Counterattack Xiaoxian

With a sword in his hand, the Terracotta Warriors became extraordinarily different. In addition to being domineering, they were still domineering, as if they were the masters of all things.

Wherever they looked, the two of them immediately felt the sharp blades on their bodies, and there was a faint cutting pain.

Ji Lingchu followed the Holy Lady and learned how to strike first when dealing with powerful enemies. He jumped up quickly, spun in the air, dragged out three sword lights, and rolled towards the royal warriors.

Nowadays, his methods are becoming more and more sophisticated, and this move can be used both offensively and defensively, so that one misjudgment will not lead to death.

Unexpectedly, the warrior king only pointed his sword. He paused in the air, and the speed slowed down. Then he paused with a "click" every time he turned around. Finally, he stopped in the air, and the sword light was easily broken by the sword light.

When he moved again, his body hit the tip of the sword like a moth flying into a flame, as if he was committing suicide, so heroic!

Fortunately, the Saint was a hundred times more experienced than him. She drew the silver thread coldly and missed the tip of the sword while also dragging him back a step.

Ji Lingchu refused to retreat with his sword. The handle of the sword whirled around, and the edge of the sword collided with the tip of the sword that was chasing after him, and the fatal blow was neutralized.

The king's sword style was displayed, and he froze again. The long sword cut like tearing paper, and the sword edge reached the tip of his hair in an instant...

Ji Lingchu's whole body was stiff and cold, but his waist was pulled by a light force, and he suddenly moved several meters sideways. The blade of the sword slashed across, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

The saint quickly got in the middle and exchanged more than ten moves with the royal warrior, but she seemed to be restricted by some kind of restriction, and her moves were not smooth. Ji Lingchu was on the side and passed moves to make up for it, so the victory was not defeated.

This is a battle that Ji Lingchu has never encountered before. His hands and feet are like puppet strings tied up. It is extremely uncomfortable and uncomfortable. He does not dare to be distracted at all, because he may die at any time...

After a thousand moves, he and the saint gradually developed a tacit understanding. The switching between offense and defense was like flowing water. They complemented each other and depended on each other for life and death.

This fight lasted for most of the day. Although it was difficult, it was of great benefit to Ji Lingchu. He had never thought that a simple striking technique could be so sophisticated. He also understood that this world cannot be moved sideways with brute force alone.

With such a perfect opportunity, if we don't fight, wouldn't we be dealing with ourselves?

Relying on the support of the saint, he used the "Seven Swordsmanship" to his heart's content, and many of his skills in handling the swords were verified.

At this time, Master Sang's loud shouting sounded in his mind:

"Watch out! The 'Braille Technique' must be precise. The snowflakes are like mats. If you penetrate the hole, it will not be reduced when it falls, and it will not be destroyed when it falls...!"

"No, come again, the 'Qie Zi Jue' is unparalleled in all directions, its power is like the wind, the wind passes without leaving a trace, and the murderous intention is invisible...!"

"Idiot, is this how the 'Stick Word Technique' works? Even if there are mountains in front of you, you can destroy them with one force...!"

"You brat, you've pissed me off so much. The 'dragging technique' is still a desperate counterattack. With a single blow, I feel like a soft-footed bitch in your hands. Haven't you had enough...!"

"Haha, the 'Zhen Zi Jue' has a form but no soul. Don't break your heart. I can't afford to lose this person...!"

"'Ming Zi Jue'? Just save it, you want to run before you learn to walk...!"

"..."

Ji Lingchu thought to himself, the old man is really noisy, but I really can't beat this guy!

The royal warriors in front of them seemed to have infinite power and would never make mistakes. They were like a ruthless killing machine. If this continued, it would only be a matter of time before they were defeated.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Ji Lingchu took the risk and became more and more courageous as he fought. He risked his own life several times and completely gave his trust to his comrades around him. This seemed to be the first time that the two of them truly joined forces to fight against the enemy.

This feeling is difficult for outsiders to understand. Gradually, the hearts of both parties are in harmony, and the two souls seem to be getting closer...

Ji Ling was just intoxicated when the saint suddenly jumped out of the ring, leaving him alone.

He suddenly panicked, just like someone teaching you how to ride a bicycle before you feel it, but when you turned around, the person let go.

This panic was no small matter. After finally surviving several attacks, I heard the sound of singing in my ears, like a trickle of water washing away an iceberg of thousands of years... The saint once again sang the "Spirit Summoning Technique".

As the song rose and fell, the warrior king gradually fell into a sluggish state, his movements became sluggish, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be stuck with glue.

Of course, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity could not be missed. Ji Lingchu raised his sword and chopped off his head.

After losing his head, the warrior king did not fall to the ground, but slowly walked back to the throne. When he sat down, he seemed to have gone through a disaster, finally tired, and could no longer move.

Ji Lingchu was so tired that he lost all strength and lay on the ground unwilling to get up. However, after this battle, he felt that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be condensed again.

The saint also recovered with her legs crossed, and her expression turned dull. It was hard to believe that she had just gone through an extremely vicious battle.

Ji Lingchu looked at her and thought of a question. If the royal warriors would be affected by the "Spirit Summoning Technique", then the saint's guess should be correct. The one who controls the royal warriors must be their target.

The two rested for a while, then walked forward and found that there was a stone room behind the throne, with a furnace inside and dim and unknown fireworks burning.

There is a circle of stone beds next to the furnace. Each stone bed has human-shaped blood marks on it. It is covered with scratches and scratches. There are also chains left on the hands, feet and head and neck... Think carefully. I'm afraid, at first glance, it seems that it is not used to do good things.

They looked at it one by one, and when they reached the last picture, they found something lying on it. They thought it was a human figurine, but they suddenly sat up and said, "Haha, did it scare you?"

The saint's face turned cold. Ji Lingchu was both surprised and happy, and shouted: "It's you!"

To his surprise, this man was wearing a tortoise shell, with horns on his head and a sword on his back. He looked like another "tortoise shell man".

Although Ji Lingchu had been busy with this matter all day, when such a thing suddenly appeared in front of him, he still couldn't accept it. Could it be that he was actually a pair of twins, playing a "double act" with him?

The man immediately became unhappy and said: "It's not me, it's me, he is himself. Don't ever think of me as him, and don't think of me as him."

What is this mess?

Ji Lingchu felt a pain in his head. He thought to himself that if he was not surprised, he would be defeated. He said to him, "Don't be afraid. Someone asked us to take you back."

"Go back if he lets you go! I've had enough for a long time. He wants to ask me to go back, unless he calls his parents, but my parents are already dead, hahahaha...!"

This guy is obviously mentally disturbed, and the saint doesn't care about that much. She has only two words for monsters: surrender.

She didn't want to waste her words, so she struck at the next silver thread. However, the silver thread wound around a few times, but nothing came of it.

The man seemed to be a shadow, yet so real, like dancing ballet. He even tied a knot on the silver wire with his hands and shouted: "It's fun! It's fun!"