Chapter 65: Zhenwu Dao Hall?
After hearing these words, the patrol officer's pupils shrank. But the next moment, calm was restored. He had been a spiritual patrol officer for so many years, and he had made many claims about defectors and organizations. Some said that he was the crown prince of a certain country, the person who carried the cauldron in a certain holy land, or he was the heirloom of some hidden family.
However, without exception, they all died at his hands. If there are no strict laws on the battlefield, how can we calm people's hearts?
Killing first and then confirming is also a lie. This person does not exist in the place those people said.
But...at present, the only one who comes out with the reputation of the Zhenwu Dao Hall is the fair young man in front of him.
The patrol officer also made a decision in an instant: save the man under the knife, capture him first, and then go back and let him see the beast god to prove himself.
The personnel of this kind of Great Holy Land can only be handed over to the higher-ups or the Beast God himself.
Furthermore, this fair young man did not run away from the battle. Whether it was a treason or not remains to be discussed. In any case, killing the Dacheng realm beast king in their camp for no reason was to be punished.
"I can give you one last chance."
When the fair young man heard this, he still looked into the distance without saying a word. He didn't need to explain anything to such a gossiping patrolman. He just felt that how could such a weak-minded person practice to the realm of chivalrous mastery? How to achieve the position of battlefield patrol officer.
In the midst of his thoughts, he saw a sword swung towards his neck. The sword was so sharp that it was unstoppable unless he had great achievements.
The patrol officer used a powerful attack as soon as he made a move. Although the sword was condensed with his own inner energy that he had compacted many times, if this person really killed the Dacheng Beast King, then this method of his would not be able to hurt him. he.
If he is not the one who killed the Beast King, he is a defector who faked the name of the Holy Land, and his crime should be punished!
Just cut it off with one knife!
In the final analysis, it is the strength of strength that determines the level of status.
In the eyes of the patrol officer, the spatula was a sharp tool for distinguishing the identity of this fair young man.
But when the sword was about to touch his neck, the fair young man disappeared from his eyes. The sword finally cut through a piece of nothingness and fell to the ground, splitting cracks in the yellow sand.
"something."
The fair young man was so fast that even he could barely see him. Could it be that this boy had some special skills in movement.
But as everyone knows, this is just Yi Xifeng's usual dodge. Relying solely on the explosive power of his body, he will not emit any inner energy while dodging, and naturally others will not notice it.
Furthermore, the unique skill of Shenfa "Moon Steps to Climb the Dragon" has not been used yet.
In the midst of his thoughts, Yi Xifeng's standing figure moved instantly, and while the patrol officer was still confused, he chose to strike preemptively.
Ye Jian Hanxing unsheathed the sword in response, and the sword made a long sound. In an instant, a black flame hit him.
The ultimate movement technique is like a tiger pouncing on food, hard to catch. In the blink of an eye, Ye Jian Hanxing carrying black flames has arrived in front of the patrol officer.
The black flames were in the shape of a sword, and there must be some kind of weapon inside. After so many years of fighting, his patrol officer had never seen the inner energy in the shape of a weapon.
Years of combat experience allowed the patrol officer to react instantly.
But Yi Xifeng was so fast that he could only forcefully take over this move.
The ranger held the knife in his hand horizontally in front of his chest, trying to block it with the blade.
Ye Hanxing was naturally in Yi Xifeng's hand as if he was commanding him, but he was not prepared to change the direction of the sword, and the sword point went straight towards the blade. Immediately, a burst of terrifying coercion spread from the feet of the two of them, and the "pure land" created by the collision did not even enter the yellow sand all over the sky.
"How can this Yi Xifeng be so strong?"
Meng Xinyuan, who was hiding in the dark, looked at everything in front of him and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Being strong does not mean that other places are also strong."
Under the self-comfort paralysis, his mind also relaxed a little, and he stabilized his hidden figure again, and continued to look at the battlefield.
Zhou Yi, on the other hand, was not affected at all because he was far away.
But... the sand that covered his body was blown away by the powerful momentum, and Zhou Yi was so shocked that he shrank under the yellow sand again.
Watching all this with a pair of eyes exposed, she knew that the fair-skinned young man was not an ordinary person, but she never thought that he was so powerful. The battle at the level of the great warrior was somewhat subverted in his mind.
The strong men in the Dacheng realm in my memory did not seem to be as powerful as these two people.
The two fought against each other, but the patrol officer was at a disadvantage!
The confrontation between the two weapons, the knife and the sword, shook the true energy. The sword in Yi Xifeng's hand shifted, and his figure moved, and he came behind the patrol officer in an instant.
Ye Jian Hanxing's sword edge swung by, the sharp edge was dazzling, and the sharp sword was hard to guard against.
However, the patrolman did not dodge, turned around and struck out with a sword, blocking the sharp sword sharply.
But the wrist holding the knife couldn't help but tremble.
Fast, so fast that people can't react in time. After the two moves clashed, Yi Xifeng's sword momentum changed again, and his movement became faster and faster. The patrol officer's eyes, which could barely keep up with the speed of the fair young man, were here. For a moment, his presence was not noticed.
He can only rely on his years of combat experience and induction to deal with the situation in front of him.
Under the rising sun, swords and swords were constantly clashing, and sparks flying from the friction between the weapons seemed to form a sense of equal score.
It seemed that the two of them were equally matched, but in fact the patrolman's face was ashen, and he lowered his head and remained silent.
, if there are knowledgeable people here, they will know at a glance that the meridians in his body have been disordered for a long time, and the patrol officer is suppressing the strangeness in his body. Now he regrets the things he is in charge of, and he is involved in it for no reason. To have such a powerful enemy.
"There's something weird about this sword." The patrol officer muttered in his heart. The moment he came into contact with the black sword, he felt a black flame enter his body along the blade, disrupting the meridians and colliding with the inner body. Fu, even when he fought against the fair young man again later, he always felt powerless.
He mobilized 10% of his internal energy to gather the energy on the blade, but only 70% of the energy actually gathered on the blade.
This black flame is still devouring his true energy!
"Zhang Xun, let me help you!"
When the two parties were in a stalemate, a voice came from a distance.
The patrol officer, who was originally weak after the fight, heard this sound, and the aura of strength of a chivalrous master once again emanated from the position where he stood.
There will be no room for negotiation between the two of them.
At least, not now!
(End of chapter)
