Just as Shi Yuan exclaimed, Wang Yue jumped up from the bow of the ship on tiptoe, and more subtly transformed his mana into a "sword wind", impacting the air behind him, pushing his body like a rocket into the air, and killing the warrior of the technical strike battalion closest to the ship.

"What do you want to do, sir?"

The samurai of the technical battalion was like an ordinary person from the country, and when he saw a hostile samurai approaching, his face was full of surprise, but he was not slow, and he had already grasped the weapon that was hidden on the side, ready to resist at any time.

The warriors of the technical attack battalion not far from him didn't need to be greeted, they each leaned over with him as the center, ready to fight together at any time, and farther away, the two warriors who could enter the top position were not slow, and the ground that rushed under their feet exploded, and they approached Wang Yue's target samurai at high speed with the power of recoil.

Wang Yue's action was like stabbing a hornet's nest, stirring up all the warriors of the technical attack battalion here.

"Boom!"

Wang Yue released a sword wind in front of him to impact the air, creating a reverse impact, easily pressing down the figure that rushed forward, but suddenly released the power sideways, and the impact drove the body to turn in a strange posture, shooting directly at a warrior from the technical attack battalion who came to help on the side.

The samurai of the technical strike battalion had a solemn look on his face, and regardless of it, he sharply drew his sword blade and rushed forward to meet it.

Knowing that the person who came was too powerful, he didn't even care if his body could bear it, and the extreme transformation ran the qi in his body to burst out of the sword.

Regardless of the strength and speed of this sword, it will never lose a single blow to any of the high-ranking samurai.

He didn't want to hurt the enemy, he only wanted to be able to block it a little and drag the enemy down.

So he had a companion come around him and join him in slaying the great enemy.

Wang Yue looked at his actions, and suddenly knew that the warriors of Cai Guo's technical attack camp were much more powerful than Shen Guoyin's group of peers.

But he was not afraid, and with the thrust of the sword wind, his body and sword were united, causing the blade of the sword to stab a lightning bolt in mid-air.

Seeing that the blade was about to collide with it, his figure suddenly turned at a high speed. Unexpectedly, he let the other party blow, and his body swirled past him, and the bronze sword in his palm rotated with him and pulled out a circular arc of light, which just wrapped the waist of the warrior of the technical strike battalion in it.

The two of them touched the score. The warrior of the technical attack battalion was still in place, and Wang Yue appeared behind him silently.

"North wind, north wind. The warrior of the technical attack battalion muttered two words, and there seemed to be an extra line of blood in his waist and abdomen out of thin air, and then the whole person fell to the ground softly. He didn't die for a while, but he lost his combat effectiveness and could only wait for death.

Wang Yue didn't look at it, and his backhand urged the qi transformation with all his might, cutting out a powerful sword wind behind him.

The sword wind, which was originally invisible, was condensed with too strong force, and a transparent ripple was stirred in the air, passing over the blade in his palm, cutting out a fan with a diameter of four or five zhang, affecting a street intersection at the entrance of the port within the range.

There was a strange tearing sound.

Where the ripples passed. Several trees were cut and lodging, two wooden pillars of a house were broken, and the walls were torn open with a gap.

A warrior of the technical battalion was caught off guard, and hurriedly drew his sword to try to block, but under the lack of energy gathering, he was swept by the ripples, and the blade was cut into two pieces, and then his body fell to the ground with his head separated.

"North wind. The rest of the martial arts battalion warriors exclaimed.

The North Wind warrior Bai He, excellent swordsmanship, once killed the prince of Suiguo in the north. But he was able to retreat under the encirclement and suppression of the country, and he was extremely famous in the entire Cai country, how could the warrior of the technical attack battalion not know his signature stunt sword style, as well as his smart and weird, ever-changing but lightning-fast body?

Just as they were alarmed, Wang Yue jumped up. Moving forward and circling and slashing, it set off a storm of blades.

"White River cold autumn. ”

All the surrounding warriors of the Strike Camp drew their swords in horror and began to parry the invisible cuts coming from all directions.

In the distance, Dongmen Ting saw that the three warriors of the technical strike battalion were swept into the center of the storm, and he screamed in his heart, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he turned his hand and pulled out a small sword from his waist. With a surge of strength in his whole body, the little sword cut through a hundred steps in an instant, and hit the mid-air Xiangyue.

This sword, Dongmen Ting condensed the strength of his body, and tons of power were condensed on a sword in a wonderful way, inspiring the small sword to rotate and shoot out, and it was extremely powerful, which actually made Wang Yue feel a feeling in his heart that he was going to be killed by a modern anti-materiel rifle.

"Brush!" The hovering body flipped and suddenly settled in mid-air, letting go of the small sword.

The small sword struck the wall of the house behind it, and like a solid cannonball out of the chamber, it easily pierced the wall and everything behind the wall, blasting the stone house through two large holes.

Stone houses are like this, if they hit people, I am afraid that they can shatter the whole person.

Dongmenting took out a sword, but he didn't stop, turning over one sword after another.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Seven flying swords slashed through the air, prompting a thunderous sonic boom.

Six of the small swords, all with amazing predictions, either sealed in front, or blocked, or shot to the ground, or hit the side, the Wang Yue's movement range was blocked in a small area, but the last one went straight into the center of the blockade circle.

This kind of flying sword technique is really amazing, no matter its power or the subtlety of its use, Wang Yue can't cope with it by relying on the sword wind alone.

"Peng!" his high-speed figure suddenly stopped.

"Hit?" said the Strike Battalion warrior excitedly.

Dongmen Ting sneered on his face, his tracking and wisdom were far inferior to Mr. Yi's, and his swordsmanship was also ordinary, but only this flying sword technique with the power of more than ten hits was even praised by a super-level warrior, and there were not a few high-ranking warriors who died under his flying sword technique.

But the sneer on his face froze, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Wang Yue in disbelief.

Wang Yue, who was hit by a small flying sword comparable to a cannonball, just shook it and stopped.

"How is this possible?"

However, Wang Yue had already launched an offensive again, and his body was pushed by the sword wind at different angles, sometimes sweeping on the ground, and suddenly rising into the air, only to move forward in a straight line, and in an instant, he had already turned to the side, and even retreated with his body.

Its body moves as fast as thunder and ghostly, without the slightest pattern or sign at all, making people dazzled and not knowing how to deal with it.

From time to time, he would burst into the side of a relatively lonely samurai.

The lone warrior swung his sword to meet the attack, but as soon as the sword came out, he found that he had shot to the side of a warrior who came to his aid, turned around, and took a good big head, and before he could be surprised, Wang Yue's figure actually rolled back upside down.

Taking advantage of the fact that his sword had swung out of the stall that he could not retract, he took advantage of the gap and raised his hand to cut his chest open.

"Brush, brush, brush!"

Wang Yue stood on tiptoe and rose into the sky, letting go of three sword blades that slashed from various directions.

The three warriors of the Combat Battalion below were waiting for him to land, so that they could calmly kill him.

Instead, he swung a sword wind and propelled his body sideways into the air, landing diagonally on the top of a house.

With a little bit of strength, it was like a human sword in one, shooting directly at the Dongmen Court who shot the sword at him before. (To be continued.) )