Chapter 633

If he hadn't seen the wolf clan carrying the giant blade, Shen Hao would not have sensed the existence of the other party at all, as if the other party only existed in his vision but not in his perception. He didn't even feel that a whole army of soldiers had been wiped out by the opponent.

The three guards guarded Shen Hao behind him as if they were approaching a formidable enemy, and they even held him back without Shen Hao reacting.

I don't know if it was Shen Hao's luck, that wolf clan didn't look at Shen Hao's side at all, but looked up at the towering tower in the army with his teeth bared.

"Aww!"

With a howl of wolves, the wolf tribe kicked and jumped up with force, flew down from the wall of the village, and then rushed towards the tower like a hurricane. All the people were smashed to pieces by the giant blade in an instant, even if they were wearing magic weapon armor, it would not help.

Shen Hao didn't dare to move at this moment, he could feel a crushed gap in strength, it seemed that the wolf clan could kill him with just moving his fingers, while the three guards in front of him couldn't possibly kill him. Block the opponent a little.

"That is?"

"Xuanhai Realm Body Cultivation!" Shen Hao wasn't the only one who had lingering fears, the three guards also felt like they had survived a catastrophe, and continued: "It's for Cheng Jinhou! I'll suffer!"

Only Shen Hao still had a different emotion in his heart, which was "speechless". Because when he saw that wolf clan just now, the black beast tattoo on his chest jumped a few more times.

This is the real greed and insufficiency of the snake to swallow the elephant! Shen Hao was taken aback for a moment, and then cursed in his heart. He felt that the black beast tattoo was a scam. It's okay to drool over the souls of the barbarian monks who died in his hands, after all, for the black beast tattoo, it is considered to have given up the "food" that comes to his mouth. But the wolf tribe carrying the giant blade just now is also "food"? Shen Hao scoffed at this reaction to the black beast tattoo from the bottom of his heart, and was even unable to complain.

But this thought only turned around in his mind, and then Shen Hao put it behind him, because now he was faced with a choice: go or stay.

"Shen Hao, let's go! Cheng Jinhou is dead, and the army village can't hold it anymore!"

Shen Hao still shook his head: "No way. The military order is to defend the wall of the stronghold, and you can't leave until the stronghold is broken."

In fact, Shen Hao himself couldn't explain why he had so much confidence in Cheng Jinhou, but he had his own plan. If Cheng Jinhou died, the army camp would be in chaos once it was destroyed. He had Tudun in his hand and his aura was far stronger than that of ordinary monks.

To put it bluntly, even if you want to run, you have to see that Cheng Jinhou is indeed dead, otherwise you won't be able to run.

The three guards wanted to persuade them, but the towering tower behind them collapsed immediately, and the wolf with a giant blade could be seen in the smoke and dust, maintaining a slashing posture.

There was a burst of howling, and the sound directly hit my mind, shaking my head dizzily.

"Is it Yinxiu?" It actually has the characteristics of Yinxiu like Ning Ziyi that Shen Hao met.

"It's not sound training, but a special sound stimulation, an ability to control the body to the extreme."

Voice control? Shen Hao didn't understand at first, but then he thought of another world's interpretation of sound "vibration and sound waves", and he understood it all at once. I also have a new understanding of the means of physical training. It turns out that physical training is not just about being strong enough, but also being used to the extreme.

"It's over. Cheng Jinhou can't live."

"No! Look, who is that person next to Cheng Jinhou?"

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the collapsed tower showed its figure. Cheng Jinhou was indeed not dead, not even a single scar on his body. The forceful throw of the knife just now was aimed at him, but someone blocked it for him.

It wasn't even Cheng Jinhou alone, but everyone on the tower showed their figures after the smoke and dust cleared. They found something wrong and wanted to defend Cheng Jinhou, but they waved their hands away.

"Elder Xuan is here, so you don't have to worry." Cheng Jinhou said calmly.

Shen Hao tried his best to look around, but he couldn't hear Cheng Jinhou's words, but he saw that the person protecting Cheng Jinhou after the smoke and dust cleared was one of the few who held the command flag to help Cheng Jinhou command and deliver the order! Although Shen Hao didn't remember the specific appearance of that person, he still remembered the clothes of that person clearly, and at this moment, there were still a few command flags on the person's waist.

In addition to the order flag on his waist, the "order flag officer" also had a simple long sword in his hand.

After that, the two sides did not speak, and they directly killed each other.

It's very strange that Shen Hao took the time to watch the two masters in the military village fighting each other, but it gave him the feeling that it was like a competition between ordinary warriors. There is no sign of surging true energy, no destructive power that is incomparable, and even the range of body movement is limited to a small open space.

It wasn't until he realized that when the wolf stepped on a large weapon shield scattered on the ground while moving, and the thick large shield disappeared instantly like gasification, he realized that perhaps this was another level of fighting , with Shen Hao's current cultivation level, he couldn't understand it at all.

Even Shen Hao couldn't help thinking, why did the wolf clan fight in this way with the sword cultivator who had hidden his identity and suddenly suddenly appeared? Wouldn't it be more beneficial for him to open and close?

Maybe the wolves couldn't help themselves.

Also, after watching it for a while, Shen Hao felt that the rhythm of the sword cultivator's dancing sword was very familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere before, thinking quickly in his heart, and quickly remembered it.

When I watched Nie Yun and Fairy Qingwan fight on Changbai Peak before, Fairy Qingwan used this kind of swordsmanship at the critical moment. It's just that this sword cultivator is much smoother and more natural than Fairy Qingwan now. No matter how the giant blade in the wolf clan's hand is swung, it can be easily driven away by the long sword, and then a light sword can turn the enemy into the master and force the wolf clan monk to become the master. You're at your wit's end.

"It's so strong! This is to envelop the ultimate sword intent to prevent any power from leaking out, and to create its own energy space of heaven and earth. This is the legendary "domain"?! Who is that person?"

"Who else could it be? With sword moves, it's like knowing everything to predict the enemy's opportunities, and also has the strength to firmly suppress the monks in the Xuanhai realm. There are only a handful of people like this in the Jingjiu Dynasty."

"You mean, the senior from Wanjuan Shushan?"

"Well. Apart from him, I can't think of anyone else with such strength."

"But shouldn't that senior be in charge of the Wuhu Central Army? Why did he appear here?"

Suddenly, there was an unremarkable sword stabbing straight in the distance, and the speed didn't seem to be fast, but it stabbed the wolf monk's chest so strangely, and he withdrew quickly, as if he had only scratched the opponent's skin. But the wolf cultivator stood still in a daze, the breath on his body dissipated quickly, and then he fell to the ground and became a corpse.