Bear Lord Volibear

He is not a priest who has been slapped and has to slap in the face and then slap others. As a swordsman, the only way to communicate with the incoming enemy is to speak with the sword.

I have to say that the tactical arrangements of these regiments are very good. They attacked when it just started to rain. The increasingly heavy rain mixed with fog made them unable to know how many enemies there were, and set fire on a rainy day. However, his behavior caused more chaos rather than being used as a defensive wall of fire. Even the lurking fields were obviously carefully planned. It was definitely not an encounter or a surprise attack on a whim. It can be seen that the planning and command behind it is a fairly meticulous person. .

It's just that the soldiers used to attack are not proportional to the rigorous plan.

What kind of people are these people? Obviously they are not soldiers. Those people who climbed up from the field and attacked have uneven armor and a wide range of weapons. The fighting method is not based on the division of arms, but a small team battle. The big sword was cut so happily that in the next second, he took out a dose of anesthetic for blowing arrows, or simply took out a pistol that he didn't know where it came from.When Yasuo hacked a person to death, the product actually threw out an explosive tube. If he hadn't set up the wind wall in time to block it, I'm afraid it would have been wounded and offline.

It's just that despite their many tricks and accidental injuries, Yasuo even saw a group of punk hair and moxi dry hair among the attackers scolding and ignoring the soldiers themselves.

Perhaps there is one thing that Akali said right. These people are not the elite who came to destroy all the guests of the post. They are just cannon fodder for harassment. They are not distressed when they die, but they can cause considerable losses as long as they cause chaos. Just close the door and let the dog go, maybe you can test the details.

But this does not mean that the battle is easy. There are still a lot of difficult powers in these cannon fodder, especially an enemy in a cloak of blades and a hood. The fierce and broken blades are flying, and the sword is splashed with blood. , He was like a parkour athlete while leaping over the fire and reaping his lives, and more than 30 people lost his hands.

In the shadow of the hood, the pair of cold but familiar eyes made Yasuo a trance.

Leaning forward a little, Yasuo's figure strode past the wind, and the sharp blade that cut the wind unbiasedly just held up the sword of this man like a sharp knife, and saved a big barrel gun that had been cut in half. The Canaanite in a daze.

The man was also very surprised when he saw Yasuo.

"Yasuo!"

"Tyrone!"

Sparks overflowed, gold and iron cried, and Yasuo gave a soft drink, curling up a tornado-like sword aura, but Tyrone made a juggling version of a backflip and avoided it.

"You are here too!? I heard Fiona say that you have given up kendo and become a killer. I didn't believe it at first. With your personality, how could you be a minion for those war mongers or politician lords? But I found that I overestimated you."

"Overestimated? Yasuo, it's better to say that you are too complacent. I think the world revolves around yourself, but unfortunately we are insignificant to the world. Do you think I am a dog? This is only temporary, I will climb Go to the highest level of this world and complete my revenge."

He sneered and looked at his former classmate, his figure depressed to the point of breaking, a bit like the starting position of a sprinter, even the blades at the end of the cloak clinked.

Leaping over a distance of ten meters, the sword and fist reached Yasuo in an instant.

"I've had enough!!"

The fist sword did not drink the flesh and blood as expected, but inserted most of the sheath of the scabbard. The entire scabbard made of steel trembled slightly in the fight between the two men's wrists, and gave out an overwhelming tear. The sound seems to be broken in the next second.

"I'm fed up with practicing swords in the air every day! I'm fed up with the carefree smiling faces of others every day! I'm fed up with the generosity of those who come from Broken Sword Cliff! I'm fed up with the master seeing through everything. Face!"

The man named Tyrone roared, and every time he poured a word, his free hand shot a flying knife. Yasuo held the scabbard in his left hand and continued to wrestle with the other hand. .

The two moved fast on the chaotic battlefield, or it was Tyrone who retreated quickly against Yasuo through the scabbard, making a deafening roar every time they retreated.

"I'm fed up with you guys!!!"

The scabbard finally couldn't bear to explode completely amidst his roar, the fist sword was like a broken bamboo, and Yasuo slammed the fist sword away dangerously.

"But don't you want revenge? Didn't you also say that you have to become the strongest swordsman in the Wilderness, even if you turn into a murderous sword?"

Yasuo's expression was also a bit annoyed, but his former playmate brother today gave up his persistence, giving him a betrayal anger.

"Huh? Swordsmanship? Swordsmanship deserves to be called murder."

A cold light flashed in the eyes under Tyrone's hood, and he lifted the cloak upright. Hundreds of throwing knives were hanging clanging under the cloak, and the flying segments in the cloak were flicked and flew out completely. 'S figure disappeared in this dazzling array of swords 1.

Before Yasuo had found where Tyrone had gone, those flying knives stopped briefly in the air, and they flew towards Yasuo.

The wind wall rises and the blade shadow disappears.

All the throwing knives were blocked by the wind wall, but Yasuo didn't relax at all, because he had already felt a slight tingling sensation in his back.

He could even feel that the sharp end of the fist sword had penetrated into his skin, and the thick blood beads were covered with make-up and left behind the cold blade, which was extremely coquettish.

Yasuo lost.

"Is this what you call swordsmanship? Now do you understand why I left that disgusting place, because those are just artists' self-entertainment. What I'm learning now is the real murder. Surgery."

As long as the tip of the knife is lightly stabbed, Yasuo's life and journey will end here, but you must know that in the past, Tyrone was basically his subordinate defeat!

Now he was defeated so fast and so lightly, what did he try to learn?

The big beads of sweat slipped from Yasuo's forehead.

"Go back and tell the old guy, I won't admit his bullshit, one day, I will prove to him that everything he insisted on turning down is just a joke. I defeated him upright in the hall and proved that he was confused for a lifetime. ."

Probably because of the sympathy of the past, the sharp sword did not directly stabbed, Sauron pulled away and prepared to leave, because he could already see Andorhal’s reinforcements, in contrast, the attackers did nothing but the beginning. It's better than others, and it's gradually falling into the wind, on the one hand because the fog has gradually dispersed, and on the other hand because there are too few attackers.

He probably didn't even have a chance to leave before leaving.

"I'm afraid I can't help you convey it."

Yasuo turned his back to look at his back that Tyrone was about to go away, the corners of his eyes were vicissitudes of life.

"Master was killed, I'm afraid it's time to not see your joke."

Tyrone stopped, his calm and resolute face seemed a little loose, but his back to Yasuo was hardly seen.

"But he walked very gloriously. He died to protect Broken Sword Cliff. The only pity is that he did not die under the sword but died under the secret means of a certain killer at this moment."

"Glorious, death is death, there is nothing to be glorious, only a fool will be Mr. Honor, but there is one less stupid old man in the world."

He laughed softly, but there was no smile, only murderous.

"Who killed it?"

"A man called Jie."

The form of the battlefield has begun to tilt. No matter how great the spy is, it doesn’t count the temporary join of the caravan. The attackers who could have caused heavy losses to others are even more steadfast in the presence of so many powerful soldiers in the caravan. The defeat began to flee.At this time, a cross-blade wheel revolved and cut, aggressively trying to assault Tyrone to divide him in half, and when he just leaned forward, he easily avoided.

Disappear without a trace!Just like when the flying knife was thrown away!

"Jie? He won't live long."

From the empty air came Tyrone's last thought, whether it was a joke or a promise.

Chapter 78: Eight O'clock at Night

"I'm sorry for the negligence this time, we will surely make the Legion that manipulated behind the scenes pay for it.

Jarvan jumped off the Griffin and said with a grimace.

The battle is over. After all, the outpost is only seven or eight kilometers away from Andorhal. When the rabble of people attacked, the griffins seeking help had already risen above the outpost, and it took less than ten minutes to reach full speed. Get out of bed Jiawen who is getting ready to take a bath and rest.

With the support of more than fifty griffins and four hundred cavalry at full speed, the attackers were dispersed in an instant, and the fog dissipated, only to find that the attackers were only a few hundred people.

They were guaranteed by the cripple that there would be no reinforcements, and even the "Earl of Brooklyn" appeared in front of them and said that they would not send a single soldier, but how suddenly so many cavalry appeared suddenly.

At this time, these talents found themselves as cannon fodder, cursing while fleeing.