1388th He Does Not Surrender

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Holding the green leaflet in his hand, the young swordsman of Heavenly Sword Sect could understand every word on it.

It was a request to surrender, and there were some guarantees. Humane treatment is guaranteed to the first ten people who surrender. There are some simple explanations for this humane treatment.

At least you don't have to worry about being beaten, forced confessions, and you can get food... For those who have been under fire for half an hour, this is definitely a huge temptation.

But looking at the scene that made him feel extremely humiliated, he couldn't make up his mind for a while to do such a shameful action.

Raising his hands high, holding his flying sword with both hands... and kneeling on the ground... This is simply a kind of humiliation, a ruthless trampling on his honor.

A soldier can be killed but not humiliated! This is a sentence that came to his mind. It's a pity that whether it's killing or humiliating, it's not the way out he wants to choose.

Maybe running away is the best way, he thought weakly. Glancing at the fellow disciple who was adjusting his breath in the same bomb crater, this swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect had the idea of ​​running away for the first time.

"Tuttuk!" A row of bullets hit the crater where he was hiding, and the swordsman had to lower his head again.

A puppet suddenly appeared beside the crater, raised its weapon, and aimed at the swordsman below the crater. The swordsman who saw the enemy would not sit still. With a wave of his palm, the flying sword around him went from bottom to top, piercing through the puppet's head.

Before the first puppet fell down, the second puppet had already exposed its head. This puppet fired directly, and the bullets had already poured to the bottom of the crater.

The flying sword next to the swordsman who was adjusting his breath blocked a flying bullet, and the swordsman who was ready to escape was hit by the pouring bullets because the flying sword was not by his side.

With a scream, he clutched his stomach and fell down. The bullet pierced his stomach, severed his intestines, and made blood stain his clothes red all at once.

The swordsman who had exhausted his aura just now finally finished adjusting his breath and opened his eyes. He saw his companion fall down screaming, and saw another puppet aiming at his head.

He only heard him yell, and the flying sword beside him let out a whistling sound, directly piercing through the head of the second puppet.

Before he could rejoice that he had escaped, he found that his flying sword collided with another ancient sword that flew over.

For a moment, metal and iron clashed, and the swordsman was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether he was dreaming or really encountered such a strange thing.

The opponent... actually has a swordsman? His mind was full of doubts, and then he jumped out of the crater and stood in front of his opponent.

The moment he saw the other party, he understood. Because it was his familiar black clothes, that was his familiar attire.

"Ha! Unexpected! Unexpected! It turns out that you rebels have found helpers!" The swordsman stood with his hands behind his back, and the flying sword in front of him rushed forward, entangled with the opponent's flying sword.

It was as if two rolling chainsaws were colliding with each other, with harsh sounds and sparks flying everywhere.

This is the first time that the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire have seen the battle between swordsmen with their own eyes. It is a kind of contest that includes extremely handsome art.

However, in the eyes of these soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire, such a handsome battle has no reference value.

In the experience of these soldiers, putting your head down in the dirt, hiding your body in a corner, wearing the heaviest armor, and using the most despicable weapons is what fighting should be like.

When killing an enemy, don't go after what is handsome or not. Even if you use your teeth, as long as you can tear a piece of meat from the enemy, you should bite it without hesitation, swallowing the blood and broken bones together That's right.

"Surrender! You have no way out!" The old swordsman of Jiuyou Sect controlled his flying sword,

Shouted loudly.

If two people compete fairly, he may not be the opponent of the young swordsman on the opposite side. After all, there is still a gap in talent between the two, and the masters built by the Heavenly Sword God Sect with natural materials and treasures are naturally better than those who lack food and clothing. The old swordsman is stronger.

However, because the young swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect had consumed a lot of aura before, it seemed like a one-on-one fair fight at this moment, but obviously the young swordsmen still had to beware of cold guns that might come from around them, so they had to Fight without distraction.

Under such circumstances, the young swordsman gradually lost the wind, and he could only be forced to defend, using his flying sword to block the old swordsman's flying sword, so as to keep himself from losing in a short time.

Now, all he can think about is that his colleagues around him will come to help him, support him, so that he can get out of the battle and take a rest.

He didn't want to rest all the time, but ever since he joined the battle, his aura absorption and recovery speed had never been enough. He who has not been able to participate in the battle at full strength will naturally feel very aggrieved.

"Shut up! Rebellion! If you hadn't betrayed the sect and caused trouble everywhere, how could we have the humiliation we have today?!" The white-clothed swordsman was full of anger, shouted loudly, turned from defense to offense, and started a sharp counterattack .

His flying sword sped up suddenly, and even pushed back the flying sword controlled by the old swordsman of Jiuyou Sect by several feet. The old swordsman's complexion changed drastically, and he stepped back quickly to avoid the opponent's sharp edge.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was already in such a state of embarrassment, and he still had the strength to repel his flying sword. The old swordsman secretly sighed in his heart, lamenting the strength of the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

However, the young swordsman was at the end of his strength at this moment. Although he forced the opponent back, his spiritual energy was about to run out again. At this time, what he was more afraid of was obviously the enemy with the weapon behind the old swordsman.

"Fight me one-on-one if you have the ability! Death by your hand is better than death by these people!" The young swordsman was about to pull his old enemy back, so he turned to the old swordsman of the Nine Serenities Sect. yelled.

"Actually... I'm just here to persuade you to surrender..." The so-called old Jianghu old Jianghu, old swordsmen are old and skilled, and naturally they will not be easily fooled. He has passed the impulsive age, and it is still too exciting for him to single out such a thing.

So he took a step back, gave up his position, and said to the special forces behind him: "He won't surrender... I will leave the rest to you!"