Yuanshin: The Nine Systems of the Human Body, Unlimited Possibilities

"But all of them are singled out against you. If you lose, our trainer of two-handed swords will see you later, and you will be treated as a teacher, and you will stay away."

Sure enough, a fight that provokes anger without harsh words before a fight is incomplete.

Jiang Yi was deeply satisfied, the blade of the sword groaned softly, and the wind suddenly picked up.

"Who do you think you are? King Qiuqiu with unparalleled strength and endurance, or with the eyes of God?"

The eldest son of the aristocrat seemed to hold back a lot of words, while asking people to surround Jiang Yi from three floors inside and three floors outside, blocking all escape directions,

While using his aristocratic self-cultivation, he sprayed wildly for 1 minute.

Jiang Yi wanted to doze off when he heard it. Compared with the netizens before time travel, this guy is too poor at words!

Of course he knows how difficult it is to challenge one hundred.

Even the instructors of formal knights, if they don't have the power of holy relics and weapons, they can't say that they can 100% defeat the trainers.

After all, the location is restricted, and guerrillas cannot be played.

There is no light protection from the holy relic on his body, which means that if he makes a mistake, he will be injured.

Injury and bleeding means loss of strength, not far from failure.

But... since the challenge.

What he pursues is excitement, to fight a way out of the impossible.

The pores of the body dilate and the fine hairs stand up.

In the outside world, the eight winds are blowing, and the maliciousness is awe-inspiring.

In order to be safe, the two-handed sword trainers chose to imitate the array of long spears, holding the training swords around, shoulder to shoulder, and chopping together.

There was no way to avoid it, even if Jiang Yi chose to break through alone, he would be hit instantly by others, seriously injured and fell to the ground.

"He has a brain!" Jiang Yi didn't take a step because there was no room to dodge around.

Breathing the west wind, tasting the cold air full of rust.

The blood is boiling, in the mind, the entire training ground, what 100 people are doing, and what actions they will do, all evolve in the constructed message model.

As long as you break through the encirclement of the first circle, the people behind will not be so united and dense, but will stand in scattered positions with the mentality of participating in soy sauce.

They are the place of life and can overcome the weakness of all people.

"When I speak, I am memorizing information and thinking about how to deal with it! What are you doing? You just urged your cronies to surround you, but did not make other trainers obey!"

"If you are a knight leading an army, you are also an unqualified general!"

"For the rest of my life, I won't be able to climb to the position of captain!"

Jiang Yi felt that his mind was running very fast under tremendous pressure.

In a second, there are thousands of thoughts.

"This battle, there must be a harvest!"

"Come on! My stepping stone!"

"I see, the wind of the prairie blows to thousands of canyons, reversing the wind and cold current!"

The blade of Wufeng Sword disappeared, and in an instant, it cut ten directions horizontally.

The sword shadow spread like a flower, spreading like the wind.

Rising from the ground, flocking to the sky and all around.

There is wind in the grassland, and it is called a tornado!

The figure turned, and the tinkling and crisp sound sounded at the same time, turning into musical notes piercing eardrums and sparks dazzling eyes.

One by one the big swords that were slashing down were bounced up one by one.

The door is open!

Jiang Yi was like a wolf like a tiger, with one leg like a whip, he kicked a man, knocked him into the air, and knocked him down on the trainers who were waiting behind him.

Among the two-handed swords, there are also outstanding people, who are too late to be shocked and frightened.

Subconsciously filling the gap, he slashed the sword again.

West Wind swordsmanship, West Wind pace, fast and fast!

Chapter 67 The West Wind Blows, Bullet Time

"Good sword!"

Jiang Yi admired, but his sword was faster and faster, and with a single swing, there were ten sword shadows criss-crossing.

The eldest son of the nobleman jumped onto a wooden box, looking at Jiang Yi who was besieged by a group of people and was still doing his job with ease, his face was gloomy.

The opponent's swords were connected together in his line of sight, and it was impossible to tell which was the body of the sword and which was the shadow of the sword.

In other words, all are swords.

"Ah!" There was a scream, and someone's calf was broken by Jiang Yi's kick.

After all, in addition to exhausting the opponent's physical strength, making people fall to the ground can only make people get injured and lie on their stomachs!

And the person who fell to the ground will become an obstacle for others to move forward, and the screams will distract others' courage and divert people's attention.

Jiang Yi rushed out of the first encirclement and fell into the second.

The eldest son of the nobleman waved his hand and asked the few people who were still watching to lift the injured person off and clear the venue so that he would not be tied up.

Speaking of which, lifting people on the battlefield is a method taught by the instructor to rescue teammates in the battle against monsters.

Now, use it for private fights.

Should I say irony, or should I say that I have learned and used it flexibly?

Using my brain, the strategy of many people to defeat a powerful monster came to my mind in the review.

These trainers are not very old, but after screening at the time of registration, their talents and potential are still good in Mond.

Quickly, adjust the formation.

West Wind, the art of combined strikes!

What the instructor has not yet taught.

Commoners don't know how to do it, but the nobles have a profound background and have long had a way to learn.

Even if there are only a dozen people participating, it can greatly increase the combat power.

Use civilian trainers as cannon fodder to attack Jiang Yi.

The eldest son of the aristocrat went off in person, micromanaged the queue, and besieged left and right.

Heavy breathing, like howling wind.

gradually become uniform.

It was a trainer who inspired the west wind breathing method, which inflated the surrounding air.

wind!wind!

The staggered air currents blow up wood chips and dust.

In the unity of the trainers, various insights were born, and the swordsmanship made great progress.

Stepping.

Prestigious.

With 500 years ago, when fighting countless monsters, the Zephyr Knights were one ten-thousandth stronger.

Even if there are hundreds of people like this, there are thousands of people, and the scene of the west wind blowing and sweeping away everything is so yearning.

They are the elite that Captain Qin wants to cultivate, and they are the future combat knights.

How could he be defeated so easily!

By one person!

Are they jokes, or outlanders man-made monsters?

Jiang Yi narrowed his eyes, in the wind and sand, the cold light was like the moon.

This playful duel slipped in a fierce direction that no one could have imagined.

The air is suffocating, clothes and hair flying.

The sound of shouting.

Shake a hundred meters.

The people of Mond turned their heads to look at the training ground. Their knights are still training so late today?

Someone peeped secretly, dumbfounded!

What is this doing?

In the middle, that fast moving black dot, what is it?

Has a powerful monster invaded through the side door?

More and more people are watching.

But the people in the battle, go all out, concentrate, and don't care about being exposed or not!

They have only one belief!

Win!

Jiang Yi's clothes were torn and bloodstains appeared on his body.

Before the sweat drips, it disappears into the skin.

Although the hilt of the sword in his hand was not slippery, he swung it quickly, rubbing against the air, and the heat brought by the blade, making the hilt and the sword body feel like they had just been taken out of the furnace.

The gray light on Wufeng Sword was dim.

There were small gaps in the sword body, and it was smelted at high temperature.

"Not enough! Not fast enough!"