Chapter 324 The Crazy Scar

These two silver warriors are not comparable to the one just now. Both of them have cultivated step by step by virtue of their own abilities.

No matter how strong Scar was, he was only a silver warrior, and he didn't dare to be careless in the face of two silver warriors with solid foundations at the same time.

Two silver warriors, one with a spear and the other with a broadsword, the other is flexible and has tricky angles, like a poisonous snake that vomits letters, choosing to eat people. A mighty tiger, like a tiger descending a mountain, is unstoppable.

The two of them obviously spent a lot of time together, and they cooperated very well with each other. Scar had to be tired of defending, the number of attacks was greatly reduced, and he even felt like being led by the two. If it goes on like this, the longer the time, the more unfavorable it will be for Scar, he can't exert his full strength, but the other party's cooperation will become more and more tacit.

Scar saw the right opportunity, feinted, jumped out of the battle circle, took a few steps back, and confronted the two silver warriors.

The two silver warriors have continued to maintain an active offensive posture, and their consumption is naturally much higher than that of Scar. However, the consumption of the scar is not small. After all, facing two strong men who cooperate tacitly and are not much different from his own strength at the same time, not going all out is tantamount to courting death.

Even so, he suffered some minor injuries, the clothes on his chest were cut by a machete, and he was almost disembowelled. The arm was cut by the spear, and the blood stained the sleeve red. But the two silver warriors didn't suffer any damage, they just consumed more grudge.

All three of them were panting heavily, trying to take advantage of this time to recover their strength. Seeing the tragic situation of the juniors, Scar opened his eyes wide with anger, and his eyes began to turn red little by little. He was merciful, but the members of the Poison Sect were not merciful. He saw with his own eyes that a junior who was a senior fighter had his leg cut off by a member of the Poison Sect, rolling on the ground in pain.

"You forced me to do this!" Scar closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Naturally, the two silver warriors would not miss this opportunity and flew up. The tip of the spear turned into countless phantoms, covering the scar. The silver warrior wielding a broadsword did not walk side by side with the silver warrior wielding a gun, but was one position behind, holding the broadsword in his hand high.

The cooperation between the two is perfect, the spear is responsible for attracting and disrupting, and the big knife is responsible for giving Scar a fatal blow.

The shadows of guns all over the sky were about to touch Scar's body, and the tiger-headed sword and spear in Scar's hand kept clashing together. The spear didn't touch the tiger's head sword head-on, but stabbed at the scar behind the tiger's head sword from various strange angles, and under the cover of the spear, the sword also slashed down towards the scar.

Unexpectedly, Dao Scar didn't retreat, but rushed forward facing the big knife. There was a gleam of joy in the eyes of the silver warrior holding the big knife, as if he had seen the scar being cut in half by his own big knife.

The shadows of guns all over the sky suddenly turned back into a long spear, and the silver fighting spirit was all over the spear, stabbing towards Scar's chest like lightning. If he was stabbed this time, it would not be easy even if he was wearing heavy armor, not to mention that the scar was only in civilian clothes.

At this time, if Scar chooses to take the blow with the tiger head sword, the big knife on his head will split him in half without hesitation. If you choose to dodge, you may be caught in the continuous attack of the spear, and the big knife will take the opportunity to chop down.

To everyone's surprise, Scar didn't connect the spear and the big knife above his head, but rushed towards the spear instead.

The Silver Warrior's spear stabbed directly at Scar's chest, and Scar's footsteps suddenly flashed rapidly. If the tip of the spear continued to go straight, it would pass through Scar's side without causing any damage to Scar.

Everything happened very quickly, the silver soldier with the gun only had time to turn the spear, and the tip of the spear turned from vertical to horizontal. He heard the sound of the spear head sliding over the bone.

The silver warrior leaps high,

The big knife slashed down fiercely with a strong wind, and the two big knives did not make a harsh friction sound when they hit each other, but a crisp sound of squeak.

It turned out that Scar actually used the force of the spear stab to advance at a high speed, and suddenly his upper body lay on his back on the ground, his lower body continued to slide forward due to inertia, and at the same time he raised the tiger-headed sword horizontally above his head. Finally, with the help of the downward slashing force of the silver warrior's broadsword, he accelerated his slide on the ground and passed under the body of the silver warrior holding the knife.

The silver warrior with the spear had already rushed out far away, while the body of the silver warrior with the knife was still in mid-air, just when the old power was gone and the new power was not born.

Scar had already slid behind him, slapped his left palm on the ground, and the whole person bounced off the ground, holding the tiger-headed sword tightly with both hands, and slashed across the waist of the silver warrior holding the knife.

The silver warrior in the air wanted to turn back and block with his sword, but he was in the air and had nowhere to use his strength. It was not easy to swing the sword, and everything happened in the flash of lightning, so there was no time left for him to swing the sword. He looked at the tiger-headed sword across his waist, splitting himself in two.

"Ah!" The silver warrior who was cut in half wailed in pain. After being cut into two pieces, ordinary people would not die immediately, let alone a silver warrior with tenacious vitality.

The blood and internal organs of the silver warrior who had been cut in half fell from the sky like rain, and a large part of it fell on the silver warrior who used the spear.

The silver warrior who had been cut in half screamed on the ground, supported his upper body with his hands, and crawled on the ground, trying to grab his lower body. The scene was as bloody as Shura's hell.

Everyone from Lu Lianggong's side or from the Poison Sect was stunned. The lively Lu's residence suddenly fell silent, leaving only the screams of the silver warrior who had been cut in half. Even Lu Lianggong's disciples who had broken arms and legs stopped screaming and stared at the silver warrior in astonishment.

Dao Scar didn't stop at all because of the silver soldier's tragedy. Instead, under the eyes of everyone, he walked towards the silver soldier who had been cut in half, raised the tiger-headed sword, and chopped off the silver soldier's head with one blow. his pain.

After cutting off the silver warrior's head, Scar didn't stop, and strode towards the silver warrior who used the spear just now with the tiger's head sword in his hand.

The silver warrior who used the long spear was covered in blood, and even hung the intestines of the warrior who had been cut in half. When he saw Scar coming towards him with red eyes, he dropped the spear tremblingly, so frightened that he put his head in his hands and howled in pain, wanting to run away.

Naturally, Scar would not give him a chance, so he rushed forward, holding the tiger-headed sword high.

"Bastard, stop!" Bai Zeming shouted angrily, and rushed towards Scar.

Scar was already crazy at this moment, he didn't care who shouted to stop, and fiercely chopped the silver warrior to the ground.

At the same time that Scar made a move, Bai Zeming also took out his own weapon from the interspatial ring - the horned dragon stick, and the horned dragon stick came out of his hand and ran directly towards the back of Scar.

Seeing that the horned dragon stick was getting closer and closer to Scar, and Scar had just hacked to death the silver warrior, his mind seemed a little unclear, and he didn't know how to return to defense or dodge. If this hit hit, Scar would definitely turn into a corpse too.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Scar, and the wooden stick in the figure's hand collided with the horned dragon stick.

The wooden stick is only made of larch, although it is strong, it is not comparable to the material of the horned dragon stick, and the golden warrior's full blow is not something that ordinary people can resist.

The wooden stick split directly from the center, and the horned dragon stick didn't seem to be hindered by anything, and the speed didn't even slow down. It first hit the figure's hand with the stick, and then brought his hand straight to the figure's chest.

The figure's chest collapsed at that moment, and a mouthful of blood spewed out from its mouth. The blood was mixed with fragments of internal organs. It didn't make a sound, and it died at that time.

Under the impact of the horned dragon stick, the corpse slammed straight into Scar's back, and Scar was directly knocked to the ground. After the horned dragon stick hit the target, it flew back and returned to Bai Zeming's hands.

Scar quickly got up from the ground and shook his head, obviously because the figure saved his life, he was not injured.

"Old Six..." Liu Zhengde cried out in pain after seeing the figure clearly. It turned out that the figure was his sixth junior brother, a black iron soldier. Although the sixth junior brother's skills are average, he is simple and honest, very shy, and will blush when talking to anyone. No one thought that he was willing to sacrifice his life to protect Scar at this moment.

After Scar got up, he glanced at the corpse of the sixth child on the ground with puzzled eyes, and his pupils shrank slightly in his blood-red eyes. Scar raised his head, looked at Bai Zeming, and let out a low growl like a monster from his throat.

Holding the horned dragon stick, Bai Zeming took a step forward, looking at Scar with contempt and coldness in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

In such a short period of a few minutes, Bai Zeming had already lost three silver fighters, two died during the term, and one lost his fighting power in a short period of time, all of which made him very annoyed. Although the Silver Warrior was nothing to him, he was his confidant after all, and if he died, there would be one less.

I don't know whether it was Bai Zeming's action or his eyes that stimulated Scar, Scar roared angrily, and rushed forward brandishing the tiger-headed sword.

Liu Zhengde saw Dao Scar rushing forward, but he couldn't do anything to stop him. The one fighting him was also a silver warrior, Liu Zhengde was not good at fighting, and the people from the Poison Sect became more aggressive because of the death of the two silver warriors.

Now Liu Zhengde is only capable of parrying, and has no power to fight back, let alone block, he doesn't even have time to distract himself and shout...