I’m a Courteous and Honorable Man, Not a Devil: Two hundred and sixty-one, of course I will use a sword, but it’s not necessary
"Sweat, I'll get the sword!"
A grassland warrior shouted and urged the war horse to fly towards the big stone where Ni Kun was.
When he was more than ten feet away from Dashi, his feet stomped on the stirrup, and he rose to the sky like a predatory goshawk, rushing towards Ni Kun.
As he flew, he pulled out the long knife behind his back, shouted, holding the knife with both hands, slashing down, and waving a hot, blazing light.
"You don't even have the qualification to let my frost sorrow get bloodied."
Ni Kun said lightly, without raising his head, his right hand moved away from the hilt, and his second finger greeted the hot blade light gently.
吀！
In the gold-iron clash, Ni Kun actually used **** to lightly grasp the human target that was enough to cast the whole iron, and cut it with two cuts.
Wait for the samurai warrior to make any contingency, Ni Kun twitched with **** and clanged with a squeak, easily breaking the tip of the knife. Afterwards, the blade of the sword turned into a streamer and shot out, piercing the warrior's throat.
A cloud of blood mist spewed from the samurai’s neck. The powerful kinetic energy, with the body of the warrior, flew backwards for more than three feet before he fell to the ground.
嘭!
The muffled sound of the samurai's body falling to the ground, like a heavy hammer, made Wu Liehong and others feel a shock.
Watching myself as one of the 200,000 prairie warriors, carefully selected, his personal strength can be ranked among the top 16 riders in the entire prairie, and he hasn’t even walked through a round under Ni Kun. In the eyes of the prairie giant Khan Lihong, there was finally a look of fear.
The tall, thin figure with red cassocks, short hair, black rosary on the neck, and a prairie master who wears a long sword on his waist, the saint Sanger also has a serious look and looks a bit distraught Ni Kun, whispered: "Grandmaster who entered the Tao with martial arts!"
Wu Liehong's eyes flicked, his eyes fixed sharply on Ni Kun, and he asked sharply, "Who are you? When did Central Plains appear as your grandmaster again?"
Ni Kun lowered his eyes and looked deeply at Shuanghan Longsword, said lightly: "The dying person is not qualified to know my name."
"Crazy!" Wu Liehong roared, and the whip pointed at Ni Kun, "shoot him!"
Fifteen rides behind him to take off the iron tire strong bow, at the same time open the bow and arrow.
嘭!
In the bow trembling of the bow string, fifteen three-sided piercing arrows shot Ni Kun.
When the arrow breaks through the sky, a strange green rune illuminates faintly above the arrow, flashing a fascinating green awn.
"Evil curse?"
Ni Kun can see at a glance that the fifteen arrows have a certain power of evil spells, which can erode the filthy body and the gas, even enough to penetrate the protection of the low-level gas refining monk. Body magic.
"This is the prairie master, the strange magic spell that was built after the encounter of the saint Sanger? Unfortunately, too weak!"
The sword flashed lightly.
Ni Kun finally pulled out the Frost Cold Sword and flicked it with his hand. The broad sword body was like a shield, and the fifteen sharp arrows flew at the same time.
Seeing his sword movement, Wu Liehong, Sanger and others felt uncomfortable.
feels that his moves are particularly ugly, without the beauty of swordsmanship, the sword is like a hammer, but it can easily block the fifteen arrows that are not simple...
"The sword technique is not good, the sword is very good." Saint Sage whispered: "I look at this person, I don't use the sword at all. But his long sword is indeed a treasure. When wielding, there is a sword Qi is spontaneous, even if the sword does not touch the arrow, Jian Qi can bounce the arrow."
"Yes. When the man who just took the sword, I saw the score, and only swept five arrows. The remaining ten arrows were all bounced away by the invisible sword gas. This person took advantage of the sword, Only then seemed to be at ease. This sword was so amazing that it fell on a guy with no sword skills, and it was a real pearl. Only Ben Dahan was worthy of this sword!"
Wu Liehong stared at Ni Kun's frost cold sword, invading his eyes, full of must-have colors.
"Try again." Sanger ordered in a low voice: "Continue to shoot!"
The fifteen grassland warriors began to continue shooting arrows. This time they fired freely and each played their own pride.
There are several arrows and beads, and several sharp arrows are connected in a straight line. The first arrow covers the arrows behind the arrows. There are some arrows that fly to the sky and then pierced vertically to take the ejection arrows from Ni Kun’s top door. ; There are arc arrows that use the weak wind to shoot arc trajectories and capture the soft ribs of Ni Kun's flanks; there are also bullets that are as fast as bullets and indestructible.
The fifteen grassland warriors are all the most powerful among the two hundred thousand grassland warriors. Regardless of martial arts or archery, it is grade 1 one.
With the armor piercing arrow blessed by Saint Sage, in the view of Ullehon, even the two masters of the Central Plains who used martial arts, such as the stunned sword and the evil spirit gun god, are probably in their hands. Under siege, he was in a hurry.
However, these amazing shots have no effect in front of Ni Kun.
He sat so steady on the stone pedestal, casually swiping the Frost Cold Sword, sweeping the floor generally with a left swing and a right sweep, easily shooting all the sharp arrows from fancy shooting Bounce off.
But Ullehon and Sanger both saw the score, he just blocked a small amount of arrows. Most of the rest of the arrows were flicked away by the frost cold sword gas above the sword body.
Such a magical special effect makes Wu Liehong look more and more hot. Shuanghan Dajian's broad and thick sword, at first glance, knew that it was a very tough and heavy sword shape, and it was also very appetizing to him.
"The temptation is enough." Sanger ordered the samurai to stop shooting.
Sangger whispered to Wu Liehong again: "That man's swordsmanship is really ugly. But after all, he is a master of martial arts, and the sword in his hand is also awesome, not to be underestimated."
Wu Liehong nodded: "Ben Dahan teamed up with the National Teacher, when he can win the kid."
"That's exactly what it is." Sanger said: "Then let's go."
Say Wu Liehong and Sang Hong looked at each other without saying a word, and at the same time they rose into the air, stirring the world and vitality between their breaths.
Wu Liehong pulled out the big sword on his back, screamed, and cut out a ten-foot-long, condensed sword gang; Sanger pulled out a three-foot-long miserable green demon sword, knife On the way out, countless miserable green winds, with skulls wrapped in shrill roars, swarmed towards Ni Kun.
Wu Leihong’s Jian Gang is enough to easily break the protective shields of the five or six layers of monks, so that the rest of the magic weapon can be smashed. The windy ghost roar from Sangger's miserable green monster sword has extremely evil power.
The fifteen grassland warriors in the battle of fifty feet, only to hear the wind whistle, they felt dizzy, when they saw the skull with a terrible ghost, the whole body was full of energy, and it seemed to be broken. Go out and cast in that miserable green wind.
The bitter green demon sword is the treasure that Sanger encounters. Have the power to absorb the spirit and spirit of a stranger.
As long as a small hole is cut by the blade, no matter how high the martial arts, a body of blood and vitality, and even the soul must be absorbed by the demon knife, increasing the power of the demon knife.
This knife can also refine the essence of the blood, and feed the knife master. The national teacher Sangge used this sword to enter the Tao, and assisted Wu Liehong to enter the Tao.
At this time, the two great masters of the grassland joined forces to fight together and went all out to win Ni Kun in one fell swoop.
Wu Liehong wanted Ni Kun's sword.
Sangge wants Ni Kun’s spirit.
"A great master who uses martial arts, the spirit of his spirit will surely make my cultivation higher!"
Jian Gang is fierce and the wind is strange.
is here, but Ni Kun still sits firmly on the stone seat.
"Do you think that this sword's swordsmanship is unsightly?" His lips curled up, and a sneer came out: "As a swordsman of interest, how can I not use a sword?"
Shuanghan Jianguang, lights up again.
Ni Kun waved his sword.
This time, it was no longer careless, ugly and sloppy sweeping.
The sword that weighed more than a hundred pounds became extremely light. Jianguang leaped like a dancing elf.
The soft sword spirit, like a pervasive light wind, blows away the ten feet of Jiangang, and it seems like the silent spring rain of the debris, which melts the shadowy ghost roar.
After the , the blade that didn’t look sharp, swept the throat of Wu Liehong away from the ground, and then turned around again. The tip of the sword lightened slightly in Sanger’s eyebrows.
铿!
In the soft whisper, Frost Han Sword, once again stabbed into the big stone in front of the stone seat.
Ni Kun held the hilt in his hands and resumed his posture of holding the sword.
Wuliehong and Sanger crossed in the air, one left and one right, and fell under Dashi.
Wu Liehong's eyes were dazed, for a moment, his palm touched his neck, and when he looked down, he saw palms full of dazzling scarlet.
Sanger also couldn't help but raised his hand and touched the eyebrow, but only touched a little blood.
"How could this happen?" Wu Liehong muttered, "Isn't it that you can't use a sword?"
There was a pop, and a line of bright red blood spread out on Wu Liehong's neck. The blood sputtered like a fountain, and a sizzling wind came out.
Big bear-like strong and strong body, shaking slightly twice, the grassland sweat, golden lion crashed to the ground, looking up at the sky dome, full of unwillingness and confusion.
National teacher Sanger opened his mouth and wanted to say something. The demon knife suddenly burst into green light and a miserable green wind blew out from the handle of the knife.
When the overcast wind screamed, Sanger's palms dried up suddenly, and between breathing, he became skinny.
The miserable green wind continued to spread along Sanger's palm, and quickly wrapped him in a silky cocoon wind.
When the wind returns to the knife handle, Sanger has become a skinny, like a weathered dead body for many years.
The small wind across the gorge blows, and Sanger's dry body disintegrates with the wind, turning into a gravel.
And before seizing his time completely, the demon knife that had exhausted his blood, vitality, and soul, fell into the ground with a bang, and the green knife body exuded a more dazzling, full of temptation. Green mans.
is just a trick.
The two Grandmasters of the Prairie, fell instantly. Sanger was also repulsed by the demon sword, and was exhausted by the spirit.
The remaining fifteen grassland warriors were cold all at once, like falling into the abyss. They couldn’t believe that the sweat and state masters regarded by them as gods had fallen here before they entered the Central Plains.
died in the hands of a mysterious man who did not even know his name.
For a while, the fifteen grassland warriors looked at each other, roaring together, and launched a desperate charge towards Ni Kun.
"It's loyal. Just send you down and continue to follow your sweat."
Ni Kun pulled up his long sword again, waved his hand, and a piercing cold awn passed, the sword gas was dozens of feet wide, the blood was flying, like a rose in rage, blooming in the air, and again Quickly withered and soaked the canyon land.
"You have passed the level."
The huge voice rang in Ni Kun's ear.
As soon as this sound fell, the miserable green demon knife that was inserted into the ground disappeared in the air, and Ni Kun had a little more green crystals in his hands~IndoMTL.com~The source of water lines? Ni Kun was surprised: "It feels very similar to the breath of the tears of the Blue God!" Could it be that the miserable green monster knife was produced by the Blue God? "
The blue **** is called the blue god, but the treasures produced do not necessarily have to be made azure blue. It doesn't have to be made into auxiliary equipment like Blue God's Tears.
Looking at the miserable green demon sword drawing the soul of blood and blood, even after the former master is useless, he quickly defies the master, uses waste, and lures the evil that the new master picks up. It feels a bit like the blue god's routine.
"So, the real focus of this mission is to seize that monster knife? If it is only to intercept for a day and wait until the reinforcements arrive to knock back the enemy, it has only reached the basic conditions, can only pass the level, and get no better rewards. ?"
Ni Kun threw the green crystal in his hand: "This water line has too few sources for me to use. But with the tears of the blue god, it is more than enough. Not only is it enough to cultivate killing moves, but it can also improve the realm. Cultivate as... The third level will get the source of the water bank, it seems that the source of the gold bank is promising!"
At this time, a loud voice sounded again: "Are you going to the next level?"
Ni Kun thought about it and said, "Can I stay here for a while?"
"Perfectly complete the task, you can stay here for seven days."
"Seven days? Enough!"
Ni Kun finally got up from the stone base, lifted the big sword, and walked towards the back of the canyon.
"Let's see if this is a real world..."
[The cigarette was cut off recently, and I am being forced to quit smoking. The state is very ups and downs. Seek a ticket~! 】