Qianren Jianming suddenly made a move, and he immediately suppressed the people around him. They originally saw that this kid had fine skin and tender flesh, and the equipment on his body didn't look high-end, and he didn't even have a weapon in his hand, thinking that he was the kind of typical paddling player, and he just took a shit luck to survive the melee.

However, it now seems that the reason why he did not carry a weapon was for some other reason. Anyway, judging from the fact that he directly lost a circle of barbarian heavy cavalry as soon as he made a move, Qianren Jianming didn't look like an ordinary player.

"What are you doing? Come back quickly! Qianren Jianming shouted at the tiger master who was still in a daze, and then slapped his hands in front of him, and several gray sword shadows hanging beside him rushed out, condensing into an even more huge sword shadow in mid-air, and then turned the sword blade on the spot and swept towards the barbarian heavy infantry who caught up behind the tiger master.

The tiger master finally came back to his senses at this time, and he also knew that now was not the time to take care of face, so he hurriedly climbed towards the top of the dirt slope, not daring to stop at all.

Qian Qian Jianming looked at the barbarian heavy infantry phalanx that had begun to surround him, shook his neck and loosened the bones of his body, and then jumped down and jumped down.

This provoked the group of onlookers to exclaim again and again, but Qianren Jianming knew very well what he was going to do, and with a wave of his hand, several gray sword shadows rushed out, falling into the formation of barbarian heavy armor soldiers from top to bottom, like a thunderbolt landing, and instantly bloomed into a whirling dance of death in all directions.

The lethal effect of those gray sword shadows was even more domineering than Hua Feihua's Tang Sect firearms, and the swirling sword qi looked at the heavy armor on the barbarian infantry as if it were nothing, and even the process of destruction was not there, and it directly passed through the body. All the barbarian soldiers who were holding their spears and were about to wait for the sound of a thousand swords to throw themselves into the net were all killed, and fell backwards from the inside out, like the flowers of black iron that bloomed.

Qianren Jianming fell into the formation, the expression on his face was very freehand, his gaze swept over the surrounding barbarian heavy armor soldiers, so gentle that he didn't look like a murderer who had just slaughtered dozens of people.

This group of barbarian heavy armor soldiers obviously sensed the aura of danger from Qianren Jianming's body, but their limited AI could only support their thinking of attacking. Therefore, they stepped over the corpses of their companions fearlessly, and once again pointed the seven-foot iron spear in their hands at Qianren Jianming, and slowly surrounded him as the center.

The spirit of this group of barbarian soldiers seemed to move Qianren Jianming, and he nodded slightly, not knowing whether to praise their spirit or laugh at their stupidity in coming to die. Dozens of large and small gray sword shadows rose around him again, surrounding him like a swimming dragon, completely enveloping him in an instant.

The group of players standing on the dirt slope had never seen this kind of skill, although they didn't know what Qianren Jianming was going to do, but it was a sense of fear from the depths of their souls, which made them involuntarily shrink behind the dirt slope, only daring to show a pair of eyes to stare at what was happening outside.

It turned out that Qianren Jianming did not disappoint them, as the surrounding barbarian heavy armor soldiers got closer and closer, the gray sword shadows surrounding Qianren Jianming gradually gathered at his side. The gray sword shadows that surrounded them seemed to be able to cut through the space, and you could faintly hear the sharp whistling of a sonic fighter as they slashed through the air.

Qianren's sword formation had been compressed to the extreme, and this move was the first time even Mo Qianying had seen it, so he couldn't help but climb onto the roof of the abandoned wooden shed, squatting in the corner and watching what was happening under the dirt slope from afar.

The barbarian heavy armor soldiers who were surrounding the sound of a thousand swords were already five meters away from him, and they stopped here, not daring to take another half step forward. Obviously, they were also a little afraid of the vertical and horizontal sword shadow beside Qianren Jianming, and began to choose to use the defensive formation to isolate him from the outside, trying to restrict his movements.

One shield after another was smashed into the ground under his feet, and this time the barbarian heavy armor soldiers completed the defensive formation faster, and it seemed that it was also to guard against the sudden action of Qianren Jianming.

However, Qianren Jianming, who was surrounded by sword shadows, waited for them to complete the formation with a relaxed face, but after they completed the formation, they even turned their heads and winked at the people on the dirt slope, and they couldn't see any nervousness at all.

At this time, the surrounding barbarian heavy armor soldiers shouted in unison, and then put their spears between the gaps in the shields, firmly locking the thousand sword sounds in the middle. This chant was a signal for them to complete their formation, and from this moment on, they became an impregnable wall that could withstand any skill damage.

Qianren Jianming seemed to be waiting for this moment, and as soon as the barbarian heavy armor soldier completed the formation connection, he rushed out straight ahead. The distance between the two sides was only five meters, so as soon as Qianren Jianming took a step, he immediately collided with the spear erected by the barbarian heavy armor. These spears with hegemonic judgment have made countless players fall down with hatred, and their own super high and hard stun should not be underestimated.

However, these settings are useless in front of Qianren Jianming, and the first thing to suffer is these steel spears in front of them. As the sound of the thousand sword roared to the front of the battle array, the rapidly rotating gray sword shadows on his side instantly twisted the spear that stood in the way into pieces, and even the flying iron filings were directly cut into powder again.

Such an exaggerated destruction effect suddenly made the group of players on the dirt slope stunned, and they climbed out from behind the dirt slope one after another, staring intently at the thousand sword sounds below, their eyes were not instantaneous, obviously no one wanted to miss any wonderful scenes.

At this time, Qianren Jianming had already rushed into the barbarian heavy armor array, and those heavy shields that were invulnerable before were like paper paste, and they were directly crushed by the gray sword shadow. A series of sparks splashed where the sword roared, followed by iron armor fragments mixed with flesh and blood, and the wails of the barbarian heavy armor soldiers one after another.

In less than ten seconds, the circle of barbarian heavy armor soldiers that were originally surrounding Qian Qian Jianming were all defeated, and except for the corpses stacked on top of each other on the ground, no barbarian heavy armor soldier could stand on the ground intact. Dozens of barbarian heavy armor soldiers disappeared under the sword formation of Qianren Jianming, and from the time he made his move to the end, he didn't even have a chance to fight back, and he was as fragile as a novice village mob.

Qian Qian Jianming stood in the pile of corpses of the barbarian heavy armor soldiers, and with a wave of his hand, the vertical and horizontal sword shadows around him dispersed, his body was spotless, and not even a drop of blood was splashed. His handsome face had the same smile as usual, but the group of players hiding behind the dirt slope shivered and their eyes were full of fear.

"I remember." Hu Ye swallowed his saliva, "He seems to be the president of the Kowloon Association who killed 500 people in one sword in seconds." ”

There was a dead silence among the players around him, as if they all remembered who he was.