There was a bridge in front of Xiao Yan, with heavy troops guarding the bridge, so it would be impossible to break through hard. It seemed that I could only lurk in and observe the surrounding terrain. Under the bridge was a turbulent river. If this mortal body fell, it would definitely be dead.

Xiao Yan turned his head and suddenly saw a guard in the corner. He suddenly had an idea in his mind. He pulled out the dagger from his waist, tiptoed over the weeds, covering his mouth and nose. The dagger also stabbed deep into his neck in an instant, killing him.

Dragging into the darkness, Xiao Yan quickly changed into the guard's armor. After looking left and right, he was sure that he had no flaws. Xiao Yan was about to walk in from the bridge with a swagger.

There are ten guards on the bridge, and at the end of the bridge there is a strong man two meters tall, holding a wolf-toothed iron rod, looking very fierce.

Xiao Yan was puzzled at this time and thought to himself that when was this memory of the Lord? Why was there no fighting spirit in his body?

Walking forward slowly, Xiao Yan looked at his palm and suddenly found that his palm was covered with calluses. Such a palm was destined to hold a sword for a long time, and there were many knife wounds on his palm. It was obvious that he had experienced a lot of bloody battles and left behind.

I have no strength... but I have experienced a lot of bloody battles, and I don’t rely on fighting spirit. Do I rely on the most basic fighting method to fight hard with a knife and a sword?

Just as Xiao Yan was thinking, he thought there was no flaw in his move forward, but suddenly he was stopped by a sound.

"Hey, that soldier, where are you going?" A guard on the side looked at Xiao Yan and shouted.

Xiao Yan immediately bowed and said seriously: "Report, patrol."

Xiao Yan didn't know if what he said was right, and he was sweating a little on his forehead, but he must not go to the army to be unfavorable.

But at this moment, Xiao Yan, who had already reached the center of the bridge, suddenly walked towards Xiao Yan at the end of the bridge.

"Damn it seems that it's really not good to go to the army!!" Xiao Yan cursed, but now he doesn't know what the situation is. If he turns around and runs away, it will be exposed directly.

"Go to patrol there. This bridge is not something you mistresses can come. Are you new here?" The guards on the bridge were serious, Xiao Yan had a good management expression, and the guards did not find any flaws. Just asked, Xiao Yan nodded quickly.

After the strong man came over, the guards respectfully clasped their fists, and their faces were full of fear: "General Zhuo Yu!"

The man named Zhuo Yu walked towards Xiao Yan, with a very fierce face, his face covered with scars, and his ears were also deformed. I don’t know how many fists he got to become such a deformed appearance.

call out!

Zhuo Yu did not ask Xiao Yan at all, but directly poked his hand and grabbed Xiao Yan's head. Xiao Yan was shocked and thought that he had been exposed?!

It shouldn't be! There are no flaws at all!

While his body was thinking, a huge force came from his feet, and he kicked violently, and his body exploded several meters back. The power from his body shocked Xiao Yan.

This is just a mortal body, without fighting spirit, but the power in the muscles has extremely strong explosive power.

The Supreme One existed before Xiao Yan existed for countless years. At that time, there might not be fighting spirit, nor source energy. All wars were fought with the functions of the human body, and all moves were killing moves.

There were suddenly some pictures in Xiao Yan's mind. This scene was about how to fight. The attack was based on the dagger in his hand. There was no soldier, so he could only rely on his body to dodge the attack.

But it might be too difficult to deal with the strong man in front of him. Zhuo Yu was immediately angry when he avoided Zhuo Yu's first attack.

"Dare to hide! Seeking death!!" Zhuo Yu roared angrily and took a meteor strode towards Xiao Yan. The speed was not fast, but the strength was very scary.

Xiao Yanxin said, wouldn’t he be pinned to death if he didn’t avoid it? A waste of his chance. Even if he died, he had just begun.

With big strides, Xiao Yan's body sinks. Of course, this action is more like subconsciousness. After becoming a fighting god, it seems that he often relies too much on the explosive power of the source energy. This primitive fighting method has long been forgotten by Xiao Yan.

Zhuo Yu held a wolf-toothed iron rod and hit Xiao Yan on the head. If this rod is hit, it will be either dead or injured.

However, although this body has no fighting spirit, the balance brought by the strength or the muscles of the body make Xiao Yan full of confidence, move his steps and easily avoid it.

At the same time, Zhuo Yu's wolf-toothed iron rod smashed the air. Xiao Yan took the opportunity to step on Zhuo Yu's wolf-toothed iron rod, and Zhuo Yu's body suddenly became a little unbalanced.

Physical imbalance is fatal in this kind of battle.

Xiao Yan stepped along the wolf-tooth iron rod, his body half-aired, and the dagger in his hand stabbed Zhuo Yu's eyes. Zhuo Yu also reacted very quickly, and hurriedly drove away his hands holding the wolf-tooth iron rod, and his palms blocked Xiao Yan's dagger.

laugh!

A sound of flesh did not pierce the eyes, but pierced Zhuo Yu's palm. Zhuo Yu, who had great power, was not a vegetarian. Xiao Yan suddenly felt his ankle tightening, and Zhuo Yu grabbed him with his other hand. Suddenly, Xiao Yan's body was unbalanced and was thrown heavily to the ground.

Bang!

This smash almost knocked Xiao Yan unconscious. In a daze, Zhuo Yu clenched his hands into fists and smashed him towards his head again.

Xiao Yan hurriedly flipped hard and almost avoided it. Zhuo Yu picked up the wolf-toothed iron rod again, and after the palm pierced, the blood made Zhuo Yu even more crazy.

The brute force attack roared towards Xiao Yan. Each attack was very powerful, but the disadvantages were obvious and the speed was very slow, so slow that Xiao Yan could see the flaws on him.

Xiao Yan's body was turbulent. This speed could be said to be extremely slow in the strength of the God of Fighting, but Xiao Yan understood that in the memory of the Lord, the Lord now looked just a mortal, and at most he could be considered a stronger mortal.

While moving, Xiao Yan climbed to Zhuo Yu's shoulder and neck, and the dagger in his hand stabbed into the neck hard.

Zhuo Yu was too slow and Xiao Yan caught this flaw. He swung his body desperately, but the dagger had already pierced. Xiao Yan jumped back and pulled out the dagger. Suddenly, blood sprayed out from Zhuo Yu's neck like a fountain.

Punching into the artery almost kills it with one move.

With a loud bang, Zhuo Yu fell to the ground, and more than a dozen guards around him had surrounded him. Xiao Yan knew that if he fought here for a long time, he would be in trouble and he had to go immediately.

After killing Zhuo Yu, Xiao Yan took a big stance and ran straight into the palace.

The loud shouts of the guards behind also aroused vigilance. Xiao Yan, who entered the palace, turned around and rushed into the guards and mixed together. All the exact same armor made Xiao Yan hide in the crowd.
Chapter completed!