No one had expected that the first person to take action would be Shen Yi.
He clenched the ceremonial sword tightly in both hands, and the black light on the sword quickly faded, turning into a breathtaking black.
This was the first time he used his full strength after entering the Jade Liquid Realm.
Tan Lang Zhuxie, who has reached perfection, shows unprecedented sharpness with the blessing of his majestic state.
Clang——
The ceremonial sword slashed down suddenly, without the mighty momentum of the previous sword energy, it was silent and had only the purest sharpness.
The crocodile was on guard because of his anger, but he was not vigilant against such swordsmanship.
Until the black blade approached, a chill rushed from the soles of its feet to the top of its head. It showed a look of shock, stomped its feet on the ground, and smashed towards the blade with its scaly elbow.
Using the body to hit the blade!
Crack, crack—
There was no sound of meat being cut, nor any sound of metal colliding.
I saw that all the scales on the crocodile's arms stood up, as if they were covered with curved sharp blades.
The ceremonial knife did not touch its flesh, but instead scraped off a layer of scales.
Taking advantage of this split second to react, the crocodile turned around suddenly, and saw that the wide cloth shirt was lifted up, and a thick and powerful tail was swung out, as if it was made of fine steel and iron, and it hit the young man's arm hard.
Facing the deadly moves that the demon had hidden in advance.
Shen Yi's eyes were cold, and his sword skills, which had reached a perfect state, were controlled freely.
In the blink of an eye, he slashed out again.
Just when it was about to touch, the tail that was as hard as steel suddenly became soft and flexible. The fierce force just now was just an illusion to confuse the enemy. It did not compete with the Yidao at all, but directly wrapped around Shen Yi's arm.
The next moment, the scales on the tail also stood up.
Swish!
Just one turn contains three murderous intentions.
The silk sleeves were torn and stained with a little dark red.
The crocodile's face was not looking good. The scales on its body were nurtured for thousands of years. They looked like just scales growing on its body, but in fact they had long been refined into a precious armor that could be used for both offense and defense.
It is the precious thing on which it depends for survival.
However, after just one encounter, he was cut into dozens of pieces by the strange black knife, and he was already complaining in his heart.
It's nothing compared to the slight flesh wounds inflicted on the other party.
Ferocity flashed in the crocodile's eyes, and he exerted force again, wanting to take this opportunity to crush the young man's entire arm in one go.
At this moment, it suddenly found that Shen Yi opened his palm and his five fingers were tightly grasping its tail.
"How dare you, a mere warrior, wrestle with me?"
The crocodile noticed the other party's intention and felt both amused and annoyed as if he was being provoked.
If warriors could fight natural and natural monsters head-on with their physical bodies, there would be no need to think about any martial arts techniques.
The thought has not yet faded.
The next moment, everything in its vision suddenly turned upside down.
Shen Yi grabbed the crocodile's tail and swung it up into the air, smashing it out without any hindrance!
Bang!
The crocodile rolled out, its rough claws digging into the stone ground like a rake.
He shook his flat head, his two bulging eyes looking a little dazed.
Then he seemed to realize something, raised his head, and his face was full of excitement.
I thought that the other party had accidentally refined a trace of the blood in the Jiao Dan, but I didn't expect... Hoo... to be able to absorb it so perfectly!
"Roar!"
Its eyes were bloodshot and it leaned forward and roared.
Such an exciting, sharp and piercing sound also attracted the attention of people on the other side.
Just when Shen Yi took action.
Twenty or so Golden Eagle Captains reacted quickly and threw out the chains in their hands, trapping Elder Angry Sword inside.
The so-called Demon-Suppressing Array is not purely a martial art. Apart from the techniques, the material of the chains can greatly hinder the movement of breath.
The premise is... it can be locked.
The center of the formation that should have been occupied by Zhao Kanglin was now replaced by Hong Lei. The coordination was so unfamiliar that it was no exaggeration to say that they were fighting on their own.
The captains of the outer camp were in almost the same situation. They were not used to joining forces to kill, not to mention that they were temporarily transferred from different generals. They had only been working together for a few days and didn't even know what their colleagues were good at.
In this situation, a group of beginner warriors cannot get involved at all, and there is even a risk of causing trouble.
Due to many factors, the elder, holding a five-foot-long sword, was like a tiger among a flock of sheep.
Fortunately, Hong Lei had a solid foundation. Although he didn't know how to cooperate with the Demon Suppression Formation, he at least knew that the old man was afraid of those chains. With this advantage, he could barely hold on for a short period of time.
The opponent was obviously using a secret technique to hold on, burning his vitality and briefly returning to his peak. However, he couldn't even fully achieve the secret technique, and his aura was weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As long as I can delay for another three incense sticks... the other party will die without me having to do anything myself.
I just don't know how many more people will die within these three incense sticks.
There is another more important point, that is the Jade Liquid Realm Perfection demon behind him. Even if Shen Yi is strong, how long can he stop it?
The silver-haired old man waved his sword casually, and a strong sword aura was swung out. Hong Lei could avoid it, but the Golden Eagle Captain holding the chain could not avoid it. He couldn't watch the formation being broken so easily, so he could only grit his teeth and take it.
Countless poisoned weapons and arrows flew over.
The elder didn't dodge at all, allowing those things to pierce his skin, and then slapped them away.
For a dying person, deadly poison has no deterrent effect at all.
It wouldn't even attract his attention as much as a crocodile's roar.
The elder turned around and looked.
The demon's blue shirt was torn into pieces, and it was obvious that he had been beaten to a ferocious state. As he ran, even the ground was shaking slightly.
Opposite him, Shen Yi slowly put away his ceremonial sword.
"Um?"
Doubt emerged in the elder's cloudy eyes.
In his opinion, the young man had a strong breath and was far from exhausted, so why didn't he put away his sword?
Immediately afterwards, Shen Yi responded to his confusion with action.
As your palm is gently raised.
In the silent night, strange scarlet spots suddenly appeared, and a murderous aura filled the air, as if turning this place into a purgatory.
The elder clenched the sword in his hand, and his calm mind finally wavered.
He had seen a similar scene before. That was the tactic that the Qingzhou general often used when he was young. It was called Sihe Zhengang and he made a great name for himself throughout Qingzhou.
There are five unique skills, and it is said that if one masters one of them, he will be able to dominate others in the same realm.
But even for the general at that time, the aura was not as dense as the one before him. It did not have such a bone-chilling ferocity, nor did it have such a scarlet evil feeling.
It was hard for him to imagine what it would feel like if he were under this bloody rain.
"Ouch!"
The rain poured down, and every drop landed accurately on the crocodile dragon.
The thousand-year-old monster from Yangchun River was actually being knocked back at this moment. The enchanting flames on its body were burning its most treasured armor, almost submerging it in an instant.
The only sound on the field was the heart-wrenching wailing.
At this moment, the young man standing with his hands hanging down suddenly looked over here.
Then raise your palms again.
"…"
Elder Nujian looked up at the scarlet spots that appeared above his head, ready to strike.
His cloudy eyes grew dimmer.
The strength in his palm slipped away, and the five-foot-long sword hit the ground with a crisp "dang" sound.
It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that everything has lost its meaning.
Under this strong energy, the three incense sticks of time that I had accumulated over many days seemed a little redundant.
(End of this chapter)