C390 Harvesting Life
C390 Harvesting Life
In fact, in the hearts of the people of the island, they were quite fearful of the Chinese in the beginning. However, because of the corruption of the Qing dynasty in the recent history, the allied forces of the eight countries captured Beijing, and the old Buddha of Tzu Hsi fled in panic.
From then on, in the eyes of the people of the island, the Chinese became cowards, cowards that even their own country could not handle.
Even today, the islanders still look down on the Chinese.
However, today, Wu Congwen wanted to let the other party know that all Chinese people were tough and not to be trifled with.
White Bird Plains didn't command anyone to blindly rush into the formation. Instead, they waved their hands towards the back, and a small squad of twenty people, like a sharp knife, shot into the Eight Trigrams Formation from the main gate.
Zhou Weiqing was currently standing on a huge rock about ten meters away from them. Beside him was an old man, and the protection of the Eight Trigrams Sect's Sect Leader, Dai Bingshan, prevented any sudden attacks by the island's assassins. He held a bright, red, five-star flag in his hand, and when he saw the other party begin to move, he knew that they were trying to attack.
Both sides had a total of two hundred men. If they were able to wipe out the enemy's remaining strength, Zhou Weiqing would not be polite.
He waved the flag in his hand again and again. After a short period of half a month of iron-blood training, a tacit understanding had developed between him and these two hundred people.
The enemy's team of twenty instantly disappeared without a trace, like a mud cow entering the sea. The Hundred Year Plains felt a wave of surprise. Just now, they could still see their own team fighting inside, but in the blink of an eye, they had mysteriously disappeared without a trace, not even hearing the sounds of battle.
It was as if these people had never existed since the beginning.
These people were the elites of the White Bird clan. They had spent nearly a decade of their life's work to nurture them, and now, they could only look on helplessly as the twenty of them said they would be gone.
"Eight!"
The Hundred Year Plains pulled out a sharp saber from his waist and roared something indiscernible. The remaining assassins of the Eight Trigrams Formation rushed toward them as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
In the blink of an eye, all of the island assassins rushed into the formation. At the start, Zhou Yafu could still control the formation and split the island assassins into several parts, intending to destroy them one by one.
However, these assassins were the best elites of the White Bird Plains, and they only had half a month of training. Most of them did not understand the ingenuity of the formation, and only followed Zhou Yafeng's orders mechanically.
As a result, after killing a portion of their men, they met with a frenzied counterattack. The formation began to erupt in a wave of chaos, and quite a few of them had already lost their lives at the other party's hands.
Wu Shangwen, who was at the very center of the formation, was keenly aware of this fact long ago, but he didn't understand the formation and was unable to command it.
China Alliance? The Alliance's members were flustered and flustered as they passed by White Bird Plains and the others. They no longer had the time to look at Zhou Yafu's commands.
This was what White Bird Plains hoped to see. It was also his tactic to use lightning to defeat Wu Zewen's formation in a short period of time.
Soon, the formation was in a state of chaos, and the surrounding old men and women wanted to rush up and kill them, but they did not do so. Firstly, the two sides had already made an agreement; secondly, if they rushed up, the ten or so old men who were watching on the side would definitely join in as well.
Zhou Weiqing had expected such a situation to occur. As a high-ranking officer, he naturally took into account any unforeseen circumstances during the battle.
Zhou Yafu jumped down from the boulder, dragging his machete as he headed in the direction of the battle with a gloomy face.
This formation had already been scattered by the enemy. Not far away, he didn't care about any formation core characters, he wielded the big machete in his hand and sliced the nearest island killer from his shoulder to his waist. Fresh blood dripped onto the ground, but the temperature here was very low, and it quickly froze into ice.
Wu Chengwen madly slashed and slashed along the way as if he was harvesting lives from the dead, and heads after heads flew up from time to time as streams of blood sprayed out. Everywhere he went, dead bodies were lying on the ground behind him.
Wu Zewen's body was also covered in blood. He looked like a fiend that had walked out of hell. When the assassins from the island saw him, they were so shocked that they couldn't help but retreat, not daring to confront him directly.
Shua shua shua!
Just as Wu Liuwen was walking forward, he suddenly heard three sharp sounds breaking through the air from behind him. Immediately, he twisted his waist, spun around, and waved the long blade in his hand, bringing a cold light with it. Behind him, three people along with their long blades were sliced into two simultaneously.
And at this time, from the corner of his eyes, Wu Congwen saw that quite a few Chinese players had died under the blade of the island's killers. The scene immediately became quite tragic.
A frightening cold light flashed across Wu Zewen's eyes. He took a big step forward and chopped off the head of a killer who was planning a sneak attack two meters away from him.
Just as he was about to search for his next target, a strong piercing sound came from behind him in the midst of the chaos. Without even turning his head, Wu Zewen knew that this was the White Bird Plains.
While he was wantonly killing the assassins of the island, the White Bird Plains was also unceasingly killing the Chinese Alliance.
Now, the two of them had clashed!
Clang! A metallic sound of weapons clashing against each other made White Bird Plains retreat seven or eight steps before coming to a stop. On the other hand, Wu Congwen retreated four steps.
Both sides engaged the two in a fierce battle, leaving a space in the middle for the two of them at the same time.
White Bird Plains stared at Wu Shangwen, its surface as calm as water, and waves of shock raged in his heart. He didn't think that his opponent's strength was so great. That strike just now almost caused the blade in his hand to fall off.
Wu Shangwen's heart was also in turmoil. From the way the two of them retreated just now, it seemed like he had the upper hand, but in reality, it wasn't that simple.
Just now, if he hadn't used the profound footwork that the old man had taught him to dissolve the impact, then the four steps wouldn't have been enough to stabilize his body.
After a short period of shock, the White Bird Plains waved the long saber in its hand, causing a cold light to flicker. Under the sun, it was so cold that it was difficult for anyone to open their eyes.
Wu Zewen only felt a bright ray of sunlight touch his eyes, causing him to be unable to open his eyes. Immediately afterwards, a chill that would make his hair stand on end approached his throat.
Wu Shangwen let out a cold snort. He flipped the long saber over, and with a clang, blocked the other party's long saber.
White Bird Plains didn't meet force with force this time. Taking advantage of the opponent's defensive power, the long blade drew an arc in the air before once again slashing horizontally at Wu Zewen's neck.
At the same time that Wu Zewen lowered his head to dodge, he suddenly turned around and swept his leg out, sweeping towards the other party's lower body. This move was too sudden, and there wasn't the slightest warning beforehand.
It was too late for White Bird Plains to retract their sabers, so they could only stagger backwards. Seeing his opponent retreat, Wu Zewen naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. He used his legs to support his body and flew up, kicking out in front of White Bird Plains.
White Bird flew backwards for a distance before crashing into the ground. However, the moment his body touched the ground, he sprung up like a spring and …
Stepping on the ground, he rushed towards Wu Zewen.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged more than twenty blows. The White Bird Plains was the strongest opponent that Wu Shangwen had ever met. Ye Chong was right; his power was not something that Yin Shanhu could compare with.
If it was Yin Shanhu, he wouldn't be able to stand up after taking his kick.
White Bird Plains vividly displayed the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of the Perception Undulating Sabre Technique. The martial arts of the Island Country was first spread over from China, and after dozens of generations of improvements, it formed a martial arts with extremely high offensive and lethal power.
However, Wu Shangwen's sabresmanship was not inferior to his opponent's. Even though the Hundred Year Plains had been immersed in sabresmanship since the age of three, Wu Shengwen had grown up beside the old man, the number one master in China.
In terms of foundation, it was not worse than the White Bird Plains.
The White Bird Plains had just suffered a few moments ago, so they didn't dare to be careless anymore. Their moves had become stable.
However, Wu Ziwen quickly discovered that the opponent's moves focused on offense, and there were very few defensive moves, or they weren't as exquisite as the offensive moves. The White Bird Plains used offense instead of defense.
In his opinion, attacking was probably the best defense.
Wu Shangwen was the opposite of the opponent, as he completely defended his entire body. Even if the White Bird Plains' attack was fierce, Wu Shangwen was confident that he could handle it.
He was waiting for the right moment. He was waiting for the White Bird Plains to expend all of its stamina, and at the moment when a flaw appeared, he would unleash a thunderous attack.
Very soon, the opportunity came. After a series of attacks from the White Bird Plains, it finally revealed a slight flaw.
Wu Zewen seized this fleeting opportunity and kicked away the long saber in his hand. Then, with a flash of cold light, the long saber in his hand was sent into the stomach of the White Bird Plains.
"Cluck, cluck …"
A vague sound was emitted from the White Bird Plains's throat, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of its lips. Its eyes were wide open, and they were filled with shock.
With a plop, White Bird Plains kneeled in front of Wu Zewen. In front of him was a long blade.
Seeing that the White Bird Plains was dead, the killer did not run away in panic. Instead, he fought against the Chinese people like a mad beast, and Wu Zewen had to admit that this fierce aura was something that was hard for Chinese to have.
This was probably what they meant by kung fu spirit.