"Why are people gone?"

"What's going on?"

"Are you looking for me?"

Yang Feng appeared behind them at some point and put his sword around their necks.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?"

The men had fear on their faces.

Because they didn't react at all, how did Yang Feng do it.

"What a bunch of pig brains, do you think I'm a human or a ghost?"

Yang Feng didn't kill these people.

"What do you want?"

"You kill us, and the chief won't let you go."

"Oh, then you can try if your chief can save you, or if my sword can pierce your skin."

Yang Feng didn't say much.

Sooner or later, these wild men will all be his subordinates, and it would be a pity to kill them.

"Humph! Do you think we don't have a swordsman here?"

"Oh? It's rare! There's actually a swordsman, take me to see it."

Yang Feng also underestimated this group of restored warriors, who were obviously just soldiers, but they actually hid swordsmen.

Swordsman, which means that the swordsmanship has reached the level of the Six Realms at the very least.

"Humph! I'm afraid you won't be able to return."

"Less nonsense, one more word, Lao Tzu killed you."

Yang Feng put his sword on the other party's neck and threatened.

The savage shrank in fright.

Obediently go ahead and lead the way.

There are two types of samurai, "warrior" and "shi".

Those who do not practice swordsmanship and can only use brute force are called "warriors", while those who practice swordsmanship and have certain swordsmanship skills are called "martial arts".

Next, what Yang Feng wants to see is "Wu".

In the valley, it extends in all directions, more like an underground palace.

The people here live in caves.

Stone armor, stone helmets, stone boots.

I have to say that these Fuguo samurai know stones.

Yang Feng looked at the heavy stone armor outside the stone cave, and it came to his mind how shocking it was for such a group of people wearing stone helmets, stone armor, and stone boots to go to the battlefield.

"Scared, aren't you?"

"Afraid? Hum! Don't forget, a sword can pierce armor."

"A sword can break armor, but you can break through a hundred armors at most, and we have tens of thousands of people here, do you think you have a chance of winning if you are beaten in a group?"

A soldier spoke.

"Tens of thousands of people beat me up? Why are you still bothered?"

To break through ten thousand armors, you need the tenth realm to become a kendo master.

Yang Feng is currently wandering in the late stage of the Nine Realms, and breaking seven thousand armor is already the limit.

"You know you're scared? But you're not qualified to let so many of us deal with you, as long as you have three martial arts, you have to explain here."

Soon Yang Feng was taken to the place where Wu lived.

Wu Yiwu was dressed in stone armor and carried a stone sword.

"This, smashing the sword inheritance?!"

Looking at this scene, Yang Feng inexplicably felt a little funny, and a group of people smashed swords.

Smash the sword!

Because the stone sword has no edge, it is a blunt sword, and it can't kill people.

And the Fuguo samurai, because they are hidden in the Broken Vein Mountain, have no metal, so resources are scarce, so they can only use local materials.

Use the surrounding rocks to arm yourself and become a primitive tribe.

But for some reason, this gave Yang Feng a sense of intimacy.

"Jiang Hu, why are you here? This kid is dressed like a dog, why haven't you seen it?"

"Old Xiong, this guy was thrown in by the chief to greet us, I didn't want to alarm you, but this guy is a swordsman, with superb swordsmanship, and he also killed Jiang Long, and mocked us Fuguo warriors, there are few who can fight, so I have to bring him to you."

I have to say that although this Jiang Hu looks like five big and three thick, he is really thick and fine.

I actually know how to add oil and vinegar when I speak.

"Boy, are you arrogant? If you can take me with a sword, I will spare you from death."

Jiang Xiong is very confident in his swordsmanship, even if it is only the peak of the Five Realms, but he can't lose his momentum.

"Smashing the sword!"

Reaching out to the side, the stone handle slammed down.

Suddenly the dust was flying.

A shallow pit was smashed into the ground.

Good strength!

Yang Feng only had a gap in time, and he dodged the smashing sword.

Wait for the dust to settle.

Yang Feng patted the dust on his shoulder.

A look of disgust.

Shout!

The body moved lightly and jumped to Jiang Xiong's side.

The Sun Sword in his hand stabbed a gap in his stone armor.

Jiang Xiong only felt that his waist was cold.

Angry in my heart, draw my sword!

The average weight of the stone sword is forty catties.

So the defects are also obvious, and the speed is slow.

And Yang Feng, a person who has both speed and power, Jiang Xiong, for him, is just a monkey.

But smashing swordsmanship, this simple and easy-to-understand swordsmanship inheritance, still gave Yang Feng a deep impression.

Both defense and attack, such a martial arts, on the battlefield, one person against five easy to do.

Sword smashing is a simple swordsmanship inheritance, which only requires the strength of the sword practitioner.

You have to lift the stone sword.

Then there is the skill of smashing the sword.

"You, flashing around, what's the use, you have the ability to take me head-on."

Jiang Xiong also realized that the man in the green shirt in front of him was much more skilled in swordsmanship than him, and when the two fought each other, he was definitely the one who suffered. Look at the book

"Oh? What good shall I do with a sword from you?"

Yang Feng didn't want to be stupid and wasted.

"Pros? What do you want?"

"Huh? Be my thug."

Here, a fool is a man who does it alone!

Breaking 50,000 armor?

It is estimated that at the beginning, this group of restored warriors, one of them gave him a kick, and his little life hung here.

If you want to live for half a month, you must have your own gang.

"You, don't go too far, the warriors of the Kingdom are also dignified!"

Jiang Xiong, isn't it good to be his little leader?

What! Running to be a thug?

"Forget it, hey! Since you can't afford to lose, I'll challenge others."

Damn it!

If I didn't fight, I would be laughed at by him, but what if I ...... No, this face must not be lost.

Just for a moment.

Jiang Xiong figured it out and couldn't lose.

"Good! I promise you, but if you dodge, or if you don't catch it, you'll die, and if you survive, you must be my slave for me to drive."

Jiang Xiong didn't want to suffer either.

"No problem."

"Come on!"

Yang Feng began to silently calculate the power of Jiang Xiong's sword in his heart.

And then combine himself to better calculate the range of bearing, he can't be too strong, because it is too strong, it will cause panic, and when the time comes, this group of barbarians, don't tell him anything about the morality of the rivers and lakes, play group fighting, he can't cry and cry.

Both are gathering momentum.

Jiang Xiong blushed and raised the sword above his head with both hands to increase the impact of the sword.

Take your sword smashing to the extreme!

Yang Feng's head was full of sweat, of course, half of it was pretended, and half of it was calculated, and he was calculating the power of Jiang Xiong's sword.

What kind of sword should he use to make a move to give people the feeling of winning by luck.

Therefore, my brain wants to explode.

Rumble!

Jiang Xiong tried his best to draw a sword arc, with gravity,

Smash at Yang Feng.

"Humph! Little skinny monkey, see how you hide."

"It's worthy of an old bear, he kills as soon as he makes a move, and this smashing sword is at least eighty percent."

Jiang Xiong took aim and looked at Yang Feng, who was stunned in place, thinking that he had shocked the other party.

I thought to myself, you're finished.

Yang Feng was stunned in place because he was still feeling, his brain was running fast, and he was constantly calculating.

Just as the stone sword hung above his head, the sword in his hand was unsheathed.

It's not a sword that breaks the galaxy, but a flood like water.

This sword, halfway through the operation, Yang Feng was horizontal in front of his chest.