I formed the strongest swordsman group

Chapter 433 Qingdeng: Get out of the way! I'm going to pretend! 【4300】

"It's just a woman! There's nothing to be afraid of! Let's go! Let's go!"

"kill!"

"Drink ah ah ah ah!"

The human herd mentality is strong.

When everyone is moving like a mountain, even if there is only one opponent, he will not dare to act rashly.

When everyone starts to rush upwards, even if the opponent is very strong, he will dare to take the lead.

After someone raised his head, 4 more wolf-like black female clothes stared at Zuo Nazi immediately.

Although in name, women's naginata is an improved "light weapon" that can be used flexibly even by women whose wrist strength is not as strong as that of men, but no matter how light it is, it is still a naginata.

A wooden stick nearly 2 meters long will make your hands sore if you swing it for a long time, let alone a naginata with a steel blade on the front end?

After seeing the heroic posture of Sanako swinging the ten-pound naginata up and down, no matter how stupid people are, they can see that this woman is not an easy-going lamp.

Ever since, the four black women did not act recklessly without a plan, but carefully adjusted their positions first.

They stood in front of, behind, left and right of Zuo Nazi, and surrounded Zuo Nazi.

"kill!"

Four people stood up and swung their knives at the same time in no particular order, and the encirclement suddenly shrank!

Just when their blades were about to cut Zhong Zuo Nazi, at the very moment, the encirclement suddenly opened! Their bodies fly high into the air!

Sanako lowered her waist, lowered her center of gravity, and her soft body spun like a windmill.

The small toe is the pivot.

The sharp naginata are fan blades.

The blue hakama hem, the white sleeves, the black hair, and the silver sword light, bloom and flutter like flowers! Draw a beautiful circle!

The strength is intertwined, arousing the air current, and the sound of breaking the wind whimpers.

The dead branches, fallen leaves, dust and soil on the surrounding ground were driven by the airflow rolled up by the knife, rolling and scattering, flying left and right.

The naginata whirled in a circle, skimmed over the bodies of the four black female clothes, and poured out four cups of blood.

No moans, no wailing.

They died at the same moment when they were chopped off by Sanazi.

Amidst the dust and smoke falling from the sky, Sanako slowly stopped the naginata in his hand and stabilized his figure.

The ponytail that was originally dragging behind her head was thrown in front of her.

Just a strand of blue hair from the braided hair stuck between his cheeks and around his lips.

The red lips, snow-white face and jet-black hair form a sharp and attractive contrast.

At this time, several enemies attacked Sanazi again.

There was no time to take care of her own image. In order to prevent the strand of hair sticking to the corner of her lips from blocking her vision, Sanako opened her teeth slightly, grabbed it gently, and then turned around with the knife to face her new enemy.

The naginata shines, and the wind blows from the slender feet.

At this moment, another female warrior on the battlefield... her record, her performance, not to mention Zanako, even compared to Qingdeng's is not much better!

The chief commander ran three steps in a row, and then jumped into the middle of the enemy group.

Her speed was so fast that not only did her petite body turn into an unrecognizable afterimage, but even the ponytail behind her head was pulled into a black straight line by the violent wind pressure.

With the help of her own weight and the acceleration when she landed, she split the neck of the first person obliquely, cut open the stomach of the person next to her when she retracted the knife, then raised the tip of the knife, and pierced the other guy chest.

From sprinting to boosting, to jumping up, to beating three people in a row... It took less than 5 seconds for the general manager.

The boss's explosive body, which is different from ordinary people, is doomed to her best fighting method, which is fast attack and fast attack.

Unleash a thunderous strike on your enemies with extreme speed!

At this time, someone challenged the chief executive.

He took three steps across, stood directly in front of the chief executive, and said "Hello".

When the director followed the sound and looked at him, he suddenly lowered his waist, spread his legs, and rushed towards the director as if gliding on the ground.

When they were 2 feet apart, he drew out his knife.

Seeing this, the chief commander spread his feet unhurriedly, stepped on his heels, stood still, put the knife in front of his right hand, and placed the tip of the knife obliquely pointing at the opponent's eyes in a flat blue-eyed configuration, and held the handle with his left hand weakly. end.

In an instant, the two figures merged into one.

Metal and iron intersect and clang.

Swords and swords, sparks flying.

The two confronted each other for only one round, and the "challenger", who was much shorter than before, staggered a few steps forward and fell into the grass.

A big, chubby head rolled from behind the chief executive to his feet.

Before he could catch his breath, the chief executive heard a vigorous cry from his side.

Immediately afterwards, the white blade flashed—a slash from the top of the road, as fast as a thunderbolt.

The speed of this knife is really fast.

However, the chief executive moved even faster!

The general secretary raised his left arm, turned his right shoulder, and put the knife in his palm under his left armpit, with the blade clinging to the soft armpit.

In the next breath, her right elbow snapped away like a broken bowstring!

The blade swept towards the place where the enemy was standing with a "swoosh".

The "horizontal line" swung by the chief and the "vertical line" slashed by the opponent...the two lines must intersect.

With just a snap of the fingers, the two knives collided heavily in mid-air.

This "encounter battle"... ended in the chief's complete victory.

The moment the two knives met, the opponent's knives slid aside as if they bounced off.

On the other hand, the general manager... her knife was not affected in any way.

The trajectory of the "horizontal line" is still round and perfect.

The blade slashed horizontally sank into the opponent's body unabated.

The chief slashed deeply into the opponent's flank.

The other party stared at his belly with a big gash in surprise, and subconsciously wanted to seal the wound to stop the blood from flowing out.

But when he raised his hand, he was horrified to find that the strength in his body was draining rapidly, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the knife left in a blink of an eye.

With a "plop", the knife fell to the ground.

Then, he bent his knees to the ground, and gradually lowered his head and shoulders... After a while, a large pool of blood spread around him.

After slashing and killing this person, the chief executive took half a step back and retracted the knife, the blade turned back and swept behind him with a "shua".

"Uh! Ho! Ho-woo! Ho-woo...!"

Someone groaned intermittently—an enemy sneakily lurking behind the chief executive, who was about to wait for an opportunity to attack the chief executive, staggered and collapsed to the ground, and died after only a short while.

Then, a new enemy swooped in from directly in front of the head office.

The director glanced at the other party, and then squatted down - she stuck to the other party's body, passed through the other party's right armpit, and slashed across the other party's chest cavity from the blade to the tip, ribs, sternum, and both lungs, All were cut off.

Driven by inertia, the man dragged his limp feet forward a few steps, then fell to the ground without even groaning, and never got up again.

...

On one side are the ruthless and ruthless black mothers, and on the other side is a small team of only one man and two women who can fight.

As far as the number of people is concerned, there is no doubt that the former has an absolute advantage.

However, when it comes to "individual combat capability", the latter crushes the former! And it's still the kind of crushing that reduces dimensionality!

The fighting will of the black mother clothes is definitely not weak.

After all, as long as you remove the heads of Qingdeng and others, you can get rich rewards.

Their offensive methods are not without rules.

Either cooperate with each other; or attack in groups; or look at the empty space and wait for the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

All in all, their performance was beyond reproach...but they had nothing to do with Qingdeng and others.

Go alone, be cut alone.

Go up together, get cut together.

Such a result will appear, but it is a matter of course.

After all, the opponents they were facing were a King Ren and two talented female warriors.

Money is important, but if you lose your life because of money, it would be putting the cart before the horse.

The beasts, who acted out of greed, finally calmed down after seeing their companions fall one after another.

They began to reflect carefully: Did they really have the life to get the huge reward of 50 taels of gold?

This can't be blamed for their greed for life and fear of death.

It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

The brawny man who had just asked Xiaoye Temple to surrender with great pomp and magnificence just now had a terribly ugly expression, as if he had accidentally eaten a fly.

"Damn it...! That bastard Onodera found such a powerful helper...!"

After finishing speaking, the strong man pursed his lips tightly, as if in deep thought.

After a while, he turned his head and ordered to the subordinates beside him:

"Call me the archers!"

...

The formation of Qingdeng and others is roughly in the shape of a "pin".

Sanako and the chief guard protected the wings, while Qingdeng played forward.

As for Xiaoye Temple, it is protected in the middle of the three "mouths" of the character "pin".

People who can become cadres in a group like the Qingshui clan, where the weak can eat the strong, must have excellent psychological qualities, among other things.

I saw Onodera carrying the knife he picked up from a certain corpse just now, and following closely behind Qingdeng step by step.

According to his footwork, it is not difficult to see that he is a practitioner who has practiced martial arts.

However, maybe he knew that he could not bring effective support to Qingdeng and others with his own weight, so he was very self-aware and acted like a turtle, just staying in the middle of the word "pin", obediently Fully accept the protection of Qingdeng and others, and never step away from the word "pin".

To be honest, Onodera's general knowledge made Qingdeng heave a sigh of relief.

If Onodera jumped up and down and acted without authorization, the protection pressure on Qingdeng and others would increase sharply.

As the "Pioneer", Qingdeng has withstood the most attacks, but also shoulders the greatest responsibility.

He needs to break through the barriers of the Black Mother Clothes and fight a bloody path for everyone.

It is necessary to kill the enemy in front of you, but also to be distracted to protect Onodera behind you, and to pay attention to Sanako and the chief commander, to prevent them from being in danger...Three tasks with one mind, there are many difficulties.

Faced with such a situation, all Qingdeng can do is to go all out.

In the blink of an eye, Qingdeng tore through the enemy's line of defense again.

Wherever the blade went, the enemy group retreated like waves.

In an instant, several black female clothes fell to the ground.

Sanazi and the Chief Director worked together to further tear apart the gap opened by Qingdeng.

Qingdeng maintained a fierce offensive, becoming more courageous with each battle.

But at this moment...he heard a rather familiar voice.

Squeak...!

This voice...Qingdeng was too familiar.

He often heard this sound when receiving bow instruction from Tenzhangin in the bow and arrow range of Moon Palace Shrine.

This is the sound of a bowstring being stretched!

In an instant, Qingdeng's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole.

"Everyone! Find a tree trunk and hide!"

At almost the same time Qingdeng's shout fell——

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the distance came the sound of the bowstring being loosened and arrows flying out!

Dozens of arrows wrapped in icy cold, like a swarm of locusts, splashed out from the bushes in the distance, hitting Qingdeng and the others!

Fortunately, Qingdeng's reminder just now was timely enough.

Although the time was short, Qingdeng and the others managed to hide behind a big tree with a thick enough trunk before the rain of arrows came.

The lethality of this rain of arrows is extremely astonishing, it directly plunged into the huge ancient tree, and penetrated to a depth of 3 inches.

The tree where Qingdeng and others hid was shot into a sieve in an instant.

"Everything is hidden! Don't stick your body out!"

Qing Deng shouted at the chief executive and Onodera who were hiding not far away.

Coincidentally, the chief executive and Onodera hid behind the same tree, while Qingdeng and Sanako hid behind another tree.

The sudden rain of arrows not only brought troubles to Qingdeng and others, but also frightened the Heimuyi people who were fighting on the front line.

I saw them swearing and scrambling to retreat, for fear that they would walk half a step too slowly and be accidentally injured by Liu Ya.

All of a sudden, there was a "vacuum zone" where no one stood and only arrows walked through the fierce battlefield where blood was flying all over the place.

Qingdeng carefully poked half of his head out of the tree, peeking at the direction of the arrow.

Visibility is poor due to shade.

It took Qingdeng a long time to find the hiding place of all the archers among the dense bushes.

The archers in Heimuyi all hold Japanese bows more than 2 meters long, and have huge quiveres hanging on their waists that can hold dozens of arrows.

They were all ready to fight, with arrows on the bow and the string slightly stretched, ready to "serve" Qingdeng and others with a rain of arrows at any time.

This scene made Qingdeng frown unconsciously:

"Tsk, it's troublesome..."

Before the advent of firearms, bows and crossbows were the most terrifying existence on the battlefield-everything from ancient to modern.

According to statistics, in the era of cold weapons, more than 70% of the casualties on the battlefield were caused by bows and crossbows.

Looking back on the past, Qingdeng has "single-handedly broken the bow" several times.

Not long ago, he even smashed a pistol bullet fired by Kitahara Konosuke.

However... Even with the rich combat experience as a foundation, Qingdeng still felt guilty when facing the "king of the battlefield" like bow and arrow again.

"Onodera! And Onodera's companions! Listen to me, all of you!"

It was the strong man's voice.

"I'll give you one last chance!"

"Put down your weapons and surrender obediently!"

"Otherwise, I swear——I will definitely use the cruelest means in this world to torture you severely! Let you not survive, nor die!"

The strong man has a loud voice.

Compared with the volume of a strong man, the so-called "sound like thunder" is nothing more than that.

However, his impassioned speech fell on Qing Deng's ears.

Qingdeng ignored the brawny man's persuasion to surrender.

At this moment, his whole mind is immersed in thinking.

He looked left and right, scanning the bushes beside him.

Immediately afterwards, he half-closed his eyes and built a virtual forest in his mind.