Back Off, Let Me Come

Look at the golden flames that are rapidly enlarging in front of your eyes.

Shen Tang held his sword across his body with a cold face and whispered the numbers.

"Three cups of Turanuo will make the five mountains lighter."

The battle situation here attracted several glances on the battlefield.

Chu Yao and Qishan even clenched their fists secretly, staring at it for a moment, not daring to be distracted in the slightest, waiting for the final result.

Wherever the golden flame passed, there was a piece of scorched earth underfoot, and even the surrounding air was burned and distorted, reflecting Captain Yang's face distorted by angry murderous intent and his scarlet and bloodshot eyes.

With a bang all the way, he slashed at Shen Tang's chest with a knife. It seemed like a one-hit kill, as if a huge wave swallowed everything, making everyone who saw this scene powerless and desperate. Captain Yang even saw the future where Shen Tang was cut in half and his body was left on the spot.

result--

Zheng!

The transparent sword aura faced the golden saber aura with indomitable momentum, and the slender and bright sword body firmly blocked the blade several times its own size.

The sword energy that was split from it flew past Shen Tang, pulling out two ravines several feet long and three feet deep on the ground behind her. Smoke and dust rose up with the air waves, making people stunned.

At the moment of the confrontation, Captain Yang's expression changed drastically.

This blow didn't seem to hit the blade of the sword, but it seemed to collide with an unshakable mountain. He was like a kite with a broken string, being sent flying several feet away by the huge force of the rebound. The soldiers on the path were also knocked into the air one by one, and fell to the ground with a thud, vomiting a big mouthful of dirty blood.

The Wenxin scribes who participated in the battle had the foresight to activate the protective measures almost immediately to protect their fragile ears.

Others were not so lucky.

The loud noise from the confrontation and collision shook people's ears, and they couldn't hear any sound other than humming for a few breaths. Some people even had a splitting headache and vomited endlessly. The fish in the pond that were a little closer were also unlucky. They rolled and crawled under the impact of the air waves, or were blinded by the blowing, their hair scarves were messy, and they were forced to eat a mouthful of dirt.

Qishan: "..."

Chu Yao: "..."

Even those who were squatting twenty feet away from the camp were greatly affected. One can imagine what will happen in the center of the battlefield...

Seeing this, the corners of Qi Shan's mouth twitched uncontrollably - even though he was wearing thick filters, he was too shocked by this scene to say anything else. What should he say?

Who can believe it?

A Literary Scholar! With just one man and one sword, he could withstand the full-force attack of a tenth-level Zuo Shu Zhang head-on - you must know that this attack can even split the wall of an ordinary small city, and can also break a boulder as high as one person. So what about the strength of the person who can withstand this blow?

Just looking at the heroic and violent actions just now, Qishan dared to pat his chest and said that he was already far better than 90% of the men in the world. How can they believe Shen Xiaolangjun's words? Which blind person would believe what this guy said? Do you believe "he" is Nv Jiao'e?

Both Qi Shan and Qi Shan have countless complaints in their hearts, but now is obviously not the time to be more serious about whether Shen Tang is a men's clothing boss or a women's clothing boss, because——

Captain Yang was shaken so hard that his internal organs seemed to be displaced, and Shen Tang was not feeling well either.

The body did not move, but most of the calf was forced into the ground.

The clothes on his upper body couldn't withstand it and were torn into pieces.

The exposed skin was covered with bleeding traces, and the blood from the wound soaked the cloth in just a few breaths. You don't need to put on much makeup to look like this in embarrassment, just take out a cracked bowl and go to the street, and you will be a freshly baked beggar.

Well, he is still at the level of elder or leader of the Beggar Clan.

"puff--"

The blood in the chest and abdomen was surging, and the iron smell surged into his throat. After enduring it again and again, he finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and a double image appeared in front of his eyes.

As soon as the words "Three cups of wine are poured out, the five mountains will become lighter" came out, and the elixir mansion that was originally full of literary spirit was instantly drained away.

If Qishan hadn't lent her a lot of literary energy with a special Wen Xin Yuan Ling before going into battle, she wouldn't even be able to activate that Yuan Ling, and would faint like the previous two times.

Shen Tang tightened his fingers on the "Mother's Sword" and spat out the remaining blood foam with a sound. He raised his eyelids, and his black and white eyes were cold and ruthless, which seemed to reflect the death of Captain Yang. Keenly noticing that Shen Tang was in a bad situation, Qi Shan and the others took action.

Pray for good: "Wild fire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates!"

Chu Yao spoke later and said that Ling came first.

"Airification is popular, endless life!"

After the two words came down, Shen Tang's pale complexion gradually became rosy, and even his aching chest felt much better. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, stood up with her sword in hand, exerted her strength under her feet, and killed Captain Yang again! Jump high and fall down.

"Little thief, you came just in time!" Captain Yang opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly. He dragged the knife with his right hand and charged up his strength with both feet. His burly body greeted him like a small cannonball, and a beast's roar escaped from his throat. shouted, "Come on! Is I afraid of you?"

The weapons collided and clanked!

Wherever the two of them killed, there were countless dense afterimages of swords left behind. The soldiers at the camp did not dare to approach, and Captain Yang's subordinate officers were even more helpless. They were forced to stay away even though they could not help. Zhai Huan was able to help from time to time, and the situation was deadlocked.

Several people couldn't help shouting in their hearts.

brutal!

Really brutal!

The makeshift camp was almost plowed by the onslaught of the two fighting. The ordinary soldiers who were accidentally affected didn't even have time to scream, and then set off on the road to report to the Yama Palace.

Die with peace!

Several people had the same idea in their hearts——

Who is that strong bandit man?

Why haven't I heard any rumors before?

In a face-to-face confrontation with a tenth-level Zuo Shu Zhang without even wearing half a piece of armor to protect himself, is this because he is confident that he can take all the attacks without missing a beat, or is he conceited that he will not be injured?

No matter which one it is, it’s scary!

This problem can deeply trouble several subordinate officials, but it cannot trouble Zhai Le, because he knows very well - why is Brother Shen so confident and arrogant?

He doesn't have any armor at all, so how can he transform into one?

(:3_ヽ)_

Because he is a literary scholar!

If everyone, especially Captain Yang, realized this, they would probably vomit blood. Zhai Le thought in secret joy. However, he didn't know whether Captain Yang would vomit blood, but he knew that he was going to vomit blood.

clang!

Under Gong Shuwu's pressing step by step, a slight crack appeared in the weapon at this moment, but Gong Shuwu's next blow was still in the same position! This time, the cracks expanded further, spreading like spider webs across the entire blade.

Zhai Le used martial energy to repair the cracks.

But the repair speed is far less than the enemy's destruction speed.

finally--

After a shattering sound, the weapon was completely useless.

Gong Shuwu's broadsword struck him on his right shoulder.

The blade collided with the armor on the shoulder armor, causing a series of fierce sparks. Zhai Le was directly knocked out. He gritted his teeth, swallowed the blood foam, and covered his shoulder. Under the palm, the cracked armor was slowly repaired under the entanglement of martial energy.

Zhai Le's breathing became heavier.

My arm hurt so much that I could barely lift it.

It's not like he hasn't fought against the ninth- and fifth-level doctors, not only from far away, but from close by. He had fought with Gong Shuwu several times in the bandit village, but at that time it was just a friendly fight and nothing serious.

The difference between just two levels is so big...

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1. Three cups of spitting promises, the five mountains are light: Needless to say, Li Bai's poem.

2. Evaporation is popular and endless → that is, endless life.