The speed of the cultists is also fast enough, originally the two sides were seven or eight meters apart, and they could go from starting to approaching, but they only blinked before and after, and ordinary people didn't even have time to react......

The cultists found that the other party's attention was focused on their companions, and when they launched an offensive at this time, they would definitely be able to catch the other party off guard.

"Die!"

The cultists stared at Wu Mian's figure tightly, their eyes fierce and vicious, and they gritted their teeth, as if they had seen the enemy who killed their father, and they wanted to break Wu Mian's body into pieces.

When he saw that he was about to pierce a sword through the other party's figure, he felt a flower in front of him, and the other party's figure appeared strangely on his left side.

Wu Mian urged the sword technique, and directly moved more than a meter horizontally, and the long sword in his hand followed the trajectory of the opponent's high-speed movement, and a ghost slashed against the opponent's figure.

The cultist used all his strength to stab the rain with this blow, and originally wanted to solve the other party with a sword, but as Wu Mian's figure disappeared strangely in front of him, the figure couldn't stop the car at all.

The two figures staggered.

As the cultist stood firm, he saw a hideous mouth appear on his waist and abdomen, half of his waist and abdomen were cut alive, and the blood began to flow down the trouser legs to the ground like a faucet with a switch turned on.

After Wu Mian eliminated one person with a sword, another figure turned into an afterimage and pounced directly towards Wu Mian.

Wu Mian was like a phantom under his feet, and he took a step directly, and in an instant, the figure shook the space, directly across a distance of three meters, intercepting the opponent's figure.

Seeing this scene, the cultist's pupils shook violently, and he was frightened by the other party.

Fast!

It's just too fast.

Even if he was a high-level martial artist, his own reaction and agility far exceeded that of ordinary people, but he still didn't have time to react.

According to his prediction, in just a few meters, the opponent's speed will reach at least about 60.

More than that,

When the figure moved at high speed, Wu Mian raised his sword and fell, and the cold light flashed, and under the high-speed operation, the already sharp long sword, as if cutting a piece of tofu, directly cut off the opponent's head.

This was the end of the battle.

Wu Mian's heart didn't have much turmoil.

A few days ago, he rushed into the camp of the cultists and singled out more than a dozen cultists.

In comparison, the scene in front of me seems a bit pediatric.

At this time, there was a reaction on the skill card again, and a soul power was extracted from the body of the cultist who was separated from his body.

"Abrache?"

Wu Mian's gaze looked at the other cultist, only to see that cultist fall to the ground, his chest heaving and breathing.

Wu Mian stepped forward and stared at his face.

At this moment, the cultist is no different from ordinary people, his face also shows fear and despair, and his eyes also reveal the desire for life......

"Be a good person in your next life. ”

Wu Mian plunged a sword into his eyes, straight into his brain, and saw that after his left leg kicked, he was completely silent, and then he pulled out the sword.

Now that Wu Mian has dealt with these cultists, he no longer has the guilt that would occur when he killed someone.

For him, these cult lunatics are no longer worthy of being called human.

After absorbing the soul power with the skill card, Wu Mian returned to the team.

At this moment, both Gao Yue and Lei Yang have already eliminated their opponents.

Lei Yang's expression was as usual, but Gao Yue's face was a little pale, as a seeded player in the kendo group, her combat experience was still quite useful, and she finally killed the other party with her swordsmanship.

In fact, his gun fighting skills have also been introduced, and the reason why he can't hit is mainly because of the problem with this gun, well, it's the problem with the gun.

Wu Mian looked at Gao Yue's breathing a little fast, and couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?"

Their purpose this time is to clear the entire cultist base camp, and now they are just the vanguard to deal with a few people, and they may face more cultists in the future, so it is very important to preserve their physical strength.

"I'm fine, it's just a group of martial artists, I'm okay alone. ”

Gao Yue began to brag.

In fact, the swordsmanship and footwork of these cultists are quite good, although if they fight alone, they are naturally not as good as them, but if they rush up, Wu Mian and Lei Yang don't say it, she is enough to drink a pot anyway.

But......

Now that everyone is dead, she will talk nonsense.

Lei Yang looked at Wu Mian thoughtfully, he had just seen Wu Mian mend the sword with his own eyes, and the merciless sword went down, refreshing Lei Yang's understanding of Wu Mian.

He originally thought that Wu Mian was just a good swordsman and talented, but now he found out that the other party may have also experienced the baptism of actual combat, and may even have killed people.

Looking at the other party's young and immature face, Lei Yang couldn't help but be surprised......

They say they are young, but in fact, they are already in their twenties.

But what about Wu Mian?

He is only 17 years old.

Not so long ago, I was a high school student.

"What a freak!"

Lei Yang complained in his heart.

"Hahaha......"

As he spoke, an abrupt laugh came from the jungle.

The eyes of the three of them shot in unison, and they saw a strong man in a black suit appear in the jungle, holding a sword in his hand, and stepped forward with a calm expression: "I didn't expect the military to send a few masters over." ”

As the other party approached step by step, Wu Mian only felt a strong force of qi and blood emanating from the other party.

Warriors!?

Wu Mian stared at the man's appearance, just before coming, he looked through the information of the cultists, and had a little impression of the warriors among them,

But this man ......

I don't know.

Moreover, looking at the other party's confident appearance, it is obvious that the swordsmanship is not simple, and the most important thing is the string of strange pendants hanging around the other party's neck.

Wu Mian recognized it at a glance, it was a holy object that only shamans would wear, and it was specially used for sacrifice.

It seems that the information was wrong this time.

Lei Yang asked, "Who are you, and why are you here?"

The man in the suit had his eyes half-open, and he looked like he was dozing off: "Who am I?" Ha, I just got rid of a few of my subordinates, and now you are still asking me who I am?!"

Wu Mian felt that the other party was mobilizing the power of qi and blood, as if he was pregnant with a thunderous blow, and immediately took a step forward: "My subordinates are all dead, and I can still be so calm, I deserve to be a cultist, a traitor, a trash, and a dog mongrel of evil gods...... Mota Chaze Kaku!"

Wu Mian scolded directly, taking the opportunity to vent his inner emotions.

After hearing the words of rape and cultists, the man in the suit did not have the slightest fluctuation on his face, but when he heard the latter sentence "Mota Chaze Kaku", his neck began to click and twist, and his face was more permeable and more permeable staring at Wu Mian: "Zizi...... It's so young, it's a pity, you're all going to die, and you're going to die a miserable death. ”