Star God Ruler of the Moon

Under the bombardment of the high-temperature light cannon, everything within the range of power is absolutely dead, and along with it, disinfection and sterilization are carried out to ensure that there will be no plague in the future.

Personnel, horses, looted supplies, everything is gone, as if it never existed.

Although the strike power of the light cannon is not enough to plant a mushroom cloud symbolizing nuclear peace on the earth, the power of each light cannon is at least comparable to that of a cruise missile.

A wave of screen light cannons came down, and the damage caused was considerable.

Originally there were more than 20 foreign looting troops, and the number was reduced by at least 5. The remaining 15 people were frightened out of their wits, and there were definitely not a few people who urinated on horseback.

"Brothers, hold on! There is only one enemy, and an attack like this will never be used a second time. Don't be intimidated by him! We, we still want to avenge our brothers and compatriots who died tragically!!!"

The shouts of the alien generals spread throughout the army, calming down the aliens who were about to mutiny and flee, instead of swarming for their lives like an avalanche.

Lu Bu Fengxian's charge was still going on. Due to the open space cleared by the opening bombardment, he was now far away from the front row of the alien looting army, but this did not prevent him from showing the unparalleled heroic posture of a general in the world.

"Five soldiers of the military god, mow!"

The big bow capable of shooting terrifying cannonballs returned to the shape of Fang Tian's painted halberd again, and the burly general riding on a steed swung his weapon with a loud shout, and the blood-red crescent-shaped slash flew out horizontally, like a sickle The leading rows of foreign soldiers were swept away like wheat.

The man and the horse were directly cut in half, and the bloody tragic scene once again stimulated the sensitive and fragile nerves of the aliens, causing them to completely fall into self-destruction.

"Ghost! He is not a human, but a ghost from the abyss hell—!"

"Run! If you don't run, you will die. This is definitely a punishment from the gods!!"

In this way, under the watchful eyes of Brand and more than 2000 cavalry, an extremely absurd scene appeared on the northern plains.

More than [-] people in the front were running for their lives like crazy, and all of them only hated the loss of two legs of the horse under their crotch, while there was only one person in the rear chasing the horse, chasing the alien race around like driving a flock of sheep.

Seeing the retreat of the foreign looting army, Lu Bufeng felt that the one-on-one fight before the battle should be over, so he turned around and greeted the cavalry troops of Liangshan City who were playing soy sauce as spectators.

"All officers and soldiers obey orders! Follow a certain family to drive out the Tartars, kill the enemy and win merits!!"

In this regard, the cavalry who served as the background board for a long time all rolled their eyes, feeling that they were so enthusiastic about going to war, they dared to stroll around to watch the general's solo show.

Looking at Lu Bu Fengxian's majestic and tall back, Brand's heart was extremely complicated, and he felt that he was a little proud and complacent in the past.

Later, when Brand returned to the barracks to report the battle to Liwa in detail, he could only use this paragraph to describe what he had seen and heard.

"General, have you seen the great migration of dangerous species swarming from all over the mountains? At that time, the fleeing alien races were like this. That is a picture that I will never forget in my life after seeing it!"

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Chapter 380 Wang Hassan's Unparalleled Deadly Sword Art

Under the iron heels of the war madman Lu Gaoda, the 20 alien looting army was nothing to mention. They were driven like rabbits on the northern plains, completely without any resistance.

And when the man with the cursed arm forwarded Kong Ming's suggestion to Wang Hassan, the defeated alien army had long been chased and killed by Lu Bu, and the iron-blooded war scene used to baptize the rookie Hassan naturally disappeared.

"It seems that this is the end of the northern alien race, and there will be no more cards that can make people's eyes shine."

Sitting on the stone chair, Wang Hassan said in a deep voice, knowing in his heart that Kong Ming wanted him to fight for Lu Bu as the last insurance.

The old man doesn't mind having more opportunities to relax, but right now there is no need for him to do anything. It is only a matter of time before the northern aliens are completely defeated.

For the judgment of his own boss, the man with the cursed wrist naturally supports him unconditionally.

"Mr. Zhuge has a cautious personality. Presumably, the swarm of insects and super dangerous species that suddenly appeared some time ago touched his sensitive nerves, which made Mr. Zhuge's carefulness increase by one level."

The old man on the mountain chuckled twice, and responded:

"It's not a bad thing, you just cooperate with him dutifully, go."

"Yes, please rest assured, the first generation!"

Commander Weng Dun of the Cursed Arm ordered, and the crooked figure kneeling on one knee turned into a black shadow and quietly dispersed.

After the curse wrist left, the fire around the old man of the mountain suddenly disappeared in place, and he moved to a valley shrouded in mist within a short distance.

"First grandfather!"

Chi Tong, who had been waiting here for a long time, ran over to greet her, her small face was full of excitement, and she couldn't wait to learn a trick that the man of the mountain was about to teach her.

Hearing Chitong's voice, the old man of the mountain couldn't help but feel good, and there was a bit of kindness on his face under the skull mask.

"What? Can't wait?"

The little girl nodded fiercely, blinked her big watery eyes, and responded:

"Grandpa, grandpa, let's get started!"

"It's useless to be anxious. The road to practice needs to be done step by step, and you can't take any shortcuts."

The old man of the mountain said as he raised his hand to touch Chitong's little head, and taught the little girl a lesson before starting to teach her special skills.

"And as a killer, impatience is not advisable, it will kill people."

Chitong looked up at the blue eyes of the mountain old man. The red eyes were serious, and seemed to feel the importance that Wang Hassan said.

"Remember, in the future of your killer career, your biggest enemy is your own mentality, and you must maintain a calm heart at all times."

After listening to the words of the old man of the mountain, Chitong was no longer as irritable as before, and the excitement gradually calmed down, and she returned to the calm and calm girl she used to be.

At the same time, she finally understood why several Hassan instructors always looked cold, because they completely controlled their emotional fluctuations and kept themselves in the best mental state.

"Sorry, first grandpa, I was too impatient."

Seeing Chitong's straightforward appearance, the old man of the mountain felt very satisfied.

When it comes to teaching students, no matter who is gifted or a genius with superior understanding, the old man of the mountain is naturally not exempt.

Although he was satisfied in his heart, the old man of the mountain had a serious face, and flicked Chitong with his fingers, a crisp brain crash, which was so powerful that the girl's center of gravity could be unsteady and she fell to the ground.

Seeing Chitong covering his forehead with both hands, the old man of the mountain said in a deep voice:

"Just keep it in your heart, let's punish slightly this time."

Chitong pouted aggrievedly, but didn't dare to protest anything. Seeing the man on the mountain walking slowly towards the depths of the valley, he quickly got up and followed.

Although he doesn't teach people often, the level of the disciples of the Old Man of the Mountain is above the average level, and he understands the importance of teaching students according to their aptitude.

For big swords, the old man of the mountain really has a special liking, and the swords used by Sansheng III to cut people are all heavyweight big guys.

But Chitong is obviously not suitable for using a big sword, because the little girl is not even half the height of the big sword, and her thin arms and legs can't bear the weight of the big sword.

Thinking of this, the old man of the mountain couldn't help but recall the time when he first fought with a big sword.

Rather than saying that the enemy was hacked to death by the great sword, it would be better to say that the enemy was smashed to death by the man on the mountain with the great sword.

It doesn't matter what weapon the opponent is using, or whether the opponent is wearing thick or thin armor, the door-like big sword is swung down and turned into a puddle of meat every second, it's a simple and rough game.

If you rub it, you will hurt, if you touch it, you will die.

Strength is the most basic and most important essence of Wushuang, that is, dead stream swordsmanship.

This is also the fundamental reason why Hassan the Shadow Lantern has not learned all the legacy of the Old Man of the Mountain. He is used to hiding in the shadows, and he really can't play the basic routine of a berserker.

The reason is the same for Curse Wrist, Tranquility, and Baimao. Even geniuses such as fanatics found another way to barely realize the miracle of the first generation, but they can only be used as the trump card of the bottom of the box.

Of course, the old man of the mountain never forced his disciples and grandchildren to learn Wushuang, that is, the deadly swordsmanship. What he cared more about was the fighting style passed down from generation to generation by the Assassin Order.

Otherwise, the old man of the mountain, who is the restraining force of the Hassans, will not wait until the old man on the mountain goes astray to appear, and take away the head of the fallen man with a big sword in his hand to wash away his sins.

Although he can't teach Chitong his best unique skills, but with the rich life experience of the old man of the mountain, there is no shortage of other sword skills to teach.

The ones he is most familiar with are the moves of the heroic spirits of the Xingyue Community, but even the old man of the mountain can't do things without telling him, because after all, they are treasures passed down from other schools.

What's more, the heroic spirits are not stingy guys, and they have never had the bad habit of cherishing themselves with their brooms. It is not difficult for Chitong to study with someone for a period of time.

The moldy Heroic Spirits wished they could have something to do.

After sifting through the complicated knowledge in his mind, the old man of the mountain finally picked out a sword skill with good effect, which he had obtained by accident.

"Chitong, the skill I will bestow on you is called 'One Sword Shura'. It was created by an unknown genius swordsman in the past. I have perfected the shortcomings in it. Do you want to learn it?"

"Think!" Chi Tong nodded firmly upon hearing this.

Although she doesn't know exactly what the effect of this skill is, the sword skill that can come from the hands of the first generation grandfather will definitely not be weak.

Seeing Xiao Chitong's full of energy, the old man of the mountain smiled.

"Very good, that's the energy. I'll start with the basics of swordsmanship, let's start with how to hold and swing a sword!"

ps: The final exam is finally over. There are six subjects to be taken this semester, so it took a bit of time. I apologize to everyone for taking such a long time to waste my dream.

ps: There will be another update in the evening, and now I have to catch the high-speed train at five o’clock to go home, please recommend tickets

Chapter 380 Esdes, there is a task for you in the organization

Time flies, winter goes to spring, and several months have passed in a blink of an eye.

Under the careful teaching of the old man of the mountain, Chitong has initially mastered the basics of swordsmanship, what is lacking is continuous practice over time.

After Chitong passed the assessment arranged by the old man of the mountain, he began to teach and impart the sword skill "One Sword Shura", and it was precisely for this moment that Chitong practiced swordsmanship hard.

In the valley, on a flat and clean green grass, Chi Tong and Wang Hassan sat facing each other.

"The sword skill 'One Dao Shura' is said to be a sword skill, but in fact it is not any move, but a secret move to stimulate the potential of the body."

"After 'One Sword Shura' is activated, it will greatly increase your body's speed, strength, defense and reaction, and the effect time is 1 minute."

Listening to Wang Hassan's careful explanation, although Chitong felt that the stunt was a bit different from what she had imagined, she also realized the value of 'One Sword Asura'.

For swordsmen, the moves that stimulate the potential of the body can be used as unique moves to deal with enemies stronger than themselves.

For an assassin who pursues a one-hit kill, 1 minute is more than enough time to kill the target person and escape calmly.

"Remember, 'One Sword Asura' can only be used once a day."

Wang Hassan warned in a deep voice, and Chitong also kept it firmly in his heart, and at the same time heard the reason for the restriction.

"The original 'One Sword Shura' will cause irreversible damage to the body, and even lose lifespan and vitality, but the new version that has been improved by me will not have such a huge side effect, and it only needs three days of quiet cultivation to recover."

Chitong was not surprised by this, even in her opinion, the price of gaining power is only three days of rest, which is really a bargain.

"Grandpa, can you demonstrate 'One Sword Asura'? I really want to see it!"

Looking at Chitong's watery eyes full of longing, the old man of the mountain couldn't help but hesitated, and didn't immediately agree to her request.

It's not that the old man of the mountain doesn't know how to use 'One Sword Shura', this level of sword skills is nothing more than a trivial skill to him, and it belongs to a move that can be used with a few glances.

But... let the old man of the mountain unleash his physical potential and run away for 1 minute! ?

As an existence that holds the truth of death, the man of the mountain is the out-and-out master of death.

The instant death that comes with normal slashing is enough to defy the sky, if you stimulate another potential or burn the magic power, emmmmmmm

Don't be kidding, it will definitely destroy the world!It will definitely destroy the world! !The world will be killed instantly! ! !

Even when Tiamat was given the concept of death, the Man of the Mountain just sacrificed the dispensable crown spirit base, and then charged into the crowd of monsters with his sword in hand like a normal person Kai Wushuang.

What's more, since the old man of the mountain made his debut, he has never encountered an enemy that he can kill with his own life, and there are only a handful of people who can resist the sword in the evening bell state.

If it's in a high-level world like Hakoniwa, it's fine. A mountain man who can control his own power meticulously will never affect his surroundings, but let's not talk about it in this low-level world right now.

Even if the man on the mountain stood still, the sudden explosion of death power would be enough to level the entire plane and lead the world to the death end of the doomsday twilight.

As a kind grandfather, the Old Man of the Mountain really takes good care of his younger generation. As long as it is a reasonable request, he will agree to it, and he will not refuse to help, but this obviously does not include destroying the world.

"Chitong, Grandpa has never used a secret technique like 'One Sword Shura'."

"Because, I have already been so strong that I can defeat any invading enemy with just the big sword in my hand!"

Although he didn't directly reject it, Chitong obviously understood the implication of the words and understood that his request was not granted.

Even so, Chitong didn't feel frustrated, but praised with a smile:

"Is that so? The first grandpa is indeed the most powerful! It seems that I have to work harder."

Seeing that Chitong is so well-behaved and sensible, the old man of the mountain is also relieved, and decides to make some other compensations to the little girl.

"Hurry up and start practicing. After you have mastered 'One Sword Shura', I will also pass on its advanced sword skill 'One Sword Rakshasa' to you."

Chitong immediately jumped up from the ground, picked up the iron sword beside him for practice, and responded energetically:

"Yes! The first grandpa, I will use the fastest time to learn."

At the same time, in the City Lord's Mansion of Liangshan City.

Under the leadership of Anastasia, Esdeth came to Zhuge Kongming's study through layers of magic barriers.