"Why is the person missing?"
"what happened?"
"Are you looking for me?"
At some point, Yang Feng appeared behind them and put his sword on their necks.
"You, are you a human or a ghost?"
There was fear on the faces of those people.
Because they didn't realize how Yang Feng did it.
"What a bunch of pig brains. Do you think I am a human or a ghost?"
Yang Feng did not kill these people.
"What do you want?"
"If you kill us, the chief will not let you go."
"Oh, then you can try, whether your chief can save you, or whether my sword can pierce your skin."
Yang Feng didn't say much.
These savages will all be his subordinates sooner or later, so it would be a pity to kill them.
"Hmph! Do you think we don't have swordsmen here?"
"Oh? How rare! There is actually a swordsman. Come and show me."
Yang Feng also underestimated this group of restoration warriors. They were obviously just soldiers, but they actually hid swordsmen.
Swordsman means that swordsmanship has reached the lowest level of the Sixth Realm.
"Hmph! I'm afraid you'll never come back."
"Stop talking nonsense, if you say one more thing, I will kill you."
Yang Feng put his sword on the opponent's neck and threatened.
The savage shrank in fear.
Obediently walk ahead and lead the way.
The warriors of the restoration of the country are divided into two types, "warrior" and "shi".
Those who do not practice swordsmanship and can only use brute force are called "shi", while those who practice swordsmanship and have certain swordsmanship skills are called "wu".
Next, what Yang Feng wants to see is "Wu".
The valley extends in all directions, more like an underground palace.
The people here all live in caves.
Stone armor, stone helmet, stone boots.
I have to say that these restoration warriors understand stones.
Yang Feng looked at the thick stone armor outside the cave, and thought about how shocking it was for such a group of people wearing stone helmets, armor, and stone boots to go to the battlefield.
"Are you scared?"
"Afraid? Huh! Don't forget, the sword can break armor."
"Swords can break through armor, but you, a swordsman, can break through hundreds of armors at most. And there are tens of thousands of us here. What do you think you have the chance of winning if a group attacks you?"
A gentleman spoke.
"Tens of thousands of people beat me up? Why the hell can you still have some face?"
To break through ten thousand armors, one needs to reach the tenth level and become a master of swordsmanship.
Yang Feng is currently still wandering in the late stage of the Nine Realms, and breaking through seven thousand armor is already the limit.
"You know you are afraid? But you are not qualified to let so many of us deal with you. As long as you have three martial arts, you have to explain here."
Soon Yang Feng was taken to the place where Wu lived.
Every warrior wears stone armor and carries a stone sword.
"This, Sword Smashing inheritance?!"
Seeing this scene, Yang Feng found it inexplicably funny, and a group of people smashed their swords.
Smash the swordsmanship!
Because the stone sword has no edge, it is a blunt sword and cannot kill anyone.
As for the restoration warriors, because they were hiding in the Broken Mountains and had no metal, resources were scarce and they could only use local materials.
Use the surrounding rocks to arm yourself and become a primitive tribe.
But for some reason, this gave Yang Feng a sense of intimacy.
"Jiang Hu, why are you here? This kid is dressed like a human, how come I haven't seen him before?"
"Old Xiong, this guy was thrown in by the chief to greet us. Originally I didn't want to alarm you, but this guy is a swordsman with superb swordsmanship. He even killed Jiang Long and even mocked us warriors of the Restoration. There are a few who can fight, so I had to bring him to you."
I have to say that although this Jiang Hu looks big and thick, he is really rough and fine.
He actually knows how to add fuel to his words.
"Boy, are you arrogant? If you can take my sword, I will spare your life."
Jiang Xiong is very confident in his sword-smashing skills. Even if he is only at the peak of the Five Realms, he cannot lose his momentum when losing.
"Sword smashing technique!"
He reached out and grabbed it to the side, and the stone handle was smashed down hard.
Suddenly dust was flying.
A shallow pit was made on the ground.
Not bad!
Yang Feng only had some time to escape from the sword.
Wait until the dust settles.
Yang Feng patted the dust on his shoulder.
A look of disgust.
call out!
With a slight movement of his body, he jumped to Jiang Xiong's side.
The Fierce Sun Sword in his hand pierced a gap in his stone armor.
Jiang Xiong only felt a chill in his waist.
Feeling frightened and angry, he drew his sword!
The average weight of Shijian is forty pounds.
So the shortcomings are also obvious, the speed is slow.
For someone like Yang Feng, who possesses both speed and power, Jiang Xiong is nothing more than a monkey trick.
But Sword Smashing, this simple and easy-to-understand inheritance of swordsmanship, still left a deep impression on Yang Feng.
With both defense and attack, this kind of weapon can easily defeat five men on the battlefield.
Sword smashing is a simple swordsmanship inheritance that only requires the strength of the sword practitioner.
You have to be able to lift the stone sword.
Then there is the technique of smashing the sword.
"What's the use of you dodging back and forth? You have the ability to take my sword head on."
Jiang Xiong also realized that the man in green shirt in front of him was much more skilled in swordsmanship than him. If the two of them fought, he would definitely suffer. Read the book
"Oh? If I take a sword from you head on, what good will it do me?"
Yang Feng didn't want to waste his efforts in vain.
"Benefits? What do you want?"
"Huh? Be my thug."
Here, a fool is acting recklessly alone!
Breaking 50,000 armor?
It is estimated that in the beginning, if one of these restoration warriors gave him a kick, his life would be on the line.
If you want to survive for half a month, you must have your own gang.
"You, don't go too far, the restoration warriors also have dignity!"
Ginger Bear, wouldn't you like to be his little leader?
what! Go and work as a thug?
"Forget it, hey! Since you can't afford to lose, then I'll challenge others."
Damn it!
If I don't fight, I will definitely be ridiculed by him, but if... no, I must not lose this face.
Just for a moment.
Jiang Xiong figured it out and couldn't lose.
"Okay! I promise you, but if you dodge or don't catch it, you will die. If you survive, you must be my slave and be driven by me."
Ginger Bear didn’t want to suffer either.
"no problem."
"bring it on!"
Yang Feng began to silently calculate in his heart the power of Jiang Xiong's sword.
Then combine it with yourself to better calculate the range of endurance. He cannot be too strong, because being too strong will cause panic. When the time comes, these barbarians will not talk to him about the moral principles of the world and engage in gang fights, and he will have no place to cry. Go cry.
Both of them are building momentum.
Ginger Bear blushed and raised the sword above his head with both hands to increase the impact of the sword.
Take the smashing sword to its extreme!
Yang Feng's head was filled with sweat. Of course, half of it was just pretending, and the other half was because he was calculating the power of Jiang Xiong's sword.
What kind of sword should he use to draw the sword to give people the feeling of a lucky win?
Therefore, my mind is going to explode.
boom!
Jiang Xiong exerted all his strength with his sword, drawing a sword arc with gravity.
Hit Yang Feng.
"Hmph! Little skinny monkey, let's see how you hide."
"As expected of an old bear, he has a killer move as soon as he strikes. This smashing sword is at least 80% effective."
Jiang Xiong took aim and looked at Yang Feng who was stunned on the spot, thinking that he had shocked the other party.
I thought to myself, you are screwed.
Yang Feng was stunned in place because he was still feeling it, his brain was running rapidly and he was constantly calculating.
Just when the stone sword was hanging above his head, the sword in his hand was unsheathed.
It is not that the sword cuts off the galaxy, but that the best is like water, like a flood.
This sword was halfway through its operation when Yang Feng was lying on his chest.
