The camera pulls back to the depths of the snowstorm. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Three minutes ago.

Wen Nington's eyelids drooped, and his hand caressed the pendant on his chest, inch by inch, delicate and gentle, as if he was caressing his lover's room.

The six killers around him were already moving forward at a high speed, and the siege was already complete.

One seventh-order, two sixth-order, three fifth-order.

Seem...... Is the defeat a foregone conclusion?

Winnington chuckled lowly, his fingers still spinning around the pendant.

Is......

Act recklessly!

He grabbed the pendant suddenly.

The next moment.

An incomparably domineering aura rushed out from Winnington's body, and this momentum was so strong that it directly made those killers who had already rushed into the attack range stop.

Even a few of them who were a little weaker couldn't help but start to retreat.

Just by relying on the strength of the momentum, it has such power.

This man!

"Come on. Winnington didn't know when there was a huge riding spear in his hand, and it looked like the pendant that had hung on his chest before, which was also imitated from the Emperor's riding spear.

It turned out that his pendant was not just an ornament, but a magic power weapon made through the latest spatial compression technology.

At this moment, with the inexplicable momentum on his body, he is exuding a layer of substance-like qi, and the qi is blazing, and the snow around him has forgotten to fall.

"You are indeed ...... Warprint Warrior. The seventh-order Wind Demon Assassin, the strongest of the Demon Seed Killers, tightened the dagger in his hand with some uneasiness.

Although the war paint system has long been lost in the years in the most widely circulated theory on the mainland, in fact, people like him have access to some secrets.

Of course, you know that the war paint system has never disappeared, it has only become more mysterious and powerful.

At the beginning, human beings extracted the war paint from the demon seed, and wanted to learn the war pattern like learning the magic pattern, but soon, they found a fatal flaw, that is, the magic pattern can accumulate spiritual power by meditating the magic pattern, so as to become more powerful, and the war pattern, but there is no way to accumulate power, human beings do not have a natural magic pattern, and they can't create a borrowed product that can directly absorb the energy between heaven and earth like the demon seed, so the war pattern was quickly abandoned by the mainstream.

It's about to really disappear into the years.

At this moment, a genius martial artist creatively added the cultivation methods of ancient martial arts that were about to become extinct on the continent at that time to the war paint system, thus successfully creating the first feasible war paint cultivation system.

Thousands of worlds.

This warrior himself became the ancestor of the War Paint Warrior.

But the good times didn't last long, because the ancient martial arts were completely in a state of extinction at that time, and even the remaining ancient martial arts schools had no idea of reviving the ancient martial arts at all, so they all had an attitude of cherishing themselves.

So even if that genius martial artist created a way to save the fate of ancient martial arts by integrating ancient martial arts into the battle paint system, not many people were willing to try, let alone show their secret skills to the public, and even more, some stubborn old guys also directly accused that genius martial artist of not respecting the ancestral family law, and had already embarked on an evil path, and also called on ancient martial arts cultivators across the continent to punish him.

Of course, no one pays attention to them, but no one pays attention to the War Paint system anymore.

Because the secret method of cultivating ancient martial arts is too difficult to obtain, the hard work required to cultivate ancient martial arts is dozens of times greater than the hard work required to become a magic pattern warlock.

Over time, except for some wealthy families who themselves possessed the secret methods of ancient martial arts cultivation and some ancient martial arts schools with deep enough foundations, gradually no one studied the war pattern system anymore.

Gradually, the most mainstream argument on the mainland appeared, and the war paint system had dissipated in the smoke clouds of history.

But in fact, the war paint has not disappeared, it has only flourished in the shadows of the world.

Moreover, because of the huge amount of mental power required to cultivate ancient martial arts, often a formed battle pattern martial artist would far exceed the combat power of a magic pattern warlock of the same level by several times, or even dozens of times.

The current situation is that a formed war-painted warrior is facing enemies several times his size.

But they're not magicians, they're demons.

But the end ......

No different.

"What are you talking about so much nonsense. Winnington still chuckled lowly, and he raised his gun, the sharp tip of which hummed low in the snowstorm.

The dense qi that came out of the gun's body broke through the layers of wind and snow.

"Come on!" he roared, his body moving wildly.

One step out, it is invincible.

"Tear-"

Violent breath continued to erupt from him, and the wind in the oppressive air let out humiliating moans and groans.

"Retreat!" those highest-ranking seventh-order wind demon assassins among the killers shouted urgently, this terrifying momentum ......

Could it be ......

"Tear--" Wen Nington stepped step by step, the wind and snow in the air were torn inch by inch like cotton wool, and the snow on the ground could not withstand the terrible pressure and shattered a little.

He is like the most powerful king, and everywhere he goes, no one dares not to submit to him.

"Captain, you can't go back. A sixth-order frost warrior in the killer said anxiously.

Their originally intact formation had been shattered by Wennington's strong momentum, and now if they blindly retreated, they would definitely be chased and killed by Wennington one by one.

You know, Winnington's speed is also not slow!

"Fight!" The seventh-order Wind Demon assassin known as the captain gritted his teeth fiercely, the power of his whole body surging wildly, and a seventh-order strongest death breath combined with the dagger made of templar alloy in his hand, directly recoiled towards Winnington with a shadow step.

This is a life-and-death style of play.

The others saw their captain working so hard, and they also used their housekeeping skills one after another, and for a while, the ice and snow and the wind danced together, and a group of people rushed to Wennington according to the barely outlined siege formation.

In this regard, Winnington just stepped forward and moved forward.

"Tear-"

The wind was blowing.

Heavy snowfall.

I only broke it with one shot.

"Ba-" Winnington roared out a word, turning his gun in his right hand.

"Boom-" An incomparably domineering aura poured out of Winnington's body, rushed into the cavalry spear, and finally turned into a shockwave that seemed to be like a substance, and blasted all around.

For a while, the wind and snow were empty, and the world was distracted for a moment.

And the gun.

The gun.

"Poof—"

"Uhhh

Pierced the body of the seventh-order Wind Demon assassin with a ferocious stab, his heart, before he could perform his strongest blow.

It wasn't until the spear had completely penetrated the body that a slight sound like a wind chime sounded.

The world is restored.

Wind and snow are falling.

Winnington raised his gun into the air, along with the man he had impaled.

He looked at the man coldly.

The man was looking at him too.

"Overlord...... He who...... Across...... ......"The captain said with the last of his strength," said the captain, with the last of his strength.

"Ten sides are invincible. Winnington nodded and responded.

Silence.

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