C565 I Don't Move from All Directions No Matter What Kind of Storm He Brings!

Ice, three feet cold, blood coagulated, ten thousand feet hard. The moon was dark, and the night was dark. The warrior did not return to the sky!

As Guxing swung his sword again and again in the chaos, more and more Barbarian Tribe cavalry fell to the ground. In the next moment, they were crushed by the incoming troops. However, no matter how much he risked his life to fight, the Barbarian Tribe cavalry were still like endless waves in the ocean.

Compared to the heaven-shaking killing at the city gate, Chimu was watching everything that was happening with cold eyes under the protection of Tourre and a few other Xiantian experts. He seemed to have never expected that one side would suffer such a great loss. This prince of Barbarian Tribe, who had always been charming and charming, was currently sneering with a slightly ugly expression.

Suddenly, he raised a hand, and a long horn sound was heard. The fifty thousand cavalry of Barbarian Tribe knew what this meant. The order of the army was as heavy as a mountain. They resolutely stopped their attack and retreated without any hesitation.

Chimu sneered. Immediately, another thirty thousand soldiers of Barbarian Tribe stepped out. From the sword-shield soldiers to the spearmen soldiers, then from the sword-shield soldiers to the axemen soldiers, there were all kinds of soldiers. Although there were only thirty thousand of them, the surging killing intent emitted from them was enough to suppress the fifty thousand light cavalry soldiers.

Looking at the playful expression on Chimu's face, Guxing understood that the fifty thousand cavalry soldiers from before was just a warm-up game. The real life and death had only just begun.

"Soldiers, listen up! Kill!"

Following Chimu's command, the thirty thousand soldiers of Barbarian Tribe marched towards Guxing in unison. Due to the influence of their equipment, their speed could be described as slow, but they were not worried that Guxing would escape. Since they dared to wait here alone, it meant. . . He didn't give himself any way out from the beginning.

In fact, Guxing really didn't plan to escape, even though the city behind him was already an empty city.

Facing the thirty thousand elite soldiers from the Barbarian Tribe, Guxing did not charge in and out of the chaos like he did with the fifty thousand cavalry earlier. Instead, he stood alone at the city gate and slowly closed his eyes. Moonlight fell on his blood-covered face, making him look even more miserable.

When the first soldier of the Barbarian Tribe swung his long blade at Guxing, Guxing finally opened his eyes. He was like a sleeping lion that was suddenly disturbed, not hiding his anger at all. As he struck out with his ultimate move, the fearless warrior and the dozens of soldiers of the Barbarian Tribe beside him were immediately splashed with blood. However, Guxing did not stop. He turned around and launched another attack with the Fleeting Life Sword. This time, more people fell. There was a wound on their throats that was neither deep nor shallow without exception. However, it was fatal.

Guxing was glad that he had preserved his strength in the previous battle. This allowed him to not be exhausted after offsetting the first wave of attacks. He glanced at the thin layer of corpses under his feet. For some reason, Guxing felt that they had fallen into eternal sleep, which was much more affable than when they were alive.

He shook his head and threw these boring thoughts to the back of his mind. He also dodged the spear that was coming at him. It was a good aim. It was just that his speed was a little slow. Guxing secretly laughed that he still had the mood to comment on the enemy at this time. He flicked his hand and used the Swift Sword Strike to wipe the man's neck. The whole process was not thrilling at all. After the previous confrontation with the fifty thousand cavalry, Guxing was already used to such a simple killing method. Although it was not satisfying to fight like this, now was not the time to enjoy it to his heart's content.

As the spearman fell, the second wave of attack from the Barbarian Army was finally launched. It could be seen that this was a well-trained army. They did not charge forward at full speed for Guxing to kill in all directions. Instead, they started a war of attrition with Guxing in a wave of three thousand people. In less than half an incense stick of time, another wave of people would take over. Among them, the sword and axe soldiers were the main force of each attack. The spear soldiers were well hidden behind the sword and shield soldiers, ready to launch a sneak attack at any time, even though this attack pattern could not be called brilliant. 70% of the wounds on Guxing's body were caused by these crafty spearmen. While he was focusing on dealing with the swordmen and axemen, the cold spears that came from all directions from tricky angles were indeed hard to guard against.

Compared to fighting one on one, the Ancient Chaotic Sword Arts was more like a chaotic battle. This was something Guxing had discovered a long time ago, whether it was the seventh movement, the Revolving Star Passage Technique, or the ninth movement, the Floating Life Sword. It was a technique that gave the enemy a headache in a chaotic battle. Many Barbarian Army only saw a flash of sword light. Immediately after that, they died before they could even feel the pain. Of course, what made them even more aggrieved was that they saw their comrades chopping towards Guxing. He didn't know why it had landed on him, so Guxing naturally wouldn't explain it to them. Furthermore, they couldn't hear him anymore.

Before they knew it, the corpses under Guxing's feet gradually piled up into a small hill. He was still waving his sword tirelessly. His eyes were calm and indifferent. Seeing this scene, Chimu, who was sitting on the horse, rubbed his chin and thought for a while. He turned to Tourre and asked, "What sword technique is this?"

Tourre suddenly became silent. Although he had fought many battles with Human Clan when he was young, He stared at Guxing's movements closely. He tried to find some clues from Guxing's moves. At the same time, he eliminated the names in his mind. However, in the end, he still shook his head. This sword technique gave him a very stunning feeling. At the same time, it was also very unfamiliar.

"I'm very interested in this sword technique. Pass down my order. Catch him alive. "

The corners of Chimu's mouth curled up playfully.

Guxing was still using his sword with an expressionless face. His blood was boiling at the beginning, but now he was numb to it. After killing thousands of people, waving his sword had become his instinct. Sweat mixed with blood dyed his clothes red. He could not tell which ones were his enemies and which ones were his.

There were times when men were poor. Guxing was not a saint after all. He had been holding his sword for a long time. He would also feel tired, but the enemy obviously wouldn't give him a chance to catch his breath. Under the continuous attacks of the thirty thousand Barbarian Army, he was like a rootless duckweed in the waves, with the risk of perishing at any time.

In the beginning, Guxing could still use his ghost-like movement technique to enter and exit the thousands of Barbarian Army at will. With a slight flip of the longsword in his hand, he could take one life after another. But now. . . His footsteps were getting heavier and heavier. He decided not to wander around anymore. Instead, he stood in the middle of the city gate like a mischievous stone, his body tall and straight. He was as tall as a mountain. Every time he slashed with the sword in his hand, an unyielding look would appear in his eyes.

Looking at this figure that could not be called majestic but unusually firm, everyone's hearts simultaneously surfaced in their minds. This sentence: "I will not move from all directions, let the storm come!"