Section 6: The Parliamentary Sentai (II

When encountering an opponent like a fanatic, there is no room for mercy at all, and that is to make trouble for yourself - so Townsend began to kill him!

As his opponent's blood splattered into the sky, Townsend half-turned, and another slightly shorter long sword flipped out from under his ribs, slicing through the shoulder of the second madman with a flash of cold light. Then he leaped into the air, put his feet together, and stomped on the face of the third madman with maximum force.

"Poof!", the unlucky maniac's face was gone, and he still didn't have a chance to lift his sword.

Towngson, who had already drawn his twin swords, was not idle, his body spun and landed, his hands spread out like wings, and the shining cold light dragged through the waists of the two madmen.

"Ahh And the fanatic with a completely sunken face began to fall down, and the two fanatics who were cut in half began to spurt blood.

In just one shot, Townsend has dealt with five fanatics, he is like a lightning bolt, you can see but can't dodge, and he is like a servant of death, with clear thinking and vicious attacks, and the bald heads next to him don't even have a chance to call "xiǎo heart"!

"Isn't this an ability?!You're telling me it's not an ability?!" Prairie Black Hawk almost fainted, he grabbed the collar of the fire master next to him and yelled, "Your eyes are covered in bitch underwear?

"Yes!" the spitting Flame Master was so ashamed and angry that he jumped off his horse without bothering to wipe his face, waved his hands, and beckoned the rest of his companions to surround him—but Townsend had already rushed into the crowd, and the gray figure swirled in a disorderly flicker in the crowd, and two long swords with cold light stabbed or slashed at the bloodline of the madman.

Townsend's offensive was unstoppable, and the fanatics were like lambs to the slaughter. There were screams and blood splatters, and just as the Flame Masters surrounded them, seven more madmen lay down!

"Dark Assassins surround you!" Seeing his maniacs falling down, Prairie Black Hawk's eyes were red, and he screamed wildly: "Give me a bow and arrow!"

Killing the enemy freely, Townsend scared others, and by the way, scared himself.

To be fair, at least half of Townsend's heart was born for killing. As long as he enters the state of war and killing, killing people is no different from cooking and cutting vegetables, slicing if he wants it, chopping it if he wants it, without the slightest hesitation. But what he didn't expect was that after combining with the ability, his killing methods would become so sharp that he could rush into the group of fanatics.

The Freatic is known for being the Dawn Council's training for war, and is one in a hundred in terms of physique, force, and stamina.

Originally, Townsend estimated that if he rushed into the crowd of fanatics and threw five or six enemies at a time, he might have to hang some color, but he didn't think about it, and he put down fifteen of them, not to mention that he didn't feel tired unscathed. In fact, not only Townsend, but no one present expected this result.

Townsend's eyes were too poisonous, his speed was too fast, and the fanatics without formation were too fragile, and Townsend found his only weakness.

It stands to reason that this result should not have happened, because the battle in front of us is not simple, and there is a moral of competition behind it. It can be said to be a contest, or it can be said to be a "cultural fight" in martial arts, what you want is convincing, not life and death. Besides, everyone is a person with status, and you have to cherish the feather máo, and you have to be careful about the impact when you do it.

On the West Coast, the tribesmen valued fame and revered heroes more than the inlanders.

Although the Dawn Council is an external force, it also has to follow the customs of the locals and convince people with virtue. Therefore, the Prairie Black Eagle also adhered to this principle in his actions this time, and did not besiege Townsend as soon as he got started - the paranormal and the samurai have their own way of fighting, and the specific way of dealing with them is also different, if you dare to use it, then you are a despicable person, and your reputation will be ruined.

But Prairie Black + Passion Eagle is a thousand calculations, but it can't count Townsend's fighting principles. Townsend, the leader, was a halfway monk, and he didn't know the rules at all. In fact, even if Townsend knew, he was a pragmatist, and it was hard to say whether he would follow the rules or not - you all surrounded me, and I was polite to you!

Therefore, when Townsend jumped down with a sword, when he drew his sword at the beginning, and when he was a two-sided hun to kill people, Prairie Black Eagle was so entangled in his heart: What is your identity? How do you want to fight? Hundan, don't you lose your ability when you hold the sword, and still look righteous and awe-inspiring? Lao Tzu already has a thousand knots, do you know?

It can be seen that if your cultivation is not deep enough and your strength is not strong enough, don't play the trick of convincing others with virtue.

However, Townsend knew that this was going to be a bad thing, because the rhythm set before would be beaten - if five or six madmen died, the other party might not go crazy immediately, but after half of the madmen were killed and wounded, if the bald heads could endure it, unless they were all turtles!

After putting down another fanatic beside him, Townsend glanced into the distance with his peripheral vision, and found that the bald heads really couldn't hold their breath, and the xiǎo combination of sèsè had already surrounded him. Among them, there are people with "swish", some people with "fluttering", and monsters with knives cutting their bodies as they walk......

If you don't do it, Townsend will kill harder, and it will be like this, and it's nonsense to say anything, it's better to kill two more to reduce the pressure.

So he decided to go all out and do whatever it takes.

When the longsword in his right hand stabbed into the enemy's body and cut it down, with a "dang" sound, the longsword in Townsend's left hand also stuck to the knife of another fanatic—the deconstruction ability invaded along the metal, instantly turning the opponent's sword into an extension of the long sword, and then pulled and dragged it, and smashed it flat on the shoulder of the original owner!

With a "bang", the maniac's neck broke and his body flew up. The sword continued to move forward with the sword, and the next moment it struck the madman next to him, breaking him in half. Then Townsend retracted his ability, and the knife spun and flew away, causing a few approaching fanatics to be luàn, and after a crash, the ownerless knife was blocked by them and flew to the periphery.

A thin xiǎo and yin quietly approached xiǎo's bald head couldn't dodge, and was hung up by a blade and broke a tui. As he began to wail, Townsend repeated his right-handed sword, snatching another sword and throwing it out, causing a hunluàn in the other direction.

While the other party was busy coping, Townsend was on tiptoe and rushed to the weakest point of the fanatic, as if he wanted to escape-"whoosh!" The feather arrow flew in, and it was broken by the wind and dance before he could die, but Townsend was also blocked, and the fanatic behind had already caught up.

Townsend put his hand behind him and swung his body sideways.

"xiǎo heart!" This time, the fire master behind finally sensed the power of the strange power and shouted a warning: "xiǎo heart!"

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the mud and rocks splashed, causing the bald heads in the vicinity to bleed!

The people who were hit by the mud and gravel were lucky, and a circular cover with a diameter of more than ten meters flashed out at the center of the explosion, and the three maniacs who were covered in it were like being struck by lightning, and the bodies that rushed forward were immediately frozen in place, but they kept shaking violently, and streams of blood rushed out of their bodies, and they were immediately stirred into smoke by invisible forces.

In less than one breath, the entire hood turned scarlet!

"Hurry up the berserkers, get back, the Dark Assassin step forward!" the Flame Master ordered with hatred: "He's starting to use his abilities, it's a burst!"

It took a full ten seconds for the hood to crumble, and the three fanatics inside were reduced to a mess of mud.

"Miscellaneous! shameless! I can't spare you!" the steppe black eagle who commanded the battle screamed, he was also experienced in a hundred battles, but it was the first time he had encountered such a difficult battle.

The actual loss is not big, but he is aggrieved, and he is so angry that he smokes.

The Dark Assassins took over the heavy casualties of the berserkers, armed with two daggers and agile movements, not as fast as Townshend, but more agile. If you don't need a dagger, you will jump around Townsend, as if you have a spring under your feet, just like a swarm of mosquitoes "buzzing" around you. From time to time they sprinkle some powder out, and it's not a good thing to have both white and black.

A single roar can't catch up with them, and a series of roars is a killer feature, and Townsend doesn't want to use it right now.

Townshend's figure flickered, trying to find a chance to lose two of them first, but these dark assassins cooperated very well with the Flame Master, and whenever Townsend was about to open, there were always seven or eight roars that locked him at the same time, which was still very powerful. Townsend had eaten the pain of this thing, and he had to avoid it. So this back and forth, Townsend's speed advantage was negated.

Townsend recast the blast, but there were flamemakers in every direction, and they would be the first to give a warning. The Dark Assassins are very ghostly, although they can't feel the ability, they can see Townwend's movements, so when Townsend moves sideways, they will also move in the same direction - the power of the explosion is great, but the reaction time is relatively slow, and it can't catch them at all!

Townsend was already feeling the pressure, and the more he fought, the more he felt restricted, not to mention that there was still a circle of archers on the periphery. He didn't feel impetuous, he just felt a little regretful, because the current record was still some distance from the goal he set for himself.

An excellent, orthodox junior anomalist, even if he is as talented as himself, can only do this?

Fortunately, others couldn't hear Townsend's thoughts, otherwise they would all be alive and dead--for the kind of damage Townsend had caused, seven or eight junior Abilities couldn't even think of doing it tied together! Not to mention anything else, Townsend's brazenness could be used by three Junior Abilities!

The Flame Masters felt the deepest feelings about Townsend's shamelessness, so they had the same idea that they must take him down!

With the joint efforts of various groups, Towngson's range of activities became more and more xiǎo, and was gradually shrunk into a circle of thirty meters, which had reached the standard of "encircling and annihilating the enemy" of the Flame Division.

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Uh-huh. Summon a commuter pass!

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