Acting for the gods

Chapter 440 A Sword Comes to the West

"The sound of fighting, this world is really not peaceful!"

Regarding the strength level of Haotian World, Jiang Fan has read it from the book.

But what is achieved on paper is superficial in the end, and I know that this matter must be practiced.

Fighting is the fastest way to understand the strength of practitioners in Haotian World.

Of course, it's best to observe first, otherwise, if you rush forward rashly and find that you can't beat it, it will not only be embarrassing, but also fatal.

Holding the big bronze sword in his hand, Jiang Fan quickly transformed the qi in his body, so that he could fly with the sword at once, stepping on the blade of the giant sword, Jiang Fan quickly rushed to the place where the incident happened.

At the same time, just in case, during the flight, Jiang Fan restrained his breath, and pasted an invisibility talisman to hide his figure.

After a few breaths, Jiang Fan Yujian drove to an unknown ancient road entrance.

This place has high mountains and dense forests, and it is indeed a good place to set up an ambush.

When Jiang Fan arrived at the scene, he saw a group of people in the mountains and forests shooting cold arrows at a convoy on the flat ground.

There were many armored soldiers in the convoy. They erected their shields, surrounded a luxurious carriage, and set up a line of defense.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Arrows were fired in disorder, hitting the wooden shield with a dull impact sound. From time to time, some arrows passed through the gaps between the shields and hit the soldiers behind, splashing bloody flowers.

The scene was quite chaotic, with people screaming and cursing, and horse neighing mixed together.

[The red military uniform seems to be the symbol of Tang. 】

[Those who look like grassland tribes should be members of the Golden Tent Royal Court. 】

[As for the unkempt and unkempt sixth sons in coarse linen clothes, they should be desolate people. 】

[According to Jiang Ye’s book, barren people live in the bitter cold in the north. They believe in the Demon Sect and are natural fighters. Don't flee to live in the bitter cold in the north. 】

[The Tang Dynasty is a country established by the master, and the kings of the Tang Dynasty are appointed by the master. It is regarded as the country with the strongest military power and is known as the country of justice. 】

[The Golden Tent Royal Court is a grassland tribe, but at this time they are fighting against the enemy together with the Tang Army...]

Jiang Fan quickly recalled the distribution of forces in the night world.

As for Tang Guozheng's injustice, it remains to be considered.

After all, the concept of justice is relative.

But judging from the book, Tang country is indeed a good country, at least much better than other countries.

There are also some bad apples, but overall it's not bad.

As for the barren people, they are just a group of people trying to survive. The war between the two countries is more about fighting for survival resources, and it is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong.

Jiang Fan was condescending and found that in addition to the barren people, there was also a group of masked men with knives rapidly attacking the convoy from the side.

These people obviously came prepared and well-trained. They were either members of the army or dead soldiers.

The two sides quickly fought hand to hand and fought together.

Amidst the fierce clash of blades and dull roars, both sides suffered casualties.

From time to time, people were stabbed through the chest and abdomen by sharp knives, or their throats were cut open by sharp knives. Blood sprayed from their bodies, staining a large area of ​​land red!

The people on both sides are very brave, and no one flinches at this moment.

At the moment of extreme tension, the window of the luxurious carriage was pushed open.

I saw a beautiful young woman poking her head out, with an anxious expression on her face, as if she was asking about the situation of the battle.

At this time, the sun was about to set, and the sight began to dim. The boundless fallen trees were rustling, and the cold wind blew countless fallen leaves, rustling.

Jiang Fan watched for a while, and found that most of the people who fought were mediocre.

For example, those soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, measured by the level of the immortal world, are the level of the third layer of "movements" in the secret realm of the physical body, and only a very few have reached the fourth layer of "hardness and softness".

On the contrary, among the desolate people, there is a burly and strong man who has reached the realm of "bravery" on the eighth layer of the physical secret realm.

To Jiang Fan, it was just a small shrimp.

But placed among the crowd, there is invincible courage. Those Tang soldiers were hit one by one, and they had no power to fight back.

"Drink!"

After the strong man knocked several Tang soldiers away, the mask let out a thunderous roar, and a gray, earth-colored light appeared on his light armor, which was fleeting.

Two thick arms suddenly raised a stone the size of a car, and threw it towards the luxury carriage dozens of meters away, like a human-shaped trebuchet.

Jiang Fan could see a little girl in the carriage. Even though Jiang Fan had experienced a lot, Jiang Fan was quite tolerant towards children.

The premise is that it is not a bear child!
After watching for a while, he found that it was chickens pecking at each other, and none of them could fight. Jiang Fan no longer hid, and slashed out with a sword, knocking down the stone from the air.

At this moment, the strong man grabbed another tree trunk, and was about to throw it into the crowd, but he saw a fairy flying from the sky, and a sword came to the west.

"Whoosh!"

With a soft sound, the bronze great sword flew towards him like a frightened bird, directly piercing through the chest of the strong man.

The long sword pierced the ground, and the strong man looked down at the remaining hole in his chest, and fell to the ground out of breath.

"It's a sword master!"

"That's amazing, could it be that the king of Tang sent to meet His Highness?"

"Great Sword Master? A master I've never heard of!"

On the carriage, an old man looked at Jiang Fan who was flying down, and saw that he was dressed in plain clothes and a white robe. He was young but had white hair and a sharp sword intent all over his body. He said uncertainly .

At this moment, Jiang Fan felt a completely different sword intent behind him.

Turning his head to look, he saw a gray figure flashing in the dense forest.

This person's speed was as fast as lightning. One moment he was still among the fallen leaves flying all over the sky, and the next moment he came to the battlefield where the intersection was fighting.

His goal was very clear, to kill Jiang Fan directly.

Maybe there is some misunderstanding, maybe it is because Jiang Fan is the biggest threat among these people, the long sword in his hand stabs straight, and the blade roars like wind and thunder, mixed with power, directly counts all the leaves within a few feet around shattered.

"not bad."

Seeing the sword master coming with the force of wind and thunder, Jiang Fan had a calm demeanor, raised his sword finger with his right hand, and waved casually. The huge bronze sword seemed to respond, and immediately turned into a blue light and flew back, blocking Jiang Fan.

"When~"

The two swords collided, and they were separated at the touch of a touch.

The unknown sword master turned around, and the nimble gray sword shadow, like a thin snake, slashed towards Jiang Fan's neck like lightning.

He was fast, and Jiang Fan was even faster. With a movement of his body, while avoiding the edge of the sword, he swept across with the big sword in his hand.

A muffled sound exploded, and the long sword in the middle-aged sword master's hand was cut off on the spot, a bloodstain was drawn on his chest, and his heart and lungs were severed.

"Among the five realms...upper..."

Before the words are finished, the person has already died of hatred.

Jiang Fan didn't know that this person was an abandoned student from the academy, he also practiced the Demon Sect Kungfu, and he still hadn't resorted to the last resort.

But even if you know it, you won't care.

The strength of the opponent is equivalent to the first level of mana in the mysterious realm of supernatural powers. Even if there are some special means that can stimulate potential and increase combat power, they are limited.

After dealing with the unknown swordsman, Jiang Fan pointed to the sky as he watched the crowd still fighting.

"Sword Qi. Meteor!"

(End of this chapter)