One Thousand Five Hundred and Ten: Essential skills for the protagonist! ! !

One Thousand Five Hundred and Ten: Essential skills for the protagonist! ! !

Out of eight legs, only six were left in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

Fortunately, the demon reacted in time. The remaining sword was inserted diagonally into the ground, blocking the sword by a hair, and provoking it with force, forcibly interrupting Yan Wan's continuous offensive.

Yan Wan grinned, not feeling discouraged, and suddenly approached with his sword again, never leaving the opponent's lower body with all his moves, and even tried to remove all eight legs of the demon.

Only one of the two swords was left, and the demon was left and right for a while, looking quite embarrassed.

The sharp sword light kept scraping over his body. Even though it couldn't cause him much damage, the bone-piercing pain still kept stimulating his nerves.

As there were more and more sword marks, he obviously felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and he was no longer as ferocious as he was at the beginning. The strange changes made his heart feel cold, and he subconsciously looked at Chixiao in Yan Wan's palm.

It's it, the sword.

It was not an ordinary sword, but the evil spirit contained in that sword was so strong that even a demon like him could not compare with it.

This is a magic sword, such a deadly weapon. How can a mere human being control it without being revolted?

This is what he thought and asked. While the two parties were temporarily separated, he couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

Yan Wan's answer to this question was unexpectedly simple: "Because I am more evil than it."

As soon as he said this, the demon suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He looked at Yan Wan's smiling face and couldn't help but look frightened for a moment.

Admittedly, he was scared.

"You're scared."

Yan Wan's eyes were fixed on him, and when he saw the change on the monster's ferocious face, he twitched the corners of his mouth and grinned: "Afraid, it means that your anger is vented. Once you vent your anger, you will be dead. "

The demon's breathing gradually became heavier, and he swung his sword, blowing out a whistling wind, and coldly snorted: "You are talking nonsense, and you will die."

The battle begins again.

The demon had already planned to end the battle as soon as possible, so his moves gradually became more life-threatening, and he even did not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries.

Unfortunately, the lightning barrier on Yan Wan's body was too disgusting. Every time the demon's sword touched the barrier, it would be broken open by the feedback force, and there would even be a terrible soreness in return.

Compared to him, Yan Wan was much more relaxed. The demon who was missing two legs seemed to have six more, which did not affect his balance. But in fact, due to habit, he could not help but feel a little stiff when moving forward and backward.

This gave Yan Wan enough opportunities. Whenever the opponent made fierce moves, he could always wait for the opportunity to gather momentum, punch out, and hit the demon's leg joint hard.

With Yan Wan's current strength, one punch would break a hole in a ten-centimeter high-density steel plate. Although the monster used the warrior's bones as a trick, it still couldn't withstand such a violent attack.

Three punches and one punch.

The demon roared angrily, and he broke another leg. This time, it was not broken at the root, but at the joint, with half of it still left...

Suddenly!

Holding back the severe pain, he took this opportunity to decisively raise his claws and clutched Chi Xiao tightly. With a violent look in his eyes, he looked down at Yan Wan, raising his sword high and slashing straight at the opponent's neck.

"idiot."

Yan Wan suddenly raised his head and smiled at him. He didn't seem to be panic at all. There was even a bit of narrow-mindedness and the cunningness of a successful conspiracy in his eyes.

He did it on purpose!

A sudden thought occurred in the demon's heart, and he instinctively came up with an idea that made his whole body shiver.

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

Under his horrifying gaze, Yan Wan suddenly let go of his sword, his palms erupted with dazzling purple light, and his body movements were so flexible that he could be called a ghost. In just a short moment, he stepped forward, jumped in front of the demon, and punched with awe, his peaks piercing his ears.

Boom!

Like a hammer hitting a big clock, a melodious and dull buzzing sound spread throughout the surroundings.

Even though the demon's skin and bones are tough, even if a weapon is attached to it, it will be invisible. However, with such a piercing blow, the surging force rolled in like a river bursting its banks, and he couldn't help but fall into a trance for a while.

He can be stunned, but Yan Wan can't.

Purple Lightning Thunder Hand

The palms, claws, fingers and fists are unpredictable, in just a moment, less than half a second. Continuous explosions like firecrackers followed by ripples and explosions.

The demon now only feels like a small boat, struggling to float in the strong wind and waves, and in danger of being capsized and engulfed at any time.

Dang rang

Suddenly, the offensive came to an abrupt end. Yan Wang stepped down and Chi Xiao responded. With brilliant lightning and murderous intent, while the demon was still in a trance, he slashed with his sword and took the head.

The membrane was torn open, and the sword blade collided with the bone, making an exciting sound. After a brief stalemate, Yan Wan suddenly turned his sword, took half a step back, and turned the slash into a stab.

Chixiao was like an angry dragon with its head raised, and it went straight along the demon's throat and chin, from bottom to top, and penetrated into the brain for almost a foot, until it collided with the skull and stopped.

die!

Yan Wan's pupils shrank, he suddenly took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and the Chixiao suddenly spun in his hand, and then he drew his sword back at the right time, bringing out a stream of black fluid that was like substance.

Puff, puff, click...

The two swords struck the demon's open door vertically and horizontally, and then one sword was extended and pointed directly at the center, piercing the demon to the core.

It wasn't until there was a crisp 'click' sound in his ears that Yan Wan let out a long sigh of relief. After relaxing for a while, he drew his sword and returned it to its case, watching the lifeless monster fall to the ground.

Watching the demon's body gradually dry up and crack, wisps of black mist rose up, and its huge upper body decomposed into pieces of disgusting black matter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yan Wang smacked his lips, his eyes paused on those leg bones, and without saying anything else, he strode away from the battlefield.

This is the reason why the demons are endlessly killed. The demonic mist, the black mist, will spread again in the world and be absorbed by other demons, or even more demons will emerge again.

In fact, Yan Wan had always had a bold guess in his mind.

Assuming that this black mist is the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the vitality of heaven and earth, etc., then aren't these so-called demons actually the cultivators and immortal cultivators mentioned in the novel?

Yan Huan shook his head, rejected the idea, and then thought: "No, immortal cultivators are all living beings. Demons are born directly from the black mist. If you put it this way, doesn't it mean that... the spiritual energy has become a spirit?"

Spiritual energy is revived, he knows this trick.

After all, Qidian also has books of this type, and there are countless reasons for recovery.

There is a riot on the earth, triggering a world war. Legends come and myths come true. There is a door to another world that opens the door for travel. There are also those who absorb spiritual energy and evolve again.

But... spiritual energy becomes a spirit, this is a subject that no one has written about.

Emmm, didn’t it say that after the founding of the People’s Republic of China, people were not allowed to become spirits?

As he thought about it, Yan Wan's thoughts went astray.

"Sir, my lord..." The county magistrate jumped out of a corner at some unknown time and looked at Yan Wan in awe, stammering words that were a bit unclear.

Yan Wan came back to his senses and smiled modestly after seeing him: "No, no, no, you are the master. I just got rid of a demon, but you are the backbone of the county."

Just when the two were complimenting each other and complimenting each other.

Suddenly a guy appeared next to him, stared at Yan Wan angrily, opened his mouth and started to yell: "You, look what you have protected? Is this how you protect the people? Houses, houses, everything is gone, people … So many died.”

"Pfft"

Yan Wan waved his hands with a normal expression, not even looking at the guy who fell on his back with his head separated from his body. "Things like Shabi will be a disaster if you keep them."

He suddenly remembered a plot in a certain Bout Man that he had seen a long time ago.

Probably, Aotuman protected humans and defeated monsters, but a Shabi stood up angrily, saying that Aotuman ignored the people around him and caused too much damage to the building...

This is exactly the same view as the unlucky guy in front of me.

Yan Wan has always felt that this kind of Shabi's life is a waste of resources, and the keyboard warrior at least knows the truth and speaks from the moral high ground.

This kind of person... is a typical talkative person, and to put it bluntly, he doesn't even have a brain.

Yan Wang coughed and said meaningfully: "I still need to go back and report, so I'll bother you here.

This time, this demon's strength is so terrifying. If you and I hadn't joined hands, I'm afraid it would have caused another turmoil. Your Excellency was seriously injured. I hope you can recover well. "

Who is the county magistrate?

Within the system, go to Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. The meaning of Yan Wan's words is correct. How could he not read it?

This is to share the credit... No, this is to properly give the credit to him.

Suddenly, the county magistrate had a better impression of Yan Wan, and his smile was filled with true gratitude: "I better rely on you this time, otherwise this place will be in danger."

After saying that, his face suddenly changed, and he was pale and a bit weak. He coughed a few times, and even a drop of blood spilled from the corner of his lips. The whole person looked extremely depressed.

"My lord is seriously injured and needs to recover as soon as possible."

Yan Wan raised his hand to support him in time and waited for the servant to rush over before letting go. After greeting him, he also followed the servant to the hospital. He was also injured. Although it was a minor injury, it still involved demons. Be cautious.

After several days of cultivation, Yan Wan hurriedly left.

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midnight.

wilderness.

Yan Wan sat on the stone and roasted the rabbit slowly. He couldn't help but think of the plot in the novel he read in the past. The protagonist only knew how to barbecue. He roasted it casually and attracted a little beast. After careful investigation, he found that it was a mythical beast.

"Perhaps, my barbecue can also attract the mythical beasts." Yan Wang happily sprinkled the salt on it, and began to look forward to the day when he would take the mythical beasts to the world and defeat the whole world.

Half an hour later.

Yan Wan gnawed on the rabbit leg with an expressionless face. A demon's head was pierced by the red sky and nailed to the ground: "Why can others attract divine beasts, but I attract demons?"

As he spoke, he held up his sword angrily and poked the poor demon a few more times. After venting his anger, he was satisfied and crushed the demon's head with his foot, allowing the poor guy to escape from the sea of ​​misery.

Relax, relax, relax.

After venting, Yan Wan naturally turned his attention back to the topic.

He really wanted to play Mission: Impossible, that’s true.