The sun is setting in the west, the sun is setting in the west, and they are still fighting.

Ling Xingchen sharpened his body in the battle, and entered the realm of enlightenment again, and the harvest was not small.

The remnant sun was like blood, staining the clouds on the horizon red, and all things were bathed in the last divine light.

"If you are not ruthless in your heart and unsteady in your footing, leaving him will only cause endless trouble!"

"Brothers, we have all experienced life and death together, today this knot is a dead knot, if you want to live a stable life, you know what to do!"

“......”

A strong sense of crisis only hit the brain, and with a "bang", the spear in Ling Xingchen's hand was split into two pieces by the squadron leader with a face like a crown of jade.

Interrupted his pretense, and cut off his spear, to see how he fought them?

He was forced to withdraw from the realm of enlightenment in advance, and his face couldn't help but sink, and the scene in front of him surprised him a little but he didn't panic.

Anyway, then sharpen in battle, sublimate in battle, and let them see the tricks!

Whether it is to pursue martial arts or to return to Earth as soon as possible, he needs to improve his strength as soon as possible.

He had a bold guess, since the mental method of the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique and the mental method of the Wind Knife could run between the meridians in one person's body at the same time and merge into one, could the two martial arts techniques be fused and integrated into one, and be performed by one person? In this way, it would be equivalent to improving one's personal strength, and the power of the Wind and Cloud Technique would definitely increase greatly.

He decided to give it a try and give it a go. If it really doesn't work, it's enough to expose your cultivation at a critical moment.

Use the half-cut barrel of the gun in the left hand as a knife to cast the Wind Sword, and the half-cut barrel with the head of the gun in the right hand as a sword to cast the Liuyun Sword.

Although Ling Xingchen was forced to withdraw from the realm of enlightenment, his mental power increased greatly, he was dedicated to three purposes, while he was fighting with both hands, while recalling the trick in his mind, while analyzing and simulating the fusion of the two martial arts in his mind, and at the same time using the fusion moves that had been established by the theory.

Although the Wind Technique and the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique were not created by him, they were greatly improved by him, and no one knew their mysteries better than him.

Although the mental techniques of the two martial arts can already operate between the meridians in the body at the same time, the martial arts are different.

For example, a person who makes a sword with one hand suddenly casts a two-handed sword technique, it must be difficult to coordinate it in place, and it is even more difficult to move the clouds, not to mention that these are still two completely different martial arts, if you want to integrate into it, the difficulty can be imagined, and it is exponentially increased!

As he expected, at first, the sword moves in both hands were always difficult to coordinate and harmonize, and even stumbled, and naturally they were hit, but he found that there was nothing serious, just that his clothes were torn, leaving a few white scratches and a few thin and shallow blood marks.

And they didn't expect that Ling Xingchen's body defense was very perverted, and the knife slashed on it as if it was on an elastic stone.

With their strength, even the stone would have split in half, but it only cut through his skin.

They guessed that Ling Xingchen might have cultivated some special exercises, or had eaten some kind of earth treasure or elixir to enhance his physique.

With his very ordinary coarse cloth white robe and ordinary steel sword, it can be seen that he is a poor ghost, which is most likely a blind cat encountering a dead mouse and getting a martial art, which not only improves his physique, but also crosses the challenge.

However, in the hands of such a person, it will only insult the secret book of divine skills.

The two squadron leaders were human spirits, and when they looked at each other, they both understood the greed and ruthlessness in each other's eyes.

If the two of them can get this secret, it will not be a dream to walk sideways in the city defense army in the future, and it will not be a dream to sit on the throne of the deputy battalion commander or even the battalion commander.

The two decided that they would definitely get the secret from the guy in white later.

Due to his keen spiritual sense, quick movements, and flexible body and footwork, Ling Xingchen concentrated his attention, in his eyes, their movements seemed to slow down, but in fact, they were visual acuity and could discern everything, since it was sharpening, he did not target their pain sensitivity and the key position of the Xuan Qi path.

Although the coping moves are scattered and lame, and he seems to be a little flustered and at a disadvantage, he can avoid many killing moves at a critical moment, which can be described as thrilling.

The clouds are light and the wind is light, the wind lifts the clouds, the wind rises and the clouds surge, the clouds surge and the wind flies, the wind flies and the clouds will, the wind rolls the clouds, the wind scatters, the wind helps the clouds, and the clouds show the might.

While reminiscing about the wind and clouds, he looked for an opportunity to merge between the two.

He adjusted the input amount and running speed of Fengyun Jue Xuanyuan in the sword trick and sword trick, adjusted the speed and strength of the sword move, and even adjusted the order of the sword trick and sword trick, but it was still fruitless, but was injured by the two squadron leaders again, the gray robe and the white robe had several more openings, and the white robe added two blood marks, which shocked everyone's spirits, and the offensive was fierce again.

Everyone was enjoying the joy of turning the tables, but they found that Ling Xingchen's moves were becoming more and more fluent, and they were all done in one go.

As the battle progressed, they didn't expect him to fight more and more fiercely, the more he fought, the more brave he became, his agile footwork, his domineering moves, shuttling through the siege of everyone as if he were in a no-man's land, provoking their murderous intent to escalate again!

Gradually, Ling Xingchen found that his ethereal lightness became lighter, and even his speed was a little faster, even better than before, a momentum emanated from his body, and the coercion permeated the courtyard, becoming more and more intense.

Several squad leaders besieging Ling Xingchen also found that their dantian suddenly slowed down and became slow, as if it had been suppressed, and the Xuan Qi that operated according to the Wind Sword Technique between the meridians was almost imprisoned, and the flow speed was less than half of the original.

Even the injured people had already crawled to the side and barely stood up, but at this moment they found that the dantian was suppressed and stopped running, and the Xuan Qi running between the meridians was imprisoned, stopped flowing, it was difficult to breathe, and even the thinking became slow.

"Fengyun Jue, sword combination!" Ling Xingchen shouted.

In an instant, the situation reversed, and he began to press Wei Huang and other team leaders, and his moves hit the key point.

Just because he doesn't kill people doesn't mean he won't hurt people! He had long sensed their murderous intent.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, not to mention that people do not hurt the tiger, and the tiger hurts people's hearts, which they are forced to do.

Treat such bullies to either kill or beat, and only then will they stop when they are afraid in their bones.

A recruit who had just arrived, actually faced the two squadron leaders and six squad leaders of the Qitian Battalion and did not fall behind, but pressed them to beat, which shocked the injured soldiers, and they all had a ghostly expression, opened their mouths into a big O shape, could put eggs, and swallowed saliva.

The wonderful duel of winning more with less and defeating the strong with the weak is only seen in his life.

Wei Huang and the other team leaders were frightened, they thought that they had lost because they were careless, but now they realized that they didn't care about them at all.

But instead of honoring them, they felt a sense of shame that they had been looked down upon, and this man they had not looked down upon before, and they did not realize that the anger was shining red from the top of their heads.

They held their knives in both hands instead, anger and madness were combined, and the attack was fierce to the extreme, at first glance, Ling Xingchen was like a boat fluttering in a raging storm.

Ling Xingchen's body is becoming more and more agile and changeable, suddenly his body is as light as a swallow dancing lightly, suddenly an eagle strikes the sky, and suddenly he does not move like a mountain; his moves are sometimes sharp, sometimes like a breeze, sometimes like clouds and mist, sometimes like a dragon leaping and a tiger leaping, his footwork is flexible and changeable, sometimes he takes nine palace steps, sometimes he takes seven star steps, and sometimes he steps plum blossoms.

The martial arts are also getting smoother and smoother, and gradually they are like flowing water. The left-hand knife is like a tiger, wide open and closed, like thunder, domineering, as if it can split mountains and mountains, split the earth, and the right-hand sword is flexible and changeable, invincible, as if breaking the void, shattering the sky, and can break nothing.

They were defeated and retreated, and they were injured to varying degrees, and most of them still couldn't see the internal injuries.

The armor of the two squadron leaders was cut in many places, and they were about to decompose and fall to the ground, and their white robes were stained with blood.

Wei Huang and Zong Ding had already lost their combat power, their armor had long been scattered, their hair was scattered, their abdomen, chest, back, and arms were all bloodstained, and their white robes were stained with blood, lying on the ground cursing and wailing, Ling Xingchen had already injured their internal organs, although they were slightly injured, the pain was unbearable.

The others were still struggling to hold on, their clothes in rags and blood-stained robes, shocking.

If it weren't for the combination of guns and sticks with the Grass Creation Martial Technique, he would have defeated the six squad leaders who were besieging him, and if it weren't for the sake of upgrading the Fengyun Technique, he would have put them down a long time ago.

Ling Xingchen was also uncomfortable, his gray clothes were scratched in many places, his sleeves were like streamers and tassels, and there were many fine blood marks on his body. If it weren't for his strong physique, I'm afraid he would have hung up.

He was secretly frightened, if the opponent was too strong than his own, this was completely the rhythm of looking for death. This kind of sharpening method is better to use less.

He hasn't lived long enough, let alone returned to Earth.

Fortunately, they are all weak, and with the strength of the beginner and middle stage of the martial artist, it is a matter of minutes to strangle them.

Ling Xingchen was also surprised by the strength of his body, it seemed that the crossing had indeed enhanced his physique, but he would rather that nothing had happened. He is also his World Wushu Championship champion, even if he exchanges a piece of glory, he does not hesitate, as long as he can always stay by his parents' side, accompany Yue'er and unborn children, and even he can no longer pursue martial arts.

It's a pity that all this is just wishful thinking on his part.

In a trance, he was slashed by the squadron leader with a face like a crown of jade, if it weren't for his strong physique and timely reaction, I am afraid that his lower abdomen would have opened his big mouth and spit out his intestines.

The pain made him gradually understand that the key to not being able to fuse was not in the adjustment of moves and Xuanyuan, or even in the state of mind, but in the perception of wind and clouds, swords and swords.

And fighting, is the best way!

Alas, what a painful realization?

Ling Xingchen sighed lightly and suppressed the realm again in the late stage of the middle rank of martial arts, in order to accelerate the fusion of swords in the oppression.

For strength, his desire is no less than that of the martial artists of the Xuantian World, and even stronger and more urgent than them, because only with enough strength can he find a way to go back, and he can do his best as a son, a husband, a father, and a man's responsibility!

In his mind, he simulated the combination of the Wind Sword and the Flowing Cloud Sword, and practiced it to prove it, but he was extremely careful, and if he couldn't do it, he would attack them with all his might, and even seriously injure them, as long as no one died, everything was easy to say!

The sun sets and the moon rises, the lights are on, the stars are dotted, only this house has no candlelight, only the sound of swords colliding, weapons rubbing against the air, and from time to time there is the sound of angry scolding.

The wounded soldiers hated Ling Xingchen to the core, no one left, they all wanted to witness the scene of his defeat and killing, after all, he was a recruit, I don't know how many city defense soldiers die every year, and every recruit training, there will always be a lot of deaths, one more, no less, no less.

Even if the East Window incident happened, when they were all talking, Ling Xingchen couldn't tell it even if he was full of mouths, not to mention that he had no background, and if he died, he would die, would the battalion commander give up so many subordinates who had followed him for many years for a dead man?

And they were sure that Ling Xingchen would not dare to kill anyone, otherwise, they didn't know how many times they had died. So they have nothing to fear.

The clouds are light and the wind is light, the wind lifts the clouds, the wind rises and the clouds surge, the clouds surge and the wind flies, the wind flies and the clouds will, the wind rolls the clouds, the wind scatters, the wind helps the clouds, and the clouds show the might.

Ling Xingchen silently recited the Fengyun Trick over and over again, but still found nothing, he thought that the time had not yet come, and he couldn't force it, so he didn't try anymore and directly cast the Fengyun Trick,

"Stop!"

The four squad leaders had already lost their combat strength and were groaning on the ground, and just as Ling Xingchen was about to seriously injure the squadron leader with a face like a crown of jade, and ended the battle, a loud shout was transmitted into the courtyard.

Ling Xingchen could tell that it was the voice of the deputy battalion commander of Qi Tian Yinghe, and his brows furrowed.

Although this Deputy Battalion Commander He has two eyes, he is not as wise as the one-eyed dragon's Deputy Battalion Commander Tian. At that time, it was he who refused to accept him and Li Qinghan into the city defense army, and he always looked at him unpleasantly.

If you want him to stop, he'll have to clean up these bastards who gave him shit pots.

Anyway, he will be punished, if he can't do it, he will flee, he is confident that he will defeat the two deputy battalion commanders in the early stage of the middle rank of the martial arts.

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