Chapter 27 Wei Ruo Liu Xu rises because of the wind

By the time Wang Ji went to the battlefield, three days had passed.

In the past three days, Wang Ji has been making the rune core all the time. Finally, he had enough of what Zhou Yun asked for, and he was so tired that he slept for a day.

You know, engraving the core of this rune is also very energetic. If it hadn't been for Wang Ji's strong spiritual strength, it would not have been possible to complete such a quantity.

Before Wang Ji went to the battlefield, Zhou Yun was still advising. However, Wang Ji left without hesitation. Zhou Yun couldn't and had to let him go.

"Sometimes, if you put a warrior in a cage and give him enough food to survive, the warrior will die because of losing his spirituality."

This is the last sentence said by Wang Ji and Zhou Yun.

Wang Ji should not only go to the front-line battlefield, but also stand in front of everyone. Of course, this is just his own idea. He is still a small logistics soldier now.

In fact, today's logistics soldiers are safer than in ancient times, and there is almost no possibility of encountering the enemy.

However, at this time, Wang Ji and his team unexpectedly met a team of Asian American stars that appeared strangely behind the big team.

"How did they appear here? What's going on?"

"This is impossible. Our team has already laid a defense line like a copper wall and an iron wall on the front line. How can there be Asian American stars coming to the back?"

"We are dead. These people are all strong people at the local level."

"How do we fight against the top 50 prefecture-level strong men at the peak of 100 people?"

Wang Ji looked coldly at the Asian star team opposite him, and his rigorous and solemn lineup made him frown.

"The rigorous governance of the army shows that the other party has a very high quality, from officers to soldiers." Wang Ji instantly judged it.

The captain of Wang Ji's 100-person logistics team pulled out his sword and said, "Prepare ready to fight!"

The captain gave the order, and the team calmed down. Everyone pulled out their weapons.

However, in front of a bunch of prefecture-level strong men, these peak martial artists are more than weaker in momentum.

"Brothers! You have also seen how many people have come down from the front line. And now, it's our turn. These Asian bugs definitely have a special task. We must stop them and delay them until the reinforcements arrive.

The hearts of these Asian and American stars have also fallen to the bottom at this time. Unexpectedly, the task had been discovered before it began. And it is also a 100-person logistics team, which makes them extremely unwilling.

"Kill! When it's over, leave the hiding quickly. The captain of the Asian-American 50-person team roared, pulled out his weapon and rushed to Wang Ji's 100-person team.

"Boom!"

The first thing to accept was not the two captains in the front, but the bombardment of Wang Ji's 100-person team. And there were also a lot of gunfire in the opposite team.

Woth!

However, the bombardment failed without exception. One of the symbols of the local-level strong is that it can fly.

50 people rushed to the logistics team at a very fast speed.

"Start, shield!"

A huge cover rose around the logistics chariot, covering everyone in it.

"Bannon!"

Even the logistics team is equipped with a weapon that is not an ordinary hot weapon, but a cannon that is enough to pose a threat to the local strong.

The only local-level strongman in this human-level peak logistics team where Wang Ji is located is their captain, Zhou Da.

Boom!!!

The shocking cannon made a loud noise, and one of the local-level strong men in Asia and the United States was directly bombarded down, making the logistics team below excited.

However, the members of the Asian-American team are closer. Although these people are not equipped with powerful weapons, their own combat effectiveness is extremely strong enough to crush Wang Ji's people to death.

Boom!

A round of attack by dozens of prefecture-level strongmen, the shield of the chariot trembled violently.

"With up to 5 rounds of attack, the shield will be destroyed." Wang Ji instantly judged the defense ability of the shield.

In an instant, Wang Ji rushed in one direction.

"Mo Feng, what are you doing? Don't die in vain."

"Come back quickly. What's the use of being a person at the peak?"

It's only one day, and some of them are already familiar with Wang Ji. After all, on the battlefield, the easiest thing to cultivate is friendship.

Wang Ji pulled out the cold wind sword, a sword spirit, containing great power, and flew directly to a high-level strong man flying high in the sky.

The Asian and American land-level strongman looked at Wang Ji's sword spirit with disdainful eyes, and looked at the milky sword spirit, although in front of the peak of the human level, it may be worth mentioning. But in front of him, a strong man at the local level, he can't have any impact at all.

Then a sword counterattacked, and there was still a smile on his face.

"Well."

A big head fell directly to the ground. In an instant, all the people stopped attacking and looked at this strange scene.

Wang Ji also looked at his sword in surprise. In his opinion, this sword could affect the other party, but he didn't expect that he would directly bombard the other party.

Wang Ji recalled his sword, and suddenly the magic formula, but the sword spirit was a little different from usual.

"It seems that it is a spatial distance." Wang Ji closed his eyes and recalled the feeling of that moment.

He had realized the beginning of the meaning of the sword, relying on this space distance, but at this time, this feeling suddenly flowed out.

The cold wind sword came out, and another sword air flew out. A strong man at the level looked at the sword in his hand in a daze, as if thinking, why it was obviously blocked, but not blocked.

Boom!

The body fell from the air, but in Wang Ji's hand, the cold wind sword was covered with a layer of white light, emitting a weak but dazzling light.

Wang Ji still closed his eyes and waved several swords. Each sword seemed to have a special meaning. Several corpses fell from the sky, shocking everyone present.

"Attack, intensify the attack, break the shield, and kill the boy." The other party's captain quickly ordered.

But the next moment, a sword spirit had come to him. He instinctively stood in front of him, but found that there was no point of focus.

The sword spirit bombarded his body. Although it did not break his protective power, it made him surge in blood, which was not uncomfortable.

Wang Ji seemed to be tired. He waved sword after sword, becoming more and more mature, and the sword light was getting brighter and brighter, exuding awe-inspiring power.

These swordsmen do not go to Captain Yamei, but go specifically to those prefecture-level strongmen with low cultivation.

If Wang Ji is also outside, maybe these people can take advantage of speed to quickly kill him. But Wang Ji hid in the shield at this time, and no one could attack him.

However, Wang Ji, with his strange sword, let the Asian American soldiers outside die one by one.

"Attack! Attack me!" The captain of the Asian American team shouted with red eyes. He now also knows that the task can never be completed. Now, he only hopes to break through the shield and kill Wang Ji inside.

Boom!!!

When Wang Ji killed half of the people, the shield was finally broken.

"Kill!"

Wang Ji walked around, and all the attacks against him failed one by one, and Wang Ji was still closing his eyes at this time.

The white sword light, like a life-threatening charm at this time, is the fall of a prefecture-level strongman.

"Cover Mo Feng and kill them!" Zhou shouted loudly that his name was very tacky, which did not mean that he had no vision. In his opinion, Wang Ji's attack power is much stronger than him.

The cold wind sword in Wang Ji's hand trembled, opened his eyes, and looked at the Asian American stars who were getting closer and closer. Not only was he not afraid, but he suddenly had an inexplicable desire in his heart.

"Let you be my stepping stone and help me wave this sword."

In an instant, everyone present seemed to see the willow catkins flying all over the sky, and in an instant it turned into heavy snow, which made people unable to tell where Wang Ji's sword and Wang Ji's people were.

"Sprinkle salt in the air!"

Several swords were struck out, like a sword, but several people died and fell to the ground. The blood stains are deep on everyone's throat. But these people don't seem to feel pain, and they seem to see something beautiful in their eyes, with deep infatuation.

"If the willow catkins rise because of the wind..."