These eight soldiers are fierce generals who have followed Wei Chongyan to life and death several times, it can be said that they crawled out of the pile of dead, if they are placed in any town in the mortal world, they can definitely easily establish their own power, and the hegemony is naturally not a problem.

Their strength, Wei Chongyan is naturally trusting, but the young man in the courtyard is not a paper tiger, I saw that the young man's eyes were burning, looking at the sharp blade shining with cold light in the hands of the eight people, he seemed to be very excited, and the corners of his mouth turned up to show a very satisfied smile. This kind of smile Wei Chongyan is the most familiar, it is a kind of confidence, a kind of pride, just like when he was on the battlefield, watching the enemy fall under the stubble of the iron horse, and even a little playful, which is a manifestation of the disparity in strength.

There is no doubt that Wei Chongyan's insight is very vicious, and what Chen Rui thinks at this time is inseparable from what he guessed. However, under the young man's smug smile, there was still a little bit of distress. These dead men were the subordinates of the people who invited him to drink, and they could not make random moves without scruples, and if they hurt these people, the young man's heart was a little unhappy, after all, the taste of wine in his mouth had not faded.

Just when the young man was distressed, the eight sharp blades slashed Huashan with force, and they came towards him with a brush. It is worthy of being a veteran of the battlefield, these eight knives are the eight ghost gates, head, neck, hands, feet, etc., these vital parts are their first target, a good soldier on the battlefield, not only look at the strength, the most important thing is the method and cooperation, and the method of these eight people, cooperation, just like a person's will, do not leave a gap, do not allow the young people in the field to have the slightest room for maneuver.

The bright blade of the knife, in the afterglow of the setting sun, reflected red as blood.

Wei Chongyan stared intently at the field, the young man's face was slightly red, I don't know if it was because he had just drunk wine, or the glow of the sunset, or if it was ...... At this time, his face was flushed because of anticipation, he was able to break the killing array of these eight swords, his famous Pingbian general Wei Chongyan couldn't do it, Lu Yunyuan, a martial arts genius in the city, couldn't do it, this young little brother, could he do it?

Chen Rui's spiritual sense opened, and the movements and strength of the eight people were all turned into a string of data. It's just that judging from the strength of these eight people, he only needs to condense his internal strength on the surface of his body as usual, but these eight people are brave warriors on the battlefield, and the monstrous murderous aura, even if he doesn't say anything shocking, can be conveyed through the sword body and shadow.

There are three ways to protect the body by martial arts, one is that the strong do not guard against it, the second is that the weak do not guard against it, and the third one does not guard against killing intent. The first two are very easy to understand, that is, if you can't fight, run, don't hold on; if you can fight, you must fight quickly, don't delay time, and let yourself get into trouble. This third party is talking about the momentum of the eight people, pure killing intent, without a trace of impurities, if this killing intent can be manifested, it will definitely be a spar several times redder than bloodstone.

Whether it is an ordinary martial artist or a monk who regards himself as high, when he kills, he comes out of feeling. Or hate, or anger, or annoyance, but it is rare to see these soldiers in this situation, simply carrying out orders, simply wanting to kill, without a trace of emotion in it, just "I want to kill you". People who can kill people so naturally, the martial cultivators will not resist, even if the strength of the two is far apart. This "simple" killing intent will form an invisible and indescribable blade, which will break through the invisible internal strength shield and inflict heavy damage. In that professional term, it is a strong man who has experienced the way of killing, this kind of strong man is rare, either he is a heinous devil, or these people in front of him, soldiers who are accustomed to obeying orders to kill the enemy.

The three-foot long sword went head-on, and the sleeves of his shirt were scattered. Chen Rui's internal strength can not only be attached to the body, but also to other things, such as the cuffs of his shirt. Today, because he came to the banquet, Chen Rui wore a long shirt with long cuffs, which was just enough for the internal strength to attach to it and form a practical weapon.

To be honest, although Wei Chongyan is best at strategy, he also likes to specialize in martial arts and fitness, and he also knows a thing or two about the existence of this internal strength, and he has also cultivated internal strength. But like the young man in the courtyard, he has seen the elegant and natural use of internal strength.

Chen Rui's flick of sleeves just now was very ordinary, ordinary to the point that the cook in the tent was as natural as using his sleeves to drive away flies on the table, but at the moment when the sword body in the soldier's hand and the sleeves met, he could vaguely see a tiny hole in the sleeve, and the hole was the rapid swing of the sleeve, which was obstructed by the air.

The taut cuffs were hit by the air into a high raised hill, the sharp blades in the hands of those dead soldiers were vulnerable in front of this hill, and the invisible internal strength was transmitted to the sword body through the cuffs, and the sword body began to collapse from the inside outward, this internal strength was manipulated by Chen Rui with a secret method, and began to resonate inside the sword body, and with a snap, the eight sharp blades were shattered at the same time, spreading a layer of golden iron rain on the ground.

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The eight veterans who galloped across the battlefield involuntarily rose and fell with the broken iron foam on the ground, and then their bodies were occupied by surprise and fear, and the hands holding the hilt of their knives slowly loosened. They knew that if this was on the battlefield, they would have ended up with a horse leather shroud.

Lu Yunyuan, Fengming City, and even among the martial cultivators within a radius of five hundred miles, it is difficult for anyone to stand out as a genius. He had imagined what the realm behind Wu Xiu would look like, maybe he could fight a thousand enemies, or he could enter the camp alone to pick up the head of the enemy general, but he never knew that Wu Xiu could also be so elegant and natural, just like the land fairy in the mouth of a storyteller, every move is natural, and every breath is the Tao.

Lu Yunyuan didn't know that the attack method Chen Rui was using now was the move of an ancient monk. Not to mention these eight monks on the battlefield, these moves are all in the legendary divine war, which can instantly kill the land immortals in his imagination, he will feel that it contains Tao and reason, and it is also extremely remarkable, after all, Lu Yunyuan is a mortal who doesn't even know the existence of spiritual cultivation.

Wei Liao, the adjutant standing on the side, was also surprised, he glanced at Wei Chongyan, who nodded, and then Wei Liao pulled out the saber on the waist of the guard, like a fierce tiger pounced on Chen Rui.

Wei Liao instantly rushed in front of Chen Rui, holding the sword in his right hand, his face was expressionless, he only had the sword in his hand in his eyes, and he even ignored the target to be attacked. No obstacle to the form, only trust the sword in the hand, no other and no self, there is only one sword in the vastness of heaven and earth. It's like a river flowing downstream, seemingly calm but actually implying murder.

The data obtained from Chen Rui's spiritual sense made a flash of shock flash in his originally proud eyes, because in his perception, Wei Liao was no longer a person, but a sharp sword that was about to be unsheathed, silent, but unshakable.

The so-called Tao has thousands of thousands, this Wei Liao's sword intent has begun to take shape, if there is a sword cultivation method, it will definitely become a big evil in time.

But then again, although the sword is sharp, it also has a sheath. Chen Rui would not give Wei Liao a chance, he did not retreat but advanced, and stepped forward quickly, using both hands together, tightly choking Wei Liao's arm. Wei Liao's right hand was imprisoned, and it was impossible for him to slash with his sword, so he let go of his fingers and struck with his left hand from a clever angle. Seeing this, Chen Rui immediately put aside Wei Liao's arm and wanted to fight back from the side. It's a pity that Chen Rui's mind was already expected by Wei Liao, his right hand immediately restrained Chen Rui's right hand, and the sword in his left hand slashed a beautiful arc, straight to Chen Rui's abdomen.

The battle between the two made everyone watching the battle stunned, they were like a spinning snake, Chen Rui was the tail, and the sword in Wei Liao's hand was the fangs of Shekou. Seeing that Chen Rui was about to be bitten by poisonous fangs, he seemed to be in an embarrassing situation, but in fact, Wei Liao did secretly complain in his heart. This kid's strength is very strange, obviously it is straightforward, but the moment he touches him, it turns into a gentle drizzle, enveloping him in it, and he can't control the scene at all, and the strength of his body is still passing rapidly, and his slightly trembling arms are the most direct proof.

In fact, if the two are enemies of life and death, Chen Rui has a hundred ways to kill Wei Liao in an instant, but unfortunately he still has to take care of the other party's face, so he chooses the long-term station that he doesn't like the most, he wants to exhaust Wei Liao's strength, so that he can't get up again.

At this time, Lu Yunyuan came back to his senses from Chen Rui's flick of his sleeve just now, and when he saw the two people who were deadlocked together, he was slightly stunned, and then said with relief: "General Wei, I think it's better to let them stop, if they really make a move, Adjutant Wei Liao is estimated to have died no less than a hundred times." ”

Regarding Lu Yunyuan's words, Wei Chongyan was very sure, when he befriended him before, Lu Yunyuan easily defeated several of his subordinates, you must know that it was two years ago, and now Lu Yunyuan's strength must have made a breakthrough, not to mention that it is the same as Chen Rui in the field, at least far better than Wei Liao. He thought about it quickly and said, "Brother Chen, Brother Wei, you stop, I think I've found the person I want." ”

As soon as Wei Liao heard this, if there was an amnesty, he immediately stopped pestering, Chen Rui naturally let go one step ahead of him, if Chen Rui didn't let go, Wei Liao couldn't stop. Wei Liao's face turned pale, and his limbs began to stiffen, which was a sign of detachment, but he didn't know how Chen Rui quickly consumed his strength.

Compared with Wei Liao's misery, Chen Rui was completely relaxed, a little leisurely, as if the big battle just now was someone else.

"Brother Wei, you guy with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, there is also this day, it seems that Brother Chen Rui is even more fierce than your mother-in-law in the family!" Wei Chongyan looked at Wei Liao's demobilized appearance and teased.