So, the defenders threw away the unbearable muskets in their hands, pulled out the sword at their waists, and prepared to force Ajun to retreat with their best hand-to-hand combat.

In an instant, swords and shadows danced everywhere in the battlefield.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Somewhere, a defender slashed his opponent's neck with eight pairs of force.

This attack was very beautiful. The blade crossed the air and swept across the opponent's body obediently, cutting from the left shoulder to the right abdomen.

This blow is enough to kill people. Even if they are not dead, the huge pain is enough to cause people to lose their ability to move.

However... however! The man neither died nor fell!

His body shook a few times, then he took a stance!

The blood was pouring out, revealing the bones, but they stood still... This scene made the defender who was wielding the knife shocked and kept screaming:

"What?"

Because he had sufficient confidence in his attack just now, he did not act like a broken heart and his body still maintained the posture of extinction of his old strength.

The other party, who was damn but not dead, took a look at this flaw, shouted softly, stood up, and pierced the defender's chest with the bayonet at the tip of the gun.

Similar scenes also happen in other parts of the battlefield... This is not an isolated case, but widely occurring everywhere in the battlefield!

Punching the chest, cutting the belly, and cutting the chest... It was obviously a fatal injury that could kill people, but it could not kill the opponent!

Those bloody soldiers and bruised soldiers of Ajun were like evil ghosts coming from hell! They dragged their broken bodies to continue fighting!

"Hey! Be careful! Some guys can't die at all!"

"I can't die? What a joke!"

"It's true! I've pierced my chest, but I can continue to fight!"

"Cut their heads! As long as they are cut off, they will still die!"

"And their hearts! Thorn their hearts!"

The well-equipped A-jun, the three warships with fierce artillery fire... All the above are tolerated by the defenders, after all, they are all within an understandable range.

But this "unable enemy" is completely unacceptable to them!

In this era, everyone generally believed in monsters and monsters.

So, in this fear, I don’t know who shouted like this:

"He, they are not humans!"

This sentence is like a spell - a spell that causes the morale of the defenders to collapse!

"It's a magic! They must have used magic!"

"Xiaoyi has always been good at evil arts!"

"How could this be possible to beat it...!"

Soon, the first deserter appeared.

With the first one, there was a second imitator immediately.

Next is the third, fourth, tenth, and hundredth... The chain reaction has already formed, and even those who are willing to fight again have lost their composure.

In the blink of an eye, the defense line collapsed.

"Have people been defeated!Have people been defeated! Don't let them go! Kill them all!!" (Ainu words)

The morale of the defenders seemed to have shifted to Ajun.

One side is full of thoughts, and the other side is full of fighting spirit.

One side flees in a hurry, the other side pursues the victory.

The battle between the two sides turned into a unilateral massacre of the defenders by the Afghan army...

In fact, if someone observes carefully, he will find that all the soldiers who have suffered fatal injuries and have not died have collapsed to the ground during the pursuit.

They were like robots that exhausted their energy. After falling to the ground, they remained motionless, and their breath was dissipated. The purple-black sticky blood flowed out of their seven orifices... The death was extremely terrifying.

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...

On the sea south of Wulingguo—

The largest warship in the center is the flagship of these three warships.

Marel de Orleans stood on the side of the flagship, carrying his hands on his back, expressionless.

Looking at the Wulingguo who was about to fall, he had always been serious and bent his mouth and showed a hideous smile.

...

...

The private dojo of Qinjinfan, Otsu, Okinawa, Qingdeng—

“…”

Qingdeng stood alone in the center of the dojo, holding Vairocana in a middle posture, closing his eyes, motionless like a petrification.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and then waved Vairocana in simple and fierce movements.

If there are bystanders who are well versed in martial arts here, they will definitely be amazed by Qingdeng's sword skills.

It looks nothing special, but it contains extraordinary speed and destructive power!

If someone familiar with Qingdeng, he would be amazed that Qingdeng's strength had improved again. In just a few months, his sword skills became more restrained and profound!

However, after dancing the knife, Qingdeng frowned and looked at the knife in his hand with regret.

"No... or not..."

The showdown with Okata was 3 months ago.

Thanks to the blessing of his talent "unforgettable" he still remembers every scene and every detail of the time.

Since the showdown ended, whenever he had free time, he would go to the dojo and try to reappear his state at that time. The sword technique at that time - the sword technique that was enough to threaten the "Eternal Sword Saint"!

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he could not let the "transparent realm" that was like God's help come to him again.

Although he imitated the postures, movements, and ways of exerting force at that time, he only learned the surface, but did not learn the true essence.

——Forget it, it’s useless to be anxious, take it slowly.

Qingdeng breathed a sigh of relief and relieved his anxious emotions.

Xu Fang's teaching - let it be natural, and when the opportunity comes, he will naturally be able to control the "transparent realm" - he still hears it.

Qingdeng put away Vairocana, changed his clothes, and left the temple.

He did not return to the office directly, but took a detour and headed to the bedroom of the General Office.

He walked through the corridors and arrived at the depths of the Orange Mansion, and pushed open the familiar door - the Chief Secretary lay on the bed, sleeping like a sleeping beauty.

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