Shi Ah does not retreat, and then advances. Even if it was a cold arrow attacking from behind him, so fast, so fast, he didn't choose to retreat, chose to dodge temporarily.

Here, in the rivers and lakes, only those who are more ruthless and ruthless than others can survive. Most of the time, even if there is a mountain of knives in front of you and a sea of fire behind you, you can only choose to go forward and take a step forward.

So, Shi A took a step forward, and the flickering sword shadow in his hand, facing left and right, sounded almost at the same time when the two swords collided. The long sword in his hand blocked the long sword stabbed by the left swordsman, and blocked the long sword of the right swordsman.

His sword was so fast that even the two swordsmen were dazed for a while, and they couldn't see how their swords were blocked, probably the bright sword shadow in front of them. Wait a minute... Sword Shadow?

Shi Ah passed through the two swordsmen, as if he was strolling leisurely, behind his back, the long sword raised diagonally behind his back. "Ding", a gentle impact, the blade of the sword blocked the feathered arrow that was fired.

With a flick of his wrist, the blade of the sword stuck to Shi A's back with the force of the impact of the feather arrow, and with a swing of the feather arrow, the feather arrow was knocked out, and it landed on the ground after a short distance.

"Attack lost, no damage to the target!" This is what the archer on the trunk saw, and it is what the system beeps indicate.

A fast sword, still a fast sword! In just three staggered times, almost three seconds, Shi Ah made three swords and did three things. Not only were the attacks of the two swordsmen blocked by him, but even the feathered arrow behind his back was blocked by him.

He was still moving forward, slamming into the folded shield, with no emotion in his eyes, only indifference and indifference. The shield in front of him suddenly half-tilted, the sword and shield hand holding the shield half-crouched down, and the two pikemen, who had long been ready to attack, stabbed out the spear in their hand!

"Thrust!"

In layman's terms, their combat profession is the pikeman, because the pikeman's most basic skill, and the common thrust skill among players, has already been trained to the point of perfection. When this shot was stabbed, the muscles of the hands of the two pikemen swelled, and the strength of their whole bodies was concentrated in this gun, and they stabbed with the fastest and most violent state!

Fast, ruthless, accurate. This is the hallmark of the pikemen, and the two pikemen, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly realized that this shot was almost the most amazing shot in their careers since they chose to become pikemen in their combat careers.

"Uhh Their movements became incredibly slow, as if they were in slow motion.

They wanted to say it, but they didn't, and what they wanted to remind the other members of the guild was Shia's sword! Shi A's sword was too fast, so fast that they couldn't cope with it at all, in another way, they had their eyes to catch Shi A's attack, but their bodies couldn't keep up, and in the end, they became what they are now.

Shi Ah came out with four swords, and the two swordsmen felt it extremely clearly, because they had experienced it personally. The fourth sword, it was only after Shi Ah crossed them that they finally felt and perceived this fourth sword.

The coldness in their throats, and the blood gushing from the cold, were warm and moist, flowing down their necks and into their chests under the lining of their underwear. The feeling of the blood flowing slowly under the chest, and the marks scratched, is probably one of the most terrifying and unwilling things in the world, which is the process of death, slowly approaching, and the gradual loss of life.

Thankfully, this is a game, not reality. However, for the two swordsman players, this experience of "death" is enough for them to remember, even in reality, it will become one of the materials for nightmares.

In the palm of his hand, he was no longer able to grasp the long sword, allowing the long sword to break away from his hand and fall. Then, like their own long swords on the ground, the two of them finally lost the strength to support it and slowly fell.

"Fatal Blow, Death to the Player!" The cold and merciless prompt of the system became a sound that kept echoing in their ears until they could no longer catch any sound with their ears and could no longer think.

In front of him, the tip of the spear slashed, and Shi A, who turned sideways and head, was extremely close to the tip of the spear. A sharp edge, just in front of his eye, almost close to the eyelashes. Then there was the injured rod, and the strong wind that carried it forward, made his eyes become extremely sour, and he wanted to close his eyes.

Shi A's eyes were always open, and his figure was fluttering, and behind him, another spear grazed his shoulder, carrying a strand of his robe.

Like a ghost, even if the attack of the two pikemen has been premeditated for a long time, it is useless when facing Shi A. He seemed to have seen through their attacks from the start, and had figured out a strategy to dodge, as elusive and untouchable as his peers.

Almost, just a little. That's what these two players think right now, their spears just need to go a little further to the right and down to be able to stab Shia, deal damage, or kill him. But that's it, when they want to change with it, to add this, and when they usually move with ease, they find that they can't do it at all!

They stabbed the air! The thrust of a full blow, with all its strength, cannot be easily changed, even if you want to take it back, you have to wait until you are half-drained to take back the spear, in this case, it is almost a thing that cannot be done at all.

The shield that had been tilted down was raised again, and after an attack, it was a defense. Between offense and defense, it is the exchange and cooperation of shield guns, and the walls formed by shields are the defenses that limit Shi A's attacks.

The two pikemen had no way to immediately pull the spear back after discovering that the spear had pierced the air, but their bodies and feet were retreating, and they wanted to hide in the shield defense again. However, Shi A's sword chased after him, and Shi A's purpose was extremely clear from the beginning, that is, to chase, that is, to attack.

Thrust out, the sword pierced through the exposed slit as the shield was about to be erected again, and struck a pikeman's chest with a slight tap. At one touch, it was retracted, and a sword flower bloomed, red flowers, and blood splattered out on the necks of the pikemen standing side by side.

The shield was finally erected again, but before that, the two pikemen who were supposed to protect behind the shield had fallen.

Enter, step. One foot stepped on the shield, tiptoe down, tiptoe up, and another foot, stepped on the edge of the shield, Shi Ah stood on the shield, and then turned over and jumped down.

The player with the shield looks dazed, the shield provides him with enough defense to ignore most blades, but obscures his vision. He only felt that his shield had been hit hard, and he had to hold his hands harder, using all the strength of his body, to avoid being pushed backwards.

Suddenly, the force vanished, and just as he was confused, he noticed a change in the sky. It's dark.

The moment he raised his head, he found that it was not dark, but above his head, a foot and a figure appeared. It is this foot, and the body of its owner, that blocks out the light from above and down.

This big foot became the last sight he saw, the foot getting closer and closer, the appearance of the boot becoming clearer and clearer, as if the whole world had collapsed towards him.

"Boom!"

It's dark. Red and white fireworks burst out, bursting in bright liquids and flying in all directions. Shia's feet eventually touched the ground, and under his feet he trampled on a skull that had burst open and shattered, and blood and brains were splattered on his white robe, which had been yellowed by sand, and became even more dirty.

Filthy? There are more than these dirty times, and I don't know how this idea came about, but Shi Ah doesn't care.

Shield wall? What was that, at least in Shia's opinion, it was too rudimentary. If he had been the one who had set up this game, then there would have been a lot more archers outside the shield wall approaching on all sides, and even he would not be able to move freely in the midst of the arrows. Then under the squeeze of the four shield walls, the space was reduced inch by inch, and finally, the people to be killed were turned into powder, meat puree.

It's so simple.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the defense of the shield wall could indeed defend against his sword, but it could not restrain his people. He only had to go over the shield wall, and how much was left under that hard shell?

Soft, and fragile human body.

The figure moved again, and Shia began to walk, through the Inhumans behind the shield wall. His sword, the people who follow him, are beating, stabbing, cutting, every bit is like a landscape painting slowly dotted with ink, gradually taking shape.

It's just that the ink color on the landscape he painted is dyed with bright red, and the red blood is rolling and flowing in the rushing waves. One by one, corpses appeared in this picture, frozen and immovable, and almost none of the wounds on their bodies would be the same.

"Damn, how could this be?" The guild leader kept backing away, his body trembling, and he couldn't believe that all this he had painstakingly planned was like a joke, vulnerable in front of Shi A.

The side he was on, after losing the protection of the shield wall, couldn't stop Shi A's killing at all. In front of Shi A, he couldn't raise any thoughts at all, especially under the cold and weird long sword. Every member of the guild could barely hold a sword in front of Shi A, and became a dead person and a corpse.

His swords are out of order, and each sword is elusive, unimaginable, uncaught, and undefensible. Even if the guild leader watched from the sidelines, trying hard to find a little inertia or flaw in Shi A, he couldn't catch the slightest trace that could be used.

Blood splashed in front of Shi A, and the severed blade, a layer of fine blood spread on it, reflecting a vague outline. He was walking, he was running, his sword was swinging, and the people under the sword barely made a superfluous sound, the only thing that was there was only the sound of a sharp sword entering the flesh.

Dense and continuous, the long sword pierced into the body, and then pulled out, a puff of blood splattered, and was taken out by the long sword. A body that had lost its strength to support it collapsed and became a corpse, and on top of the corpse, there was only one wound. The blood flowing from each wound gathers together, and the tributaries under the rivers above the scroll are also the tributaries of the rivers that converge, and it is from this that they come from.

Calm and indifferent, the dusty white robe turned into a blood robe, no longer yellow, and no longer a trace of white. On Shi A's face, there was even a little trace of blood that had not been wiped clean, which was unusually conspicuous.

Under his sword, he never leaves a living mouth, and Shi Ah has always done this. The sword goes with the heart, and the sword follows the trend. His sword is a sword in the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes are unpredictable, and Shi A's sword has never been finalized.

When Shi A first started learning swords, he used to yearn for the swordsmanship of his master Wang Yue, but Wang Yue once replied to him and warned him that every swordsman's sword should belong to his own sword. Only your own sword can you fight for yourself and decide your own life and death, once you want to be who you want to be and whose sword you pick up, you are doomed to not be able to go far.

Until now, Shi A's sword finally has its own intention, which is Ruyi. He will not stick to any kind of sword posture, and the sword will not have a fixed shape, that is like an antelope hanging on its horns, sudden, without the slightest trace of the mood, is the trajectory of the final sword stab. It's always changing, so Shi Ah has a lot of weaknesses, and he doesn't have any weaknesses.

The sword goes with its heart.

Shi A's heart is cold, the cold rivers and lakes, and the people and things here will not soften Shi A's heart by half. Therefore, what Shi Ah has experienced in the rivers and lakes, and the people in the rivers and lakes, has created a sword that belongs to the rivers and lakes.

There is no kindness, no hesitation, if you want to walk in it, not to become a corpse under the feet of others, you can only move forward straight. He continued to swing his sword, but when it was swung out, he suddenly stepped back, and the long sword spun and stabbed back into his side. Through it, Shia taped into the player's body, and the blade of the longsword passed through the player's body, revealing a blood-stained tip from his back.

The sword of the rivers and lakes has never been simple, and no one can foresee when, where, and how it can appear. The only result is very obvious, either you die or I die.

(End of chapter)