One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Seven: The White Tiger Appears
"kill!"
Three people died in the blink of an eye. This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.
But with the order in hand, they could only grit their teeth and calm down, and go forward with their swords in hand.
Dang… poof!
One sword collapsed, but the other hand moved out like a spiritual snake, changing several directions in mid-air, and instantly grabbed a piece of flesh and blood from the throat of a Jin Yiwei.
boom!
Yan Huan was protected by armor and was not afraid of being slashed by a knife. However, every time he struck, he could take away someone's life.
The sternum was shattered, the throat bones were shattered, and the abdominal cavity was penetrated...
Ruthless, decisive, and not holding back at all.
Compared to many movies with more than a dozen, the protagonist knocks down one, comes up to another, and the other gets up and continues. This kind of scene... does not exist in actual combat.
With Yan Wan's strength, even if these Jin Yiwei were protected by iron armor, it was enough to smash their bones and completely crush the fighting power of these people.
Once it hits a critical point, there is absolutely no chance of surviving by chance.
Elbows, shoulders, legs, feet, arms, palms, Yan Wang's whole body are all weapons that can kill people.
Thirty seconds...
Maybe even shorter. Yan Wang wiped the blood on his face and returned to the thatched house without changing his expression.
He sat by the fire and quickly calmed down his restless blood. His breathing gradually became longer. After a while, he opened his eyes and exhaled a long stream of turbid air.
Killing is easy, people are very fragile.
The throat, heart, lungs, spine, joints... It can be said that there are too many vital points in a person.
"What a great sword, what a pity..."
Yan Wang sat cross-legged, took off the long sword from his waist, slowly pulled it out, and looked at the slightly bumped blade, feeling regretful.
The Zhongxing Ancient Sword is definitely the best Han sword he has ever used, but it is still an ordinary soldier after all. After continuous battles, the blade has become uneven.
The Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword, which are magical weapons in martial arts novels, although their names are deceptive, are often said to be made of meteorite iron.
In fact, in reality, meteorites are just meteorites with a high iron content. This is just because there was no iron-making technology in ancient times. Among the bronzes and stone tools, iron tools are naturally the most powerful weapons.
Of course, the premise is to respect reality and science. Those guys would fly a hundred and eighty meters at every turn. Yan Guang estimated that the so-called meteorites were also different.
The Zhongxing ancient sword was made of bronze. Although it had gone through many processes, there was still a big gap in hardness compared to the steel of later generations.
For being able to persist until now, Yan Wan really admires the craftsmanship of the ancients.
Yan Wan put away the sword and thought to himself: "Back in the real world, I can find someone to re-forge a sword according to this style."
He is not prepared to take this sword out of this world. It is already a defective product and the gain outweighs the loss by taking it out. It was a waste of his only [Transfer Crystal·Low Level].
Having said that, this thing is the first item reward he got from a mission. It should be very rare...
crackle...
The firewood was burned by the flames, and there was a crisp sound.
Yan Wan rested for a while, extinguished the fire, patted the horse, and set off towards the capital again.
…
Boom...
The thunder was deafening, and Yan Wan couldn't help but look up at the sky. Black clouds were gathering, the cold wind was howling, and ice particles as dense as beans were constantly getting into his robes.
"Sleet?"
Yan Wan shivered, raised his riding whip, lowered his body and ran quickly towards the distance.
This kind of weather is going to freeze people to death.
Buzz!
With an inconspicuous muffled sound, water droplets splashed everywhere, and a rope suddenly stretched across the road.
Yan Wan's eyes flashed, and he pulled up the reins without hesitation, holding the horse's belly. The horse raised its head and neighed, immediately jumped up, crossed the snagging rope, leaving mud on the ground, and disappeared into the night.
Whoosh, whoosh...
This time it was a hail of arrows.
Yan Wan rolled over to dodge and curled up on the horse's side, letting the horse act as a shield.
Boom...
The body fell to the ground, splashing dense specks of mud.
Yan Wan looked forward coldly. Under the bamboo hat, his eyes were filled with endless killing intent.
Cold night, rain, snow, and frost.
Pavilion, stone table, one person sitting.
"Pa"
In the rain curtain, the figure sitting quietly in the pavilion slowly raised his hand and gave Yan Wan a gentle tap.
Accompanied by the intensive trembling sound of bowstrings, arrows were shot from both sides of the road.
However, Yan Wan's figure disappeared from the place in an instant the moment the man made a move, leaving only a coir raincoat that was still in mid-air and had not touched the ground.
Following a clear and long chant, the ancient sword on the waist was unsheathed in an instant, cutting through the rain curtain, tearing through the wind and snow, and like a long rainbow piercing the sun, it took the head directly from his neck.
The man chuckled disdainfully and kicked his foot, causing the stone table to fly into the air, flip over and hit Yan Wan.
"It's interesting." Yan Wan narrowed his eyes and did not choose to do it aggressively.
Instead, he slithered on the spot like a black python. When he avoided the stone table, he flicked the sword blade and stabbed the opponent's crotch from bottom to top viciously and cruelly.
Seeing this, the man's eyebrows twitched slightly, his toes pointed at the spine of the sword, he rolled in mid-air, turned around, drew the sword, and struck down in the air.
The cold light was like electricity, making a whining sound, and the force was so heavy that it contained a huge amount of energy.
Cannot be hardwired!
Yan Wang made a quick decision, lying down and straightening his back, a sharp blade popped out from his toes, and he stabbed the opponent's waist first.
The man was shocked. He never expected that the other party would have such a chilling move.
He immediately gave up, sheathed the knife to protect himself, and with the force of his roll, he swept away the sharp blade and wiped out a cluster of dazzling sparks. He landed on the ground and hit the pillars of the stone pavilion hard.
Yan Wan did not take advantage of the situation and chase him. The carp stood up and leaned against the other side of the stone pavilion to confront him.
"Qianhu's strength is really good. It's worth defeating Qinglong first, and then Suzaku and Xuanwu." The man licked his lips, touched the ground with his right foot, and slowly slid forward.
Yan Wan did not follow the routine, which was beyond his expectation. Instead, he used a sinister sword to find Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan． com almost hurt him, which made the man more wary of him.
"Bai Hu, you're not bad either." Yan Huan smiled slightly, raised his sword and pounced.
The battle between the two was fierce. The swords and swords in the stone pavilion were flying like catkins and light feathers. The speed of their moves was staggering.
However, the Jin Yiwei ambushing outside was in trouble. In this situation, it was impossible for them to fire cold arrows. In the rainy and snowy night, it would be good if they could see the figures clearly.
What's more, the speed of Yan and Wang was so fast that in just one second, they could hear at least several crisp and long collisions of weapons.
They didn't even dare to rush forward rashly. In this situation, the Jinyi guards had no doubt that if they rushed forward, they would definitely be used as a shield and even disrupt Bai Hu's concentration.
"kill."
Suddenly, Yan Wan stumbled on the spot, picked up the sword with his backhand, and the moment he opened the long sword, he stepped forward instantly, with his waist and shoulders slumped, and he hit the white tiger's chest hard like a battering ram. Remember the website address of this website, www. Biquxu． Com for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter this site