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There was a heavy price to pay for using sword fighting techniques that were beyond his level. Chu Yunsheng might look powerful now, but in fact, he was not.
The black-ridged red-shelled insect's form was too low, and the number was not enough. After fusing with his life force, it was already the limit for him to break through to Yuan Tian Stage Three. It was extremely difficult to break through every stage of Yuan Tian Stage Three. Eight hundred Mins only pushed him from the middle stage to the peak stage.
The burden that his body had to bear was far beyond the limit that his body could bear. It was even more dangerous than using the first sword fighting technique. It was already lucky that his body did not explode on the spot. Of course, it also had something to do with the special characteristics of the insect's body. Their "cells" were far tougher than human's. The reason why Chu Yunsheng dared to use the second sword fighting technique was because he had considered this point.
As a result, he was not in a good mood. Not only was he in a bad mood, it could be said that he was extremely uncomfortable. He was relying on a single breath to keep his body, which was wrapped in the purple armor, from collapsing. If someone dared to carefully observe the fingers that carried the sword on his back, they would definitely be shocked to find that they were trembling slightly, as if they were rebounding.
Unfortunately, there was no such person. In the area where the sword roared, there was almost no grass left. All the places that were attacked by the sword roar were destroyed!
He really was like a demon from hell, walking out from a place filled with corpses and rivers of blood. The sword was still roaring above his head, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, displaying its divine might. Under such circumstances, who would dare to approach him? Not to mention to observe carefully.
When he walked to the periphery of the pile of corpses, the surviving soldiers who were still in a state of panic and even mutiny all retreated. Every time he took a step forward, the soldiers took two steps back; every time he took two steps forward, the soldiers took four steps back …
Retreat, retreat, and retreat again. Following the cold wind on the street, the whole army silently retreated in an orderly manner, just because in front of them, there was a man who was covered in blood.
When they had nowhere to retreat and were all crowded together, the mutinous soldiers dropped their guns to show that they had no intention of resisting. They carefully moved to the side of the street. As for the soldiers who were still holding onto their guns, or those who were so nervous that they had forgotten that they still had guns in their hands, some of them stood rooted to the ground, and some of them were so nervous that they pointed their guns at the man with the sword. They didn't even know what they were doing. It was just an instinctive reaction under the influence of fear. There were even some people who were stimulated by the momentum of the sword whistle that instantly flattened the world. They took out their guns and put them to their mouths, ready to commit suicide …
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. A low-ranking officer who had been in a peaceful era for a long time finally could not bear the shock of seeing rivers of blood flowing everywhere. He could not bear the psychological pressure of the lonely man walking over step by step like a mountain. He broke down, went crazy, and committed suicide!
This gunshot was like a stone breaking the tranquility of a lake, breaking the nerves of the surviving soldiers who were already extremely tense. The gunshots sounded like frying beans.
Bang! Bang! Bang! …
He didn't know how many shots were fired, and he didn't know who fired at whom. After a burst of sword light flashed by, it became quiet again. Only the clear sound of the sword being returned to its scabbard echoed.
Some people were shot, and they instantly fainted under the severe pain, but they did not die. After a while, they crawled on the ground, holding their bloody wounds and screaming in pain. Some people fell to the ground, biting the muzzle of the gun, and there was a big hole in the back of their heads. Blood mixed with brain matter gushed out and spread along the cold ground … But no one dared to move again. Even when the devil-like man walked past them, they did not dare to move.
Chu Yunsheng, who was alone, still continued to walk forward, walking among the surviving soldiers who were like stone statues. His speed was not faster than before, nor was it slower than before. He was still walking like a mountain.
Behind him, there was a glimmer of light particles. That was the residue of a part of the body of the red-shelled insect after it broke through Yuan Tian stage three. At this moment, in the eyes of the soldiers, it seemed so dazzling and mysterious.
The short street was less than two hundred meters long. In just a minute or two, the soldiers felt like they were in purgatory. They anxiously looked forward to Chu Yunsheng walking past them as soon as possible, but they did not know that Chu Yunsheng was also in purgatory.
He couldn't open his mouth to speak. As long as he opened his mouth, the dirty blood that was suppressed in his throat would shoot out like an arrow.
His body was covered with blood, and the bloody footprints left by every step he took were not left by the people he killed as the soldiers thought. Under the roar of the sword, not even a grain of sand could get close to him, let alone other people's blood. The blood on his body, the blood on those bloody footprints, were all his own!
It was just that no one knew, and no one would think that way at all.
Even Old Youling didn't know. It was still in shock and panic because of Chu Yunsheng's second sword technique.
Finally, he reached the crossroads. After crossing another street, he would be able to leave the range of the army.
A shiny barrel suddenly protruded from the corner, then the body of the gun, the tracks, the turret … Finally, the whole body appeared from the corner. The turret slowly turned, getting closer and closer to him.
It was a Type-99 tank. Chu Yunsheng had seen it before, so he recognized it. But he found that his hearing system had a serious problem. The loud roar of a tank only made him feel like a mosquito buzzing in his ears.
He didn't know who was in the tank. Maybe it was a fanatic, or maybe it was a member of Duo Neng race, or it was even more likely that it was just driving blindly in the chaos. But no matter who it was, such a provocation must not be tolerated. Otherwise, some people who didn't care about their lives would react, and then try to test it, and then pounce on him like a hungry wolf.
Therefore, Chu Yunsheng was still walking forward, as if nothing could stop his footsteps.
The Ice Sword was pulled out in an instant and drew an arc of light in the air. The sharp Sword Qi only flashed at the edge of the sword before it arrived in front of the tank. In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, it had already pierced and cut dozens of times. When the turret slightly rotated again, the tank collapsed into a pile of pieces, along with the people inside.
At this moment, he was very cold, and he had to be cold.
Now that the tank that might have come by mistake was turned into a pile of broken iron, the surviving soldiers on the street behind did not dare to move anymore, fearing that they might cause a "misunderstanding" with this demon. The guns in their hands were like hot potatoes, but they did not dare to throw them away, fearing that they might be "misunderstood" if they moved. Therefore, they could only stay in their original positions in fear. Especially those who were most likely to be "misunderstood" with their guns facing outward, their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.
For most of them, it was the first time in their lives that they participated in an actual battle. It was the first time that they saw so many dead bodies, the first time that they were so close to death, and the first time that they saw a person who was like an unkillable god of war. It was normal for them to be afraid. Even if there were still a few strong-willed soldiers, after the appearance of the black missiles, they began to become less determined.
When Chu Yunsheng disappeared into the darkness at the end of the street, more than half of the soldiers seemed to have been drained of all their strength. They collapsed on the ground, gulping for air, their palms and backs were covered with cold sweat, and their minds were blank.
After leaving the remaining soldiers of the army, Chu Yunsheng wanted to find a place where there was no one to recover, but he couldn't find it!
There were people everywhere, a sea of people!
Some were crying, some were wailing, some were in pain, some were in a daze, some were dead, and some were injured. The streets were almost filled with people.
He couldn't hear those sounds, but he could see the scene of people crying and crying!
Only now did he know how many people had died in this battle!
Not counting those who were buried under the ruins, the number of dead and injured people here was shocking, and this was just a corner of the battle circle. If all of them were added up, it would be an extremely terrifying number.
The population density in the city was more than ten times higher than the upper limit, and the battle took place in densely populated areas, so the casualties were extremely severe from the beginning.
Most of them died in the regular battles before the sword whistle was launched. Some were killed by stray bullets, some were killed by artillery shells, some were killed by starlight patterns, some were killed by running away from the battlefield and trampling each other to death … There were also some who were killed directly by the shockwaves of his talismans.
He was not sad because he felt that this world was unreal. However, he was also sad because he saw a two or three-year-old child sitting next to his mother's corpse, holding his mother's cold hand and crying helplessly for his mother. His frightened eyes thought that his mother did not want him anymore. At this moment, he felt that this world was so real!
Only indifference could make him calm down.
"Old Youling, come out!"
Finally, he found a corner with fewer people and called out Old Youling. He was ready to let it go and meet with Yu Xiaohai and the others first.
"Boss …"
Just when Old Youling came out and said two words, its face suddenly changed. It quickly went back into the armor and became motionless like a dead person.
Something that could make Old Youling scared like this must be a powerful enemy!
Chu Yunsheng immediately became vigilant. He unsheathed his sword and closed his eyes, trying to feel where the Yuan Qi came from.
At this moment, he "heard" a neigh that sounded like a horse, and then came the sound of horse hooves falling like rain. One, two, three … More and more, like a surging flood!
Chu Yunsheng instantly thought of several possibilities. The most likely one was that the insects took advantage of the situation to sneak in, but he didn't know which one it was, because he couldn't feel any obvious energy fluctuations.
He quickly moved his feet and appeared on the road. When he looked up, he was instantly shocked!
From a place far away from him, located at the other corner of the battlefield, in the dark sky, there seemed to be a door of light that emitted a hazy white light just opened out of thin air. Thousands of green carriages galloped down the stairs from the door. The three horses that were pulling the carriages were all made of green light, and behind them was a long coffin. On the coffin, there seemed to be a person wearing ancient armor driving the carriage. Although he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, it was all glowing with a light green light.
Thousands of coffins swept across the battlefield like a flood, and the whole world became glowing green. Countless green fluorescent particles were sucked into the coffins in the sound of Yin Hao, one after another, whistling past.
When they got closer and closer, gusts of cold wind howled, and it was extremely mournful. It was like thousands of troops from the underworld were rushing towards Chu Yunsheng!
At this time, an old woman said in horror, "Ghost soldiers pass through, once in a thousand years!"
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