Chu Yao, who performed Ling Bo's micro-step, was already very fast, if it weren't for the lack of internal strength just now, he wouldn't have been caught up by these little devils. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 However, no one expected that just when Chu Yao was in a desperate situation, he actually comprehended a set of his own swordsmanship, and it was using the wind as the medium of comprehension, and the speed was terrifying. At this moment, Chu Yao is almost to the level of incomprehension.

Woohoo......

The steel sword with a dazzling cold glow shone wantonly in the crowd that couldn't react at all, harvesting life one by one.

Puff puff......

Wherever the sword light swept, pillars of blood spurted up, and fresh human lives were deprived in an instant. However, not a single drop of those gushing blood fell on Chu Yao's body. He was like a blast of wind at the moment, seemingly everywhere, but he couldn't catch it. No one can stop it, and no one can fight back.

"This ......" The warrior who was chasing Chu Yao just now, watching his subordinates quickly lie down in a pool of blood, feeling Chu Yao's incomparably powerful momentum, his eyes and mouth were wide open.

The other three samurai masters are also the same as this person. They never thought that a guy who was about to become the undead under their sword could have such a big transformation. In this situation now, all they can think of is no longer how to capture and kill Chu Yao, but how to be able to get out of the way.

Because, they could clearly feel that Chu Yao in the battle, the cold light in his eyes had always locked them, and he had never left for half a moment. If you want to leave, you have to ask Chu Yao's gaze, or rather, you have to be able to retreat from Chu Yao's sword light. It's just that none of them are sure of this.

Woohoo......

The long sword was still breaking through the air, the crimson blood was still spraying, and the enemy's life continued to drain rapidly......

This time, Chu Yao must not let himself let anyone go, including the four warrior masters, he must kill all of these people, and let the small island country know that my Chinese nation is not a nation to be slaughtered, and my Chinese sons and daughters are not as weak as they think in their hearts. If you want to go wild on the territory of China, there is only one way to die!

Sou!

The white shadow flew quickly, and with a gesture, he regarded the increasingly frightened and panicked island warriors as fish on the board, and cut them as much as they wanted.

The mountain wind blew, and the thick smell of blood filled the mountains, making people want to vomit. The birds, snakes and rats in a large area around them could no longer accept the chill brought by this killing, and they fled and left, for fear that if they ran slowly, they would be wiped out.

As far as the eye can see, there are less than fifty samurai who can stand on the ground, and there are more than 100 corpses piled up on the ground, all in any posture. But they all have two things in common, one is that they all die with their eyes open, but everyone has their necks cut directly, and there is no possibility of immortality.

It's a long time, but it's all done in just a few minutes. At this time, Chu Yao, with the assistance of Ling Bo Weibu, played the light of the first style of the wind sword vividly and exquisitely, and it seemed that there was a feeling of touching the second style. It's a pity that no matter how Chu Yao perceives and kills, he still can't touch the threshold of the second type.

"Kill!"

Chu Yao roared, and the long sword drove straight into the crowd again, and the killing continued. But because of Chu Yao's roar, the opponent regained some senses. Those warriors who looked like they were standing on the ground and letting Chu Yao slash and kill also moved at this time, holding the Oriental scimitar, slashing wildly towards the place where the sword light flashed.

They all know that there is no possibility of survival today, so it is better to fight to the death, even if it is death, they must be a backbone warrior, and they must make the other party pay the due price.

In this way, it fell into Chu Yao's arms. Originally, these people were all at a certain distance from each other, but if they were scattered, Chu Yao would really have to think carefully about how to wipe out the enemy. Now it seems that there is no need for that. These people all had the same thoughts and determinations, and all their movements were very consistent, croaking and swooping towards Chu Yao.

"Good time!"

Chu Yao shouted, and at the same time, his wrist shook, and the stainless steel long sword drank blood again to kill him, and one figure after another fell quickly, dripping the ground through. But both sides did not stop, especially those island warriors, they were even more unlikely to give up, one by one continued to raise the weapons in their hands, using their strongest moves, and using all their internal strength to make a final fight.

Shout!

The long sword brought a dazzling cold light, flashing wantonly in the crowd, as if entering a no-man's land.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, Chu Yao blasted the last one out with one palm, knocking it directly into the air. The last ordinary samurai was killed, but he didn't expect that what he got was this consequence. In mid-air, he wanted to say something, wanted to ask something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a large amount of blood gushed out, making him unable to speak, and there was a lot of unwillingness in his heart.

But he didn't have much time to think about it, his vitality was rapidly declining, and he was already dead in mid-air. Chu Yao's palm was originally the domineering peerless Tianshan Six Yang Palm of the Carefree Sect, coupled with his incomparably strong internal force at the moment, shattering a weak person who was not even a third-rate master, and it was no problem.

Bang!

The body fell to the ground, just smashed into a small pool of blood.

Wow~~~

The crimson blood water was smashed and splashed everywhere, forming a short rain of blood, and a strange rainbow was reflected, which made people tremble all over their bodies and dare not look directly.

"Now ......" Chu Yao fell to the ground, his white clothes and long hair fluttering in the wind. The corners of Chu Yao's mouth twitched, his wrist flicked, and the stainless steel long sword pointed at the four undecided warrior masters, and cold words floated out of his mouth: "You, do you want to choose to die in battle, or do you choose to stand and let me kill?"

"Yaga!"

The warrior who had suffered in Chu Yao's hands at the beginning suddenly roared, urging all his internal forces to move. He knew that the only way to get out at this moment was to knock out the enemy in front of him. Although it was extremely difficult, he could not sit still, because he was a samurai, a samurai of the Oshima Empire!

The other three also chose to be like this samurai, and they all drew their oriental scimitars, staring at Chu Yao who was slowly approaching. They regretted very much, why didn't they leave in a hurry just now, because when Chu Yao slaughtered their men, they had a chance to escape and leave. However, because of the two cold rays they felt, they have stayed until now.

"I want to see if you're really that strong!

With a roar, the four warrior masters immediately moved, stood on one side, put on different moves, urged internal forces, and connected to each other, and their momentum suddenly increased by more than one level.

"Kill!"

There was another shout, and the four of them changed their moves at the same time, brandishing the scimitar in their hands. In an instant, the shadows of four huge beasts flashed on the four of them, roaring and pounced on Chu Yao.