Everyone chooses the god of war, only I wake up the wine sword fairy

With the help of inertia, Jiang Haoming turned faster and faster, forming a humanoid spinning top, and bumped towards Ye Chonglou.

The fine steel broadsword in his hand formed a terrifying attack,

The students outside the field shouted: "Here it is! Jiang Haoming's famous stunt [Death Whirlwind]!"

"Sweep all the enemies with the force of the wind!"

"No wonder the three moves were defeated, the strength is too far behind."

Ye Chonglou shook his head, stepping on windy footwork, dodging from left to right.

"Swipe!"

Jiang Haoming, the human-shaped spinning top, rolled up the yellow dust and chased after Ye Chonglou.

The sword edge spinning at high speed narrowly missed Ye Chonglou every time.

It seems sinister.

In fact, Ye Chonglou handled it with ease, avoiding Jiang Haoming's whirlwind of death with ease.

A student from the swordsman department said: "Death Whirlwind, a skill that integrates attack and defense."

"Taking offense as defense, it can not only attack the enemy, but also be like a hedgehog, keeping people from approaching."

The students watching, seeing Ye Chonglou passively avoiding Jiang Haoming all the time, while seeing the menacing Death Whirlwind, couldn't help but gasp.

That kind of fear stems from my childhood fear of ceiling fans.

"almost."

Ye Chonglou jumped up, turned over, pulled out the black broken sword, and slashed at Jiang Haoming.

The trend of a thousand tides!

"Oops!"

Jiang Haoming's pupils suddenly shrank.

When Ye Chonglou jumped up, he started to stop the whirlwind of death.

But the strong inertia made it impossible for Jiang Haoming to stop all at once.

"Stop for me!"

With a low growl, Jiang Haoming stomped on the ground with one leg, the sole of his foot crushed the hard ground, and fell into it together with the back of his foot.

His strong waist twisted violently.

The muscles in the lower back protruded from the tendons, like tough steel bars, twisted together.

finally.

Relying on his strong physical strength, Jiang Haoming stopped the whirlwind of death.

He quickly raised the fine steel broadsword with both hands and placed it above his head.

"Guardian with heavy sword!!"

The sound of "Boom" is like the ringing of Hongzhong Dalu, which is deafening.

A circle of metallic phantom spread out from the fine steel broadsword, protecting Jiang Haoming's body.

At this time.

Ye Chonglou's black broken sword also chopped off.

That sword fell in Jiang Haoming's eyes, the sword was powerful and long, surging like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, falling from nine heavens.

"This is the sword force..."

Before Jiang Haoming's thoughts unfolded, a huge force came from the top of his head.

It seemed that Ye Chonglou's sword was not a simple sword, but a mountain, a river, and suddenly hit it.

In an instant.

Jiang Haoming's fine steel broadsword bent down like an arch bridge.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Haoming's whole body was smashed into the ground like a nail.

The surrounding hard ground sank suddenly, forming a huge circular pit.

The bottom of the pit was flat, as if struck by a giant mallet.

But in the middle of the round pit, there is another sword mark, dividing the entire round pit!

"What a big storm, what happened?"

"It seems to be caused by Ye Chonglou's sword."

"What kind of move is this? It's too powerful."

"I almost got blown out!"

The crowd watching the battle immediately raised their arms, closed their eyes, and stood in front of them.

A strong wind blew around the round pit, blowing dust into the air.

The weaker girl was almost knocked to the ground.

Wait until the sword wind dies down.

Everyone opened their eyes and saw Ye Chonglou standing in the round pit.

The ground sank ten centimeters, like a huge pan, but Jiang Haoming, the swordsman of the earth, disappeared.

"Where's Senior Jiang Haoming?"

"No way, Ye Chonglou knocked down the swordsman of the earth with one sword."

"Poor senior, you died so badly, woo woo woo..."

The students of the swordsman department mourned one after another.

"Cough, cough, I... haven't died yet..."

The round pit is in the middle.

A bent steel broadsword was thrown up.

Followed by.

Jiang Haoming, covered in blood, crawled out of the ground in a panic.

He was completely smashed into the ground by Ye Chonglou's sword.

"Ye Chonglou, you are really powerful."

"My enhanced quality equipment was bent by your sword."

The disheveled Jiang Haoming glanced at the fine steel broadsword distressedly.

This sword has a certain malleability.

It's a pity that the power of Ye Chonglou's sword has broken through the recovery limit of the fine steel broadsword.

"Assignment."

Ye Chonglou cupped his fists slightly.

Jiang Haoming returned the salute, fell silent for a moment, and said, "I have detected the sword's momentum in your skills."

"That kind of surging power is like the tide of the Pujiang River, advancing forward and succeeding, continuous, majestic and majestic."

"Although your level is lower than mine, your kendo attainments are far above mine. I admire you!"

Jiang Haoming's every word is full of sincerity, without any falsehood.

"Brother Jiang is over the top, but... I think it's better for you to heal your injuries first."

Ye Chonglou watched as Jiang Haoming's upper body muscles bulged and his veins twitched.

On the arms, back, etc., small blood spouted occasionally.

This was because when Jiang Haoming resisted Ye Chonglou's thousand tides, he exerted too much force on his body, which caused many blood vessels in his body to burst.

"Small injury, don't worry!"

Jiang Haoming waved his hands indifferently, and continued:

"If I'm not mistaken, the sword power you comprehended is related to Jiang Chao."

Ye Chonglou nodded, admitting that his sword power was related to Jiang Chao.

Jiang Haoming's eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly: "It's wonderful! It's really wonderful!"

"Yagyu Soemon was overwhelmed by the tide of the river. Your sword power of the river tide may really be able to defeat him."

Because he laughed out loud, the wound was completely affected, causing Jiang Haoming to bleed from many places on his body.

"Pfft".

Jiang Haoming fell to the ground with his head up, small springs of blood spouted from his strong shoulders, thick arms and other places.

Ye Chonglou immediately said: "Is there any priest, please help!".

Chapter 74 Sorry, please let me enjoy the experience points exclusively!

"I am a priest!"

A male student squeezed out of the crowd.

He was wearing a black trench coat of a western priest, a silver cross necklace on his chest, and a thick bible wrapped in leather in his hand.

If the guess is correct, this boy wants to advance to become a priest.

"My name is Meshayon."

The male student smiled and introduced himself to Ye Chonglou respectfully.

"It's useless?"

"It's Meshayon!"

"Mei Shayong's plum, Mey Shayong's sha, plum ~ Shayong's yong."

Mei Shayong earnestly corrected Ye Chonglou's mistake-.

"Okay, listening to Jun's speech is like listening to a speech!"

"Mei Shayong, save Jiang Haoming quickly."

Ye Chonglou urged.

He was afraid that if it was delayed for a while, Jiang Haoming would lose too much blood and die.

"give it to me!"

Mei Shayong came to Jiang Haoming, held the end of the cross with both hands, and prayed silently: "Almighty Lord, please save the world."

Immediately, he devoutly kissed the cross.

A soft and holy light fell on Jiang Haoming.

Jiang Haoming's arms, arms, abdominal muscles and other places, the little blood spring that was sticking out disappeared.

The holy power of the healing technique quickly healed Jiang Haoming's wound.

"This is the priest?"

Ye Chonglou's eyes flickered slightly.

According to Ye Chonglou's knowledge, the advanced occupations of priests include not only priests and saintesses in the West, but also priestesses in Ying Kingdom and so on.

From the perspective of treatment effect and speed alone, it is indeed far better than a pharmacist.

After a while.

The holy light dissipated, Meshayong seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and put down the cross.

Jiang Haoming groaned in pain and opened his eyes.

"I'm not dead yet?"