The density of demons in the outer outer world is greater than Ian imagined. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoJust as they opened the huge door to the hall, several demons rushed in. No, it may not be appropriate to say that there is an influx, but it is more appropriate to say that they were squeezed in.

Ian, who discovered this situation, rushed out, swirled his long sword, swung out his sword qi, and slashed out dozens of demons entrenched outside the door, and fell on their kind, making a large area vacant in front of the door, and then quickly let the few people behind him take this opportunity to close the door again.

And it wasn't until this moment that Ian discovered that the outer wall crystal of the passage pillar he was in before was similar to the crystal on the top floor of the Falling Star Tower, both of which were transparent when viewed from the inside, but looked like an ordinary stone pillar from the outside.

It's just that he doesn't have the time to continue observing.

The demons who had spotted their prey had already let out a roar of excitement, and without mercy, they stepped on the bodies of their fallen counterparts and ran directly towards Ian.

Miss Julie, who had just been frightened by the influx of demons and almost screamed, suddenly felt a palpation in her heart, and her face turned pale.

The demons outside are like black-red seawater, drowning and devouring everything. At this time, Ian, who was standing outside the wall, was like a pebble thrown into the boundless ocean, afraid that he would be mercilessly swallowed by it in an instant.

As the granddaughter of a university scholar, she once followed her grandfather to see the power of a superior powerhouse, and the Sword Master was undoubtedly the same existence as a superior in her mind. But even so, she couldn't imagine that anyone could survive such a demonic tide.

Without turning her head, from the slight reflection of the transparent crystal, she could already see that her grandfather's face was just as pale and dignified as the others. Bound to the ground, Lawrence had already put on a mocking smile that disgusted her, as if she was laughing at Ian's incompetence.

She didn't know if Ian was more frightened than they were at this time, only that she was already palpitating from this dense demon, and she closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look outside.

At this moment, countless demons had crowded in front of Ian. They surrounded, squeezed, and even collided and climbed with each other, like mad dogs that had been hungry for a long time, desperately crowding out their fellow species, and stretched out their claws, wanting to tear off a piece of sweet flesh first.

However, in the face of such a scene, Ian's mood at the moment was extremely calm, and he couldn't make a ripple.

If he hadn't turned his back to everyone at this time, then everyone would have seen that the corners of his mouth had even risen in a slight arc.

Such a scene was so familiar to him, familiar to the point that it was almost numb.

Because such scenes are played out in the depths of the Purgatory Wasteland almost every day, and it is not once or twice that he has been thrown into that kind of place by Fei'er......

With a different kind of scream, an ingenious dance party officially kicked off.

The claw that reached out to Ian first was slashed out by a sword, and then Ian's body twisted, and he squeezed into the demon group like a swimming fish.

As a result, the entire demon group began to become chaotic at this moment.

They began to lose sight of Ian's exact direction, and collided with each other because of their different judgments. They keep sticking out their sharp claws, but they can't even touch the corners of their prey's clothes because of the crowding of their kind. The large demons began to trample on the smaller demons, trying to get closer to their targets from their bodies, and the smaller demons climbed up the bodies of the larger demons with similar intentions.

They begin to become anxious and irritable, and begin to feel that their fellow humans are in the way of them. And with the deliberate guidance of a certain "conspirator", a cannibalistic dance party was officially staged underground.

To be honest, Ian is really handy at dealing with such a large number of opponents with varying qualities.

Such an opponent is indeed powerful, and as long as it is entangled and restricts its ability to act, it will inevitably be swallowed by the swarming demons. It's a pity that demons are chaotic creatures after all, they don't know how to cooperate with each other, and they don't have any precise and clear commands, and the overcrowded formation makes it impossible for the strength of most demons to be fully exerted. This gave Ian an opportunity to come and go freely in such a horde of demons and stir up the storm.

Ian has learned that when fighting hordes of demons, killing is secondary, and what really matters is to steer the situation.

Constantly change position by finding or creating gaps. In this way, he adjusted the position of different demons and took their actions into his own hands, and finally indirectly commanded this group of congested opponents, interfering with each other and hurting each other. This is the secret to truly facing hordes of demons, far more efficient than killing them yourself.

Therefore, in front of the eyes of Bartlett and others, a magical scene will be staged.

The black figure was obviously engulfed by the demon group in an instant, but the congested demon group always seemed to be "willing" to leave a small gap for him, so that he could just walk through it, constantly changing his position.

The number of times this figure has slashed its sword is not very high, and not every sword can kill just one enemy. But every time he struck out of his sword, it gave people just the right feeling, just enough to hinder the movement of the demons around him, and even create space for himself to move forward.

In order to continue to observe this figure, Bartlett and the others ran up the spiral staircase and began to look down from above. And only then did they realize that although the figure seemed to be just moving forward, what he had done was much more than that.

They found that wherever he went, all the demons around him would be in chaos because of his presence.

They began to collide with each other, trample on each other, and even kill each other.

At this moment, Bartlett and the others only felt that they had seen a miracle, and this black figure was like a god spreading chaos.

None of them knew how he did all this.

On the surface, he was just moving forward without slowing down, changing his position, and occasionally swinging a sword in his hand when he was in a good mood, slashing or knocking away the demons that stood in his way.

But such a seemingly ordinary act turned all the demons around him into a pot of porridge. So much so that the number of casualties caused by the demons due to cannibalism far exceeded the number of demons he killed with his sword.

"It's no wonder that every Juggernaut becomes a legend. ”

"The Sage of the Sword is indeed worthy of his name. (To be continued.) )