Sara's instinct from years of fighting on the battlefield told him not to take the sword forcefully, so he rolled sideways to avoid it like a civet cat.
Tai'a instantly smashed thousands of small cracks on the hard floor. They spread quickly like fine spider webs, making the Semitic man's pupils shrink and feel great fear.
The starting position of the ancient swordsmanship Shadow Slash is similar to the Cut Off in Beichen's Yi Dao Style. The difference is that this move has higher requirements on the user.
Use the force of the wrist to make the sword tip tremble and then slash it down quickly, trying to leave a visual afterimage in the iris of the human eye, as if the entire arc is being hit, not just the vertical line derived from the sword body. .
But it is also more unpredictable. When the young man saw that the blow missed, he held the hilt of the sword with his backhand and quickly raised the sword. Everything that came into contact with the frosty white body of the ancient sword would be cut apart.
Sarah didn't react in time, and while hurriedly retreating, she raised the submachine gun made of cold-pressed steel with both hands to block it.
The natural outcome is that the gun was destroyed and people were injured. Sarah's camouflage combat uniform was torn from top to bottom with a large gash of fifteen centimeters, and red blood slowly seeped out from it.
If he had just stepped back any slower, that majestic ancient sword would have completely cut open his upper body.
Sarah gasped and took the opportunity to retreat to the back of the team, leaning against the wall. The light in her golden eyes began to dim, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
This was the oppressive feeling that could only come from fighting against top masters. Even if it was just a few rounds, it had already consumed most of his energy.
In the long and narrow corridor, a man in black uniform looked like a ghost. Every time he swung an ancient sword with astonishing power, blood would be sprayed out, and one person would fall down heavily while wailing.
This place is almost becoming a Shura field. A close-quarters street fight with the elites of Kassel Academy armed with cold weapons is undoubtedly an extremely terrifying thing.
Even mercenaries who returned from the battlefield were no match for hybrids who were born with dragon blood.
"Obaye..." Sarah, who had dark brown curly hair and a moustache, covered her body injuries and chanted quickly.
At this moment, the eyes of almost all the mercenaries in the corridor turned a crazy and bloodthirsty red, with countless fine red threads filling the whites of their eyes.
"Word Spirit: Attendant of the King." Sequence No. 28 of the Periodic Table of Word Spirits. The releaser selectively increases the hostility and aggressiveness of living entities in the field and strengthens its functions, speeding up its blood flow and even causing the skin to ooze. Blood beads cannot act on themselves.
The boy nodded with interest, took a few steps back, and assumed a defensive posture with his sword. The group of well-trained mercenaries turned around, and the psychological shadow of being killed by Li Longyuan one by one and retreating quickly disappeared.
In this state, they can be called fighting madmen.
"Ta-ta-ta!" The roar of submachine guns resounded through the dark and narrow corridor again. Regardless of the dangers of surrounding teammates and stray bullets, they held on to the Ak and started shooting.
Countless bullets roared out, and the young man lowered his body slightly and rushed forward quickly before the rain of bullets arrived.
The ancient sword brought out a large silvery sword light in the corridor, which was replaced by scarlet blood. The intensive gunfire gradually weakened because more and more mercenaries fell.
"Bang!" After a huge metallic trembling sound, a 7.62mm rifle bullet was shot away with a sword at close range.
The handsome boy in front of him turned his head, his golden eyes under the black hair glowed coldly, and a smile formed on his blood-stained pale face.
Even though he lost a little of his mind due to the bonus of Yan Ling·Wang's Attendant, the mercenary couldn't help but shudder.
He was just about to grasp the trigger tightly, roaring and preparing to continue shooting. Then I heard the ancient sword in the young man's hand roaring from the upper reaches of the dragon, and it cut with one strike.
"Ouch~" The man roared like a trapped animal, and the three fingers holding the gun were cut off neatly. It was like a heart-wrenching pain that even the continuously secreted adrenaline could not suppress.
Li Longyuan flew up and kicked him directly in the chest. The powerful chest filled with muscles instantly sunk into a terrifying shape. The man was also kicked backwards, knocking down five or six people behind him.
The crowded battle circle was suddenly cleared, but the remaining mercenaries with red eyes still rushed forward with daggers.
Li Longyuan was finally annoyed by the number of mercenaries who were as numerous as the Lords of the Crossing River, and his sword moves became more and more fierce.
The only sounds left in the entire field were the sound of sword swings and the wails of the wounded.
"Whoa!" The young man in black military uniform seemed to draw out a stream of cold energy directly in the void, and both the weapon and the arm that were connected to it were broken at extremely high speed.
"I caught you." The young man whispered with a smile, and Sarah, who had been hiding among the mercenaries to release her spirit, looked shocked.
"Wasai Yeluyusa!" Li Longyuan opened his mouth and spit out the dragon text of Gu Osen Leng. The basic ability of the throne was activated. The dragon text that Sara originally used to strengthen the king's servant instantly lost its effectiveness in front of the majesty of the monarch.
As expected of an ace mercenary who had experienced life and death on the battlefield, Sara was just stunned for a moment before she regained consciousness.
He immediately took out a Colt pistol from his waist pocket, raised the gun and fired. Li Yongyuan's terrifying reaction speed caused him to turn his head in an instant. The bullet passed through his ear. He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and fell. Tai'a directly cut Sara's upper shoulder blade.
"Ah!" The man couldn't help but roared, and the severe pain made him break into a cold sweat. The young man holding the sword did not retreat at all. Instead, he opened his golden eyes angrily and pushed him back a few steps, knocking over many mercenaries blocking the way.
This move made the already injured man even worse, and the amplification field of the King's Attendant was instantly broken.
The mercenaries who attacked wildly with daggers felt sore all over, as if they had been severely ravaged by something, and they couldn't muster any strength.
"Where is Leonard?" The young man held his sword with one hand and looked down at the muscular man, who was about thirty years younger.
"I don't know." The man looked very tough.
"I said, where is Leonard Miller?" This time, the young man asked again with a ferocious look on his face, his growling voice sounded like a dragon's roar, and his golden eyes ignited with bright flames.
The ancient sword pierced deep into Sara's ribs fiercely, making the man's expression become more painful. He was obviously a complete madman.
This low roar and the spreading dragon power brought a natural sense of oppression to the surrounding mercenaries.
"Here, in the office on the 63rd floor." Before Sara could say anything, the mercenary beside him had already spoken for him.
"You have a good subordinate." When the young man received the response, he did not question the authenticity of the message. He immediately dropped the sentence coldly and walked away with his sword in hand.
The remaining defeated generals looked at this guy's figure with complicated expressions.
"You bastard, who asked you to betray the owner?" Even though she was injured, Sarah still roared angrily, but did not make any other move.
He knew it was in vain. The mercenaries scattered all over the place looked at the leaving figure with extremely complicated expressions.
This was an unprecedented fiasco, and it was beyond human description. A complete monster.
