The poisoned short knives of the Chaos Crowd slashed straight from top to bottom.

Lan En's center of gravity flickered slightly, and the blade was already rubbing against the edge of his armor.

At this time, the knife in his hand turned into a gorgeous and gorgeous knife flower, from a positive grip to a reverse grip.

Raising his hand slightly, the originally confident eyes of the chaotic waves suddenly panicked.

Slashes with gravitational potential energy are powerful, but if the technique is not strong enough, this power will only be exploited by the enemy.

"Sting!"

The dwarf winter melon-like body, under the combined force of gravity, momentum, and arm swinging, was directly broken into two pieces from the waist by the knife!

In the ears of the witcher, a sharp wind suddenly blew.

Without looking back, Lan En could imagine that in the hand of the old man next to him, the gold-steel dragon knife with burnt patterns had already carved a beautiful and crisp air crack in the air.

In the trajectory of this air rift, if the flesh and blood dared to fight hard, then the thin and sharp air blade would directly tear open the skin, draining the minced flesh and blood.

Lan En's [Reed Name Cross Slash] can leave a mark in the air for nearly half a second.

And Ashina's air blade can even stay in mid-air for more than three seconds!

With the help of the huge power increase granted by the potion, the witcher directly dragged the hat of a chaotic crowd from mid-air.

Before he could come back to his senses and begin to struggle, the studded leather-gloved hand rested his neck on the blade of the knife and stabbed him.

Blood sprayed.

The corpse in his hand was thrown directly by Lan En to a monk who rushed over with a fist.

The monks' bodies shone with a faint glow of blue and red.

That's a sign of the completion of the séance ritual through [Hum Sugar] and [Ha Jiang Sugar]. At this time, the muscular strength of the monks will increase by nearly 10%, and the strength of the muscles and muscles will also increase by nearly 10%.

But none of these things really matter.

Seeing that the chaotic crowd whose neck was still spurting blood was smashed over, the monks raised their legs and kicked sideways without thinking about it, wanting to kick away the chaotic crowd that was blocking their route.

The monks have done so much in their quest for immortality, and it would be a good joke to say that they still take into account feelings and righteousness.

However, although the monks are cold and decisive in their actions, they lack the experience of fighting people head-on.

As a cold weapon that fights by stance, it's good to block the obstacles that are thrown and then unload them aside.

But he just wants to raise his leg and kick horizontally

"Poof!" *2

In the eyes of the monks, which shimmered with red and blue, there was a sense of unwillingness and disbelief.

The tip of the knife took advantage of the fact that one of his legs was off the ground and he couldn't quickly change his body, and directly stabbed through the corpse of the chaotic wave and his neck!

The flakes of steel easily separate the flesh and blood vessels, and then come into contact with the outside air again. After that, it was twisted at a ninety degree angle in the rush of blood.

A long and narrow knife wound was expanded into a bloody hole half a neck wide!

Lan En's cold cat's eyes didn't even make eye contact with the monks.

That means he hasn't even put half of his energy into this encounter.

The left hand holds the handle behind the knife to maintain the stab angle, and the right palm pushes the end of the handle to provide a stable momentum.

Lane's modus operandi has the shadow of a wolf.

During his short time as a personal ninja, the witcher learned a lot of useful techniques.

In the moment of the face, the three were dead.

The movement on Old Robert's side was still violent and explosive, and the real Nanban swordsmanship actually sounded more suitable for using a war hammer.

In the confines of his battlefield, he could not hear the sound of his flesh and skin being torn apart by blades, but rather broken bones and tendons, screams and roars.

Beside Ashina, there was an unhurried and rhythmic sound of the air being torn.

This old guy seems to be able to bring out an air blade that makes people's teeth flutter even with an ordinary swing that is not a move at all.

He admired the evocative blood that had been spilled from the air blade.

The enemy is a group of sinners who need no mercy at all, and killing them will only bring a refreshing pride, but will not give people the slightest room for hesitation.

Ashina likes this kind of happy fight.

His heroic laughter was sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched.

Although the voices on the battlefield were chaotic now, Lan En did not feel the danger.

Some ninjas and monks are still projecting the poisoned kunai and Buddha wheels, bringing the wind to the wind. The single-toothed clogs of the chaotic crowd 'clicked'. The swords rang out, and the shouts and screams were endless.

Following the principle of fighting more and fighting less, groups of chaotic waves and monks of Xianfeng Temple wanted to swarm over and fill every inch of space around the three of them.

Not only do they not have the opportunity to dodge and move, but even the distance of their swings is better to be limited.

But among the three people, Old Robert relied on an armor that surpassed Dongying's contemporaries, as well as a slightly modified body of Nanban swordsmanship. The closer the enemy stands, the more lethal he becomes!

If he really wants to fight a sports war, he will not be able to catch up.

And Lan En is the same, except for the unprotected head and neck, most of the enemy's weapons can't penetrate the armor of this tall bear school.

By the time the enemies approached and wanted to remove his armor, the time difference was enough for him to charge up and sweep a large area of [Reed Name Cross Slash] with one shot!

If you want to remove your armor, you have to fill in your life, and you have to gamble!

And even if they catch the gap for recuperation, it doesn't matter, [Alpha Seal] rushes a large piece. Ninjas who perform the [Light Body Technique] fly farther.

The only one dressed in cloth, this guy has been on the battlefield all his life.

That kind of rich battlefield experience made the number of people surrounding him more than 30, but they were forcibly led by him. No enemy could get within three steps of his blind spot.

Restricting his activities?

Who in this place can stop Juggernaut from advancing with his blade?

The high-level chaotic crowd with a small hat and shield on their heads was split into two pieces as soon as they went down vertically!

The hat, which could withstand the fire of an iron cannon twenty paces away, was like an ordinary straw hat in front of the blade of the Juggernaut!

The number of enemies is steadily decreasing, and the blood has even made the grass muddy and dirty.

And the enemy never found a way to deal with, or even slightly limit three people. It seems that everything is developing steadily for the better, but

A "woo-woo" wind came from overhead.

Lan En frowned slightly, and let out a cold snort.

The two of them looked up at the same time, only to see that in mid-air, there were several figures who had just jumped up to join the battle group.

The straw hat, tall and thin body, and double-headed naginata are the monks who have learned their skills in the chaotic waves!

The two-headed naginata was about two meters long, and they began to turn the two-headed naginata in their hands like propellers in mid-air.

That weird whimpering sound is the naginata rolling the air!

Immediately, they hit the three of them directly like a drill falling from the sky!

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