"It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to break through the battle, and not everyone has this opportunity." Yu Bai glanced at it, and after finishing speaking, he probably didn't want to show his kindness in front of this rookie swordsman, and added, "Of course, the yellow paper on the face of that evil beast hides a mystery, once it is torn and all the bloodthirsty ferocity is released, even if this woman surnamed Yin breaks through, she can touch the innate threshold and become not much stronger." “

"Innate meaning?"

"Qi returns to the innate nature, perceives nature, opens up the two veins of Ren Du, and absorbs the aura to run the whole Zhoutian, which is a step from 'practice' to 'refining', a truly otherworldly step, and can also be described as a qi refining cultivator, who can be deservedly called a real cultivator."

Yu Bai rarely told in detail and in a long paragraph.

Jiang Ke seemed to understand whether he understood or not, but he knew that this was the right way to enter the immortal path, "You have so many prefixes, it turns out that you are just a little qi practice." ”

The big guy standing at the end of the immortal path of immortality smiled when he heard this, "And there is no aura, it's all for nothing." ”

"But it's also very powerful, I can't imagine that this sister is actually a genius trapped under the laws of the world......" Jiang Ke muttered, and then looked at the respect in his heart with a more layer.

"Then you don't want to save the genius of our earth!"

Yu Bai pursed his lips lightly, too lazy to say more.

"Oh, you're going to make a last-minute shot, right?" Jiang Ke's ears were bright, and he caught this detail, and deliberately gave a thumbs up and said, "It is worthy of Qingyun Daoyou, a generation of sword immortals!" Didn't you also love talents? ”

“……”

Yu Bai didn't bother to pay attention to the girl who started running the train because she was relaxed.

Not to mention the identity of the Sword Immortal, and Jiang Ke, who was relieved because of this, the fierce battle in the field, Yin Xiaoli, who had vague odds of victory, still did not stop for a second.

"Khooth!"

The steel sword was raised high in the spark, and then desperately unloaded the force and pressed back, and then shook again, and the white jade hand at the end grabbed it so that it would not lead to it coming out.

The black-clawed zombies attacked tirelessly, and Yin Xiaoli could only barely maintain the ground.

Ordinary people usually can't sprint a full 400 meters at full speed, and most of the social animal students who lack exercise will feel their speed begin to drop when they run to 200 meters, and the anaerobic exercise that is held in one breath is needless to say, ordinary people can only exercise vigorously for a while.

And the repeated battles, even if it were only five minutes, were extremely mental and physical exertion on Yin Xiaoli's own body, her whole body was soaked with sweat, and her movements became a little slower.

The transformation displacement of monsters and people seems to be reduced, and the intensity of it does not decrease but increases.

"If you go on like this, you'll lose."

Yin Xiaoli dodged and blocked expressionlessly, staring at the feet of the black-clawed zombie, gradually adapting to this way of fighting, but losing half of his sight, the impact was irreparable.

The swordsmanship she had learned all her life worked in her hands, her qi and blood surged and contracted, becoming more and more fluent, she clearly realized that she was fighting, and her perception of kendo was deepening and deteriorating.

But...... It's not enough.

Not fast enough, not strong enough!

As mentioned above, Yin's swordsmanship was also called killing a sword technique in ancient times.

The earliest can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty military array in the fight for survival, in the hundreds, thousands, thousands of people in the hedging and killing condensed, the will to charge into battle, there is death without life, its transmission to today's Yin, a total of thirteen styles.

The basic four styles, the advanced nine styles, Yin Xiaoli has learned hard since she was a child, and she has long understood it, and the remaining four moves, which were obscure and unsmooth before, have also been integrated in today's fighting, such as arm command.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have survived now.

But according to the old man of the family, this powerful set of Yin swordsmanship is just a fragment.

Half of it has already been lost.

The heart beat vigorously, and the dantian gave birth to a bubbling heat, and gradually ran out a complete vein of qi and blood without a teacher in the non-stop battle, like a dragon and a tiger, roaring and flowing in the blood vessels.

But there's one thing missing.

Yin Xiaoli is absolutely in the dantian, in the meridians, there is something missing, so she swings her sword out of the sword, the more refined the swordsmanship, the more empty she feels.

She suddenly felt that she knew why half of the swordsmanship was lost.

"Since the Tang Dynasty, scholars have been full of Taoist gods and demons and ghosts......"

The black-clawed zombie pounced with both hands violently, her steel sword was like a shadow, and the fire with potholes hidden on the blade of the sword accurately slashed the opponent's weakness in the sword style called "Shadow Huang".

But it turned out that she was forced to go backwards.

"The sword is a weapon that becomes a weapon to suppress evil spirits, and if this few feet of rigid iron is cast into the shape of a sword, it is a person with supreme magical power......"

Three feet and six inches, forged in stainless steel, the most cutting-edge technology of modern fire sword under the blow of the transcendent monster, let out a sound of golden sound.

Yin Xiaoli waved out the "rain of time", cross-cutting the whip leg of the black-clawed zombie, in the record, this style is like light, a sword can break the river, and the attached water flow is scattered in all directions, which can form a short-term cloud and rain.

"Poof......

In the hard resistance that only had time, Yin Xiaoli didn't know how many times she vomited blood today, and the blood flowers sprinkled in the air showed the sword-style artistic conception ironically and coincidentally.

"So the family hung a sword, that is, it was auspicious, not to learn swordsmanship, but to think that the sword could defeat the enemy and win......"

Hidden Killing, Flying Sword, Shadow Huang, Shi Yu...... The four swordsmanship of the family secrets that will never be passed on are constantly used, and Yin Xiaoli seems to be stubbornly stubborn about something, as if she is verifying something.

Finally, in a resistance that almost exhausted her strength, Yin Xiaoli got up on the ground, sweat stains mixed with blood sliding down her forehead.

"Roar!"

The black-clawed zombies seemed to have finally waited for this moment of victory, opening their foul mouths high to the sky, and their black fangs crawling with maggots.

"Khooth!"

Yin Xiaoli struggled with a sword and inserted the fire in front of him as a support.

The dark clouds of the sky dome drifted overhead, and the faint sunlight shone down.

The wind gently blew through the ends of the woman's hair.

The eyes of concern, despair, expectation, or fear were focused on her.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The heavy footsteps of the monster are like a giant thing stepping on the ground.

The trembling of the gravel in the near distance, the nervous noise of the crowd in the middle, the screams and sirens in the distance......

Yin Xiaoli closed her eyes.

……

This scene stunned everyone.

What is this for?

Monsters are being forced in front of you! Pick up the sword to resist, and if you can't stop it, run!

Why is it motionless......

Is this giving up?

Close your eyes and wait for death?

The sneaking peeping and hiding people were in an uproar, and the shooting team not far away was at a loss, and Director Wang, who was carrying the camera, clutched the instruments tightly, and his palms were sweaty.

The demons in the online live broadcast room on the radio waves in the corner danced wildly, and Jiang Ke, who twisted the tent, couldn't help but look at the people around him again.

The man who didn't care about his surroundings the most, the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

"Did she break through?"

Jiang Ke asked nervously.

"Breakthrough." Yu Bai nodded, and before Jiang Ke wanted to speak, he said, "She still wants to break through again." ”

"What?"

"Khooth!"

Yin Xiaoli, who closed his eyes and breathed and fell into a wonderful state, suddenly moved.

"Roar!"

The blackclaw zombies charge and tear without hesitation!

She still didn't open her eyes, in the fishy wind, in the sound of breaking the air, in the frenzied shouts and screams, but her head was like an eye, like divine help, almost staggered past the deadly black claws.

And then there was a flash of cold light!

Stealth Kill!

Everyone saw a flower in front of them, and a small figure in red and a tall black figure flashed and crossed.

Smack.

Something heavy fell to the ground.

When I looked closely, it was a thick arm and thigh!

Pale complexion, black muscles, and colorful official uniforms, this is clearly ......

The audience gasped in unison, and the conductor turned his head as usual, and the black-clawed zombie was neatly cut off from the arm to the root of the thigh, a right arm and right leg!

……

The sun was setting in the west, and in the afternoon the spring day was already shining brightly on the earth.

The square outside the Xixi International Exhibition Hall is up, and the heads of people are crowded among various obstacles and buildings, either sparse or dense, or hiding or careful probes, and half an hour ago, it can be said that the clean and neat masonry ground seems to have experienced a garbage disaster.

Mineral water bottles, lunch boxes, plastic bags, brochures, clothes, shoes, bloodstains, often a slightly stronger gust of wind blows, and flying debris adds a layer of doomsday wasteland filter to the square.

Those who should flee escape, those who should hide, those who curse in a low voice, those who are injured and chirping, those who call and cry, and those who hold up their mobile phones to record the video......

The more peripheral, the more sentient beings, some exhibition halls a few streets away, some unaware passers-by looked at the inside panicked and frightened, like a ghost tourist rushed out, and felt that they didn't know why.

The explosive incident in the ancient wind exhibition is still in the stage of spring compression, and is about to spread out with the Internet.

But before that, everyone who was close to the square held their breath, as if they were at the limit of spring tension.

Quiet, dead silence.

An inhuman thick black arm and an inhuman thick black thigh landed alone on the floor tiles, exuding a black aura from above.

And the tall and burly, still the source of evil here in the last second, the god-like body, is now lying on the ground, except for convulsions in response, it has never gotten up.

"Win, win!"

I don't know if it was a full minute or so long, and finally someone shouted with a trembling voice.

And because he was too hasty and excited, the man broke his voice and lost his voice.

But this did not prevent the awakening from activating the remaining hundreds of survivors.

Under the ravages of such a sudden evil creature, witnessing the living being torn alive and bleeding like a river, and being able to survive, for the hearts of the people at this time, the emotion of survival rose.

"Ahh

"Is the monster dead?"

"So handsome!"

"Oh my God......"

"The monster is still moving!"

"The zombie has had its hands and feet cut off and can't get up!"

"Won the war!"

There is no doubt that since Yin Xiaoli rushed out of the crowd against the current, and the black-clawed zombies were in close combat, and the duel in the field was only five minutes, but it was both superior and life-and-death.

It is clear who is standing and who is falling.

The noisy locusts spread, condensed, rose, boomed—

Yin Xiaoli held her sword, turned around with difficulty, and looked at the zombie monster that was five meters away and motionless to the ground, and the black blood flowed at the fracture.

Even though her muscles were aching all over her body and her limbs were screaming in pain, she stood up straight with her head held high.

It was also greeted with cheers and frenzy from all directions.