240: Chapter 240: [29th Army Broadsword Team Sword Technique] Fourth Update 240: Chapter 240: [29th Army Broadsword Team Sword Technique] Fourth Update The fourth watch!
Ye Chenfeng oddly discovered that the unique forces and the stance and sword-holding thods of these people were exactly the sa as those of the Japanese samurai who had attempted to ambush him that night; they must have co from the sa school.
“Kill!”
A row of Japanese samurai charged forward, their wooden footwear clattering crisply on the ground.
Ye Chenfeng extended his right hand in a Yang Palm technique, unsheathed his sword with his right, tilting the blade tip to the left, intentionally exposing his abdon to the enemy.
Two Japanese samurai saw the opportunity, their eyes lit up as they led the attack with their Tachi.
But Ye Chenfeng’s gaze hardened, and just as the two samurai’s Tachi aid to strike his exposed abdon, he subtly shifted his corners of the mouth to the back and horizontally placed his sword blade, firmly pinning down both Tachi.
As they were entangled, Ye Chenfeng suddenly twisted his body to the side, dodging their strikes, and the samurai’s bodies, carried by inertia, leaned forward.
It was at that mont that Ye Chenfeng roared, both hands wielding the sword diagonally slicing through the air, a burst of blood erupted, and the backs of the two samurai were viciously cut, nearly bisected at the waist.
A typical sword technique of the 29th Army’s Broadsword Team!
This dominant move was enough to deter many, killing two n with one strike.
“Hmm?
What sword technique is this?” Ouyang Qingcheng also expressed doubt from a distance.
“Bakaa!”
Perhaps inspired by Ye Chenfeng’s Heart of Slaughter, about ten Japanese samurai rushed forward with strange cries, their montum nearly overwhelming Ye Chenfeng like a flood.
“Tengu Ichiro has co to learn!”
At the sa ti, a crude Divine Land phrase resounded from a corner as a shadow suddenly darted out.
The figure was probably just over 1.5 ters tall and topped with a cloak, looking extrely ridiculous.
“Whoosh!”
What t Tengu Ichiro was the howling wind, a cold light flashed over his retina, and a gust of wind painfully scraped his cheek.
Tengu Ichiro did not expect Ye Chenfeng to attack without giving him a mont to breathe, prompting him to swiftly bend his body backward.
“Chila!”
But in the midst of the frenzied attack, Ye Chenfeng swung his long sword harshly in mid-air for a second ti, still striking Tengu Ichiro’s cheek and drawing a not so shallow cut.
“Hiss!”
Stabilizing himself, Tengu Ichiro touched the wound on his cheek and gasped in pain.
“You are very powe…”
He hadn’t finished his sentence when Ye Chenfeng aggressively moved forward again.
This ti, Ye Chenfeng continuously twisted his long sword creating a flurry of sword flowers, tightly woven and impenetrable.
Under such a fierce offensive, Tengu Ichiro soon found himself in a predicant, seemingly unable to parry.
His body staggered back continuously, and he didn’t even have the chance to draw the other long sword and several short swords at his waist.
“Chichi…”
The clothes on Tengu Ichiro were slashed ragged by Ye Chenfeng, with several cuts even reaching his skin.
“Bang Bang!”
Finally, two Japanese samurai waved their long swords in front of Ye Chenfeng, temporarily alleviating the crisis for Tengu Ichiro!
“Seeking death!”
Following a shout, Ye Chenfeng violently stomped the ground, then a leaping figure overwhelmingly surged forward.
Ye Chenfeng’s long sword swung down horizontally, enormously heavy, with the roar of thunder!
“Clang!”
A tallic clang loud enough to burst eardrums impacted everyone’s hearts!
The two samurai from Japan were shocked; Ye Chenfeng’s strength was imnse!
It was like the vast ocean!
The mont the two of them raised their tachi to block, an unprecedentedly huge force transmitted from above, instantly numbing their entire arms.
They lost sensation imdiately, and the tachis in their hands naturally fell out.
“Kill!”
“Hiss!”
Ye Chenfeng’s eyes had already turned sowhat crimson.
This resentnt had been accumulating in his chest for a long ti, and now he had found an outlet to express it—with an astonishingly divine-powered slash, though lacking in technique.
“Clang…”
Imdiately, two heads spewing mists of blood were flung, trailing a rain of blood in their wake.
“Those who block shall die!”
Ye Chenfeng had shouted this sa phrase three years ago, and the scene now overlapped with that past day.
Ye Chenfeng hadn’t expected to encounter these Japanese samurai, which not only invoked his mories but also stirred his Heart of Slaughter.
“Kill!”
Tengu Ichiro, having caught his breath, raised his sword and charged forward, followed closely by eight samurai behind him.
Ye Chenfeng’s gaze sharpened.
With a light shout, he moved as fast as lightning, attacking the approaching n without hesitation.
The lengthy sword in Ye Chenfeng’s hand appeared like lightning, a samurai felt a chill on his neck and realized the sharp longsword had grazed his skin.
Driven by the instinct to survive, he sohow mustered strength from nowhere, lifted his sword to block the fatal attack, and his body clumsily rolled out.
Kill!
Ye Chenfeng’s eyes had turned blood-red.
Although post-war trauma hadn’t erupted, his Heart of Slaughter had awakened, and without drawing blood, he could not stop.
Now, in Ye Chenfeng’s eyes, there was nothing else but the Japanese samurai rolling on the ground; his feet stomped on the ground, and his body leaped.
Ye Chenfeng’s longsword lunged forward in a stab.
The remaining Japanese samurai all broke out in cold sweat; Ye Chenfeng’s speed was simply too fast.
They exchanged looks and quickly rushed forward.
Ye Chenfeng moved as fast as lightning.
In a breath’s ti, he was in front of that samurai, his battle sword about to strike down.
“Kill!…”
At that mont, a group of Japanese samurai roared and rushed up from behind!
Just as Ye Chenfeng’s blade touched the unfortunate guy’s neck, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes, he straightened his long right leg explosively, harnessing the reclining force, Ye Chenfeng’s entire body swayed backward, his upper and lower body forming a ninety-degree angle—capturing everything behind in his sight, while his long sword spun around!
“Gurgle!
Gurgle!”
The sounds of two throats being pierced echoed as Ye Chenfeng’s spinning longsword instantly penetrated the throats of two Japanese samurai, blood gushing forth.
“Hiss!”
Ye Chenfeng abruptly swung his right leg, positioned at a ninety-degree angle, in a wide arc, pulling his body forward with the montum.
Just as he corrected his stance, Ye Chenfeng didn’t pause.
His sword in hand pierced the throat of the stunned samurai who had fallen on the ground.
“Gah!”
The remaining six, including Tengu Ichiro, were utterly shocked.
Ye Chenfeng was too formidable; in the blink of an eye, he had eliminated three masters.
They now realized the awe-inspiring abilities of Ye Chenfeng, who was not only agile but also had ticulous strategies.
Starting with the weakest, then drawing others in for support, and striking them during their assistance.
This tactic was used brilliantly, instantly killing three.
Ye Chenfeng had no intention of pausing.
His toes lightly tapped the ground, his body moved swiftly like lightning, bending while his long sword gently stabbed!
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