One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 23 Killing the Sword and Splitting Tiger Limbs
Song Yun was very angry.

I lived well in Anxi, halfway through dinner, before the meat was cooked, suddenly Jing Jun called and ruined everything.

Three thousand old soldiers have to face tens of thousands of Jing soldiers, they are outnumbered, and now only a few hundred are left dead.

Only then did he obtain the status of [Zhencheng Wufu], and he had the hope of defeating Jing Jun.

As a result, another person who knows the way appeared on the opposite side.

Right now, he is about to be stabbed to death on the street by countless real and fake Chang Ge.

How could Song Yun be reconciled?

He is not willing!

"Fuck you little dude, you want to kill me? I'll chop you with a sword first!"

Song Yun raised his sword and jumped into the air, glaring at the young figure floating in the air.

In his mind, the peaceful expression of Old Li before his death, the back of Old Zhao who "resurrected from the dead", and the messy bodies on the street that were burned to death and hacked to death.

Under the black iron mask, a pair of eyes reflected the scorching flames in the distance, and they glowed as red as blood.

The gust of wind howled, and the sound of swords resounded.

"Kill!" Song Yun yelled again, in the dark, it seemed that countless Jing soldiers who had been killed by him were wailing.

A beam of sword light struck like a thunderbolt of stars, piercing the dark night sky in an instant.

The young master looked down contemptuously, and suddenly became astonished.

The originally light and elegant figure became stiff and stagnant after the "kill", like a piece of dead wood in a quagmire.

The next moment, the dark blue sword's edge slashed straight down, splitting the young master into two, splitting it from the middle.

"Uh-"

There was no blood splashed out, but there was a shrill scream.

The two remnants of Lord Hou rolled in the air a few times, then shattered into thousands of black shadows and disappeared in the night wind.

Seeing the countless phantoms disappearing in the streets, Song Yun snorted coldly, "That's it?"

On the high platform, the young master who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed suddenly screamed twice, tilted his body, and rolled directly down the high platform.

Jing Bing below quickly caught him.

The young master's eyes were blank, his limbs twitched violently, and he shouted in panic:

"Who are you? Why can you break my Taoism with one sword?"

Song Yun ignored him, swiped his sword and fought the No. 2 King who rushed over.

As soon as the illusion was broken, his situation immediately improved.

After all, with heavy armor on his body, it is difficult for ordinary attacks to cause serious damage.

One sword pierced the armor and cut, beheaded the Jing general, and then threw two air-explosive flame thunders out, blasting the nearby Jing army masters to the ground.

This second scene will be more cautious. While fighting, keep moving and changing positions, for fear of being splashed with fierce oil.

Seeing this, Song Yun secretly sneered.

Without fire oil, do you really think I can't kill you?
"Slaying and Fighting Swordsmanship" is a precious swordsmanship of the lower rank of the earth.

In most martial arts sects, it will be regarded as the treasure of the sect.

Each of Song Yun's sword moves can be upgraded to an efficient killing move under the tempering of this technique.

But this is just the regular effect of "Slaying and Fighting the Sword".

When dealing with powerful enemies, it has "Three Great Killing Swords"——

With all kinds of exquisite and subtle techniques, they are fused into cruel and vicious killer moves, designed to kill martial arts masters!

Song Yun clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, his expression solemn under the black iron mask, and his attention was highly concentrated.

The first killing sword - split tiger limb!

The bronze long sword changed direction and slashed amid high-speed tremors.

Song Yun's original simple and sharp sword moves suddenly changed to a complex and mysterious style, and the sword light flowed like fireflies flying all over the sky, making people dazzled.

With his nimble movement, Jian Feng attacked Jing Jiang's limbs from tricky angles.

After a while, blood flowers kept blooming in the air.

Although Jing Jiang was wearing tough fish-scale black armor, his wrists, knees and other joints were not tightly wrapped by the armor for the convenience of fighting.

However, Song Yun's sword could always pierce the outer armor from tricky and weird angles, and strike Jing Jiang's joints.

After more than a dozen moves, Jing Jiang's wrist and hamstrings were all cut, and his combat strength was greatly reduced.

No matter how strong the tiger is, if its limbs are split, it can only become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!
Song Yun kicked him to the ground, aimed at the hole in the visor where his eyes were exposed, and stabbed in with his sword.

Puff, blood spilled out, soaking the blade.

After beheading the strongest enemy here with one sword, Song Yun slowly raised his head, staring coldly at the figures in front of him.

On the bloody street, many Jing Jun masters were frightened by the murderous gaze, and couldn't help but take a step back!
Many people looked desperate.

How is this played?
Relying on the advantage of numbers, assassins have hidden weapons that can explode, killing and injuring a lot of people in one blow, and they are not afraid of crowds at all.

Relying on the siege of elite force, the assassin can kill even the innate martial artist, but he can't beat the third or fourth rank warrior martial artist?
The Xiantian martial artist has a long aura and is as vigorous as a galloping horse. If he wants to exhaust him to death, I am afraid that the soldiers in ten streets are not enough to kill him.

"Quickly invite other generals to come and support them!"

"Has the fire in the north been extinguished? Can you contact General Sikong?"

A group of people yelled and began to move the young master who was still twitching.

"Want to run?" Song Yun shook the blood dripping from the bronze sword, and rushed towards the crowd quickly.

Jing Jun masters showed fear on their faces, but they could only grit their teeth and push forward.

The law of scenery is the strictest, and those who retreat when encountering the enemy will be cut.

They could only sacrifice their lives to Song Yun's sword in despair.

Swish, swish, swish... The sword light swayed endlessly, harvesting the heads of Jing Bing.

On the street, headless corpses fell to the ground spraying blood, and the armor and the ground collided continuously.

Song Yun marched forward through the pool of blood, and finally came to the front of the young master.

Young Lord Hou was guarded by several soldiers behind him, the corners of his mouth were crooked, his eyes glanced at the bloody figure not far away, and he said in horror:
"You, you can't kill me. I'm the son of Marquis Pingsha. If you kill me, you will definitely incur endless revenge from Jing Guo!"

"What Ping Shahou, I haven't heard of it." Song Yun snorted disdainfully, "Want to take revenge on me? Yes, let your father come to Anxi to die!"

The blade sweeps across, the armor pierces and cuts,

Both Jing Bing and Xiao Hou Ye were cut off in the middle by this sharp sword, and the upper half of their bodies flew high and rolled down on the red-stained street.

The young master hadn't died immediately, his face was covered in blood, and his upper body was lying on the ground, howling in pain.

Song Yun did not make up the knife, but stared at him indifferently with his head down.

"You dare to desecrate Lao Zhao's body, this is punishment."

After finishing speaking, he took a step to step over the body of Lord Hou, and continued to charge with his sword amidst the screams.

Without Taoism, illusion, and scenery, Song Yun is like entering a land of no one, and no one can stop his footsteps.

Not having time to kill the enemy slowly with his sword, he simply jumped onto the roof, splashing fierce oil as he ran.

Soon, all the camps of the Jing army in the south of the city were ablaze.

Now the fire can no longer be controlled, and will soon be connected to the wall of fire stretching from east to west, forming a blazing red sea that engulfs half of the military town.

On the front line, General Guo shot away the tomahawk that fell head-on, coughing blood and laughing loudly:

"Jingguo's brats, you are finished!"

The two Jing generals were startled and angry, and said fiercely: "Don't be rampant, old man, no matter whether we finish it or not, you will all be wiped out!"

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