"Kill!"

Three people died in the blink of an eye, and this scene was really beyond everyone's expectations.

But with the order in their bodies, they can only grit their teeth and raise their knives.

When the ...... Burst!

One sword shattered, but the other hand was like a spirit snake dispatching, changing several directions in mid-air, instantly grabbing a piece of flesh from the throat of a brocade guard.

Bang!

Yan Yu has armor on his body, and he is not afraid of slashing with blades, but every time he makes a move, he can take away a person's life.

The sternum is fragmented, the laryngeal bone is shattered, and the abdominal cavity penetrates......

Ruthless, decisive, without the slightest hand.

Compared with many movies, there are more than a dozen, the protagonist knocks down one, comes up one, and the other party can get up and continue, this kind of scene is placed in actual combat...... Inexistent.

With Yan Yu's strength, even if these brocade guards had iron armor to protect them, it was enough to smash their bones and completely shatter the combat effectiveness of these people.

Once you hit the vital point, there is absolutely no chance of surviving.

Elbows, shoulders, legs, feet, arms, palms, and all over Yan Delirium are weapons that can kill people.

Thirty seconds......

Maybe it's shorter, Yan Yu wiped the blood on his face, and returned to the grass hut without changing his face.

He sat by the fire, quickly calmed his restless qi and blood, and his breathing gradually became long, and it was only after a while that he opened his eyes and exhaled a long stream of turbidity.

Killing is simple, and people are very vulnerable.

Throat, heart, lungs, spine, joints...... It can be said that there are too many key points of people.

"Good sword, it's a pity ......"

Yan Yu sat cross-legged, took off the long sword at his waist, slowly pulled it out, and looked at the slightly bumped blade, feeling sorry in his heart.

The Zhongxing ancient sword is definitely the best Han sword he has ever used, but after all, it is still a mortal soldier, and after continuous battles, the blade has been uneven.

Yitian Sword, the Dragon Slayer Knife, a divine weapon in martial arts, although the name is bluffing, it is known as meteorite casting at every turn,

In fact, meteorite is a meteorite with a lot of iron content in reality, just because there was no iron-making process in ancient times, and among the bronze and stone tools, iron tools are naturally divine weapons.

Of course, the premise is to respect reality and science, that group of guys can fly one hundred and eighty meters at every turn, Yan vainly estimated, the so-called meteorite, there are also differences.

The ancient sword of Zhongxing is cast in bronze, and although it has undergone many processes in terms of hardness, it is still far behind the steel of later generations.

Being able to persist until now, Yan Yu really admires the craftsmanship of the ancients.

Yan Wei put away his blade and thought secretly: "Back in the real world, you can find someone to rebuild a sword according to this style." ”

He is not ready to take this sword out of this world, it is already a defective product, and the gain of taking it out outweighs the loss. Waste all he has [Transfer Crystal: Low Level].

Having said that, this is the first item reward he has received from the mission, so it should be very rare...... bar.

Crackling......

The firewood was burned by the flames, and a crisp sound sounded.

Yan Yu rested for a while, extinguished the fire, patted the horse, and set off towards the capital again.

......

Bang......

The thunder was deafening, Yan Yu couldn't help but look up at the sky, black clouds gathered, the cold wind howled, accompanied by dense ice particles like beans, constantly burrowing into his robe.

"Sleet?"

Yan Yu shuddered, raised his horsewhip, lowered his body and quickly ran into the distance.

This kind of weather is the rhythm of freezing people to death.

Airplanes!

With an inconspicuous muffled sound, water droplets splashed in all directions, and a rope suddenly crossed the road.

Yan Yu's eyes flickered, and without hesitation, he pulled up the reins, clamped the horse's belly, and the horse raised its head and neighed, and immediately jumped up, stepped over the tripwire, leaving the ground full of mud, and disappeared into the night.

Whoosh, whoosh......

This time it was a rain of arrows.

Yan Yu rolled over and dodged, curled himself up at the side of the horse, and let the horse act as a shield.

Boom......

The corpse fell to the ground, splashing dense mud spots.

Yan Yu looked coldly ahead, under the hat, the gaze in his eyes was mixed with endless killing intent.

Cold nights, rain and snow, frost.

Gazebo, stone table, one person sitting.

"Smack~"

In the midst of the rain, the figure sitting quietly in the pavilion slowly raised his hand and gently pointed at Yan Yu.

With the sound of a dense bowstring fluttering, arrows rained down from both sides of the road.

However, Yan Yu's figure disappeared in place in an instant the moment this person made a move, leaving only a robe that was still in mid-air and had not yet landed.

With a clear and long groan, the ancient sword pinned to the waist came out of its sheath, cutting through the rain curtain, tearing the wind and snow, and if the long rainbow pierced the sun, it took the head of the person on its neck.

The man laughed disdainfully, kicked his foot, and the stone table flew into the air, flipped and smashed towards Yan Yu.

"It's kind of interesting. Yan Yu half-squinted his eyes and didn't choose to split domineeringly.

Instead, he slid on the spot like a black python, and when he dodged the stone table, he flicked the blade of the sword, and stabbed the opponent's crotch viciously and ruthlessly from the bottom up.

Seeing this, this person's eyebrows trembled slightly, his toes were pointed at the spine of the sword, he rolled in mid-air, turned around and drew his knife, and slashed in the air.

The cold light is like electricity, whining, and the weight of the strength contains a thousand pounds.

Do not hardwire!

Yan Yu immediately made a decision, lying down and straightening his waist, a sharp blade popped out from his toes, and the latter poked at the opponent's waist first.

This person was shocked, he never expected that the other party would have such a cold move.

He immediately gave up, put away his knife to protect himself, and with the force of rolling, he swept away the sharp blade, rubbed out a cluster of dazzling sparks, landed on the ground, and slammed into the pillar of the stone pavilion.

Yan Yu didn't take advantage of the situation to chase, the carp straightened up, stood up, leaned on the other side of the stone pavilion, and confronted it.

"The strength of Qianhu is really good, don't lose the first defeat of Qinglong, and then kill Suzaku and Xuanwu. The man licked his lips, touched his right foot on the ground, and slowly slid forward.

Yan Yu didn't play his cards according to the routine, which was really beyond his expectations, but a sword that was damaged almost hurt him, which made this person more vigilant against him.

"White Tiger, you're not bad. Yan Yu smiled slightly, and pounced on his sword.

The battle between the two was fierce, and the swords and swords in the stone pavilion flew like catkins and light feathers, and the speed of changing moves was staggering.

However, the Jinyi guards who were in ambush outside had a hard time, and now in this situation, they could no longer release cold arrows, and it would be good for them to see the figures clearly in the rain and snow.

What's more, the speed of Yan Yu and the others is too fast, in just one second, at least several sounds can be heard in their ears, and the crisp and long sound of blade collision can be heard.

They didn't dare to rush forward rashly, in this situation, the brocade guards didn't doubt that if they rushed on, they would be 100% used as a shield, and even disturb the attention of the white tiger.

"Kill. ”

Suddenly, Yan Yu staggered on the spot, picked up the sword with his backhand, and the moment he broke the long knife, he instantly bullied himself, sinking his waist and slanting his shoulders, and the person was like a battering ram, slamming into the chest of the white tiger.