Su Tiedao fell to the ground, and after a brief pause, Zhang Yumeng took out a dagger from his waist, hugged the slave in front of him tightly, and directed a burst of continuous output to the position of his back spine.
After stabbing him four or five times in a row, he rolled forward three times in a row, regardless of whether there was anyone behind him.
Looking at Yang Qian, he kept instigating Yahuazi.
"Tsk, the beating was really ugly."
Mu Qing smiled and said, "It's amazing that Zhang Xiaoniang can do this. When we first met, Zhang Xiaoniang was just a helpless woman."
"That's right, it's just that her brain is about the same as before. Can't she challenge five slaves first and then gradually increase the number? Twenty at the beginning. Does she think practicing martial arts is easy?"
Cao Wushuang's face was full of coldness, but from his dazzling eyes, there was a slight hint of appreciation.
Yang Gan looked at Qingqing.
"What kind of weapon do you think Zhang Yumeng's habits are suitable for?"
Qingqing smiled peacefully.
"My fighting experience is not as good as yours. It also depends on whether it is the battlefield or the arena?"
Yang Qian nodded, which was correct.
If it's a battlefield, Ma Shu will definitely be the first to pull. Even if it's not Ma Shu, long weapons will be the main ones.
On the battlefield, besides bows and crossbows, long weapons are king, without exception.
To put it harshly, Su Tiedao was a magic weapon when the knights competed with each other, but on the battlefield, it was a secondary weapon, and the main weapon was always a crossbow or a long weapon.
It seems that I have to ask Zhang Yumeng, what is the purpose of practicing martial arts? If it is a knight-errant competition, then the focus is on swordsmanship. If it is a battlefield fight, in addition to swordsmanship, you must also learn how to use long weapons.
While thinking about it, Zhang Yumeng killed three more people, picked up a bronze sword, and scratched two people.
It has to be said that the more they fought, the more familiar Zhang Yumeng became. His whole body was slightly arched and his eyes were constantly scanning left and right.
Sometimes the reason why you can see the scene behind you is that you constantly adjust your position and scan with the peripheral vision of your eyes.
The things Yang Qian teaches are relatively complicated, and he usually only teaches the same thing for a period of time, which saves her from being able to absorb it while studying.
"Ah~~~~ Smelly bitch, it hurts me so much. Stop turning around. If you don't kill her, we will all die."
A slave whose thigh was penetrated was also aroused and fierce, and he firmly grabbed Zhang Yumeng's wrist to prevent her from pulling it out.
Before Zhang Yumeng could react, the slave behind rushed towards her.
A long leg stretched out leisurely, and the fastest slave was kicked twice.
"Gan, I'm going to kill you."
Zhang Yumeng's eyes were red. He had never been beaten like this in his life. He had not been considered a sweetheart since he was a child, but he was still the apple of his parents' eyes.
After studying medicine, I got acquainted with my doctoral supervisor and my family, so I was taken care of.
After entering the entertainment industry, almost no one dared to say unspoken rules for themselves because of family connections.
But now, after being raped several times by several slaves, my waist is still aching.
Several people grabbed and hugged her. Zhang Yumeng instantly went crazy. Instead of struggling, his face turned red and he turned around suddenly.
Several slaves were immediately thrown away. Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Yumeng took a few steps forward. Without a weapon in his hand, he directly used his fists to greet the slaves' noses and sun fists.
The slaves who were beaten suddenly screamed.
Although her fighting ability is not good, she is very professional and knows the sensitive parts and weak points of the human body very well.
Being hit at the temple may cause dizziness, dizziness, black eyes, or even syncope.
Seeing a slave running over to beat him, Zhang Yumeng grabbed the arm of a slave lying on the ground and rolled him forward.
In an instant, after dodging a sword, the slave's arm on the ground showed a strange arc.
There were bursts of shrill screams.
There are people lying on the ground
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At this time, Zhang Yumeng stood up a little unsteadily, breathing heavily.
In addition to the person who was killed at the beginning, several more were killed one after another. At this time, there were 8 slaves who were slowly walking towards Zhang Yumeng with their eyes red and holding bronze swords in their hands.
"Dong dong dong dong~~~!"
Zhang Yumeng was beating so violently that she seemed to be able to hear it. There was no weapon in his hand, blood was everywhere on his body, and his hair was disheveled, looking like a female Shura.
Krisna, who was watching the excitement with her arms folded, smiled and immediately threw the saber at her waist.
"Zhang Xiaoniang!"
Zhang Yumeng was already at the end of his strength, but for some reason, when he saw a weapon flying towards him, he instinctively caught it with both hands and unsheathed it.
"Choke!" With a sound, the Miao knife was unsheathed.
Yang Qian was also helpless. This Miao sword actually had only that kind of fighting power. However, Krisna's body shape held the Sutie sword like a trombone dagger. It was very inappropriate, so he directly designed a Miao sword for her to use. The iron knife is just right for use.
Because there are many weapons, Krisna is a person who loves weapons as much as her life. She naturally likes weapons very much. When fighting, she only uses the best meteorite-coated iron sword.
Normally, I would use the Baizhe Steel Miao Dao, but fortunately it was forged with Baili Steel, otherwise Zhang Yumeng might not be able to hold it.
When the remaining slaves saw such an exaggerated long knife, they immediately paused, but Zhang Yumeng was not an idiot. She rested for a while, still had some strength, and rushed towards the opponent with the Miao knife.
All martial arts and weapons are based on objective circumstances.
The real situation is that one inch is longer and one inch is stronger. Because of the relatively advanced technology of Xia State's bronze swords, they are generally around 80 to 92 centimeters.
It is far superior to other vassal states. You must know that the bronze swords of other vassal states are generally only 50 to 65 centimeters. Of course, the blades of bronze swords of other vassal states are wider.
But Krisna's blade is over 120 centimeters.
Zhang Yumeng held the sword in both hands, gained experience, and rushed towards a slave. The other seven slaves naturally refused to watch their companions being killed and hurriedly came up.
Zhang Yumeng narrowed his eyes, braked hurriedly, twisted his hands, and used all his strength to see Miao Dao's cold light sweeping back in an instant.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
Three big heads rolled to the ground, and a large amount of blood sprayed on Zhang Yumeng's body, blurring his eyes.
The five slaves were instantly frightened, but Zhang Yumeng became more interested and excited. While the slaves were distracted, he didn't even use any moves and just cut people when he saw them.
She was beautiful and had long legs. She came in front of these people in one or two steps and chopped three more people to death with one strike. When the fourth person was cut, Zhang Yumeng's legs were already trembling.
Because of the rapid loss of strength, the fourth slave was chopped on the shoulder and stuck.
The fourth slave screamed in agony, clutching the knife on his shoulder tightly. He probably knew that he was not going to die soon. The slave was surprisingly strong.
At this moment, the last slave picked up another bronze sword from the ground and rushed towards Zhang Yumeng with two swords in hand.
But Zhang Yumeng didn't notice it at all, and he was a little confused.
"Zhang Xiaoniang, be careful!"
Xiao Yu was so frightened that he couldn't help shouting.
Zhang Yumeng felt that his eyelids were very heavy. When he heard someone calling him, he slowly turned his head and saw the slave's ferocious face. He instinctively wanted to defend himself.
But she had the idea, but her body couldn't move at all. Not only was she being held by the slave, but most importantly, her physical strength was exhausted at this time.
At the critical moment, a tall figure appeared behind the slave. Before the slave noticed, a soft but very large palm pressed on the slave's head.
"Gah, gada!"
A bloody head was ripped off.
Seeing such a scene, Zhang Yumeng couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his shaky body gained some strength.
Kerry
Although Sina's martial arts skills were not very good here, she had an innate advantage here. Seeing Zhang Yumeng, she couldn't stand it anymore. She immediately dodged to Zhang Yumeng's right side and slapped the spine of the sword hard with her palm.
"Pfft!"
The slave was slashed diagonally from the shoulder, and was cut in half.
Such a painful death made the slave scream continuously, but the sound suddenly stopped three seconds later, and his head was trampled into a rotten watermelon by a pair of big feet.
Help Zhang Yumeng to rest on a chair in the corridor.
Zhang Yumeng doesn't want to touch anything now, and Xiao Yu feeds him the water.
She was a little bit of a germaphobe on weekdays, but it didn't matter now. Her face was covered with blood. When she drank water, the blood was mixed with the water and she swallowed it. Her mouth was filled with the smell of blood, but she didn't mind at all, and even understood Yang Qian a little bit.
A person who doesn't want to fight on weekdays is like a different person once he goes to the battlefield.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Zhang Yumeng, you must have been kicked in the brain again. It's so early in the morning, and I was preparing to eat. It's so bloody that it affects my appetite."
A cheerful and teasing voice sounded.
Zhang Yumeng took a short rest and sat up a little tiredly. He saw Yang Gan walking over with his hands behind his back, looking like a leader inspecting him.
Zhang Yumeng pouted.
"A person who can eat, drink and sleep among the dead, wouldn't he be used to such a scene?"
Yang Gan crossed his hands and looked at her with surprise.
"Yes, I didn't expect your martial arts to improve so quickly, and your physical strength and strength have also been greatly improved."
Zhang Yumeng took a deep breath.
"No matter how many supplements I take every day, they will naturally have results."
Yang Qian raised his eyebrows, "Do you know how much money you eat every day? How many armies can you support with this money? Throwing it at you is just like wasting money. It's a sure loss."
"But looking at it today, it's pretty good, not a big loss!"
"Hey, I'm curious. Did you take the wrong medicine today? Why did you think of competing with the slave? Fortunately, you still have your brain and put on the armor."
Yang Qian was also convinced for a while. Call her smart. She at least knew how to wear armor when fighting. Call her stupid. She was crazy for taking advantage of twenty people.
No one in the Xuanjia Army dared to say that they could do 1v20. Fortunately, they were slaves who had been tamed for a long time, so they had no viciousness.
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