Su Chen didn't know that the audience outside had all exploded, and he didn't think about defense from the beginning. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He understands the truth that if you keep it for a long time, you will lose.

In the face of a slightly inferior opponent, you can also bully others for inexperienced and unskilled fighting, control the situation at any time, and can defend until others are exhausted, and then counterattack.

But in the face of the seven scattered masters who are famous in Nanjiang, it is not easy to do so.

If these people didn't have any skills, they wouldn't have made such a big reputation.

As the saying goes, it is always beneficial to be lenient with the enemy, to imagine the enemy to be a little more powerful, and to be cautious yourself.

Actually, he wasn't wrong.

can compete for a place between the government and the family. These scattered masters, any one of them, have extremely exquisite techniques and unique methods of exerting force.

In some ways, they actually stand at the top of mortal combat power, especially the instinct to survive in the face of adversity, which is extremely powerful.

What's more, there are as many as seven opponents, and three archers have been targeted to contain the attack.

This is the power of the machine, and it is extremely powerful in the virtual battlefield that suppresses the power of true qi and physical body.

Su Chen took the sharp arrows shot by the three seven-stone strong bows, which looked like an understatement.

But only he knew that connecting the three arrows and forcibly breaking the deciduous curtain would make his right arm and wrist a little sore.

I had to lunge forward, pull back a little force, and then attack.

The figure of the counterattack was as agile as a bird, and the sword momentum was like a swimming dragon, and with a light touch on the earthen wall beside him, his body immediately changed direction, staggering the sword rain in front of him, which was a storm woven by three long swords of different shapes.

If the previous night rain was just soaking through clothes, this time the storm was fatal.

A seven-star broadsword, a three-foot dragon spring, and a thin-edged narrow sword......

The three swords came out together, and the black wind roared in front of me, the torrential rain was like a note, and there were dots of looming branches and shadows, and gravel splashed.

The three of them formed a formation, and they unexpectedly waved a natural scene.

It is no wonder that the "Three Musketeers of the Storm and Wind" are known as the No. 1 Sanren Workshop in Nanjiang Prefecture.

It can withstand the wind and rain, but it can't stop the phantom......

For Su Chen, even if he could block it, he didn't plan to block it.

I don't do what the enemy wants.

He hadn't forgotten that there were two spears by his side......

A thin old man was holding a long stick and half-squatting to inhale, and he inhaled straight in one breath so that his lower abdomen bulged like a ball.

The three archers were looking cold, turning into afterimages in their hands, and felt out their long arrows and put them on their bows.

The bow is like a full moon, and the killing machine is locked straight on his head, chest and legs.

Just killed one person, and when the body jumped, the other nine people all moved, and they all attacked in unison.

The battle situation changed so quickly and the coordination was so wonderful that Su Chen couldn't help but secretly admire.

Compared with the goose-shaped formation in the second round of the competition, these nine people are much stronger in terms of reaction speed and strength level.

Passing through the Storm Wind Sword Style, and then through the Soul Chasing Death Spear, Su Chen's figure was like an electric pill star, drawing a strange and distorted arc, and the sword blade was pointing at the thin old man who had been inhaling and accumulating energy.

The old man had a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and he looked funny, but his current behavior was not funny at all.

The jet-black stick dragged upside down on the ground, the muscles of his legs and arms all bulging outward, and the most striking thing was that a wild momentum suddenly erupted from his body.

Breathing to the apex, the tip of the stick vibrated and he shouted loudly.

"A stick...... Turn the sky upside down!"

"Boom!"

The surrounding area was like a curtain of raindrops, and they were scattered and splashed by this stick.

Within five feet in front of him, the shadow of the stick was like a forest, and dozens of sticks and hundreds of sticks formed a black and pressed stick forest, and pressed down towards Su Chen's head and face.

This old man looks very thin and obscene, but he is domineering when he fights.

Tell Su Chen clearly that this way is not going to work.

Wu Hong, a sky-turning stick, doesn't look thin, but his temper is a little hot.

He saw that Su Chen neither touched the blade of the Three Musketeers of the Storm and Wind, nor did he meet the blade of the Soul Chaser Ba brothers who were beside him.

It's a mind that comes straight to itself.

A surge of anger surged in his heart: "This is a pinch that is picky and soft, looking for the bad luck of me, a lonely person?"

At this point, the sky-turning stick is even more ferocious, and it has already burst out with the power of qi and blood in the whole body, and he asks himself that under the same realm, no matter how strong the opponent is, he must avoid the edge, otherwise he will be looking for death.

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"Hey, I've found the wrong opponent......" Cheng Guangyao slapped his thigh, so sorry that he was about to vomit blood.

He is a live explanation, and if he has anything to say, he will naturally not hide his views.

In fact, he didn't need to say much, all the students present could see it.

After the sky-turning stick Wu Hong made a move, the sky seemed to turn upside down.

Rubble splattered on the ground, and the air burst and roared......

Wen Shengxi, Feng Wuyue and the others who were chasing after Su Chen all slowed down, for fear of being affected by the stick.

This trick is not easy to stop.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Xiang Jingyun's mouth.

"As long as that kid is blocked by the club, he will fall into the whirlpool of guns and swords, and be surrounded in the middle, and there are three archers waiting for the opportunity to release cold arrows, which is a dead end no matter how you look at it. ”

"No matter how powerful he is, it won't take long for him to die of exhaustion. ”

The reason why he thinks so is that Xiang Jingyun knows some inside information.

It is not for nothing that the most famous scattered workshops in Nanjiang Province are "Torrential Rain and Wind" and "Soul Chasing".

When it comes to personal combat power, the Leaf Falling Knife Gao Yujue and the Sky Turning Stick Wu Hong are actually above them.

But why didn't they take the lead?

The truth is simple.

These two organizations, by virtue of joining forces to do the method of warfare, can use the fourth-level martial arts and reach the peak of the perfect and unbreakable mortals.

Under the fifth order, it is known as invincible.

This is also the reason why many people know that Su Chen's swordsmanship has reached the realm of the fourth level of the Yuemen swordsmanship [not breaking three feet], and they still don't believe that he can pass this level.

In fact, I believe that Su Chen, who was present, had already understood at this time, he didn't touch the Three Musketeers and the Ba Brothers, but instead crossed the two combinations and attacked Wu Hong, which should have found something wrong.

It's the idea of breaking each one, first weak and then strong.

"How can it be so easy? If you are not careful, you will lose everything. ”

Xiang Jingyun looked at the better mood the better, he secretly glanced at Xiao Anning, and saw a worried look on her face, and suddenly felt a trace of happiness in his heart.

The old dean regained his expression, and suddenly said, "I didn't choose the wrong opponent, he has broken the game and seized the opportunity." ”

Cheng Guangyao looked stunned, and didn't care that his opinion was refuted, he looked carefully at the jumping figure on the light screen, and his face was also filled with joy.

……

Seeing the young man in front of him walking with the sword, the blade of the sword resounded with a terrible scream, and crashed into the shadow of the stick,

Wu Hong only felt hearty.

The shadow of being stabbed to death by Su Chen's sword before also completely disappeared from his heart, thinking that Lao Tzu was fighting hard, and he was not afraid of anyone, and if he didn't beat you to the point that your bones and tendons were broken, it wouldn't be called a sky-turning stick.

"Flutter ......"

There was a soft thud.

The imaginary collision did not materialize.

Wu Hong's complexion changed drastically.

He was amazed to find that the sharp sword that emitted a scream was like a phantom, and it did not contain any trace of power at all.

If you hit it with this stick, it was like being hit in a whirlpool, and it was like being hit in a quagmire.

It's just a constant sinking, sinking......

The power can't be implemented.

There was a sparkling light in front of him, and it was the shadow of the sword.

A night sky full of stars rose in front of him, and in the rain and fog, the other party's figures became a little blurred.

It's not a storm!

A hint of foreboding rose in Wu Hong's heart, and the smugness in his heart disappeared abruptly.

If this is a false move, then where is the opponent's main attack.

"Change ......"

"Stop. ”

Before Wu Hong could figure it out, he heard two loud cheers, which were the voices of Wen Shengxi and Barong.

The two groups of people who followed Su Chen in pursuit saw it really clearly.

Su Chen's figure was like a swimming fish, retracting his breath and returning to his sword, and silently swept past Wu Hong.

As soon as the sword was retracted, it was released, and behind Wu Hong, the sword light was like a blooming firework, and the three archers who were standing in the distance and bent their bows and arrows fell when the hood fell.

This time the rabbit rises and falls, and the change is extremely fast.

The sword light turned from real to virtual, and then from virtual to real, just breaking through the range of the sky-turning stick Wu Hong, and relying on Wu Hong's stick to block the siege of the three musketeers and the Ba brothers.

All I could hear was the sound of bowstrings, arrows breaking through the air, and a subtle hissing sound in the wind.

That's a blood lael.

From a distance, as hundreds of stick shadows disappeared, three figures fell down with a bang.

"What a fast sword!"

Wen Shengxi gasped.

From Su Chen pounced to kill the three archers, only one breath passed.

The most pitiful thing is that the five of them can only watch, and they can't intervene at all.

Because, Wu Hong's stick covered too wide and was too powerful, completely blocking their attack route.

Compared with the seven scattered masters of Nanjiang Mansion, although the three archers are also fourth-order, they have missed the skill points, if they are far away and let go of the attack, the attacks that can be caused are even above the seven Wen Shengxi, but if they are pulled by the real masters to close the distance and fight in close combat, they can only poke their necks, and they have no power to fight back.

Hearing the screams behind him, Wu Hong was furious, knowing that he had been fooled.

Attacking too hard not only did not stop the opponent's impact, but blocked the teammate's.

The green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he turned around with a roar.

As soon as he half-turned around, he saw a light in front of him, and a silver light came into view......

With a sore throat, the strength of his whole body suddenly disappeared, and only then did he hear the deafening sound of the sword.

"It's not a trick this time. ”

Su Chen smiled slightly, his face indifferent.

He pulled out the blade of the sword that pierced Wu Hong's neck, gently brushed away the blood on it, raised his head and smiled faintly at Feng Wuyue and the others: "Without the long-range strike of archers, let's compare and match again!"

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