Chapter 1073 (2/2)

The goddess of luck obviously no longer cares for these poor students.

With the death of their captain, two distracted students were immediately killed by the besieged rebels.

The number of people is less than ten.

However, there has never been a soft hearted approach to war.

Dozens of insurgents who have been armed with new weapons, do not know whether they are stimulated by the smell of blood in the air or by witnessing the arrival of death, they began to become unusually crazy. They made meaningless shouts, and then launched a final charge, encirclement and suppression against these students who could be said to be disabled and defeated.

No mercy.

No surrender.

Yes, just cruel killing.

In the death march composed of screams, roars and screams, these students finally turn into cold bodies.

……

Like the death scene in front of us, it is staged in the whole fortress at this moment.

Although the protagonists in most death plays are these young students, there are always one or two exceptions occasionally.

The black shadow of the sword is like a blooming flower.

Blood has become the nourishment for the vigorous growth of this flower.

This was a section of the wall of the fortress, and Sean, who was running fast, did not stop because of the rebels on the wall. The black king in his hand is like a part of his body. He can change freely on his hands without Sean's hard control. Then he shakes countless black sword Qi and spreads in all directions, killing all the rebels who hinder Sean's progress.

However, Sean is no longer moving forward independently at this time.

Behind him were more than a dozen young students with different injuries. These people are the lucky ones saved by Sean from passing by when he was looking for Locke, but because Sean moved forward too fast, some seriously injured guys can't keep up, so they all fell behind on the way. But even if these guys didn't fall behind, they couldn't help Sean.

We can only keep a short distance from Sean - without hindering and ensuring that Sean has enough fighting space, we and others will not be cut by the enemy and fall into the enemy's encirclement.

The front buried his head in charge of Sean, and didn't care who was blocking him.

All he knows is that any guy who is hostile to himself is his target, that's all. As for judging whether there is hostility, it's even simpler. Since Sean has opened the real eye to look for Locke, how can he let go of another function of the real eye - Sean has completely stopped looking at each other's clothes, looks and looks, and only rely on his halo and energy to judge the enemy, US and strength gap.

When Sean again wielded his sword to kill several rebels who tried to slow down Sean's attack, the surrounding rebels seemed to finally find their reason, no longer blindly launched a death attack on Sean, but began to retreat slowly.

This change in momentum naturally makes Sean suddenly relax the pressure he needs to face.

However, these rebels did not leave, but surrounded Sean and the students who followed Sean in a larger circle, with an attitude of ”I can't beat you, I trap you”. But these have no meaning for Sean, because the strength of these rebels can't shake Sean at all. For him, it's just the difference between killing 100 people or 10 people.

Taking a deep breath, Sean was a little tired and continued to entangle with the rebels endlessly.

The black fighting spirit began to escape from Sean's right hand, turned into very subtle strands of energy, and then slid down Sean's fingers to the black king.

After entering the holy land, Sean had a new understanding of the four sword skills taught to him by bass. Of course, this may have something to do with Sean's official title of ”sword saint”. Because of this, Sean's achievements and growth in swordsmanship naturally seem extremely amazing. He has even been able to disperse his fighting energy into multiple strands, and then integrate it into the sword skills taught by bass, so as to cooperate with the outbreak of higher lethality.

And this kind of combat skill is especially good at playing in the face of many people's siege.

If we must say that there are defects, it is that this kind of combat technology is somewhat indiscriminate between the enemy and ourselves.

But anyway, Sean doesn't think there is any distinction between ”enemy and ourselves” among the people on the floating island, so even if there are any other side effects, it's not something that Sean needs to pay special attention to. The only thing he wants to solve now is the pile of rebels in front of him who seem to be unable to kill them no matter how hard they are.

It seemed that they felt a strong death threat, and the rebels looked at Sean with unspeakable fear.

The morale of the rebel army fell to a low point in an instant.

But Sean didn't give them much time to react and think.

At the moment when the atmosphere of fear began to spread and spread, Sean suddenly took a step forward. The wrist of his right hand shook and turned into wisps of scattered energy. Suddenly, Sean was reconstituted in the sword body of the black king - at this moment, it was like the strong beating sound of the Dragon's heart, those close to Sean, Both the rebels and the young students were bleeding from their seven orifices in an instant. In severe cases, they even fainted after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The black king, at the moment when the sound like a beating heart sounded, the whole sword body lit a black flame, as if the sword body itself was shaped by a flame. At this time, it just lifted the seal and restored its original form.

A strong sense of fear of death spread in all directions like a tide.

Countless people began to scream and flee in panic.

”Sword wound. Sigh of the soul startler!”

Sean held the black king back and plunged into the ground!