Chapter 935 Retreat? Where to Retreat!

After a delay, when everyone reached a consensus and rushed into the smoke on the river, Tang En was naturally nowhere to be seen again.

But this was also expected. Then, just as Wen Silin had just suggested, the nine people were divided into three teams, separated by a distance that each other could perceive, and the finished glyphs spread out to search.

One team is temporarily led by Haita, the other is temporarily led by Wen Silin, and the last team is temporarily led by the grey-haired old priest just now... This is of course not distributed based on strength. If this is the case, Haita and Wen Silin will still be temporarily led. Not qualified. But because they were familiar with Tang En, and because his identity as a disciple of the Sword God was there, the royal family members were naturally convinced.

"Tang En? Is it really because we have lived in the royal court of the capital for a long time and have never moved around that we have never heard of such a troublesome strong man among the Bran warriors?" Looking around in the misty rain, the gray-haired old priest frowned slightly and whispered asked.

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it either. It seemed like it suddenly appeared out of nowhere... If I hadn't seen him make a sudden attack with my own eyes just now, I still wouldn't believe it..."

"Yes, you are too young! How do you practice..."

After living to this age, the things I see and hear are basically no longer surprising. But Tang En's appearance still overturned the understanding of the three royal families. This really makes no sense. No matter how they imagine, they can't match Tang En's age with his shocking strength. You must know that after more than a hundred years of hard training, this is the level of strength they have achieved...

Of course, I am still shocked. The actual example just now is right in front of me. Although the three royal enshrinements are still a little unbelievable, there is no ambiguity in the vigilance attitude that should be done, as well as the fighting spirit armor that was put on in advance.

This is the combat state of a true master. There is nothing we can do if we are not strong enough. But he lost his life due to his carelessness. Still rare. Not to mention them, even Wooding solemnly carried a sword when he went into battle, and did not do any gimmicks of having no sword in his hand but a sword in his heart...

"By the way, Wen Silin said that Tang En's combat style...close combat? Like an assassin?"

"Judging from the surprise attack just now, uh, that should be the case."

"The strength of the mid-level Kong level, the close combat style of an assassin... This is really not an ordinary Kong level warrior..."

At this point, the three royal ministers looked at each other. The corners of his mouth were slightly twitching, somewhat absurd and speechless.

He can fly in the air and mobilize the fighting spirit elements between heaven and earth. Who wants to engage in hand-to-hand combat? Of course, Tang En is not only playing now, but also playing well. He has truly found his own martial arts. Just now, under their noses, he killed a strong man who had reached the empty level threshold in a single meeting... This is where the three well-informed royals are truly speechless!

"In short. No matter what, it's best to be careful. I believe that with the ten of us... there are so many air-level warriors gathered here. As long as we are prepared not to be attacked and assassinated by surprise, and we can kill with one blow like just now, there won't be much of a problem." Take a deep breath. After taking a breath, the white-haired old priest looked around the river and nodded slightly, "Fortunately, the terrain here is not complicated, and the assassin's methods cannot be used here..."

The terrain here is not only not complex, it is simply ridiculously simple. Except for some hazy mist, the rest is the unobstructed river surface and the endless sky. Not to mention a hidden place to hide, there is no obstacle that can block the view.

This kind of terrain is indeed not suitable for assassination, but in general, people still have to be divided... Before the white-haired old priest could finish his words, a faint sarcastic voice suddenly sounded clearly behind him, "Really?"

After a pause, he shouted in warning, "Be careful--" Dou Mang was furious. A royal minister beside him looked at Tang En who suddenly appeared like a ghost. His eyes widened for a moment, and he cut off his head with a hand knife without thinking.

He ducked and slid to avoid the sword light easily. He ducked again, and the Dou Mang sword thrust from the other side was also avoided. Then with a faint blood-colored dagger shadow, it instantly cut into the middle of the three people. Tang En suddenly appeared like a tiger among sheep. He didn't need to worry about the terrain, obstacles and other assistance at all. Relying on his speed and movement skills, he easily achieved the prerequisites for close combat.

The old white-haired priest was shocked when he managed to get close. Fortunately, the fighting spirit armor that he had carefully propped up earlier saved his life. He subconsciously lowered his head and rushed forward. The dark dagger that was aimed at his neck was blocked by the fighting spirit armor. He was able to penetrate successfully, so he slashed his shoulder with a slant, and blood suddenly appeared.

"Death!" The white-haired old priest, who had just recovered from the shock, suddenly roared angrily, turned around, and clasped his hands into claws, like a goshawk swooping down. He just grabbed it, hissed, and instantly locked in front of him. Space, violently crushed!

But it's a pity that this powerful claw only crushed the raindrops in the sky. Tang En, who failed to succeed in a single blow, had already ducked to the royal altar where he was first spotted. The shadows of bloody daggers were mixed with the rushing rain. In just a short moment, they drowned the resistance of the slashing sword light, as well as A voiceless exclamation suddenly sounded.

Familiar rhythm, attack, defense, attack, attack, attack... expected attack effects, wrists, shoulders and arms, body, lower abdomen...

The dazzling dagger shadows always appear in the most appropriate place at the most appropriate time, and then seize every fleeting opportunity to fall accurately on the fighting spirit armor enshrined by the royal family who has no defense left. , splashing sporadic light, like metal fragments of physical armor, and blood flying from time to time...

"Close... close combat..."

It was only at this time that the three royal ministers truly understood what Wen Silin meant when he said, 'The other party is particularly good at close combat'.

quick! Too fast! They were not allowed any time to react or intervene. What they are good at is mobilizing large-scale fighting spirit elements to create earth-shaking power, but they cannot be used at all in the current high-frequency battles... Because the target cannot be locked, how can it be used?

And if you forcibly cover it with a big move, in such a narrow space, not only will you cause self-injury, but you will definitely injure one of your own who is fighting Tang En by accident!

Feeling aggrieved, depressed, confused...what should I do?

The actual situation did not allow the two royal ministers who were watching the battle to think more. If they did not want to watch their companions being suppressed to death again, they could only choose to take action.

"Hold him!"

He is indeed a strong man who has experienced hundreds of battles. Weigh it a bit. The white-haired old worshiper decisively gave up the idea of ​​using his ultimate move to cover indiscriminately. He restrained his fighting spirit, summoned another worshiper to help in the battle, and took over the companion whose outer fighting spirit armor was already on the verge of being broken.

This move is only for self-protection. They are not good at close combat, but it is not a big problem to guard the vital points and save the lives of themselves and their companions. This is actually a good tactic. Protect yourself first, then surround and drag the opponent down. When the other two teams of companions arrived, Tang En had no way to escape.

I have to say, this is a good idea. But in actual practice, it means thinking too much...

Before they could finish the battle, a loud laugh broke out, and the royal priest who was struggling to support felt the pressure suddenly lessen. He was stunned for a moment, his whip legs were like electricity, and his lower abdomen suddenly felt severe pain, and he groaned. He bowed and flew away quickly like a prawn, smashing towards the rescuer on the right.

The encirclement has not yet taken shape. Already broken. Taking advantage of his strength, Tang En retreated and floated towards the place where the white-haired old man was worshiping. The latter was naturally overjoyed when he saw this, and without even thinking about it, he grabbed hold of the void like wind and rain, and thunder boomed.

Another short catch!

Just twisting and swinging on the spot, his body suddenly accelerated like the wind. Tang En easily avoided the attack and passed the white-haired old priest head-on. He glanced at it, raised the corner of his mouth, and chuckled with undisguised mockery.

"hehe……"

The figures intertwined, turned sharply down, and disappeared into the river with a pop.

"Ah -" The white-haired old priest had never been so insulted before. Thinking of Tang En's contemptuous expression and smile just now, he suddenly became furious, leaned down and rushed down, waving his hands continuously, hitting Tang En with a series of green eagle's giant claws and disappearing. place,

Boom...boom...boom...

"Come out—come out! If you have the ability, come out and confront me—"

Huge waves rolled and water splashed into the sky. Amidst the roaring and roaring sounds, the surface of this water area seemed to be dented directly by these overbearing giant claws. The terrifying tyranny of air-level warriors can be seen from this.

But it is a pity that no matter how powerful it is, apart from getting yourself wet with splashes of water, it is of no use if it cannot hit the target.

"Pfft... cough cough... cough cough..."

Seeing the white-haired old priest going berserk and crazy below, the other two royal priests also looked extremely ugly. The difference is that one person was worshiped because of his physical condition, that is, the one who was almost knocked unconscious by Tang En just now. After regaining his breath, he suddenly spit out blood mist and coughed violently. His trembling body was covered in scars, and although they were not fatal, the blood flowing was enough to make his face frighteningly pale. As for the other one, it is purely psychological and emotional reasons...

Three air-level experts gathered together, so it was fine that they failed to kill each other, but the key was that they couldn't even gain the upper hand in the process, and one of them was injured in the end. The other party can come when they want, fight when they want, and leave when they want... Think about it, the royal ministers themselves want to despise themselves...

"With this speed and movement... what should I do next?"

When the mood of being teased and scorned calmed down a little, and his mind returned to clarity, the problems that came to mind became practical. In other words, it is still a ridiculous problem that seems to be practical - after all, the air-level experts don't know how to fight, so the problem itself is more like a joke.

But this is the reality now. Although the confrontation just now was very short, not even a minute before and after, the problems exposed here are still very obvious.

It's not that he lacks strength, it's that he has strength but can't use it.

If he completely let go of his hands and feet and enlarged his moves, with Tang En's close combat style, he would definitely accidentally injure one of his own people. If he restrains his strength and narrows the attack range, with Tang En's speed and movement, he may not even be able to touch the corners of the opponent's clothes...

If you can't open or close it at all, and it's not precise and delicate enough, how the hell can you fight like this?

"Where's Tang En?" Just when the royal minister was extremely confused, teams from the left and right sides of Haita and Wen Silin arrived at the same time, asking questions from a distance. Then he probably saw the worshiper who was leaning over to help him. Haita frowned and asked again, "Injured? So soon... Didn't I remind you to be careful about his close combat..."

There is no need to think about it. Except for Wooding and Bamutu, the only person in the world who can injure an air-level expert in such a short time is Tang En's weird and perverted close combat ability. Without even asking, Haita himself could think of the battle scene just now...

"Run away, dived into the water..." The unharmed royal minister pointed to the river below, looking somewhat embarrassed. I have to admit that when Wen Silin reminded Tang En about his abnormal close combat ability, although they didn't take it seriously, they didn't take it seriously to that extent. This is normal. After all, I haven't experienced it personally, so I can't say I'm afraid of it... But... close combat? !

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind, and the royal family opened his mouth to say something more. His body suddenly shook violently, and he swooped down in an instant, shouting loudly: "River surface—quick! Leave the river surface—"

Below was naturally the white-haired old priest who was constantly bombarding the river. Because of Tang En's contemptuous smile when he left, although Tang En chased him angrily and did not enter the river, he was already very close to the river. Already...

"What?" The white-haired old priest stopped his hand and raised his head subconsciously upon hearing the sound, his face full of confusion. The next moment, through the raindrops in the river, I saw the expression of my companion who was swooping down crazily suddenly changed. He stared and opened his mouth.

"retreat--"

"Where to retreat?" A faintly familiar voice sounded from behind again. Before the white-haired old priest could react, his feet suddenly sank. He lowered his head in shock and saw Tang En, who was all wet and disheveled like a water ghost, clutching his legs and feet. , grinned brightly, with two rows of sharp teeth, "Come down."

Wow... it fell straight into the river, with water splashing everywhere. Immediately afterwards, a sharp sword light cut through the air and whizzed past, but it only chopped up some raindrops in the river and fell into the air.

"Damn it!" The royal family came a step late, grabbed the sword and shot it, turned around quickly and looked around. Just leave for a little while, just leave such a small distance! It was obviously not an opportunity, but it was seized by the other party in an instant, and it expanded into the current crisis of life and death——

As he breathed, the river surface dozens of feet away suddenly exploded, "Help - ah -" Amidst the splashing water, the white-haired old priest with an indescribable look of horror on his face just jumped out of the river surface, and before he could even send out a complete cry for help, suddenly It turned into screams again. A pitch-black dagger emerged from the water and plunged straight into his back. Then an arm, like the tentacles of a deep-sea monster octopus, grabbed the shoulder from behind, and in an instant, the old white-haired priest, who was half out of the river, was forcefully pulled down. Wow, the blood was rolling...

"Help!" Before he had time to say hello to the approaching Haita, Wen Silin and others, the royal priest he was chasing let out a long roar and crashed into the rolling blood with his sword and disappeared.

"Wait..." Wen Silin, who came in a hurry, opened his mouth to speak, but when he saw the worshiper chasing him into the water, he could only shake his head and stop, frowning.

Underwater is no better than in the air. Even if you are as strong as an air-level warrior, you will still have many inconveniences in turbid water. The most obvious point is vision. Not only is the naked eye unable to penetrate the turbid river water, the most important thing is that the range of perception will be limited and interfered underwater, which is not conducive to encirclement and suppression.

But now two members of the royal family have entered the water, and one is in critical condition. What else could Wen Silin say? Even though he had seen the situation before and after, he had already vaguely realized that the reason why the white-haired old priest was able to come out of the water just now was probably because Tang En did it deliberately, in order to lead them into the water...

Sure enough, "Quick! Everyone spread out in all directions at a distance of a hundred feet!" Pointing to the place where the bloody water was rolling, Haita waved his hand and said urgently, "After entering the water, search for the middle and move closer... Be careful, we must surround him here!"

…………(To be continued...)