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The five long swords that stabbed Ye Chun's body only let out a roar during the collision.

The next moment, in the five pairs of shocked eyes, Ye Chun's body only shook slightly, and then immediately returned to normal.

Moreover, he also wheeled the long sword in his hand frantically, swept from right to left, and drew a brilliant half-moon in front of him.

The five 'strong men' never dreamed that the enemy in front of them would not dodge or dodge their attacks, and strongly chose to fight with two defeats and fear of injury.

What they didn't expect was that the armor, which had been 'overestimated' by the five people as much as possible, actually blocked the stabbing of five long swords full of fighting energy.

This situation almost frightened five people in an instant.

Now, however, they don't have that terrifying time.

Because, Ye Chun's long sword didn't leave them time to think, and it had already slashed all the way in front of them.

Ye Chun doesn't know how to be vindictive, and he hasn't learned any martial arts.

He knew that he couldn't compare to five people in this regard.

Even, even if you pick one of these five people at random, you will be many times stronger than yourself in this regard.

The only thing Ye Chun could rely on was the perverted physique and strength that made Pang Yeyu terrified, as well as the set of anti-heaven treasure armor on his body that was only one step away from entering the 'legendary' realm.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Ye Chun never thought about entangling with five people.

His only chance of winning is to trade injuries for injuries and lives for lives.

It is better to break one of its ten fingers than to break it!

Ye Chun did just that.

Even if you are desperately injured, you have to deal with one or two first.

And the final result of Ye Chun's madness was also extremely shocking.

I saw that wherever the silver light of his long sword went, a burst of blood light immediately exploded, and the sound of metal rubbing into the flesh sounded.

At such a close distance, if the limit is counterattacked, even if the five people are all 'strong', where can they dodge.

The first two people who were swept by the 'Half-Moon Scimitar' were directly cut in two, and they didn't even have time to scream.

The remaining three people were lucky because the first two sad companions blocked it and dodged it quite exceedingly, leaving only a deep blood mark on their chest.

With just one sword, Ye Chun almost cut off the five 'strong men' collectively.

Such a scene, falling into the eyes of a group of enemies, was as shocking as a lizard defeating five dragons.

The attack on the position of the Reading Regiment was also slowed down in an instant, giving the sergeants of the Reading Regiment a rare breath.

On the contrary, such a scene fell in the eyes of the sergeants of the Reading Force, but it made their morale soar.

For a while, the shout of 'Commander is invincible' soared into the sky, resounding throughout the dark sky.

"This guy is really crazy!"

Blood gushed out from the ruptured breastplate like a spring, and the remaining three 'strong men' clenched the long sword in their hands, standing under the 'wall' and pointing at Ye Chun at the 'head of the wall', but they didn't have the courage to rush up again.

Ye Chun's almost suicidal attack just now had completely frightened them.

They've never seen anything like this fighting a dead end.

With his own strength, he was hit by the full strength of the five 'strong men' without dodging, even if he had that invulnerable armor, the fighting spirit of the five people would inevitably be able to shake his internal organs into serious injuries.

This guy is totally trading his life for his life!

"Poof......

Just when the remaining three 'strong men' were still thinking about this problem, Ye Chun, who was above the 'wall', had already confirmed the conjecture of the three with his own actions, and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

However, his body was still motionless, straight as a javelin, and his eyes were still sharp, as cold as a knife's edge.

"This guy is really injured!"

Glancing at each other, all three of them saw a sparkle in each other's eyes.

At the same time, gritting their teeth, the three of them nodded heavily, raised their long swords and burst into the air with fighting spirit, soaring into the air like a big bird, and pounced on Ye Chun on the 'wall' from the bottom up.

The three of them didn't believe that under such a serious injury, the madman in front of them still had the ability to resist.

The silver-gray fighting aura light became extremely dazzling at that moment, and in the face of a strong enemy, the three of them all took out the ability to press the bottom of the box and slashed the long sword in their hands towards Ye Chun.

"Slash!"

"Pick a thorn!"

"Cross Strike!"

Three loud shouts, accompanied by three silver lights, echoed throughout the night sky.

Ye Chun looked at the powerful attack that rushed towards him, and his eyes flashed with indomitable determination.

Avoid?

Ye Chun never thought of it.

Besides, with Ye Chun's half-baked martial arts level, he couldn't avoid it.

Standing in the wind pressure caused by the violent fighting spirit, Ye Chun at this time really has the kind of artistic conception in Mr. Jin's novels, 'it is strong by it, the breeze floats on the hills, it is horizontal, the bright moon shines on the river, it is ruthless and it is evil, give me a breath of true breath'.

Of course, now Ye Chun's mind can't think of such a profound martial arts conception.

At this moment, he simply felt by his intuition that he should face it without moving, no matter how powerful it was.

It was as if there was another voice in his body that did not allow him to give birth to thoughts and actions to avoid, as if he would lose some kind of dignity if he thought like that.

This feeling was amazing, and even made Ye Chun clearly feel a trace of anger provoked by the ants.

"Such a weak force dares to kill me? Mole ant, I will judge you with my own hands!"

With an evil look on his face, Ye Chun looked at the three long swords that slashed at him with disdain, and a pair of black eyes began to gradually turn purple.

But then, Ye Chun was immediately shocked by what he said, especially the sentence 'ant', which sounded like disdain from the deepest part of his soul.

That kind of disdain seems to have been carved into his bones, and it has existed for thousands of years.

It's so natural to say it at this time.

In an instant, Ye Chun actually had a strange feeling...... Seems...... It was as if the 'person' who had just said those words was not himself at all.

However, this short-lived chaos did not last long before it was interrupted by the three sharp blades that appeared in front of him with very different attacks.

A thin sword was as fast as lightning, bringing up an afterimage.

A heavy sword was shaped like a silver spear, piercing out the sky with silver rays.

A silver sword slashed a cross and slashed out a cross trajectory.

And in the face of all this, Ye Chun, who had returned to that state again, only showed a sneer of disdain.

And then...... And then there was no more...... Because, the long sword in Ye Chun's hand had already flown out, slashing the cross sword slash in mid-air, and piercing straight into the skull of the 'strong man'.

And his two free palms also smashed the other two long swords full of fighting energy all the way from the tip of the sword to the end, and tightly clasped the throats of the other two 'strong men'.

In just the blink of an eye, Ye Chun killed one and restrained two 'strong men'.

However, Ye Chun didn't have the intention of being a woman, and let go of the two 'strong men' who had wanted to kill him.

With only a slight increase in the palm of his hand, he crushed the throats of the two 'strong men', completely ignoring their horrified and pleading gazes.

Then, Ye Chun came to the corpse of another 'strong man', stepped on his head, and slowly pulled up the long sword stained with white brains.

At that moment, the purple in his eyes gradually receded.

At that moment, in the eyes of many enemies, his figure had changed from a person to a 'god'.

(To be continued)