Sword Stirs the World

In the hall, almost all the strong men in bloody battles were trapped in the world of sword prison. Except for a few Marquises who were still struggling with their blood, the rest of the earls, viscount and so on were all put down by Shen Jianxin at the first time.

The doctor's face was immediately full of panic. The other party's means seemed like magic to her. Her own strength was mediocre, but she was superior only by virtue of her appearance and mind. Where had she seen such powerful means? She was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Nanming Fengye also suffered a heavy blow in the first round of sword rain in the world of sword prison. He covered his chest and yelled: "weapons! Put on your weapons

It has to be said that Nanming Fengye's judgment is still very correct. A large number of strong people of blood clan are used to fighting with blood gas. When this way is severely restrained, the only thing that can turn over is to use weapons.

Blood weapons are the perfect combination of blood black technology and exquisite craftsmanship. These weapons can greatly enhance the attack power and defense of blood. For example, the three broken heavy weapons on the ground, including the heavy armor on Nan Mingliang's body, all belong to this category.

Moreover, the Nanming family is a big tool maker in the whole Yingyan county. The weapons they made can not only meet the needs of the high-level blood clan in Yingyan County, but also be sold to other regions, which is one of the important ways for the Nanming family to accumulate wealth quickly.

The Marquis of Nanming, who died in the battle, was also a master of making utensils. Otherwise, he would not have made a blood bomb with the flavor of a grand duke.

In the twinkling of an eye, those strong people of the blood clan who are still standing still start their weapons one after another.

For a time, metal friction sound, all kinds of click sound.

Look at those strong people of the blood clan. They all have more weapons in their hands, and they also wear powerful protective gear. Their combat effectiveness has been enhanced several times.

Shen Jianxin's mind moves slightly again. The sword meaning in the sword prison world spreads like a school of fish and bumps into the blood clan of Nanming.

Bang! Bang bang! Boom!

Another group of people were knocked down by Jianyi, but they managed to get up again. This time, because of the protective equipment, there was no penetrating wound on them. At most, it was just pain.

There are more than a dozen high-level blood clans who can fight in the conference hall. Although they can no longer use blood gas, the situation seems to be reversed by virtue of the speed and strength of blood instinct, plus the increase in the number of people and weapons.

"His magic can't hurt us! Everybody, let's work together and kill Nanming Fengye takes the opportunity to revive the morale of the army and yells.

Shen Jianxin naturally has the means to deal with these armed blood clan, but he doesn't think it's necessary.

"South bright, blow the whistle, call people!" Shen Jianxin shrugged his shoulders and did not change his face.

Nanming Liang, standing behind him, took a big step back, suddenly opened the door of the conference hall, and yelled at the door: "Mr. Shen, you have orders, all of you come in!"

Before the words came out, a large number of blood clan farmers came in from the front door of the conference hall, with hundreds of people, all crowded at the door.

Each of them has a mining mechanical arm hanging on his body. The rough mining mechanical arm is shining with the special luster of metal and looks violent.

Shen Jianxin pointed to the dozen high-level blood clans in front of him and said with a smile, "they are all noble lords. Any Marquis or count has them. Beat me to death!"

Whoa! Those blood farmers from Apple village screamed, waving their mining manipulator, and rushed to the center of the hall.

Boom! The great young man who rushed to the front of him swung a count to the ground with one arm, then threw away his big foot and stepped on the other's frightened face.

Without the blessing of blood, if they only fight with their own strength and speed, how can these noble adults be the opponents of the strong farmers.

Those exquisite weapons, in front of the unreasonable and absolutely violent mining machinery, are like an iron box that is only pounded by force. They are smashed to pieces and can't give full play to their combat effectiveness.

And the most important thing is that in the world of sword prison, the nobles are oppressed by the spirit of the sword and can't use their blood, but the farmers can. With the rise and fall, the nobles have to be beaten to shed their armor and cry for their parents.

This is a battle without suspense, and it is also a battle that the blood farmers are looking forward to.

Does the king and Marquis Xiang Ning have seed? Put aside the identity, we fight flesh and blood, aristocracy is not much more noble than the farmer.

After a while, all the noblemen were beaten to the ground, and no one dared to get up again.

Facing these fierce farmers and their ugly weapons, the eldest lady felt like she was in a nightmare that she couldn't wake up.

Those Nanming nobles who were knocked down in the ground, they do not understand very much, where is this an army? It's so powerful, but I've never heard of it. It's like it comes out of the ground suddenly.

Shen Jianxin saw that the effect was almost over. He took the initiative to withdraw the sword prison world, and then waved to the peasant soldiers to stop fighting.

The farmers immediately lined up and automatically retreated to one side, showing a strong sense of organization and discipline.

Their faces were full of excited smiles. They were eager to go back and tell people, "I beat a marquis today!"

"We are not here to conquer the Nanming family, but to lead you into glory together! We're going to conquer the whole county! Do you understand? " Shen Jianxin said in a high voice.

On the floor lie those Nanming nobles, some open their eyes, some squint their eyes, all face of disbelief.

"Surrender or die! I only offer these two options! Now you can choose. " Shen Jianxin said with a smile that Laozi was the great devil.

The whole audience was quiet, and the nobles of Nanming kept silent.

The eldest lady tried her best to calm herself down. She felt that her head was a little out of use.

Mingming is supposed to cover up the sky and control the whole situation. How did Nanming Xuanshi turn to the opposite place after he appeared?

The beautiful young man standing at the bottom, who on earth is he? He has no title. With a group of rustic farmers, he even cried out the slogan of conquering Yingyan county?

"You, don't go too far! My cousin is a strong man from the British metropolis. He will be here soon! With him and the strength behind him, we can crush you easily! " The eldest lady yelled fiercely.

The nobles who could not afford to fall down below also took this into consideration and fought so hard. They did not believe that they would lose to a group of vulgar farmers waving mechanical arms, and they did not believe that the strong man from the British metropolis would not be able to suppress these monsters.

"Nobility from metropolis? ha-ha! It's nothing, is it? Luo Qiu, come here and tell me about the origin of this British metropolis? " Shen Jianxin said casually.

From outside the gate came a lady with elegant and outstanding temperament. Compared with her, the eldest lady sitting at the top was just a native chicken. All the nobles in Nanming could see that although she was not high in title, she had a real noble temperament. Unlike the women in Yingyan County, she came from a real metropolis.

Madame lotchou frowned and said, "you should call me lotchoff, stinky boy. After all, I was a real Grand Duchess."

Without waiting for Shen Jianxin's reply, Mrs. Luo Qiu then said with a smile: "I know that the British metropolis can barely rank as a third tier city in the blood world, but it's a whole grade lower than the place we came to! So don't worry at all. "

Mrs. Luo Qiu's voice did not fall, the aristocrats lying in the hall were all dumbfounded, and their hearts began to fight a small 99.

No wonder this beautiful young man is so powerful. He came from a big city.

Did you hear that beautiful lady say that compared with the place they came to, the metropolis of England is a whole grade worse!

For a moment, these Southern Ming nobles felt in their hearts that even if they lost to them, it was not a shame. They came from a place higher than the British metropolis!

But they didn't know that although they came from the real metropolis, they were fugitives.