For Luo Yang, there are only two difficulties in completing this task.

One is to find the goal.

If the leader of the enemy army stays in the Chinese army and does not come out, in this battlefield where there is no great sage, then the task will be unsolvable.

The second is to kill the target independently.

This Luo Yang didn't dare to guarantee it, because he didn't know the strength of the other party yet.

So far, the most powerful enemy he has killed is Hua Da, a fourth-level martial artist.

And judging from the results of the battle at that time, it is very likely that he will be able to fight a few times when the saint goes down.

So, when this leader, who was cheered by the sergeants, appeared in front of the battle, trying to boost morale.

Luo Yang knew his chance had come.

A slight inspection of the wound revealed that only a thin layer of blood scab had formed, and it was estimated that if the movement was a little larger, the wound would be reopened.

But he knew that he couldn't wait, if he let other demons hurt half of the target's hair, it wouldn't be his own kill.

Calming down, Luo Yang slowly moved towards the death line.

Along the way, he looked around to see where he could be used as a suitable ambush spot, and he had to clear the level with one blow.

Of course, in his current state, he is likely to only have the power of one blow.

At the same time, as a figure stamped over the heads of the cheering soldiers, the whistle abruptly stopped, and only the epilogue echoed across the battlefield for a long time.

The Jin Shuai who appeared in Luo Yang's sight was a middle-aged man wearing light gold armor and a blue cloak on the back.

On the face without a helmet, the thick eyebrows have a pair of small eyes, but the sharp gaze brought out between the opening and closing, combined with the slightly upturned corners of the mouth, gives people a sense of looking at the world.

In addition, the cross heavy sword he dragged in his hand, the thickness of an adult's thigh, was placed together with the light armor he was wearing, giving people a slight sense of disobedience.

Light armor means light and agile.

Heavy weapons, means power.

The light and agile huge power, no matter how weird you think, it is obvious that its exercises and swordsmanship are relatively special.

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At this time, Luoyang was 30 meters away from the target.

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After Jin Shuai appeared, he did not directly rush into the enemy formation to kill, but stuck the heavy sword on the ground with his backhand.

Then, like butterflies shuttling between his hands, he made various gestures from time to time, occasionally slapping his palm on the body of the sword, making a buzzing sword sound.

Luo Yang watched intently, but he didn't stop moving, and the demon beasts around him gave him a perfect cover.

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At this time, it is 20 meters from the target.

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After a full cup of tea, with Jin Shuai's heavy slap, the giant sword flew out.

Its momentum is like a dragon's electricity, and it is actually stabbed 10 meters away in a flash.

Then there was a roundabout, and the 10-meter radius centered on Jin Shuai began to pierce and slash back and forth.

Countless demon beasts were cut off into a few pieces, and countless demon beasts came one after another to send them to death.

Sword Immortal?

Luo Yang's eyes widened as he looked at the heavy sword flying up and down, and he almost thought that he had worn the Xianxia section again.

But then again, this otherworldly version of the flying sword is really not ordinary.

You must know that among these demons who have been ground into pieces of meat, there is not only one four-grade forging body, but they have also been broken by one sword.

Of course, there is a reason why the demons did not open their talents, but it also proves the sharpness of the sword.

Comparing the introduction of the level of martial artists on the Bibo cheats, Luo Yang immediately understood that this leader, who could easily control the attack range of 10 meters, was a fifth-level martial artist.

I was secretly vigilant in my heart, but I was still slowly moving closer to the goal.

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The distance at this point is 15 meters.

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Jin Shuai is concentrating on controlling the clearing of the flying sword, but the flying sword will land and take a break from time to time.

This is not a lack of source energy, but as the tip of the gun of the entire army formation, the rhythm of the attack must be controlled by him.

However, when he was controlling the sword duel, he could not move, and if he wanted to move forward, he could only stop for a while and continue to activate after moving.

Time passed slowly, and as more and more demon beasts were killed, the morale of human beings began to improve, and they gradually stabilized their positions, and even had a counterattack.

Luo Yang realized that he couldn't wait any longer.

Otherwise, when the demon beasts around him are killed, he will become the target of everyone.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were still a few friendly troops in front of him, Jin Shuai also suspended the sword duel to advance, and Luo Yang made a quick decision.

instantly activated the combination technique with Zhu Yu and Zhu Tu's two talents as the core, which he nicknamed [Yu Tu].

Looking at the entire battlefield from God's perspective, you can clearly see:

A cloud of golden light erupted from somewhere on the battle line, and a thick ripple of air erupted forward.

It blew up several demon beasts blocking the route, leaving behind a vacuum cave wall composed of blood beads and broken flesh, and a short distance of 15 meters suddenly passed, appearing in front of Jin Shuai like a teleportation.

Jin Shuai, who had a different intuition, only had time to tilt his head sideways, as if he wanted to see what was happening.

On the contrary, it was the source qi of the flesh body that felt the air pressure, condensed into a strand on its own, and suddenly stopped Luo Yang.

It was precisely because of the blockage of this source qi that he was not smashed like those unlucky demon beasts.

Instead, he was pierced through the chest by Luo Yang's unicorn, and with the huge force that followed, he crashed into the military formation behind him like a bowling ball.

There was a loud bang, and after the buffer of dozens of soldiers, Jin Shuai, whose flesh and blood were blurred and his sternum was shattered, stopped flying upside down.

Leaning softly against the corpse of a soldier, he spat blood from his mouth, looking like he was about to die.

But he didn't forget to stretch out his hand and point at Luo Yang and shouted: "Catch ~ Catch him!"

It was only then that the human army reacted and screamed in horror.

"Protect the marshal!"

"Catch that monster!"

"Medic!"

"Kill him, kill ......"

Luo Yang glanced at Jin Shuai with some annoyance, of course he knew that the other party was not dead, and his presence in this scene was proof of this.

Tearing off a piece of fabric from the clothes of the dead corpse next to him, Tuan Bar Tuan Bar stuffed into the wound that burst open again.

He didn't have time to fight with his minions, his physical strength was running out with the loss of blood, and he had to take out the target before the humans could besiege him.

The dazzling golden light lit up again, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The hideous expressions of the human soldiers around them, against the backdrop of the golden light, seemed to carry a hint of holiness, just like the witnesses gathered in the square on the night of the Good Friday.

Their chief, the great commander of Jin,

He's dead.

There are no bones left.

Together with several surrounding medics and guards, they were blown into a cloud of blood by the golden light.

When they wanted to take revenge in grief and anger, they found that the white-skinned demon that turned into golden light was gone.

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In front of the Welcome Pavilion of the Heavenly Temple, all the visitors from the blue waves have gathered here, except for the big flowers.

The flower saint stood in front of everyone, clapping the folding fan with his hand, and looked around boredly.

Yan Fei was half a step behind, and said goodbye to the temple steward who came out to send him off:

"Steward Luo, please come back, I waited for the letter from the master of the palace, and I had to return in the middle of the night, but it was disturbing. ”

The steward shook his hand hurriedly:

"What Brother Yan said, I'm afraid that the subordinates will not entertain him well, and he will surprise the Holy Son......"

Before he finished speaking, the Great Son of Hua interrupted impatiently:

"You two are finished, let's go!" After that, he ignored everyone present, and called Hua Er, who had a sad face, to walk down the mountain.

Yan Fei arched his hand again, and said apologetically to the embarrassed steward:

"Steward Luo, there was a little awkward quarrel between my young master and Miss Gui, so I was in a bad mood, please don't take it to heart.

Yan Fei retired first. ”

As he spoke, he owed a little debt, said goodbye to the steward with a stiff smile, and quickly caught up with the flower saint who was going first, and went straight to Huangxi Town.

At this moment, just after the middle of the night, the moon is hiding somewhere.

In response to that ancient poem,

The moon is dark and the wind is high......