copy raider

Chapter 256
Hundreds of sword cultivators lined up outside the city. The leader held a blueprint and looked directly at Gan Cunxiao, before stopping tens of meters away.

"A mere third-ranker dares to come out to die." Gan Cunxiao squinted at the hundred sword cultivators, with contempt in his eyes.Not to mention Tier [-], even Tier [-] would dare to fight against it with the strength of the battle array.

Seeing Gan Cunxiao's contemptuous gaze, all the hundred sword cultivators were angry.

"Don't you think that with a fourth-level strength, you can run wild in our Dragonrider City and in our Yellow Dragon Guild?" The leader of the sword cultivators said, showing a sneer without showing any weakness.

Then the conversation changed: "It's useless to talk too much"

"Kill..." that sword cultivator raised his voice, drew out his sharp sword and pointed at Gan Cunxiao.

Hundreds of sword repairers shouted violently in unison: "Kill!"

The blood bars shone brightly, and more than a hundred sharp swords were unsheathed one after another.

Looking at the hundreds of sword cultivators rushing towards them with murderous aura, the contemptuous gaze in Gan Cunxiao's eyes became more intense.

The saber was pulled out, and he shouted loudly: "Kill!"

"Killing" hundreds of Yellow Turban elites also drew their swords one after another.

clang clang...

Unsheathing the sabers, they rushed towards the hundred sword cultivators.

Viewed from the city wall, the yellow turbans seem to be messy but are equally spaced from each other, obviously there is a certain pattern in it.

砰

There was the sound of swords clashing in my ears.

Gan Cunxiao ignored the yellow scarves who were fighting all around, and looked directly at the leader.

The four words "capture the thief and capture the king" emerged in his heart, and the saber in his hand shone with light.

The whole person turned into a phantom, and rushed towards the sword repairer.

Seeing Gan Cunxiao approaching, the man with the sharp sword in one hand and the blueprint in the other didn't show any frightened expression.Instead, there was a rapid breathing sound.

Killing a fourth-tier enemy general with a third-tier strength is an exciting feat just thinking about it.

"cut"

Gan Cunxiao's voice rang in his ears, and a saber swung over.

The whole person was knocked into the air, followed by a series of phantoms.

The phantom flicked across the four directions of east, west, north and south, and finally waved towards his throat together.

Numerous damage values ​​kept appearing on his body, each value getting bigger and bigger.

The blood bar on the top of Jianxiu's head was almost reduced by half.

砰

The man fell to the ground.

Reaching out to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, he sneered: "As expected of a fourth-order powerhouse, it's really amazing."

"It's just that you absolutely shouldn't, you shouldn't have come to my dragon riding city." The sword repairer rolled to the left, dodging Gan Cunxiao's blow.

Standing up with the opportunity, the sharp sword in his hand exudes luster: "Death is your final destination"

"Sword Formation" the sword cultivator shouted loudly.

The blueprint in his hand was generous and brilliant, and a famous sword cultivator was affected by the power of the blueprint, abandoning the yellow scarf one after another and walking quickly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a hundred sword cultivators surrounded Gan Cunxiao and a hundred yellow scarves.

Boundless pressure diffused from the void.

The drawing disappeared, replaced by a fist-sized light that emerged from the sky.

The light was divided into hundreds of strands and scattered on the bodies of the hundred sword cultivators.

Flying along the body of the sword cultivators, they flew towards the sharp sword in their hands.

The vision disappeared, and a sharp sword made a crisp sound.

Countless sword formulas were played, hundreds of sharp swords were suspended above their heads, and the breath of killing swept across a mile radius.

This series of changes happened so fast that Gan Cunxiao and the hundred Yellow Turbans were dazzled.

"kill"

The voice rang in my ears.

Twenty sword cultivators took a step forward, and the sword energy appeared around them, and the momentum rose sharply.

Every time he took a step, the sword energy became thicker, when he walked in front of hundreds of yellow scarves.The sword energy flew over densely like raindrops.

A series of damage values ​​were revealed on the bodies of the yellow scarves, and the blood bars above their heads gradually decreased.

Gan Cunxiao's eyes gradually turned cold: "It's just a ghost trick"

After speaking, he took a step forward, and a hundred yellow scarves rushed towards the twenty sword cultivators at the same time.

However, surrounded by sword energy, not only couldn't get close, but suffered a lot of damage.

Those twenty sword repairmen were like hedgehogs, unable to let the Yellow Turbans attack.

"kill"

Another voice sounded.

Thirty sword cultivators squeezed the sword formula, and the sharp sword floating above their heads appeared in their hands.

He swayed towards the hundred yellow scarves.

Because the speed is too fast, a series of phantoms are left behind.

Before the Yellow Turbans could react, wounds of various sizes appeared on their bodies.

"kill"

Another voice sounded.

Fifty sword repairmen galloped, holding sharp swords and changing formations, guarding all directions tightly.

The envoy standing on the city wall smiled when he saw this scene.

With the blessing of the sword array, the attack, speed and defense values ​​skyrocketed.

Trapping and killing the same number of third-tier soldiers is naturally a no-brainer.

But why did the Tiance Corps send a hundred third-tier soldiers to die?Did they really think that a Tier 4 general and a hundred Tier [-] soldiers could capture Dragonrider City? .

Forget it, since they are so rampant, then kill them all.

Thinking of this, I am determined to add fuel to the fire.

"Send two hundred sword cultivators out of the city for reinforcements, be sure to kill all the enemies outside the city," the envoy told the two sword cultivators beside him.

The two sword cultivators bowed and saluted: "Yes"

Then he turned around and walked quickly under the city wall.

boom

The gate of the city opened, and two hundred level 2 sword repairmen flocked to hundreds of yellow scarves.

Looking at the dense crowd of sword cultivators, Gan Cunxiao showed no fear.

Taking a step forward again, relying on the advantage of his professional level, he waved the big knife in his hand and slashed at a sword cultivator surrounded by sword energy.

砰

A crisp voice sounded.

There was a circle of ripples on the top of the sword cultivator's head.

Gan Cunxiao was overjoyed, and laughed wildly: "So what if the sorcery can change so much? I can break it with all my strength."

"Cut" Gan Cunxiao is violent.

The whole person turned into a phantom, followed by the continuous shadow of the knife.

The unique skill of stabbing into the soul started again.

Surrounded by sword energy, the sword cultivator was sent flying into the sky, and the blood bar above his head decreased rapidly.

The blood bar was emptied almost in the blink of an eye, and his figure faded and disappeared.

Gan Cunxiao was determined, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Kill!"

"Kill" hundreds of Yellow Turbans reacted from the brief astonishment, mustering all the strength of the whole body to kill those sword cultivators.

Seeing this, the 2 Tier 3 Sword Cultivators who had just rushed out of the city hurriedly joined forces with the Tier [-] Sword Cultivators guarding the periphery to guard the encirclement.

The sound of swords and swords intersecting came from my ears. Although Gan Cunxiao's level was as high as 4th rank, the large number of sword cultivators and the blessing of the sword array gradually fell into a stalemate.

With the passage of time, the balance of victory has tilted towards the side of sword repair.

However, when the situation was good, the envoy standing on the city wall felt an ominous atmosphere.

Looking at the distant front, he kept looking around, and then his heart sank.

I saw a flag gradually became clear.

Quickly identifying it, I couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air.

Under the flags were square formations one after another, and the suffocating breath roared towards them.

(End of this chapter)