I originally planned to cheat Si Yuan of what he ate, but after his sudden action, he had to change to a less efficient method.

Let the things that specifically restrain the great state of "Shield Armor Hundred Refinings" float away with the wind.

Use another method to plot.

...

...

Location of the entrance to the hall.

Si Yuan suddenly turned around, stared at the soldiers of Wei who were rushing towards all directions, and then looked at the dense arrow feathers falling from the sky.

The expression remains calm and calm.

He did not choose to retreat to the interior of the hall behind him.

Instead, he took the initiative to walk out, allowing himself to be attacked with a larger range.

"Can you know the power of the wind?"

Si Yuan lowered his head slightly and stared forward.

Around his burly body, a whirlwind suddenly gathered and surrounded him, like a tornado sweeping around him, and himself, independent of the eyes of the storm.

Like the god in the wind.

“Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The wind whistled, connecting the sky and the earth.

Even though the dense arrow feathers falling from the sky were terrifying, they could not even get close to him, and were twisted by the tornado that rotated continuously at high speed.

Passively surrounds the periphery of the tornado, forming a storm circle of arrows.

"If you want to kill me, then bring your whole family with you!"

"See the true meaning of wind, blend in with the artistic conception of wind, control the rhythm of wind, and turn into the god of wind."

"Compared with you, I am God!"

Si Yuan looked forward and saw that ten thousand people charged forward.

With his right hand, the Prison-Devouring Sword appeared again. Then he took a sword-drawn shape and then suddenly slashed the sword across the sword.

He whispered.

"Feel the power of the wind!"

A sword slashed out and the storm swept through.

The terrifying tornado that was connected to the sky and the earth flew out simultaneously with the slash of the sword blade, wrapped in dense sharp arrows and rushed straight towards the charge formation that was rushing towards.

"Divide the formation, dodge!"

Not far away, a commander was shouting loudly.

But it was obviously underestimated the speed and power of this tornado.

The arrows were lost all over the sky, like heavy rain falling from the sky, in line with the strong wind, like fish swimming in the wind charging, shooting at the coming people overwhelmingly.

"Distract quickly..."

"careful!"

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

...

The charge army was divided into two from the middle.

The crowds of horses on both sides met stubborn stones like a torrent of water, bent forward to the sides and stretched out the dodging distance. However, the people in the middle could not dodge at all.

He was strangled by the rain of arrows that looked like a storm.

In just a moment, the broken limbs and bones flew all over the sky, screaming loudly. Blood flowed into a river, and it was full of red.

It whistled with the strong wind.

"Swish swish swish swish swish..."

The scarlet blood rolled into the sky with the wind, like a big river and a waterfall rushing.

Suddenly, it exploded in the sky and turned into wisps of bright blood-light threads, like thousands of blood droplets flying around and wandering around.

Finally he was pulled towards the Prison-Devouring Sword in Si Yuan's hand.

The blood of the prison devouring prison is even more fierce.

A black and red terrifying evil aura burst out from the inside of the Prison-Devouring Sword, like a black and red flame leaping and burning, with a strange look.

"boom……!"

The evil spirit and murderous spirit rise, absorbing the blood of the living beings.

A stunning and enchanting figure with bloody eyes and bloody clothes condensed and manifested out of thin air behind Si Yuan, as if it were real or illusory, hazy.

"Are you craving the taste of blood?"

Si Yuan raised his left hand and gently stroked the wide and thick blade of the Prison-Devouring Sword.

He felt the activity and excitement of the Prison-Devouring Sword Spirit.

"Killing is a habit that can make people addicted."

“But it is also the best solution to the problem.”

Si Yuan whispered softly, watching the soldiers around him getting closer and closer and there was nothing.

Under his feet, ice blue smooth ice crystals began to condense, as if they were wearing a pair of ice skates for him.

"Wait, face the impact of the wind!"

Si Yuan lowered his head and looked down at the front.

The bitter wind roared again, surrounding his feet, pushing himself to slide forward at a high speed, and colliding with the crowd that charged forward head-on.

"Boom..."

The strong and burly tall body is even more terrifying than the armored rush.

One encounter, more than a dozen rushing cars were smashed, and the people and horses were broken, and the bones and tendons were broken, the chest collapsed, and blood was squirting between the mouth and nose.

The spear and sword combined with the body collided with a series of dazzling bright Mars.

Only unharmed.

“Katakaka…!”

The blade breaks and the spear explodes.

Si Yuan, who was sliding in the wind, was like a crazy giant beast. Just the simplest running and impact action brought extremely terrible lethality.

The sword and gun are not injured, and are completely unharmed.

Treat everyone as nothing.

"Are you scraping me?"

Si Yuan smiled grimly, with an extremely fierce expression.

He slid around the crowd, stepped on ice crystals, surrounded by strong wind, and moved, looking extremely silky and smooth, with his figure floating around.

With a single sword, tens of thousands of troops were killed and crossed.

Then he slid back and forth, floating around in the crowd of strokes, looking very happy and having a fearless aura of moving forward.

"We can't fight without breaking the defense at all!"

Some soldiers attacked desperately, but in return their arms were numb and their sword blades were curled.

Some generals also shouted and said, "Where is the medicine? Why is it still intact?!"

"The wind is too strong, and the eyes are confusing..."

"General, what should we do?"

"Go and invite the general to come and suppress the powerful enemy!"

...

Just over tens of thousands of simple collisions collapsed.

But Si Yuan hasn't tried much.

"The defense is high enough, the blood bar is thick enough, and the movement is fast enough, which is indeed suitable for the Fiery Swordsman."

“No need to worry about unstoppable consequences.”

After slid continuously for more than ten times, he came to the center of the army formation of tens of thousands of people.

Then he crossed his sword in front of him, and the Prison-Devouring Sword Spirit behind him fantasized, holding a blood-colored sword in his hand, crossed his sword in front of his chest.

Make the same move as Si Yuan.
To be continued...