely, you will find that each light swallow has a transparent light shield.

Hundreds of light swallows flew up, forming an extremely thick defensive cover. [Swift Guard] Unlike ordinary protective shields, these swiftlets are flexible and extremely defensive, and the swiftlets will automatically choose to converge towards the most dangerous places.

Flexible, intelligent, and resilient defense is the strongest part of [Yan Hu].

It's a pity that it's a little slower.

A full squadron of [Yan Hu] is very difficult to break. Ten people are missing, but it still has an impact on its performance, and the damage is at least 25%.

Sun Jie quickly calculated in his heart, but he didn't worry too much, even the [Yan Protection] with only seventy-five percent completion was not something that could be broken by his own strength.

The straight sword light appeared in the air again, it did not disappear for a moment, but remained in the air like a scratch on the glass.

These swordsmen, there will always be oddities.

The law of sword intent, although this sword is not very strong, but it contains the law of sword intent, and it is worthy of being a swordsman.

Sun Jie secretly admired in his heart, he was looking forward to what the result of this sword slash at [Yan Hu] would be. I thought that this trip to Shangzhou would be boring, but I didn't expect to meet some guys with good strength.

He was already thinking about the origin of this group of people, and whether he could recruit and enrich his pioneer battalion. Although Sun Jie advocates overall control, this does not mean that he will ignore the role of the pioneer battalion. Whether it's local tearing, dog-tooth chaos, and the most common stealth attack, these unruly outlaws are all good at it.

For example, this swordsman is an arrow, and he is accompanied by two squadrons, and his breakthrough ability is absolutely sharp.

But let's take a look first......

Wait a minute!

Sun Jie's pupils dilated suddenly, and his expression was like a ghost.

The nimble Guangyan didn't seem to realize the danger coming, and the sword light fell from the sky, straight as a ruler, like cutting tofu. The Yan group was split in two, and the seven soldiers didn't have time to dodge as they watched the sword light pass through their bodies.

Bloodshot blooms.

The consternation on their faces had not yet subsided, and the energy in their bodies had gone out of control.

Rumble!

The flames of the energy explosion enveloped the entire squadron.

No one expected that Yan Hu would not be able to stop this sword, there were churning flames all around, there was a roar in their ears, the soldiers were stunned, and they instinctively rushed out of the explosion.

In such a situation, they can still maintain a general formation, which shows that they are well trained.

But now it is not the first time that Tsuru and Jing Hao have encountered the Sanctuary Corps. In the sparring with Shi Sen, they also explored some characteristics of the corps' tactics, and one of the most important places was the formation.

Shi Sen also told them that for any corps, the formation is the basis of most tactics, otherwise, even the energy cannot be synchronized.

Opportunity!

The soldiers who had just rushed out of the fire group only felt a flower in front of them, a ghost-like figure, breaking into their field of vision.

The sudden appearance of the crane caused the soldiers to panic, and they could only instinctively resist.

There was a strange streak on the face of the soldier at the front, he froze in place, he broke free from this state almost instantly, but his throat hurt, a splash of blood shot out, his eyes widened, terrified, and the blood foam that shot like an arrow turned into a puff of blood mist in his field of vision.

The ghostly black figure has disappeared.

His body was falling rapidly, and his consciousness began to drift, why couldn't he see that sword......

Puff puff.

In the blink of an eye, several more people fell, and everyone, without exception, was hit by the vital point.

The faces of the generals and soldiers who witnessed this scene turned pale, and the throats of these dead soldiers suddenly burst as if they were swept by the tip of an invisible sword.

Sun Jie couldn't hold it anymore, and exclaimed: "Invisible Sword Wave!"

Hearing these four words, Sun Zheng's face turned pale.

Sun Jie stared at the ghostly black figure that flickered in the air, yes, it was an invisible sword wave! That black figure, every time it changed its position, it would be flooded with a circle of formless and colorless ripples.

The entire squadron has long been shrouded in this circle of seemingly chaotic invisible ripples. The seemingly graceful and ethereal sword dance, hidden murderous intentions, and ripples that seem to only disturb people's hearts, are quietly superimposed, like tides converging into angry waves, forming invisible sword waves.

The power of these sword waves was not great, and they only existed for a few seconds, and after a few seconds they dissipated again in those seemingly chaotic invisible ripples.

A few seconds, it's enough.

Sun Jie felt a little chill in his heart.

Those rippling ripples themselves have the effect of disturbing people's minds, and these sword waves that come and go without a trace are impossible to prevent at all.

The ethereal and graceful sword dance, no one finds it pleasing to the eye, it will only make people fearful, heartfelt fear.

It is like a grim reaper in a black robe, dancing, and every time he dances, he will harvest a life. You don't know what is waiting for your turn, you don't know where the sword wave will come from, where it will attack you, and by the time you know, you're dead.

There is nothing more frightening than an unknown but so close death.

Jing Hao's two sword lights full of the flavor of the law of sword intent did not make this squadron collapse, and the sudden explosion of his companions did not make this squadron collapse.

And the silent harvest of the crane has made this brave and combative squadron show signs of collapse.

In the blink of an eye, there were less than 20 people left, and the squadron leader was miserable in his heart, and he couldn't care about anything else, and shouted in a hissing voice: "Withdraw! Withdraw from this formation!"

He knew that even if he made it back alive, he would be punished by the adults. But in such a short period of time, there were only these few people left in the second squadron, and his heart was so painful that even if the adults punished him, he couldn't take care of it.

All the soldiers fled in a hurry, as if they had been granted amnesty.

Tsuru and Jing Hao realized at the same time that this was a great opportunity, and the two of them made a brazen attack together.

Jing Hao shook the holy blood drink, and seven straight sword rays suddenly bloomed from the sword body, like seven extremely thin beams of light, submerging into the back of the heads of the seven soldiers.

The crane took a wrong step under his feet, stepped on the seven stars in a row, and the sword was like a swimming dragon, passing through the air, dazzling changes, but like flowing water. Puff, puff, six soldiers shot a column of blood in their throats at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, only four soldiers, including the squadron leader, remained.

Slaughter!

It was a real massacre, a one-sided massacre. From beginning to end, the 2nd Squadron did not have any threatening attacks, and they were initially at the point of being suppressed.

The opponent's means of attack are endless, and it is impossible to prevent it.

In just a few rounds, only four people remained in the elite second squadron, and they were almost slaughtered, which also illustrates the difference in strength between the two sides.

"It's amazing!" Tang Tian saw that his eyes were straight, and the performance of Jing Hao and Crane made him fascinated.

It turns out that everyone is moving forward!

It turns out that everyone has never given up!

It's really, great!

Tang Tian only felt that his blood was boiling, and his fighting spirit was completely stirred up by the amazing performance of several people. He had long forgotten that he should rush over at this time and arrive at Baoguang early, and he only had one thought in his mind now, to fight!

His gaze swept over the enemies, and soon he locked onto the most visible person in the crowd.

That's right, it's him!

Tang Tian's eyes lit up, this guy looked like the head of this group of people.

He clasped his hands to his lips, tugged at his throat, and shouted with all his might.

"Hey, sissy in white, come out and fight!"

The audience fell silent all of a sudden, and the air seemed to freeze.

PS1: The WeChat platform is really a place where there are many bastards, and a group of bastards first asked with concern whether they were caught in Shenzhen's anti-pornography, and then after learning that it was just a cold, they expressed regret. What really pierced my heart was that one guy said that the reason why Fang Fang caught a cold was because he became fat and increased the area of contact with the virus in the air......

PS2: Two new books are recommended. The domineering Luo Badao's "The Strongest Traverser" and the old man Guanzhong's "Mixed World" are not old at all.