Commanding Wind and Cloud

"This..." Looking at the situation in front of me dumbfoundedly, the records said that the second fighting body can only be condensed into one. How could this uncle in front of him condense a whole hundred second fighting bodies in the time he yawned? It seems that there is still room to spare, continue to condense more looks.

"This is not the second fighting body." Enlak smiled and shook his right index finger: "This is just my special fighting skill [Thousand Army]."

Qianjun? I shivered with enthusiasm, if I can really make a thousand of these things, then I can form an army by myself! But this fighting skill seems a bit impractical.

Two people of similar strength are fighting against each other, and if they split their strength to do this, it is to weaken their own strength and seek death. If the difference in strength is too great, it doesn't matter whether you do this or not.

Even if it is used in warfare, how can a powerful fighter who has dispersed his strength be more effective than a powerful fighter who has not dispersed his strength?

I don't understand the motivation, what is the use of making such a fighting skill?

"Curious, is there any effect of this useless useless fighting skill?" Enlak's knife-like eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts: "Soon, you will know, what is the use of this."

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of soldiers roared in unison, as if the roof was about to be lifted, and a hundred right feet stomped on the ground in a uniform manner, visibly feeling the ground trembling under their feet, as if an earthquake had really happened.

The murderous aura seemed to condense into solid frost, and Qian Jin almost had hallucinations in front of him. It was not a hundred warriors, but a thousand, ten thousand, demon warriors holding blood-dripping swords and spears!

Hundreds of fighters with the strength level of the Nine Demon Slaying Battles! Mo Jin took a breath, where did so much fighting spirit come from?

Uncle Enlak was sitting in the corner of the room, and he waved his hands and shouted at the vicious look: "Give me, hit!"

A hundred fighters from the Nine Demon Slaying Battles rushed like wolves and tigers from all directions in an instant, and their breath covered the entire field in an instant. The strong oppression made people no longer have time to think about these fighting spirit issues.

Wanying!

At the position where the vigorous body disappeared, three weapons fell at the same time, a saber, a spear, and a warhammer! The hard wooden floor was instantly turned into fly ash under the impact of fighting energy and weapons, and there was no chance for the debris to boil. There were only three sounds of heavy fighting skills hitting the ground, resounding like war drums.

"Boy, let me lend you a saber knife."

The saber in Uncle Blake's yard flew out of Enlak's big hand, passed through the gap in the crowd, and pierced directly in front of Qian Jin, as if attacking more than sending a weapon.

Weapon in hand! There was no time to fight back, four weapons flew from different directions, and what was even worse was a powerful arrow that shot a high-altitude arc in the air and pierced it.

Such a short distance, playing an arc? Momentum's scalp tingled for a while, there was no time to use anything else, Wan Ying forcibly moved again, and bumped into the sixth weapon that was hacking head-on!

Wanying! Not everything! At least in the face of a hundred opponents of almost the same level, Wanying could dodge the first batch and the second batch, but he couldn't dodge the third batch of weapons!

The spear is like a dragon, piercing through the clouds and mountains with a piercing roar and piercing towards him!

Wanying, who moved vigorously and at high speed, did not stop at all but accelerated! In such a crowd, if you stop a little, you will face endless weapons! This long spear is not to kill the enemy, but to entangle the enemy!

Energetic pupils constrict, the difference between humans and monsters in battle is actually not that big, there will always be some who are responsible for entanglement, others for attack, and those who take their lives hide in secret.

Shock! Disrupt his steps before the spear exerts its full power! To create vacancies.

All sorts of countermeasures flashed in his head almost instinctively, and he didn't dare to combine the seven forms of bloody battle into the eighth form in his hand. Although such a burst of power is powerful, it is difficult to make up for the gap after using it. It is more suitable for one-on-one solo training.

Group battle skills? The vigorous sword cut on the body of the spear, like a person sliding on ice, cutting towards the opponent's hands along this 'road'.

hiss! The spear opponent's wrist shook, and he shot the spear in his hand like a flying knife, and retreated at a high speed without even thinking about it.

free! Seeing the gap left by the opponent's retreat, Qi Jin took a step forward, and swept the sword in his hand against the one coming from the right! The sharp light of the saber formed a radiant brilliance, but only slightly collided with the saber, and the opponent had already drifted back.

Not reckless? A trace of doubt quickly flashed across Qian Jin's mind, the four sabers came from different directions, mixed with the momentum of no return, they pressed down and slashed like the sky.

Raise the knife! rung! The five knives slammed together fiercely, the piercing metal collision, the sound of vindictiveness tearing and howling like ghosts and gods suddenly sounded, the energy felt that the hand bones of both arms were about to break, and four opponents with vindictiveness at a speed of more than 100,000 rpm shot at the same time, that kind of impact!

puff! Without any hesitation, Qian Jin's chest was sweet and he opened his mouth to spurt blood. The wooden ground under his feet was shattered into powder and collapsed, and his feet almost sank into the soil to a depth of half a foot.

The tyrannical impact of force almost shook the hands that were holding the saber away. Momentum subconsciously and instinctively let go of the saber in his hand, and amidst the sound of his two arms ripping through the air, there was an ear-piercing whistling with a strong and tragic smell.

quick! Faster streaks than ever before! Motivation has never felt that his control over Fenjinlianzhan has reached such a level and state! Even at noon during the day, when fighting against chimpanzee blood warriors, he was far from this level.

The two fighters didn't have time to return, they instinctively raised their hands to block and directly collided with Fenjin Lianzhan, their grudges collided with each other like iron bars passing across a metal panel, and a series of sounds of bones breaking exploded again and again.

Divide the gold and smash the enemy! With five fingers spread out, Qi Jin grasped the Saber again, lunged with both legs and swung the handle of the knife, and the sharpness of the saber forced several opponents around him back.

"Where are there so many hypocrisy with him? Will it be like this in a real fight on the battlefield? Give up the hypocrisy for me, and let it all be real."

With a snap of Enlak's finger, the aura of hundreds of soldiers suddenly changed, and their vigor only felt like a huge piece of iron falling from a high altitude, hitting their shoulders and back hard! Forcibly, press yourself in the soil, unable to move!

A hundred opponents of the same combat strength, mixed with Enlak's murderous aura, almost formed a real substantive attack.

knife! sword! gun! hammer! shield! arrow!

Attacks came from different directions without leaving any strength at all, truly blocking all the gaps that could appear! Maybe the real Myriad Shadows can dodge and still have a chance to grab the passage, but they don't have the motivation! It is impossible for an incomplete Wanying to snatch this passage.

The heavy killing intent stimulated every cell in Qian Jin's body, and the Dou Xin had already turned to the limit, the light of the Saber suddenly shrank, as if all the light in the air was absorbed into the blade, and then suddenly expanded and exploded!

In an instant, the vigorous body turned into a train running at high speed on the rails, and the whole person seemed to be merged with the saber, cutting through the air! The swords and weapons collided together, and a series of metal collisions rang together. Four or five weapons of war knives, long swords and spears broke and flew into the sky.

go ahead! go ahead! Since there is no retreat, no way out, then go forward! With the saber in your hand and the courage and pride in your heart, fight a bloody path, and those who stand in the way will die!

A long, long time ago, when facing countless demon armies, the iron-armed praying mantis warriors chose to attack the enemy's commander-in-chief flag.

After a long, long time, Qian Jin saw that rushing scene for the first time in the ancient barren sand sea.

Now facing the siege of hundreds of powerful fighters, the situation is so similar! There is no way back, only war.

Compared with during the day, the feeling when facing a chimpanzee blood warrior is even stronger! Because of this environment, it is more like the scene that appeared in the projection that day!

Facing hundreds of fighters, Qi Jin felt like... No! Be part of the team! Here is the demon army!

The seven styles of the bloody battle merged into one, bursting out to attack and slash to open a gap, and the Fenjin Lianzhao made a perfect connection, and for the first time it was introduced into the Zhan Saber, sending out an unyielding roar to the weapons that rushed around.

Fighting skills, momentum, spirit! Climb to a moment of intensity like never before! The blade of the Zhanma Dao flew up and down in the crowd, and every time it collided, it would always bring up a shattered weapon.

Every time there is a collision, Qi Jin will always open his mouth to spit out balls of blood without feeling it at all.

one! two! three! Four...five...eight...ten...twelve...

Enthusiasm forgot that this is a ring, forgot that his opponent was made by Enlak with fighting skills, and any moving object in his eyes was an enemy!

Puff puff puff puff...

Six long spears pierced through Qian Jin's body from different positions, and the brutal force of the spears turned and tore, and blood spurted out like a dragon like a spring.

Clang...

The saber fell to the ground weakly, and the world in front of Qian Jin began to distort, and soon turned into pitch black.

ah! Moaning in a low voice, Mo Jin suddenly sat up from the bed, instinctively raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, it was pain, it was the instinctive sweat when the spear penetrated his body.

pain! Motivatedly touched the place where he was pierced in the endless world. Although the ribs were not really broken, the pain in his body was as if he had been pierced by a spear.