Chapter Ninety-Seven: Gold and Water Fight

Glancing at the hidden master who stopped in front of him, his short and fat figure was as steady as a mountain, his eyes were introverted and bright, and the leader of the attacker took a serious look at the opponent's unsheathed long sword, which seemed to be three points longer than an ordinary saber, and couldn't help but smile slightly, even more interested.

Such a long sword, held in the white and chubby hands of Steward Clay, compared to his short melon-like size, is really a very joyful thing, I really don't know how to move later, how this Humpty Dumpty will swing this long sword that is almost the same size as his height, will he make a joke that the weapon is too long and the garlic under his feet is stumbling.

"Can you stop me?"

The tall, thin leader of the attackers asked, bowing his head.

It's not that he deliberately despises the enemy, but the advantage in height is really obvious, and it is not good to be low-key and polite. You can't deliberately crouch down to talk, right? That would be too obvious, and it might cause the other party to misunderstand that he was deliberately satirizing his short melon-like stature, which would be self-defeating.

"I guess I can't stop it. ”

The serious round face showed a habitual simple smile, and then quickly realized that this was wrong, and Steward Clay corrected his attitude in time, and said, "Your breath is stronger than mine." It's a pity that I received the great favor of the Marquis back then, and swore to protect his family, and since I have taken the oath to accept the heavy responsibility, I have to stop it. ”

"Even if you know that you will die in my hands, you have to stop it? Isn't it just to repay the favor, there is no need to die so much...... Besides, what's the harm in abandoning a middle-aged woman? With the status and status of the Marquis of your family today, you can change to a young and beautiful one at any time, so why give up your life for the sake of a shrew?"

The leader of the attackers frowned and patiently persuaded. Worried about angering his opponent, he even temporarily changed the word "brainless" to "sincerity" when he said it, in order to sound comfortable and pleasing to the ear.

The art of war is cloudy: "go to the army and strategize". According to the usual experience, this kind of earnest and determined master, once you start to do it, you often don't even want your life, it is very difficult to deal with, even if it is not the result of losing both, I am afraid that you will have to pay the price of hanging the lottery on your body, which is too cost-effective.

"It's not helpful to say more. Do it. ”

I was really afraid of something, Clay Steward didn't give the enemy a chance to make a bid, he looked at the opponent head-on, the height gap between the two was too big, and he had to tilt his head and talk to the enemy, and the momentum naturally fell down, but when he pulled out the long sword in his hand with a "bang", the fierce momentum suddenly rose to the sky, and the vigorous and majestic head was a little insufficient, but the publicity and sharpness were more than enough, and the congenital disadvantage caused by the lack of height was erased at once.

He stretched out two fingers and wiped the long and sharp blade of the sword, and a blue, watery fighting aura appeared on the sword body, and almost at the same time, blue light flashed out from Steward Clay's body, tumbling and rolling, quickly forming an azure close-fitting battle robe that enveloped the whole body.

The fighting spirit is released to form a full-body protective armor and battle robe, which is a skill that only soldiers above the middle level can have!

The fighting spirit is outward, the upper body of the battle armor, the sharp sword is unsheathed, and the mask of Mr. Yes that he deliberately pretends to be in the past, the Clay butler with thick eyebrows and a straight face is a genuine sixth-level soldier, and he is a swordsman at the peak of the sixth-level.

The fat butler with a sword in his hand was like a different person in an instant, his spirit was radiant, his eyes were resolute, just like the sharp sword in his hand, full of momentum and cold air!

"It's hard for you, you can put it off the shelf, you've been pretending to be in the house for so long, and it's so similar!"

Feeling the strong camouflage ability and patience of Steward Clay, the leader of the attacker drew the hilt of his sword, and the same fighting spirit was released, and his whole body was bathed in a slightly dazzling white light, and there was a sharp qi in the mist, which was a rare gold-based fighting qi.

is worthy of being the leader of the attackers, he is naturally suitable for assassination and other jobs that cannot see the sun, and the fighting spirit of cultivation is fierce, and the more he says it, the more sonorous it becomes, and when he talks about it, his tone is already with a chill, and the murderous aura is overflowing.

This is the additional impact of the special type of Dou Qi on the cultivator, as the level of cultivation increases, the strength increases, the Dou Qi that penetrates deep into the body will gradually transform the cultivator's physique, making it stronger and stronger, powerful and powerful, enough to carry the daily operation and release of the powerful Dou Qi. Although there are many benefits, they will also have a corresponding negative effect, gradually affecting the body and mind of the cultivator, and on the basis of their original foundation, changing their personality and thinking to a certain extent.

For example, the reason why there are relatively few people cultivating the golden fighting qi cultivated by the leader of the attacker is that this kind of fighting qi has been cultivated for a long time, which can not only effectively enhance the physical function of the cultivator and greatly improve his combat effectiveness, but also make the originally determined cultivator go to the dark side of extreme and ruthless, and when he uses a large amount of fighting qi, even his words will faintly carry the sound of gold and stone, which sounds quite harsh, and the tone of the attacker's leader's speech at this moment is not that he intends to intimidate the opponent.

If you want to reduce or even completely eliminate the influence of such ills and negative emotions, unless you find a suitable inner practice in time to practice and resolve it, and at the same time increase the study of spiritual perception, through the method of both internal and external cultivation, both the symptoms and the root causes, so that your heart can return to a state of neutrality and peace, and treat things in the world with a tolerant and generous attitude.

However, it will inevitably take a lot of precious time to do so, which is equivalent to affecting the rapid improvement of one's own cultivation, and if you want to be universally welcomed by cultivators with a clear purpose and a strong sense of utilitarianism, it is undoubtedly a legendary story like "Local Ritan", which does not exist at all in reality.

The so-called easy to know is difficult to do, and many times, there is a way to actually mean that there is no way.

People who cultivate the golden fighting spirit often value the powerful power it brings to themselves, and deliberately ignore the dark and distorted adverse consequences it brings to their personality.

Either you know the drawbacks of this aspect, but because of your own strong-willed and stubborn character, your unilateral confidence is bursting, and you feel that you can suppress evil thoughts, and as a result, you can't do it to know how to advance and retreat, know how to make trade-offs, and obviously go through hardships to get a strong power over others, and you can kill others at will, but you still have to pay attention to what kind of gentleness and humility, uphold the neutral and peaceful mentality, be strict with yourself, and treat others with tolerance and generosity, so what do you have to do to cultivate, and do you have enough to support?

Limited by his background and vision, the leader of the attacker, who was excessively pursuing strength, didn't realize why those great swordsmen, great knights, and even great swordsmen who also cultivated the golden fighting qi and successfully promoted to high-level warriors didn't turn their whole person into humanoid killing puppets because they had a strong intention to cultivate and kill, and at the same time controlled the type of fighting qi with a super strong desire?

Both sides of the confrontation have shown their weapons and made full preparations for the battle.

If it is said that the Clay steward with the sword in his hand has become one with the sword in his hand, the leader of the attacker who is in the same body and has a sharp blade in his hand, then under the possession of the golden fighting spirit, he simply directly incarnates into a cold blade itself without the slightest emotion.

The leader of the attackers with a vindictive spirit, his entire body was shrouded in white light, and his sharpness was exposed, and he felt dazzling when he looked at it, not to mention the sense of oppression that emanated from the inside out.

However, this could not frighten the fat butler with a bloody past, smiled slightly, and ignored the harsh effect brought by the cultivation of the golden fighting qi to the tone of voice, Steward Clay let out a long roar, his voice was clear, his wrist flipped, and the long blade of the sword stabbed towards the opponent first.

"Boom" a few moves were clean and neat, and four swords were stabbed out in an instant, the sword stabbed directly into the enemy's upper body, and between the swords, it sealed the enemy's left and right dodge whereabouts, and the movements were very agile, and years of forbearance obviously did not wear away his first-class swordsmanship and skills.

"Good time!"

The leader of the attackers did not retreat but advanced, and he was doubly excited to meet a good hand worthy of a battle, and he also stepped forward quickly, and with a roll of white light, he only heard a few clear sounds of "clanging" and blocked all the opponent's attack moves.

The white light and the blue light came into contact several times, so fast that people were dazzled and overwhelmed, and the attacking Steward Clay not only failed to take the lead, but took a step back on his own, slightly widening the distance from the leader of the attackers.

The sword was pointed at the calmly guarded enemy, and Steward Clay was no longer in a hurry to attack.

The previous blow had already tested the depth of the attacker's leader, and before he made his move, he knew that he was probably not the opponent of the enemy leader, and after he made the move, he was keenly aware that his original judgment was right, and there was a rather obvious gap in the strength between himself and the enemy, and it was the least level difference. You must know that the four-move sword style that stabbed at the enemy was actually taken by the enemy with only two swords, and after calmly defusing the attack, the third sword that was handed over immediately forced him to take a step back and avoid its edge!

However, what if the gap is too large? The only way to do this is to fight with all our might, and life and death can only be put aside.

Taking a deep breath, Steward Clay straightened his waist, and his round body was firmly nailed to the ground, as tall as ...... The flattened column, with a resolute look on his face, faced with a strong enemy whose combat strength surpassed him, the long sword in his hand still firmly designated the leader of the attacker, waiting for the enemy to attack.

The face of the leader of the attacker also became solemn, the sword in Clay's steward's hand was much longer than his sword, which was conducive to attack and was not conducive to defense, and he should not have put on a defensive posture, but the opponent knew the characteristics and disadvantages of his own weapons, and still decisively took a defensive position, estimating that the fight was the idea of delaying time, and he was ready to be patient and wait until the arrival of Captain Kevin and others to support.

To avoid the accident of a long night and a lot of dreams, you can only cut through the mess quickly and quickly cut off the fat man with extraordinary skills.

"Ha!" burst into shouts, the leader of the attackers exhaled and stepped forward, with a wave of his long arm, a halo of white light condensed directly covered the opponent's face, and also blocked the opponent's possibility of moving left and right in one step.

Unless he chooses to retreat in stride, Steward Clay can only take this killing move head-on.

The dazzling white mangs seemed to be white-hot flames, and before they got close, they pressed so much that Butler Clay couldn't even breathe a little, and on the surface, it seemed that the enemy just swung out a sword, but in the eyes of the master, this so-called sword was actually made of more than ten sword styles in a row, and the speed was fast, almost like a materialized white sword, one by one, one by one, interlocking and constantly rolling towards Butler Clay, enveloping his whole body, and he could not escape.

The huge pressure awakened the buried deep memory, and Steward Clay had a vague hallucination, he once again returned to the days of constant fighting, bloody and indifference, and returned to the adventurous career that could kill at any time, and the white mangs that greeted his eyes were like the scenes he had faced, dangerous and strange temptations, which made his blood boil, and the slight tingling sensation on his skin made the fighting energy in his body flow at high speed.

He snorted coldly, and his short and fat body immediately squatted slightly with his legs, driven by the potential energy of getting up and jumping, without dodging or dodging, and stabbed towards the white mangting sword that covered his whole body, and in the blink of an eye, he quickly stabbed out eight swords, and the blue sword couldn't help flickering, and the white mangs from all directions above his head had been broken between the light and the extinction!

As soon as he received the enemy's killing move, the short and fat figure of Clay Steward retreated sharply backwards, until he was more than a meter away from where he was standing.

It was only at this time that the sound of gold and iron interacting brought by the rapid exchange of hands between the two reached the ears of the nearby people, buzzing.