Chapter 357

The general's Sabre technique is derived from the attack posture of the generals who fight through the battlefield. The moves are open and closed. Each move carries the momentum of advancing without retreat and moving forward bravely.

The essence of the sabre move lies in the word "just fierce and overbearing". It is like an enemy of ten thousand people who kill the enemy in the battlefield. It has a vast and powerful momentum. Its murderous spirit is not as cold as that of the martial artist, but has a heroic and magnificent meaning.

Tang Lichuan's body was straight and his blade pointed obliquely to the ground. Before he made a move, he attracted the air around him.

The cold wind was angry, and the momentum was like a battlefield call. All the troops shouted in unison, deep and majestic.

"It's so powerful. One person's momentum is almost equal to thousands of troops! Is he really an expert from the Shengwu academy?"

Childe Wang stood behind Tang Lichuan and looked at Tang Lichuan's back. He even let him see the power of thousands of troops. In his impression, it seems that only the experts from the holy martial arts academy have the domineering aura of a battlefield general.

However, Tang Lichuan only glanced at the secret script of the general sword technique and was able to use such a profound blade, which really made him feel a little unreal.

"This guy can push the" general Sabre technique "to the top of the war. He can release this momentum if he doesn't fight in the battlefield for ten years. The momentum understood from the sabre manual alone can be strong. Only martial genius can do it. Why haven't I heard that there is such a person in the Kirin empire..."

Zhou Yong was also shocked. If Tang Lichuan could use the sword move, he could only be regarded as an ordinary expert, but few people could release the blade to this state in his cognition.

Up to now, he knew that only one war slave could not fight Tang Lichuan, and he had thought about how to retreat.

Roar!

The war slave is a killing machine that wipes out human nature. In his mind, there is only killing. However, after noticing the momentum released by Tang Lichuan, he roared in fear. It seems that even the war slave without thinking instinct is afraid of Tang Lichuan's move.

Only the most primitive wild war slaves were trained. Their minds were very simple. The fear flashed away and was replaced by the violent killing intention.

His limbs smashed heavily on the ground, smashed countless floor tiles, and made a sprint. His sharp nails painted with the word "fork" rushed towards Tang Lichuan. These ten nails covered with broken meat and blood can easily tear open the body of monsters, and it is even easier to break the defense of martial practitioners.

Tang Lichuan saw this, his legs together, stood upright, pointed to the ground, and the blade moved to his chest. The blade pointed to the sky. Xiong's blade was as angry as a hurricane, which made him hunt in his clothes and clothes. His momentum was amazing.

WOW!

The war slave's mouth foam flies everywhere. In his eyes, there is only "killing". What he sees is prey, and all prey must be destroyed.

If someone with thinking ability can already judge the power of Tang Lichuan's move, but the characteristics of the war slave's courage and fearlessness to die are what he is worth. However, it is this character that makes him not know how to dodge and even bump into Tang Lichuan's magnificent killing move.

"General's sword technique · decisive battle battlefield!"

The blade is fast without blinking. The blade is slightly raised, the steps are taken, and the gravity wedge is continuous without any pause.

A cold light opened in the air, and the crazy war slave's eyes were red. Then he roared up to the sky. The ten fingers used as an attack broke instantly. In the wind, a shocking blood mark slowly appeared from his shoulder to his waist.

Poop, the blood surged wildly, and the body was divided into two. In a shrill wail, the flowers opened two petals, and the sad life came to an end.

"No, the war slave was killed. Run away!"

Originally, he thought the war slave could buy more time. However, Zhou Yong just slipped back a few steps and saw that the war slave had been cut in half by Tang Lichuan. He was so scared that he didn't dare to stay any longer. He turned around and ran with a cry of surprise.

A dark shadow passed by. Looking up, Tang Lichuan was holding a bloody knife, and people had blocked his way.

"Good dogs don't stand in the way!"

Seeing this, the attendant around Zhou Yong knew that he would die if he stayed here. He could only survive if he broke out. He punched Tang Lichuan hard.

Tang Lichuan didn't even lift his eyelids. He saw a slight fluctuation in the air around him. The attendant at the level of Kailing realm was thrown out by the momentum of his Yuan Wu realm. He fell on the wall like a mosquito killed by someone and exploded a mass of blood.

"You, don't kill me. I can give you money. How about you be my guard? I'll give you five times, no, ten times, twenty times the amount of money you want. I can give you beauty, jewelry and secret scripts. Just don't kill me!"

After seeing Tang Lichuan's overwhelming power, Zhou Yong had no arrogance and begged with a crying voice.

"Is that what you asked?"

Tang Lichuan lifted the cold knife obliquely and looked at each other expressionless. Drops of blood on the blade fell to the ground and hit Zhou Yong's heart. This knife can kill war slaves, and his blood can be caught on the blade at any time.

"Please..."

Zhou Yong made a bow with trembling hands, but Tang Lichuan flashed and hit Zhou Yong's shoulder heavily with his right leg. The sound of broken bones and huge wailing came at the same time.

PA, PA, Zhou Yong knelt down on both knees at the same time!

"You set the rules. Kneel down, crawl and beg me. Maybe you can spare a dog's life!"

Just because Tang Lichuan ignored the other party's words doesn't mean he didn't hear anything. Zhou Yong asked him to "kneel down and climb over" to beg for mercy. Now he will kindly follow the rules set by Zhou Yong, which is very fair.

"Please..."

Bang!

Zhou Yong's head sank and hit the ground heavily. The blood overflowing from his forehead confused his eyes. In front of his eyes, he saw only the black and red floor, and his nose almost stuck to the ground.

"The posture should be correct. Kneeling alone is not enough. Crawling is also a basic action. Now you can start begging for mercy."

Tang Lichuan stepped on Zhou Yong's head with his right leg. With great strength, he pressed the other party's head on the dirty ground and reminded him coldly.

"Please..."

Bang!

Before the words fell, his head hit the ground again, and then a burst of gravity rolled his head towards the ground. The bright red blood flowed out along the stone cracks on the edge of his head, dyeing the ground red.

"Louder, my ears don't work very well. If I keep it too low, I'll only think you're not against the challenge, okay?"

Tang Lichuan's voice is as thin as a mosquito, but he asks others to beg for mercy loudly. This is the privilege of capable people. I can keep my voice low, and you have to listen. It's easy to do if you don't listen. Beat you and convince me!

"Please, I beg you, great Xia, spare me a dog's life. You think I'm a fart and let me go!"

Insulted by Tang Lichuan under his feet, Zhou Yong had no face to ask for. He begged loudly, and the cry for mercy buried in the ground still shocked the whole yard.

"Get out, attention, I mean get out."

Tang Lichuan slowly retracted his leg on the other party's head and stared at Zhou Yong with anger and fear.

When he whispered this sentence, he saw that Zhou Yong didn't dare to resist at all. He curled up and rolled towards the exit. Even when he went down the steps, he rolled and fell hard. Until he left Tang Lichuan's sight, he still maintained a rolling posture