Li Yijian was startled when he saw a blur before his eyes, and the battlefield had changed.
Before he could react, he felt an evil wind rising. When he looked closely, he saw a fierce Shura in front of him waving his thick arm and knocking a sword away, and then stabbed another swordsman on the neck with his spear.
The moment of life and death!
At the critical moment, Li Yijian swung his sword, and a silver wolf shadow flashed behind him, and the sword turned into a gray wolf, biting down suddenly, biting the Shura Spear.
Swordsmanship - bite into pieces!
Shura's spear instantly shattered and turned into a piece of powder.
The Shura was startled, unable to believe that his indestructible weapon had shattered so easily. How does it know that the sword technique of biting into pieces has the opposite effect on the opponent's hardness. The harder it is, the easier it is to break. If you want to keep the weapon, you must first not be able to hit it with a sword, and secondly, use a flexible weapon as a counterattack. Li Yijian fought fiercely with Shura for a long time. The previous Shura discovered this and switched to using a sticky weapon, a whip, which prevented him from using his sword skills. This time, he suddenly changed the battlefield and took advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness to perform extraordinary feats.
The swordsman on the opposite side was overjoyed after narrowly escaping death, and shouted: "Paoze, support is here!"
Another swordsman opposite was protecting himself with his sword. He stood up awkwardly. When he saw Li Yijian, he said happily: "Huh? Have you already won? So fast?"
Li Yijian also felt strange and said, "Oh, that's not true..."
He and three other swordsmen had just besieged a Shura. They had the upper hand, but victory was still far away. Unexpectedly, for a moment, he changed the battlefield and played an important role.
etc……
He suddenly realized something and looked down at his body. It seemed that there was still a trace of light that had not dissipated.
That is……
Li Yijian suddenly turned around and looked at his old friend standing in the middle of the sea of clouds.
Tang Zhao seemed to feel his gaze, turned his head, smiled at him, then swung his sword, and another ray of light flashed across. A swordsman instantly moved the battlefield and joined another siege.
Li Yijian immediately understood: Tang Zhao was using his swordsmanship to quickly move people around to rationally allocate battlefield personnel!
He was right. At that moment, Tang Zhao had discovered what he should do most.
With his strength as a swordsman, even if he joins a battlefield, he can only serve as a fighting force, and the role he can play is very limited. However, his light speed sword skill is most suitable for battlefield scheduling!
The sword technique at the speed of light can allow people to reach the other side of the light in an instant. There are limitations when it comes to traveling long distances or escaping. It will encounter obstacles that block the light source and cannot pass through. However, it is invincible for short distances, especially when moving around the great plains. The actinic transfer within just a few miles does not even take a blink of an eye.
And the best thing about the speed of light is that there is no need to leave the battle, as long as the light hits the place, it will take effect immediately. Wherever Tang Zhao looked, light could reach him, and he could mobilize anyone on the battlefield at will.
He may not be able to play a big role in other battlefields, but now this small-scale siege requires the most deployment of manpower. Tang Zhao had already decided on a strategy after observation.
Generally speaking, it is absolutely enough for three swordsmen to fight against one Shura, and they can maintain a no-lose or no-win situation, but two people will have a hard time fighting and are in danger of being eaten. It would be a waste for four people to besiege Shura. They could gain the upper hand, but they could only suppress them and not win quickly. In fact, it was unnecessary. Five swordsmen can have an overwhelming advantage and can expect a quick victory.
So the simplest idea is to maintain three swordsmen in all battlefields, and then transfer all the excess swordsmen to a certain battlefield. Five, six or even more people can surround a Shura, eat it quickly, and then gather together. Rush to the next battlefield and accumulate advantages like a snowball.
Of course, this is just the most basic scheduling. The more advanced thing is to optimize the configuration of the swordsman. Swordsmen can be versatile, but frontline swordsmen usually fight in small teams. After working with each other for a long time, they naturally have their own special positions. Some are good at attacking, some are good at defending, some can be used as assists, and some are famous for their escape speed. . It is best if each team has a balanced offensive and defensive auxiliary configuration, so not to mention three on one, even three on two can fight.
It's just that although Tang Zhao was on the high ground of the battlefield and had a good view, he was too unfamiliar with the swordsmen on the front line. He wanted to find out everyone's details all the time, so it was difficult to arrange them properly. Even if the number of people is pieced together, due to the terrain, some places cannot be directly illuminated, and it is difficult to switch to the right place at once, so they can only move there step by step.
He was about to move everyone evenly to the fixed battlefield when he heard someone shouting: "Swordsman Tang!"
Tang Zhao looked back and saw a man climbing up from the high platform. He was dusty and embarrassed. It was Mr. Cui, the son of General Cui.
Tang Zhao said in shock: "How did you climb up? Where is your Tinder Car?"
Mr. Cui wiped his face and said: "I came here from the general platform. The target of the fire car is too big, and I can't drive it as an ordinary person. I came here snorkeling from the edge of the sea of clouds."
Tang Zhao was very surprised. Although the fire car was a bit too eye-catching, crossing the sea of clouds was even more dangerous. Especially since Mr. Cui was not a swordsman. There was danger everywhere. The aftermath of a casual attack could make him disappear without a sound. It was the safest. The place is his father's general station.
But now that he is here, as a warrior, Tang Zhao does not ask about his danger, but only asks: "Who am I here..."
Cui Gongzi said: "My father has seen your swordsmanship on the stage and praised it greatly, saying that your idea is right. He is keeping an eye on the great demon over there. You will be in command on the battlefield. You can dispatch the swordsmen at will." , and I was afraid that you wouldn’t know other swordsmen, so I sent me to help you provide information.”
Tang Zhao was stunned and said: "Do you recognize these swordsmen? Do you know their strengths?"
Mr. Cui stood up straight and said, "Nine times out of ten."
Tang Zhao secretly praised that Mr. Cui indeed had his own merits, and not all of them followed his father to the front line.
No, it should be said that he was very brave. His father sent him here, and it could be said that he completely regarded him as an ordinary soldier, and did not particularly care about his life or death. This was both experience and a distinction between public and private affairs, and he was not allowed to take credit for it.
Tang Zhaozheng needed someone to help him distinguish these swordsmen, so he stopped talking nonsense and said: "Can you help me see which swordsmen can be the main attackers? I will configure the swordsmen according to the main attackers."
Cui Gongzi also immediately entered the state and said: "There are nine swordsmen among these swordsmen who are worthy of being the main attackers, such as the 'Flowing Flame Sword' Fox Swordsman, 'Huang Zhongjian' Liang Yu, 'Drum Horn Sword' Shan Ye Gang..."
He pointed out the nine swordsmen one by one, and indeed he knew them all very well, and even knew their special swordsmanship. Tang Zhao inquired in detail, counted the numbers, and found that only one main attacker among the nine swordsmen could be mobilized and placed on another battlefield to be the decisive force.
Tang Zhao didn't hesitate much and immediately decided to transfer Li Yijian out. It's not that Li Yijian is the strongest, but the two have the most trust. He can easily transfer Li Yijian several times without arousing suspicion, and he can immediately understand his tactical intentions. This is the most important thing.
At that moment, he hurriedly asked the swordsman's name, and he remembered it after only one time, and said: "Okay, you can go back first."
Cui Gongzi said: "I'm here to help you raise the flag. This is our frontline contact method. I brought the general's flag. Let me tell you in the flag first. Everyone will trust you more." Putting down the baggage behind him, he pulled it out as expected. A Pixiu flag.
Tang Zhao said: "Signal Language Bud Soldiers can also fight. You should go back. It's too dangerous here."
Master Cui looked stern and said, "Swordsman Tang, do you think you look down on me?"
Tang Zhao waved his hand for a moment and said: "That's not what I meant. It's just that General Cui..." He knew that if he continued to speak, he would really offend people, so he said, "Okay, help me raise the flag and look at the crack by the way. I'll take care of it." If you don’t go there, please notify me immediately if something changes.”
Mr. Cui agreed, and he stood at the highest point, waving flags and looking at the crack that was mostly covered by the fire layer.
The shadow of the great demon is still lingering on the edge of the gap - when will it come?
Cui Gongzi's heart was lifted. When he followed his father to observe the general platform from a distance, due to his strength and eyesight, he could not see so clearly. At this moment, he was close at hand and saw the shadow of the three-headed and six-armed demon in front of him. I just felt suffocated.
It seemed that the oppression his father gave him was far less powerful than this shadow.
If the demon breaks through the boundary and comes, it may be doomed.
Mr. Cui had this thought and then suppressed it. There is no point thinking about these things on the battlefield, it will only mess up your mind.
only……
When he stood at the highest point and overlooked the gap, why didn't he just feel a sense of oppression?
It was as if there was a faint sense of oppression on this side of the gap, making him suffocated.
Mr. Cui strongly suspected that he felt wrong. His inspiration was very high. If his father hadn't pressured him to practice, he could already be a swordsman. With his inspiration, if he could feel it, he should be able to see it.
Maybe he was in a trance.
At this time, the fairy standing at the entrance of the crack turned back, glanced at him from a distance, and then looked back.
laugh--
There was a flash of light, and Li Yijian found that there was another person beside him.
Four swordsmen fight one Shura?
Isn’t it a bit of a waste?
Out of trust in Tang Zhao, he had already begun to think about the meaning of Tang Zhao's arrangement. The next moment, his eyes flashed and the battlefield had changed again.
Oh, it turns out it was still three against one, so they replaced me?
Li Yijian understood in an instant. He looked around carefully and saw five swordsmen.
This wave is six against one!
Li Yijian suddenly became excited. He even knew the reason why Tang Zhao sent him here. This was to give him the final say.
In that case——
Swordsmanship - Wolves!
His sword thrust forward quickly, and countless wolf shadows flashed out from it, ten, one hundred, countless...
Countless wolf shadows rushed over overwhelmingly, and the three heads and six arms were instantly submerged in the wolf shadows.
The swordsmen who were besieging and winning each other paused at the same time, staring blankly at the swordsman who appeared inexplicably and unleashed his ultimate move. I never imagined that I and others had worked hard to besiege for so long, how could someone pick the peach?
Sigh——
At the same time, the extending fire layer suddenly stopped, making a not-so-loud shattering sound.
A crack appeared on the sealed magic weapon.
Mr. Cui's hair stood on end as if he had been electrocuted, and he said loudly:
"It's coming!"
(End of chapter)
