In the stone pavilion, the two still could not tell the winner. It's not all because Liang Jun's sword skills are too good, but because the Qiling defenders in scale armor who rushed down the slope to help tried their best to resist the young man who was getting stronger with his sword, causing The latter was unable to make any progress, so he reluctantly rescued Liang Ze, who was already in decline.
Even so, Liang Ze was still hit by four or five swords in his body, and even the soft armor wrapped in his robe was cut with several long marks by the two swords in the young man's hands.
In the Qi Ling Army, all military officers above the rank of captain are equipped with this extremely solid soft armor with a chain. The armor was originally given just to avoid being shot through by stray arrows during the war, causing the sergeants under the army to be leaderless and delayed. wartime. But since the establishment of the alliance, this soft armor has mostly been used to deal with bandits. Because it is extremely light, no matter if you are walking immediately after wearing the armor, it is extremely light and easy, so it has always been favored by generals.
No bandit from any household dared to roam around in the general's territory in the border town of South China. It turns out that the war has ceased in recent years, and although the troops stationed at the border have not been involved in war, they have recuperated and become stronger. Everyone is thinking about going out to pick up the heads of a few bandits, even if they can't earn much military merit, they can use it to relieve their boredom. Therefore, especially at the borders of the country, bandits never dare to take a step closer.
Having said that, Liang Xiao never took off his soft armor. Except for the summer heat that might cover his body in the middle of summer, he slept with his armor on even at night during the rest of the spring, autumn and winter. Someone in the army once joked that Lieutenant Liang had not married yet because he was afraid that his wife and children would be hot on the bed in the future and the soft armor would be neglected. Besides, when it rained heavily in the clouds, the chain on the outside of the soft armor would probably be broken. The tender skin and tender meat of my daughter-in-law.
But now, Liang Ze's soft armor was already cracked everywhere, and the young man's sword moves were not fancy at all, but they were still close to the point. It was also thanks to Liang Ze's extremely fast legs that he repeatedly got out of the way of fatal sword blows, but he could only block 80% of the young man's swords. The remaining 20% was mostly carried by the soft armor, and the rest Several swords were pierced into the cracks of the soft armor like antelope horns.
Once the sword comes out, its power is endless, just like the rising tide of the ocean.
Two swords against two swords, it was obvious that he was inferior to that young man.
It was six or seven of his men who used flying shuttles to lock Yun Zhong's sword tightly, and then they carried the already defeated Liang Ze to the other end of the stone pavilion.
Yun Zhong was also a little anxious at this moment. After being unable to attack for a long time, the sword wielder was called to help. Now the rain was beginning to stop, and the sound of swords clashing against Lao Lu's side could be heard faintly. In his haste, his sword force was slightly out of shape, allowing two flying shuttles to find a gap and swipe across his waist and abdomen, leaving a trail of blood.
There are slanted blades on both sides of the shuttle, and there is a thorn on the front of the head. Only the last position can be pinched, and most of them are soaked in poison. Not to mention the military, even in the world, they are considered extremely sinister hidden weapons. What's more, Yunzhong had no experience in dealing with hidden weapons, and he was in a hurry. The two flying shuttles came out of the air, which was too much for him to accept.
"Boy, with your skills, if you join the army and train for a few years, you will be able to sit firmly on my head at the worst. Why suffer in this caravan, being exposed to wind and rain all day long and unable to sleep peacefully? After all, What's the purpose?" Liang Ze touched the sword wounds under his soft armor, grinned in pain, and shouted to Yun Zhong, who was dealing with the Sixty-Seventh Sergeant alone.
Yun Zhong didn't have time to waste words with him. The two swords in his palms clashed with several cold long knives. In this increasingly narrow stone pavilion, his steps were not chaotic at all, and there was no sign of weakness. Instead, he was already taking one person's steps. The scales were opened, revealing a lot of blood like ink.
The long sword he carried had three handles gone.
Climbing the stairs head-on, half of the eaves of the pavilion were destroyed, along with the two long swords that the young man originally held in his hands. Wu Shuang was indeed very stingy, and none of the long swords he purchased were of great use. If he was just practicing sword skills, he would be fine, but if he was facing serious enemies, he would be stretched thin.
But the young man still used these broken swords to pick apart soft and hard armor.
The person in the field whose scales had been opened seemed to be too weak, so he swung his sword towards Yun Zhong's face, thinking that he could take a few steps back towards the other robes to slow down the injury, so after the blow, he Back away.
But he never thought that the young man's two swords would be entangled with the long knife in an instant, as if they were attached to the blade, running along the edge of the blade.
With one trace of buckle, the antelope hangs its horns.
When several people around him raised their swords to attack, the young man lowered his body slightly, took two steps forward and followed the sword, narrowly avoiding those long swords, and then followed the person's sword. A slight click.
Sergeant Liang Chuang felt the knife in his palm sink several times, but it was too late to withdraw his arm.
Feint attack has always been an easy way to invite the gods but make it difficult for the gods. Now that the sword has been drawn, as for whether others will allow the person who used the sword to jump out of the field, it is a matter of five or five.
The young man held the long sword with one sword, then cut off the man's fingers along the handle, and then lightly picked the man's neck with the other sword.
Blood flowed like a stream, and one of the nine people in the pavilion died.
In less than three cups of tea soup, Liang Ze looked at the several army sergeants in the stone pavilion and died on the spot one by one.
The sword energy in the pavilion circulates like a rainbow.
The sword energy was so strong that it caused countless broken stones and chrysanthemums outside the pavilion to roll down and sway. The brown locust trees in the pavilion were also scraped off by this majestic and thick sword energy.
It is vast and powerful, and its momentum is extremely concise.
The young man only felt that after seeing the blood, the Qiuhu in his stomach was trembling, and even the sword energy that he only knew to sweep through the meridians on weekdays was involuntarily coming out of his body and pouring into the sword from the palm of his hand. , but Yun Zhong killed extremely happily.
Traveling thousands of miles by the wind may not bring happiness, but the murderous intention is the rustling autumn wind, blowing in all directions.
When the sword energy arose, Liang Mack put aside the two swords he had always held tightly in his hands and leaned against the pillars of the pavilion, his eyes filled with calmness.
When the situation has reached the point where it is now, it is obviously not something that he, a small military academy, can stop. Instead of fighting in vain, it would be better to have the man who controls 100% of the battle situation in the mouth of Jinghou Han Xi. If this person does not intend to take action, It's better to leave some energy to escape.
"What a cultivator pays attention to is peace of mind and purity of mind. As devil-like as you are, even if you rely on some rare thing to dominate and bring blessings, it is difficult to find the right path."
It seemed like someone took a step out of thin air in the mountains.
However, he saw only the remaining stones falling back and the flying chrysanthemums entering the water. The mighty sword energy that originally repeled the objects several feet away suddenly returned to silence. Together with the sword energy in the pavilion that rose up like a ditch after the autumn rain, this person was also there. He paused for a moment.
"The rootless sword energy, even if it can be used, is just a clear dream and cannot be considered real."
The man who spoke had messy beard and hair, and his feet were bare.
Although there are no boots on his feet, he can still crush a pavilion of sword energy.
