Chapter 363 Pojun (center)
"Enemy attack!"
A heart-wrenching shouts suddenly sounded on the Zemin fighting ship.
Immediately, I was suppressed by a shrill scream.
Where Zhang Yuan's Xuan soldiers were facing, four or five strong sage warriors had no time to dodge. They were instantly cut off their bodies by the red sword light and fell on the deck in one go.
The colorful internal organs poured out with blood.
These warriors all have the strength of the second and third levels, and their vitality is quite tenacious. Even if they are cut in half, they will not die immediately.
Their screams made the medium-sized warship explode. "Why?"
A Zemin warrior who witnessed the tragedy could not believe his eyes and roared in grief.
Chengmin and Wu Qi are blood relatives with the same roots and origins. Why did Zhang Yuan, a barbarian, wave his sword at them?
But there were only a very small number of people who were as unsatisfied as him. More warriors on the deck roared and pulled out their weapons and rushed towards Zhang Yuan, their eyes spitting fire to avenge their tribe.
Zhang Yuan killed several warriors with one sword and continued to advance.
The sword in his hand swung heavily flames, and washed away all the stubborn enemies blocking the front with an invincible momentum.
The brave and reckless samurai warriors crashed into the sword light, and suddenly a bloody storm was set off, with their heads flying and their limbs dancing, turning the upper deck of the battleship into Shura hell in an instant.
Hot blood flowed on the deck, winding together into a stream, seeping into the gap between the wooden boards.
At the same time, the rising blood energy was wrapped in the sword light and merged silently into the blade.
The surface of this Xuan soldier appeared with blood patterns, and the spirituality contained within was violently restless.
Zhang Yuan, holding a slap knife, had no turmoil in his heart.
In the past period of time, the enemies he killed far exceeded the previous sum. The barbarians who died under this Xuan soldier were approaching towards the four-digit number and had long been accustomed to killing and death.
Countless blood and life have also forged Zhang Yuan’s iron-like fighting will!
On the deck of this fighter, he was like a ruthless killing machine, reaping the lives of the enemy at his own pace, and no opponent could stop it.
First, cold, strong...
Although a large number of samurai warriors continued to rush to the deck, trying to rely on the advantage of the number of people to surround Zhang Yuan.
But they were like mantis blocking the wheels. Although they raised their weapons with great courage, they were easily crushed on the spot.
"Form a formation!"
A master of Zemin roared angrily, trying to organize a battle formation to confront Zhang Yuan.
If a low-level warrior wants to fight against high-level powerful people, in addition to using the hard pile of human sea tactics, there is another way to form a battle formation and gather the fighting spirit to suppress the latter.
But although this leader of the Zeminli had a good idea, how could Zhang Yuan give his opponent a chance to form a calm formation on the deck of the battleship with limited space?
Zhang Yuan was like a lion storming into the flock of sheep, pushing over all the way.
Soon, he actually went from the bow to the stern!
A bloody road covered with corpses appeared behind him, which made all the surviving people feel scared.
"Stop!"
When Zhang Yuan turned around and was about to kill for another round.
A gray-robed old man hurried to the deck under the escort of several samurai warriors.
The deck-wide body made his eyes snarl and he asked sternly: "Who are you?"
The Elder Chengmin couldn't believe that the enemy who slaughtered his own tribe was actually a witch. The strong man from the Qi tribe, so he doubted whether there was any misunderstanding. But the next moment, he saw the saber sword shining with a strange blood light in Zhang Yuan's hand.
The elder Zemin's eyes suddenly contracted, and he answered his own question: "Blood Sword Man Slaughter!"
Zhang Yuan's Xuan Soldier, because Because of killing too many barbarians, Damengze has long been famous.
There was also a lot of rumor among the people.
In fact, if Zhang Yuan had not spared no effort to hunt down the barbarians of the Wuqi tribe, the three coalition forces would have attacked Jinsha Island much earlier, and would not have been delayed until now.
Zhang Yuan smiled coldly and rushed towards the old man in gray robe with a knife.
It's really a blood knife slaughter!
Although Zhang Yuan's appearance and image are completely different from rumors, Elder Chengmin is 100% sure that he is the bloodthirsty god who makes Wu Qi barbarians turn scared.
The elder Zemin shouted angrily: "Abandon the ship!"
He knew very well that without the same-level powerhouse, the remaining Zemin warriors on the fight ship were absolutely not killed without killing them, only the remaining Zemin warriors on the fight ship. The possibility of the blood-sword man killing Zhang Yuan.
Let everyone abandon the ship and escape is the only choice!
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Before the speech was finished, the old man in gray robe expanded rapidly like a balloon, and his wide robe flew and fluttered, and an invisible momentum came out of his body.
His face turned red, his eyes almost glared out of his sockets, and blood oozed out of his mouth, nose and ears at the same time. "Kill!" The elder Zemin suddenly waved the vine stick in his hand and smashed it toward Zhang Yuan who was raiding.
In an instant, this black brown vine stick as thick as an arm exuded a faint golden light, and the sound of howling through the air was like thunder!
Huh?
Zhang Yuan was a little surprised.
In his perception, the aura of the old man in front of him suddenly surged, and his power was comparable to that of a fifth-level strongman.
And the rattan stick held by the other party also gave Zhang Yuan a sense of threat!
A glance flashed, and Zhang Yuan stimulated the power of the black giant ant.
He never underestimated any opponent. He had not used the extraordinary ability of the Divine Nest to send his body before, just to deal with the powerful masters in the enemy.
With the support of fifteen times of power, Zhang Yuan waved his sword decisively.
The next moment, the slaughter and the black brown vine stick collided.
The sword light emitted from the outside suddenly collapsed and the blade and the body of the staff collided with the most direct and violent collision.
The black brown vine stick was instantly broken into two pieces.
Elder Zemin blew his blood and retreated!
At this moment, a ghostly figure appeared behind Zhang Yuan, and the snow- bright dagger stabbed his back!
The assassin had hidden himself very well before, and he did not show any signs before taking action, and the timing of his sneak attack was better, which was stuck at the key point of the showdown between Zhang Yuan and Elder Chengmin.
The most important thing is that this attack is as fast as lightning, and the aura emitted from the tip of the dagger is extremely sharp!
However, Zhang Yuan seemed to have eyes on his head and stopped at the critical moment.
Suddenly turned around and returned to the knife.
The sword sword swung up from bottom to top, and the sword light that condensed with strong evil aura exploded, completely covering the dagger's aura!
"Ah!"
After a scream, a broken hand holding a dagger landed on the deck bloodily.
Ele inch long and one inch stronger.
Long knife against dagger, Zhang Yuan wins!
In fact, the confrontation between the two sides is extremely dangerous, and he may be hit if he is not careful.
The results are simply unpredictable.
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