Start with a blood-drinking sword and destroy the world of immortal cultivation

One against seven, long sword against long spear.

Not in numbers, not in weapon attack range.

This is the most difficult battle Ye Buwen has encountered since he traveled through time.

But Ye Buwen is confident, he is a man with cheats.

However, there is one very embarrassing thing at present, that is, his current blood volume is 335/501.

It has not reached 350, which means that he can't turn on the overclocking state and perform invincibility.

This can't be blamed on Ye Buwen, he made preparations in advance and kept his blood volume at 501 before coming.

But the time spent on the road, plus the time waiting for the soldiers to come out, the blood volume was deducted little by little, and it fell below 312.

If it weren't for the blood volume provided by the escort just killed, it would be even more difficult to turn on the overclocking state.

As the soldiers approached, Ye Buwen slowly retreated to open up the distance, looking for a gap to attack, that is, the seven-man team on the opposite side showed a flaw.

On the flat ground in front of the city gate, Ye Buwen and the soldiers were circling around, not attacking rashly.

The audience was anxious.

"Fight, why not?"

"You seven are afraid of one person? Just charge up and stab twice and it will be solved."

"Ye Buwen, be a man and charge up and chop."

"Damn, they are all silver guns with wax heads, soft stuff."

"Kill!"

"Charge up!"

The audience watched the excitement and cheered.

The life-and-death battle lost its heaviness in their mouths.

Ye Buwen was very calm, observing the opponent's every move calmly, and moving sideways at the same time, guiding the seven-man team on the opposite side to change their formation and make mistakes.

In his mind, Ye Buwen quickly processed the information obtained from the vision.

The expressions of the seven people, one serious, two nervous, two casual, and two utilitarian.

There are six new recruits, and only the leader Wang Sheng has experience in fighting.

Those who are eager to make contributions are eager to attack, those who are casual are careless, and those who are nervous have deformed movements.

Wang Sheng controls the pace of the team's advance.

But he is about to lose control, seven people have at least six rhythms.

No matter how Wang Sheng guided, there would always be someone to disrupt.

Ye Buwen looked at a man who was ready to make a move, his mouth moved, and he was speaking silently and making lip shapes.

From his arrogant expression, it was clear that what he said was not a good thing.

The man who was ready to make a move became more and more agitated.

Then he could not bear the insults from Ye Buwen, his temper exploded, and he rushed forward with a gun.

"Li Huangtu, don't be impulsive." Wang Sheng shouted.

But the soldier still rushed forward.

He was fooled.

Ye Buwen smiled and began to counterattack.

Although he was a beginner in martial arts, he knew that when fighting with spears and guns, the most taboo was to keep a distance.

"Huo~" The soldier put his hands together and stabbed out the long spear.

In Ye Buwen's opinion, this shot was very bad, his footsteps did not form a bow step to move his waist, and he only used the strength of his arms.

Such an attack, even if it was inserted into his body, could not break his cotton armor defense.

Ye Buwen looked calm, and before the spear head approached, he maintained the attack posture and bowed his body.

The tip of the gun passed through Ye Buwen's head and stabbed nothing.

Ye Buwen jumped up, holding the gun with his left hand and raised it up.

The soldier's arm rose up with the gun, leaving his vulnerable abdomen empty.

Ye Buwen was not polite at all and stabbed the long knife in his hand.

"Puff~" The tip of the knife pierced through instantly.

"Old man!" Li Huangtu's teammates screamed.

"How is it possible? I was killed in a face-to-face encounter." Li Huangtu couldn't believe that he, a trained soldier, was defeated so quickly by others.

"Die!" Ye Buwen showed a trace of sadness and pulled out the knife in his hand.

He thought he was hard-hearted enough, but he couldn't help showing sympathy for human life.

Ye Buwen grabbed Li Huangtu's long gun and kicked him to the ground.

"Go, don't stand there, your comrade was stabbed, and you are still standing here in a daze." Wang Sheng reminded the others.

The other five people woke up and rushed forward with their spears to fight with Ye Buwen.

Ye Buwen put aside his emotions and returned to rationality.

Since the moment he was wanted, he has been out of the world of order.

Even if the truth is revealed, he can't go back with what he did.

"The moment we are in now is a cruel moment of life and death. Blame the person who created all this.

Me, and the person who made me like this."

Ye Buwen said cruelly, then turned his wrist, and Li Huangtu's spear drew a half circle, with the spear head pointing down.

"Ah~"

Under the screams of people, Ye Buwen turned on the overclocking state, his eyes trembled quickly, and intelligence and judgment surged in his mind.

Ye Buwen made a judgment and choice in an instant.

"Da~" With a step, Ye Buwen ran forward, and the wind whistled in his ears.

"What a fast speed." Wang Sheng shouted, feeling very bad.

Attacking the enemy first and attacking the weak, Ye Buwen rushed towards the person who had been lazy before at an astonishing speed.

The attitude on the battlefield determines the attitude on training, and the attitude on training determines one's strength.

This person is weak.

Seeing Ye Buwen attacking him, the soldier panicked, immediately stepped down, and thrust out his spear.

In a critical situation, he used the movements he usually trained.

But this was also a non-standard spear thrust, full of all kinds of unsolidity and bad habits.

Breaking the slash.

Ye Buwen dodged slightly and turned sideways, holding the knife with both hands, and slashed with the greatest force.

With a crisp sound of "Snap~", the spear was cut off and the long sword was raised high.

Accompanied by the movement of the sword and the power of the body, Ye Buwen turned his wrist and chopped down.

Breaking the waves.

In an instant, blood sprayed in Ye Buwen's cotton coat, and the soldier's body was cut with a deep knife.

The blood volume dropped by 70 points instantly.

There was no rescue on the spot, and if there was no accident, he would die.

"Die!" Wang Sheng's attack came, and he stabbed with a powerful shot.

Ye Buwen twisted his waist to avoid it, and the gun stabbed through his waist.

Wang Sheng moved quickly, immediately retracted the gun head, and stabbed again, his hands moved quickly.

The connection between the stabbing and pulling of the spear was extremely smooth.

The attack frequency was very fast, and the distance was the distance of the spear, so Ye Buwen was suppressed and retreated.

Ye Buwen knew that he couldn't do it, so he had to reorganize his offensive.

He jumped with force on his legs.

Ye Buwen jumped several meters away, pulling away from the gun.

Ye Buwen shook his head slightly and observed the enemy again.

Wang Sheng was a bit tough, so he looked for another soft persimmon to attack.

Ye Buwen ran at an extraordinary speed.

After a while, he caught up with another rookie and chopped with his knife.

The rookie blocked with his gun and took a move, temporarily avoiding the fate of being chopped.

"Ah!" The rookie soldier suddenly shouted and trembled.

It turned out that Ye Buwen stretched out his leg and kicked the soldier in the crotch, causing a heavy blow to him.

Killing each other with life and death, using all means.

Ye Buwen implemented this principle.

The pain exposed the soldier's flaws, and Ye Buwen put away his knife and stabbed, and the blood-red blade pierced through the chest.

Another soldier lost his life.