Yang Gan was shocked. Who were these people? There was no trace of these 72 people in the intelligence against Shang Guo.
Unfortunately, the other party didn't give Yang Gan time to think. Five people came at him with heavy swords, and there was a swordsman beside him who aimed a light crossbow at Yang Gan.
Yang Gan had no choice but to roll on the ground. Su Tiedao swung his sword suddenly, and the two bloody legs flew directly away from their master's body.
Wave after wave of attacks greeted Yang Gan, with heavy swords, shields, ropes and light crossbows constantly attacking him fiercely.
Yang Gan moved left and right to avoid it, but he couldn't avoid it, so he used his armor to carry it.
As time went by, Yang Qian gradually figured out the rhythm. These people had a certain degree of attack and defense. There were five, ten, or fifteen people in the military formation, making it impossible for anyone to fight back.
But they made a mistake, that is, they misassessed Yang Gan's strength. When Long Daoyuan trained them, he only doubled Yang Gan's strength. After all, this was the highest recognition he had given. .
But in the past two years, Yang Qian's strength has more than doubled, especially in the use of weapons and sword techniques.
For fear of being exposed, Yang Gan did not wear heavy armor or a dragon-slaying knife at all. Because of these mistakes, the swordsmen who could have played a role in besieging Yang Gan could not even achieve the third-level effect.
"The 14th."
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"The 18th one."
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Yang Qian shook off the blood on Su Tie's sword, looked at the swordsmen panting, and said with a stern face, "A bunch of trash, is this what Long Daoyuan taught you?"
There was a strong swordsman who looked at everyone's expressions and immediately said, "Look, everyone, he is already breathing heavily. As long as we kill him, our crisis in Shangguo will be resolved."
"Jun Wu'an is so aggressive that he will attack Shangguo in the future. As long as he is killed, our family will be safe, and the superiors have arranged the best life for our family..."
Yang Gan kicked the hilt of the epee on the ground. The strong swordsman who spoke was instantly stabbed into the abdomen by the epee and fell to the ground vomiting blood.
Yang Gan began to breathe hard. When the 29 swordsmen saw it, they picked up their weapons and surrounded him again.
The corner of Yang Gan's mouth raised, revealing a sneer. He had already figured out these military formations, and he still wanted to use this against himself. It was probably too much.
In the light of swords and shadows, these swordsmen were massacred by Yang Gan. Many swordsmen tried to resist with arm shields, but found that Yang Gan's sword no longer cut people, but stabbed them, often targeting their throats, heads, and lower bodies. Thrust.
Yang Gan was short in stature, so it was a little difficult to stab someone in the head, but stabbing someone in the lower third was definitely very easy, as you could tell when he saw a dozen guys lying on the ground, covering their crotches and looking in pain.
Yang Gan kept breathing heavily while holding the Sutie Dao, his arms trembled slightly, and his legs staggered a little.
The remaining fourteen swordsmen wanted to run away, but when they saw Yang Gan's appearance, they couldn't help but feel moved again.
"Hey, can't you come up?"
"There is a strict order from above. If we go back privately, we will die. Our family members will die with us."
"That's right. If you kill Lord Wu An, you will be promoted to the third level, given tens of thousands of gold, and given a title."
The remaining dozen people began to take out their light crossbows and shoot arrows at Yang Gan.
It's just that the attack power of the light crossbow is really strong, and almost all the shots fired at Yang Gan are bounced away.
More than a dozen swordsmen in green shirts looked at each other, and for safety reasons, they picked up the rope and threw it towards Yang Gan. The hook at the top of the rope directly caught his armor.
They were immediately overjoyed. All they had to do was drag this person out and hang him on a tree. At that time, they could kill him however they wanted.
Suddenly, Yang Gan raised his head and sneered, "Are you ready? Are you coming?"
He didn't look tired at this time. He grabbed a dozen ropes with both hands, his muscles bulged, and he pulled a dozen blue-shirted swordsmen over.
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At this time, these people were scared out of their wits, and the attack was out of order. Yang Qian didn't need to chop this time, but just stabbed them one by one. In just half an hour, he killed 48 blue-shirted swordsmen. Not a single one is left.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Yang Qian immediately took out the wine bottle and drank three big gulps in a row. The strong medicinal power entered the inside of his throat, making his body begin to burn as the north wind blew.
When Long Daoyuan ran over with his men, looking at the broken limbs and corpses on the ground, his face was almost like the bottom of a pot.
Long Daoyuan is very strong, with swordsmanship and supernatural power. Unfortunately, this person's shortcomings are very prominent, that is, he does not have strong field combat capabilities, let alone jungle warfare.
Long Daoyuan glanced around and shouted angrily, "It's unbecoming of a human being to act like this. As a top expert in the world, you actually play such dirty things with me. Is this the world-famous Lord Wu An?"
Three hundred meters away from here, Yang Gan ate the dry food he found from the swordsman. It had to be said that they were really rich. Except for some raw corn, most of it was dried mutton.
Looking at the furious Long Daoyuan with a telescope, Yang Gan took a sip of medicinal wine and a mouthful of mutton jerky, and felt so refreshed.
It has to be said that according to his killing speed, ordinary soldiers would not be tired if they could kill hundreds of people. Unexpectedly, these 48 people consumed at least 30% of their physical strength.
Although these blue-shirted swordsmen were killed by themselves as if they were looking at vegetables, there were only a few who could kill them with one sword.
The remaining people, whether in swordsmanship or defense, all have extremely high attainments, but...
Yang Qian frowned slightly. These people were indeed very strong, but they just felt that their lower body was unstable. Their powerful moves lacked the firepower, and it felt like they were backing up the efforts.
There is kung fu in martial arts, and kung fu is honed over time. Without a certain amount of sweat and hard work, where would kung fu be?
Can you block this punch with twenty years of skill?
Looking at Long Daoyuan's incompetent barking, Yang Qian smiled knowingly, took out the Snow Ginseng and Yuchan Pills from the piano case, took two pills in a row, and began to hold his breath and concentrate, relax and rest.
I'll fight him myself, and after I've recovered my health, I'll just dodge him. I have the initiative, I'm afraid of the wool.
"Wu Anjun, I know you are here. I will wait for you here for a day. If you don't compete with me, I will probably go to Yuntong, although it is impossible to compete with your army."
"But I don't believe that your family, friends, and colleagues can guard against me for 12 hours."
These words were extremely penetrating. Yang Qian, who was recuperating, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as bright as new lights, filled with shocking murderous intent.
"Very smart guy."
Yang Gan understood that he had no way out this time.
It seems that I have no actual enmity with him. If this is the case, wouldn't it be a fight to the death?
"call"
Yang Qian let out a heavy breath. It seemed that this time the battle was inevitable.
Thinking of this, my heart suddenly suddenly jumped, my heartbeat accelerated a lot, and I felt a sense of excitement and uncertainty.
Yang Qian understood that he hadn't felt this way for a long time, if he wanted to use an analogy.
Just like in my previous life, I had just finished training and was about to go on stage to give a speech. There were hundreds of people below. In the first five minutes, I was stumbling on my words and feeling panicked inside.
Later, the more I spoke, the smoother and smoother I became, my energy and energy came out, and I became more confident as I spoke.
This long-lost feeling put Yang Qian in a state of excitement, but he knew deeply that any mood swings would be a huge drain on physical strength.
After cursing for a long time, the remaining swordsmen in green shirts had no choice but to start setting up simple tents and cooking food and water.
Long Daoyuan found a place, knelt on the ground, closed his eyes slowly, and didn't know what to do.
Time passed by in a hurry, and it was night before long.
The sky in the evening was fiery red with a hint of purple, it was obviously winter.
Cold wind blows
It started to roar, and it hurt a little when it was scraped on his face. Yang Gan opened his eyes, took out the remaining dried mutton from his arms, and started to eat it happily.
At the end of the day, he took off his armor and pooped and peed directly on the tree. I have to say that the armor was too heavy.
Disassembly is very inconvenient. Even after several improvements, there is still no way to make it simple and easy.
The sun sets in the west and the moon's shadow flows in the east.
A bright moon hangs in the sky!
Yang Gan stood up from the tree, used a five-stone bow equipped with a telescope, and began to snipe on target.
In front of the bonfire, several swordsmen in blue shirts sat on the rocks, adding firewood.
The firelight reflected their faces, and each of them had a look of loneliness and despair.
After practicing his skills for more than a year, he was not even qualified to injure him in front of the enemy.
When they came, following the army, nearly half of the others died, but none of them died.
It can also be regarded as the blessing of the ancestors.
But as time went by, their confidence became less and less, especially when they saw the tragic death of five hundred people. Those who were originally shouting became silent at this time.
When they saw the miserable death of their companions, these people were frightened. If the Taifu hadn't been by their side, they might have fled long ago.
Seeing the Taifu in the distance, a swordsman in blue took a sip of wine and said silently.
"Do you think we can go back alive?"
Everyone didn't react at all, they were all thinking about something in their hearts. After a long time, a swordsman in blue shirt said.
"I probably won't be able to go back."
Following the answer of a swordsman in blue shirt, some people began to speak their innermost thoughts one after another.
One of the middle-aged swordsmen laughed at himself, "I originally thought that the Sword Saint Palace would recruit people and make a good living, but I didn't expect that the money I got would be money to buy my life."
"By the way, you have a boy and a girl."
Hope appeared on the middle-aged swordsman's face, and his face gradually softened, "He is a big fat boy, and he has an extra mouth. As a big father, I must make more money, otherwise the family will almost be in trouble."
"Oh~~~"
