Chapter 157 Question

"kill!"

A Yulin Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, and the moment he pulled out the long sword, a cold and stern sound of killing burst out from his throat.

Shi Conghu still had to worry about the use of public weapons for private use and dared not openly call out the shouts of killing, but the soldier had no worries. As a soldier, he only needed to consider implementing military orders.

In his eyes, Wang Jingmeng at this time was no different from those practitioners who invaded the palace.

With a swish, all the Yulin Guards beside him and behind him drew their swords at the same time, and the light of the sword instantly illuminated the dusty gray road ahead of them.

As the sound of drawing the sword sounded, there were some shrill sounds of breaking through the air and the sound of the coarse cloth breaking.

More than ten crossbow arrows shot towards Wang Jingmeng like lightning. At the same time, more than ten cloth bags filled with lime and lead powder fell around Wang Jingmeng.

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

Regardless of whether these crossbow arrows caused any damage to Wang Jingmeng, the footsteps of these Yulin Guards had already sounded like a heavy rain hit the ground.

They began to charge.

According to their usual habits, these soldiers covered their faces with thin cloth while hanging their heads, and then rushed towards Wang Jingmeng.

Lime and lead powder can not only hinder the breathing of practitioners, but also hinder the true energy of practitioners. For these soldiers, close-knit fighting can limit the speed of practitioners and squeeze them into a very small space.

However, Wang Jingmeng was still breathing steadily.

His breathing has a wonderful rhythm.

The slowly released true energy was like a layer of extremely clean brilliance that always shrouded his face. His exhalation shook the lime and lead powder, and gently inhaled as the lime and lead powder rippled back, but was swept further away by the exhalation.

His movements were not fast, but they were extremely stable.

He just walked forward casually like a wandering stroll in the garden, and then stabbed him steadily.

His sword was not very wonderful, but every time the sword light lit up, the tip of the sword would penetrate into the gap of a Yulin Guard's armor extremely accurately, and then instantly lose the balance of the Yulin Guard.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The collision between armor and armor sounded extremely clearly and rhythmically.

The Yulin Guard, who lost his balance when he rushed to the speed, was like a stuttering horse hitting the stuttering horses moving forward at full speed, causing more stuttering horses to stutter.

In this process, Wang Jingmeng's speed of moving forward did not change. He just drew his sword very steadily, moved forward, and then passed through these Yulin Guards.

When these Yulin Guards rushed to him, they seemed like an extremely crowded market in front of him. However, when he really stepped into it and walked through it, his surroundings always seemed very empty.

Only the sparse figures kept turning over and falling to the ground in the collision.

Even the sword force that set out the sword seemed to have no special changes.

He even used the most common sword force in the army to hit the mountain sword.

The sword tip and the sword road simply bumped straight towards a certain place, bursting out the power contained in the sword body very simply.

However, both the onlookers and ordinary people felt that their bodies were filled with chills, as if a cold rain was falling constantly, soaking their bodies.

Ordinary people cannot see the sword path clearly. This kind of scene of the Yulin Guard's crazy charge is actually more shocking to them than the scene in the fish market.

They only felt that these cold figures wearing armor were like moving hills, and they should easily surround Wang Jingmeng and crush them.

However, what they saw was the figures wearing armor colliding with each other in the sword light and they were defeated.

What makes those practitioners feel cold is that they find that as long as they are calm enough, they should be able to do such things.

Perhaps they are in such a battle formation now, and it is impossible for Wang Jingmeng to be as calm as Wang Jingmeng, but with Wang Jingmeng's demonstration, they may be able to perform like this as long as they practice several times.

In other words, Wang Jingmeng was not wrong. The fighting style of these Yulin Army is really problematic.

The charge and siege that seem to be powerful and unparalleled is really problematic.

Shi Conghu's face turned pale.

More generals have appeared behind the taciturn general not far behind him.

All these generals looked at this scene, watched Wang Jingmeng walk past these soldiers, and looked at the fallen soldiers behind him, all of them were speechless.

They are both powerful practitioners and generals in the army who have been through the battlefield for a long time, so from such a picture, they intuitively realized what was wrong.

change!

The difference between practitioners and ordinary people is that

The battles of practitioners have many changes.

Their speed, body movement, and sword style have many changes.

Although these Yulin Guards have targeted the characteristics of practitioners from the very beginning and wanted to limit the changes of practitioners, they invisibly ignored their own changes.

When all the members rushed to the extreme in an instant, they all rushed to the extreme. Although they were extremely brave, they had to limit the opponent to a very cramped range as soon as possible and rely on their bodies and armor to limit the opponent's movement, the key is that all of them were like falling rocks at high speed, without any change.

There was no change, no speed and speed. None of these soldiers were slow, some were fast, and there were no more back moves in the charge. Then, when facing a calm enough swordsman like Wang Jingmeng, they were just targets for their activities.

As long as you are calm enough and calm enough to draw the sword, you don’t need much cultivation to easily deal with this group of Yulin Guards.

This is not a problem with the state of practice, but there is really something wrong with daily teaching and training.

All these generals had a heavy mood.

Generals and teachers have division of labor. Such problems are hidden in the dark on weekdays. If Wang Jingmeng didn't easily expose it, they might have to wait until there are really enemy practitioners showing such a picture in front of them, and they will wake up suddenly.

But in a sense, it's really their dereliction of duty.

There are very few sword masters like Wang Jingmeng, but there are really many enemy practitioners who are calm enough and have absolutely much experience in battle formations.

Any enemy practitioner who dares to sneak into the palace or cause chaos on the border, who is not such a person?

Wang Jingmeng said that the sergeants taught by Shi Conghu would damage more in real battles, because of this.

This is not because these sergeants lacked enough courage and execution ability, but because Shi Conghu himself had problems with his teaching and ability.

Bang!

When the last Yulinwei was stabbed behind Wang Jingmeng's backhand sword, when the Yulinwei on the ground roared in pain behind Wang Jingmeng's backhand sword, it was difficult to get up smoothly. Shi Conghu, with a pale face, was soaked in sweat, he couldn't help but scream, "Not everyone has a sword skill like you."
Chapter completed!