Chapter 1393:656 Melee (2)

He began to move his body quietly, guiding the warrior towards the corner of the field.

"Grandpa! This reverse war is really a mother's wife! If every battle is in this kind of battlefield, let alone ten consecutive victories, even if it is a hundred consecutive victories, the young master is sure!"

Ye Qinghan and the warriors of the Yundi tribe fought each other "fiercely". This warrior obviously practiced the law of the earth, and his defense was very strong. When Ye Qinghan's soft sword struck him, it felt like it had been cut on a piece of divine iron, and at most it could only pierce the warrior's armor. Of course, Ye Qinghan didn't want to kill him. If he wanted to kill him, Ye Qinghan could kill him instantly, but he still fought against this warrior with great difficulty and effort.

There were forty small captains from various tribes sitting outside, and Ye Qinghan reckoned that since he could become a small captain, at least all of them would be xxx. Moreover, there were five guardians of unknown strength sitting cross-legged on the red hillside. Ye Qinghan didn't know whether the battle at this moment was under the surveillance of these big men, so of course he couldn't show it too conspicuously at first. As for the later stage, there is no way to do it, if you don't show it conspicuously, you can only lie on the ground...

While fighting fiercely, Ye Qinghan began to observe the strong players in the field. The strength of the fighters in the arena is a bit messy, like Ye Qinghan, there are seven or eight fighters in the arena, but now except for Ye Qinghan, the rest are lying on the black and red soil. [

There are many peak warriors in the arena, and there are more than a dozen of them with extremely powerful attack power, just like falling in the air. Every time these people attack, a warrior can be seriously injured and fall to the ground, and even directly smash the opponent into pieces. The attack power is very terrifying. But for these ten people, Ye Qinghan didn't care so much, he cared about two people.

One is wearing a purple battle armor and is a member of the Thunder Emperor's tribe. This person was holding a blue wooden stick in his hand. He was extremely short, probably less than one meter four. But he was unusually eye-catching in the field. Because he never moved his body, standing in the field. A light blue shield was released on his body, allowing nearby warriors to attack him, and if someone slashed him, he would return a stick to others. The strange thing is that the martial artist next to him attacked his light blue shield, but it was like hitting water, not only the speed was greatly reduced. For fighters with low attack power, their weapons are still bounced off. But his cyan wooden stick can knock away the fighters who attacked him with a single blow, and his attack and defense are powerful and scary.

There is another person wearing a gray battle armor, belonging to the Yudi tribe, and his defense is also frighteningly strong. Even if the dozens of warriors with strong attack power in the field hit him, they would be knocked out at most. But he shook his head, continued to stand up, and was knocked out dozens of times, but he didn't have any injuries on his body. Like a Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death.

Half an hour later, Ye Qinghan was still fighting happily with the warrior from the Yundi tribe, but out of the hundreds of people in the field, there were only a few hundred warriors left, of course, the rest were all masters. As for the hundred monsters, they had already been chopped to pieces. More and more blood flowed on the ground, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger. Inevitably, Ye Qinghan's breathing became more and more rapid.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Ye Qinghan arched his back and growled slightly, but he kept telling himself in his mind to hold on for a while. The longer you persist, the greater your grasp will be. After all, the warriors here are different from those outside, and these warriors are all in a state of madness at the moment. He is not sure whether the evil spirit of the God-slaying Saber will have a great impact on them.

"Hold on... hold on... I can't hold on anymore!"

Ye Qinghan let out a low growl again, the soft sword in his hand fluttered, and slammed heavily on the opposite warrior's chest, forcing him back a few steps, then retracted the soft sword directly, and a black long knife appeared in his hand.