At first, I thought that no matter how powerful Ling Xingchen was, in the end it was only the martial arts realm, and the gap between him and the warrior realm could not be crossed by the geniuses of the heavens, even if he could leapfrog the challenge, but with the power of several warriors at the beginning level, it would not be a matter of nine out of ten to win him?

Now I found out that it was a big mistake, a big mistake. Ling Xingchen seemed to be playing tricks on them, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, or, practicing with them!

"Bastard, haven't you eaten?" the handsome squadron leader blushed.

"There is a reward for winning, and a heavy penalty for defeat!" said another squadron leader angrily.

"Bastard, look for death!" Zong Ding shouted.

"Brothers, chop him up! I invite everyone to always be in the spring!" Wei Huang shouted angrily.

“......”

Whether it is the former or the latter, it is intolerable to them.

Anger can stimulate people's fighting spirit and potential, and regardless of the consumption of Xuan Qi, they have once again raised their offensive.

"A bunch of waste, it's really a shame for the city lord, how did you raise a bunch of pigs? ”

The mood of the two squadron leaders was like a river tide, rising and falling. The effect of alcohol became more and more obvious, and they saw that it would not end for a while, so they simply sat down and watched the battle.

Ling Xingchen suddenly changed his moves, but his momentum weakened, and he was overwhelmed by the three team leaders.

The three team leaders who fell down were overjoyed when they saw this, and they didn't care about the sour feeling from their butts, so they got up again and joined the battle circle.

Gradually, everyone found that the interval between Ling Xingchen being pressed and beaten was getting longer, and the time between being pressed and beaten was decreasing, and the faces of several squad leaders turned green.

I have already discovered the clues, and I can't imagine that they who are usually majestic in Sword City have been defeated by a new soldier, a country dog, and they are still fooling them, and they are suddenly furious, as if their hearts rushed out of the raging flames, burning the sky.

Ling Xingchen's momentum was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, but it was generally rising, and now they felt that the spear in his hand had the power to sweep through thousands of armies, and it was already able to suppress their offensive.

Time passed minute by minute, and Ling Xingchen had closed his eyes at some point.

Consciousness is in the subtle artistic conception, inside, the mind and the mind are together, the mind is in harmony with the spirit, and the outside is in harmony with the mind, the qi is in harmony with the force, and the force is in harmony with the body.

The more the moves flow, the more they are done, the more natural they are, the more Ling Xingchen fights, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, the agile footwork, the fierce and domineering moves, shuttling through the siege of everyone as if entering a no-man's land, I didn't expect him to improve so fast in battle, I can't help but feel like being used as a whetstone, and my anger is even stronger.

When such a person grows up, he must be their biggest competitor, and he is more likely to crush them, the two squadron leaders glanced at each other, and they both saw each other's serious chills, and they didn't feel murderous!

What Ling Xingchen didn't know was that he had inadvertently come into contact with the Enlightenment Realm. This kind of artistic conception can be encountered but not sought, some people may not enter the realm of enlightenment once in their lives, and some people may enter the realm of enlightenment at any time, which is inseparable from talent, luck, understanding, etc.

At this moment, he was getting deeper and deeper into the realm of enlightenment, and he felt a cold killing intent.

"Divine Dragon Swing Tail!" Ling Xingchen shouted in his consciousness, holding the gun in one hand, with a wave of his wrist reversed, his body turned, and three of the besieging squad leaders did not guard against being hit, and flew upside down and fell, falling right in the area where there were cutlery fragments, and his buttocks were in close contact with the ground and were stabbed, and his expression was simply painful and sour.

was beaten like this by the recruits with their eyes closed, and it was not ashamed to die when it was passed out, so regardless of the pain, he picked up Xueliang's knife again and got up, and joined the battle again, with even more murderous intentions.

"Sweep through a thousand armies!"

Facing the frontal attack of the six knives shining with cold light, Ling Xingchen shouted consciously, and his momentum rose again, and the others had to send arrows on the string, seeing that his momentum at this moment was more fierce than before, he held the gun with both hands and swept it, and the silver tip of the spear quickly crossed their waists with precision, they didn't feel that their lower bodies were cold and swishing, the chrysanthemums were tight, and their minds were banging.

Despair and fear rose in their hearts, and they secretly said, "It's over."

The wounded soldier couldn't help but feel cold in his lower body, his legs clamped, and he clutched his crotch, hurting for them.

There was a "bang", and the hem of their armor either fell to the ground, or was cut in half and placed on the ground.

Ling Xingchen raised the spear in his hand above his head, and flew out with a spin, knocking them away in fear, the spear returned to his hand, but did not stop, continued to wave, the momentum has stabilized, but it is still climbing, and the combination of guns and sticks is about to be completed!

The pain from their buttocks made them feel humiliated, and they unconsciously reached out and touched their crotch, and found that the sleeping snake was still there, and they were relieved and relieved.

"Ouch, a few adults, I don't understand, how dare you distract yourself from fighting with me in broad daylight?" Haha" Ling Xingchen's consciousness made everything clear, as if it was the same as what his eyes saw, and he separated a wisp of consciousness and laughed at them, but it triggered a physical reaction, only to see him open his mouth and say without a phenotype.

This is not the end, his mind simulated the practice of moves and mental methods, while the wisp of consciousness led his mouth to continue: "The world is declining, as a martial artist, there is no martial arts, do you know how to respect the opponent? Alas, it is okay, I have finally seen the military rules and discipline of the city defense army, bullying the weak with more and bullying the weak, such a martial artist lacks virtue in the five elements, and lacks virtue in martial arts!"

What the hell is flying a plane? You just hit a plane, your whole family is flying a plane, you lack morality, your whole family lacks morality! Damn, you have no fucking morality, you pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

At this moment, individual squad leaders found that they had lost consciousness of the big snake, and the man was praying that everything was only temporary, otherwise he would have no face in the future.

In the air, there was a smell of garlic that had been eaten, sour, salty, astringent, and scorching.

A squad leader who was wet and cool under his ass was simply embarrassed, looking at Ling Xingchen's eyes that could spew vitality, he was the first to get up and join the battle.

Everyone is very angry, and they are very aggrieved.

Later, a group of soldiers had the same question in their hearts: Where did this earth dog come from? Even the recruits have a name, and their combat power is so fierce, it is estimated that they can kill the king of recruits, the white-clothed sword, in seconds!

There are demons every year, and this year there are especially many, first there are white-clothed swords, and there are invincible guns.

It's the first time I've been insulted like this, their eyes are fearful, unwilling, and they still don't provoke these cattle people in the future.

Looking at the moves that seemed to be becoming more and more domineering, the eyes of several squad leaders flickered, and their hearts flashed.

Such recruits would only threaten their position, and there was no doubt that there was one more competitor on the way to promotion, and they looked at each other, nodded in unison, and all made the same decision.

Ling Xingchen's combined moves with guns and sticks are indeed becoming more and more domineering, more powerful than just now, and the power is still increasing!

"Kill him, brothers!" Wei Huang shouted.

"Shut up!" The handsome squadron leader drank lightly, glanced at the other squadron leader, saw the fierceness in each other's eyes, and both picked up their own knives, made a movement to wipe their necks at everyone, and used the wind knife trick to rush over.

"Who is bold enough to murder the elite of our city defense army?"

"Bully me, is there no one in my Qitian Camp?"

The two squadron leaders drank softly.

These people can be regarded as their own soldiers, and in the future, they will coerce and lure them to take advantage of them, and they really can't take the opportunity to dispose of them, Nuoda Sword City, who knows how many people die every day?

Obviously, with the strength of the two warriors in the middle rank, with one defeat over the six warrior beginners, they are almost at the limit, and the other party is obviously only fourteen or fifteen years old, in the realm of the advanced level of martial artists, he can do it, such a talent, will definitely be appreciated by the city lord, how can he let them go today? Let them grow up and become the master of the city defense army, I am afraid that their three clans are in danger.

After thinking about it, I also had a murderous intention!

Although he fell into the realm of enlightenment, he still sensed that the two Xuan Qi fluctuations were approaching in the middle and late stages of the middle and late stages of the samurai.

The gun is the general of a hundred soldiers, the stick is the master of a hundred soldiers, and the combination of guns and sticks is naturally the respect of a hundred soldiers!

Ling Xingchen didn't seem to notice it at all, without a trace of panic, he maintained his rhythm, as if it was the natural reaction of his body, Xuanyuan's running speed increased, Xuanyuan's output was also increasing, and Xuanyuan's Fengyun Jue Xuanyuan was actually operating according to the mental method that was being created.

Dodging very casually, Ling Xingchen avoided the two primary Mithril knives that glowed with cold light, turned around, and stabbed and swept at random, disrupting the rhythm of the two.

The sound of knives and guns clashing and weapons rubbing against the air wafted out of the courtyard.

Everyone picked up their weapons one after another, regardless of the pain, and quickly surrounded the two squadron leaders who were fighting with Ling Xingchen in the middle, and the silver spear head pointed obliquely, but they found that Ling Xingchen, who was fighting with the two squadrons at this moment, was more than twice as strong as just now.

Not to mention these ordinary soldiers, even the six squad leaders can't find a chance to join the battle circle now.

The two squadron leaders are really as brave as tigers, open and close, and move forward, much stronger than the six squad leaders.

Ling Xingchen is dressed in gray, his body is sensitive, his footwork is flexible and changeable, with the newly created marksmanship, the gun is like a dragon, fierce and domineering, only to see the tip of the gun flickering like a star, and the gun dancing like snow flying and spinning,

Watching the three of them fight, especially the six squad leaders, no one dared to make a move easily.

After a stick of incense, the two squad leaders found that as long as the two of them approached to attack Ling Xingchen, Ling Xingchen's casual counterattack had a surprise effect, and as long as the two of them were five meters away, Ling Xingchen would no longer pay attention to them, and waved his spear to himself, as if he was rehearsing, and as if he was correcting his moves over and over again, and the subtlety and responsibility of the moves in Chengdu had far surpassed the Wind Sword Technique, and may have surpassed the mortal-level martial arts.

A flash of inspiration flashed in their minds, and they looked at each other, and with the same bold conjecture, this kid was in some wonderful artistic conception, and it seemed that the counterattack was all instinctive, and he might be understanding some kind of secret to learning.

Such a person is very terrifying, and it strengthens the determination of the two to get rid of him

The two squadron leaders glanced at the six squad leaders, and asked them to contain Ling Xingchen together, and the two of them could sneak attack.

After years of cooperation, they already had a tacit understanding, and they immediately understood, and they attacked Ling Xingchen head-on.

Ling Xingchen rotated the spear around his body, sweeping away the besieging people, Wei Huang glanced at Zong Ding and the others, and pinned down Ling Xingchen head-on.

However, at this moment, Ling Xingchen was no longer the strength when he entered the courtyard, in the face of the new attack lineup, he did not panic at all, but his rhythm was disrupted a little, he began to wander around the courtyard, changing directions, in fact, he was delaying time, and used his main energy on the grass creation martial arts.

The more he fought, the more he fought, and gradually the combination of guns and sticks and martial arts skills became more and more perfect, and the people who surrounded him also found that Ling Xingchen's momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and the spear in his hand was becoming more and more powerful.

He realized that this was the manifestation of the initial formation of the martial arts, and immediately named the new martial arts the Sweeping Thousand Army Spear.