Lu Wu waved his right hand, and the wooden gun in his hand flew away. In an instant, it crossed a distance of more than 20 meters and penetrated into the back of a robber.
With a "click" sound, the robber who tore the little girl's clothes was pinned to the carriage, then he pulled out the scimitar he had just obtained and walked down the hillside.
This is a hornet's nest.
"Enemy attack! Be careful!"
"Look out, it's Marco—Marco, are you crazy?"
"Marco the bastard killed Nello!"
"Kill him to avenge Nello!"
"Marco is not like that!"
The people down the slope were in confusion for a while. When they discovered that the attacker turned out to be their companion just now, one person was left to watch the two girls, while the others grabbed their weapons and rushed forward cursing.
Go forward from both sides and get within ten steps.
"Wait, wait -" One of the men, Matras, who was wearing a red hat, suddenly changed his face and slowed down to remind the people around him.
"Wait a minute, let's go together and kill this little bastard!" Rick, the bearded guy next to him, pushed him and said angrily.
The original owner of Lu Wu's body was still a young man.
This is not a coincidence, because the cell activity of teenagers is stronger than that of adults. In order to save the energy of shaping the body, Kunlun Mirror will try to select the ones with stronger vitality among the corpses.
"No - Marco died just now." Matrice was surprised.
They were all members of the Yeya mercenary group. This time they were hired by a certain big shot, and the whole group went out to intercept someone in the convoy.
Perhaps because of the unprofessional temporary change of profession, the ambush was not concealed enough, and was discovered by the experts in the convoy in advance. Seeing that there were so many of them, the other party abandoned the carriage and ran away into the mountains, leaving a few archers behind to take advantage of the favorable location and condescendingly try to delay some time.
Marco was young and impulsive. He had only joined the Wild Fang Mercenary Group for a short time. He was eager to make a fortune and did not care that he had no shield. He was the first to rush up the hillside, and of course he was the first to die.
"I remember, wasn't this bastard the first one to rush up and be shot to death? At that time, I also said that he was another rookie who had never survived the first battle." Rick suddenly realized.
Thinking of what happened not long ago, Rick with the beard turned pale.
"Could it be that he wasn't shot to death? Was he feigning death?" Nkodo, who was holding the flail, looked at Lu Wu who was striding towards him, couldn't help but swallowed, and said.
Things like the undead are widely circulated in the mercenary industry, but few have actually been seen, and even the undead are mostly ghouls, zombies, ghosts, etc. How can they be so vivid? .
"He must have been hit by an arrow at that time. Even if he faked his death, he couldn't be like this, right?"
Although this kind of thing is rare, everyone has heard of it, and some people have even seen it. But even if they wake up, they are still seriously injured, and there is no way they can be so alive.
"What the hell is that?"
The two sides are approaching each other, even if they are walking, the distance is constantly shortening.
While everyone was still hesitantly guessing whether the other party was an undead spirit and what kind of undead spirit it was, Lu Wu had already approached.
As they got closer, these mercenaries gave up their thoughts. Someone shouted, and everyone was at a loss, with swords, chains and shackles raised, and they attacked.
Regardless of whether the resurrected one in front of you is Marco or some kind of monster, it’s still a person. Let’s gather around it and chop it to death first.
If he couldn't be killed, it would be too late to escape - it wouldn't be worse anyway, right?
Seeing the opponent shouting and surrounding him, Lu Wu's figure sank slightly at first, and then suddenly disappeared in the eyes of everyone in the Yeya Mercenary Group.
Streaming light and shadow!
Known as the 'ancestor of hundreds of weapons and the source of ten thousand weapons' - also known as - one of the highest achievements of the legal system. To describe it as tyrannical is too derogatory.
It is the highest achievement of martial arts that can be achieved through martial arts, and the body of flesh and blood that has been painstakingly polished by oneself can compete with thousands of Taoist techniques.
This kind of real body wraps the microscopic cell structure of the whole body with Qi and blood energy, and develops it into expandable and telescopic structures. Therefore, the whole body responds immediately to the movement of thoughts, and the movement speed is incredible when the body technique explodes.
Even if Lu Wu's true body, which he had painstakingly polished for sixteen years, was here, it might not be bad in terms of strength, but his shooting speed would be three points inferior, and his body skills would be even farther away by a few streets.
Therefore, Lu Wu's figure first fell down to gain momentum, and then exploded like a stream of light. The mercenary Wei Lun who was guarding the two women at the foot of the hillside could clearly see the light of a sword flickering and circling in the crowd. Some of the mercenaries in front of him could not even see Lu Wu's figure, so they lost their lives inexplicably.
Thousands of things can be broken, but nothing can be broken if it is fast.
With such a gap in speed between the two sides, the opponent is not much different from a standing wooden stake.
In just one or two breaths, Lu Wu revealed his figure, and the scimitar in his hand was as bright as ever - if the knife was too fast, blood would not stick to it.
Lu Wu walked down the hillside.
Behind them, blood mist suddenly sprayed out from the necks of the mercenaries one after another, and their standing bodies fell down like dominoes.
"You, you, don't come over, or I'll kill her!" Wei Lun was so frightened that he suddenly pulled up the ragged girl on the ground and blocked her in front of him, pulled out a dagger and put it against her neck.
"You can kill if you want." Lu Wu raised the scimitar in his hand, looked at the blade, and said nonchalantly.
Although Lu Wudu only cut the opponent's neck and did not cut off the neck bone and behead him, the edge of the scimitar was still a bit blunt.
Human muscles and blood vessels are actually quite tough, and Lu Wu swung the knife too fast. The combination of the two meant that even if he didn't chop hard objects, the knife would still be somewhat worn.
Lu Wu used to use long knives and halberds, and he didn't rely on sharpness to win, and the Nine Netherworld Sea's true energy was concentrated in it to protect the blade, but this was the first time he encountered the edge of the blade being worn.
As for the threat of Velen?
Being able to come to rescue people is already the last remaining moral element of Lu Wu. If he wants him to accept coercion because of the hostage, even if it is just a small coercion of 'don't come over', it exceeds Lu Wu's moral level.
"You, don't you want to save someone? I will really kill her, don't come over, don't come over -" Velen yelled.
In fact, Velen is considered a senior mercenary. He has seen a lot of life and death, so he shouldn't be so useless. But the question is, who knows what this thing is?
Anyway, it's definitely not Marco's arrogant but half-hearted person.
You must know that in legend, people killed by the undead will not have the opportunity to return to the kingdom of God. Instead, they will be dragged into hell by the undead and suffer eternal torture.
Otherwise, Velen wouldn't be so frightened that his hands would tremble.
Lu Wu frowned, flipped his wrist, and the scimitar flew out of his hand and turned into a rapid light wheel. It first cut off Velen's wrist holding the dagger, then crossed the side of Velen's neck, then drew a large arc, and flew back again. In the hands of Lu Wu.
"Why are you howling!" Lu Wu scolded.
Velen sprayed blood mist from the side of his neck, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't, and he fell softly.
