Chapter 331 Total Defeat

Lin Nian crushed the fruits of a few sycamore trees and looked at the long sycamore forest path. The thick sycamore trees on both sides of 5 meters each stretched to the end of the road, and the dense branches with golden new clothes covered the sky. A sparse net was formed, and the sun shone through the mottled fragments cut into small pieces from the outside and shone on the team at the end who were wearing all black for combat.

Just after walking into this trail, Lin Nian felt like he was being pointed at by no less than ten guns. Even though he knew that Frigga bullets were loaded in the magazine, he still felt uncomfortable. He felt like this. One of the most annoying things in life is having a gun put to your head.

"The previous team asked us how we bypassed their elites and attacked them directly." Lin Nian glanced at the heavily armed and menacing 'Teeth' team in the distance and understood, "It turns out there is another group hidden here. A small team.”

"Do you still want to go through here?" Chu Zihang said.

"It's too far a detour." Lin Nian recalled the map of Cassel College and shook his head. There were only a few roads leading from the college gate to the church. This sycamore path was the only way, otherwise they would I had to go around half of the school to get to the side entrance of the church.

"Kill them like just now?" Chu Zihang raised his finger and pointed at the 'Teeth' team and asked softly, "We don't have an advantage in the terrain here."

This Wutong trail is straight without any curves. The two sides fell into a strange stalemate and did not act rashly. It was obvious that the other side believed that their side had the upper hand. After all, even if a well-equipped team was waiting for them in this open terrain, It was very difficult for a large team to break through, let alone that their only enemies now were Lin Nian and Chu Zihang.

"Not necessarily. They may not have the upper hand." Lin Nian looked up at the branches of the sycamore tree that were growing so crazily that they covered a large area of ​​the sky. He seemed to have an idea and pulled out the chrysanthemum one monograph.

Seeing Lin Nian draw his sword, Chu Zihang stopped asking any more questions and turned around and walked to the side of the path. Just like when he met the team just now, he asked Lin Nian the same question, but the answer Lin Nian gave him was also quite similar. The next battle will be simple and crude, and probably no one will be able to intervene.

The ground of the sycamore trail was covered with golden fallen leaves. Lin Nian stood alone at this end of the road, looking at the armed squad in the distance. The sycamore leaves fell behind him, and he pulled out the Juyimonji Norizong sword. The blade reflected him. The calm eyes also reflected the team members who were poking their heads along the entire Wutong Trail.

The members of the armed squads at the end of Wutong Forest all said, "Is this guy crazy?" ' With an expression like this, this kid actually pulled out a Japanese sword dozens of meters away on this terrain? Have you watched too many Japanese samurai movies? In the season of rustling autumn wind, walking on the forest path to kill a first-class bandit in three steps?

But it was obvious that the people with strange expressions thinking that the boy who drew the knife was an idiot were all freshmen who were temporarily assigned to the team. The real veterans, the sophomores and juniors of the Lion Heart Club, when they used the scope to see clearly the face of the person who drew the knife, goosebumps all over their bodies, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight. As if, the hair on the hair stood on end, and the heart rate increased to the point where you could hear your heartbeat through the combat uniform!

"Holy shit, you can't, right?" The junior student who had a great conversation with Lancelot before now had a stiff expression under the mask.

In the eyes of several freshmen in the team, the boy with the autumn leaves scattered on his back and the sword drawn like a samurai is a complete idiot with a brain problem. However, after knowing who the boy with the sword is, the seniors In their eyes, when they saw themselves in the reflection of the blade, they instantly knew that things were getting serious!

"Lengthen the front! Fire three-dimensionally from all directions! Don't stand together!" the junior shouted without hesitation.

"Lengthen the front? Wait, you guys." Lancelot didn't understand why the junior senior suddenly seized power and gave orders. There were only two enemies they faced now, and they were 'passers-by' who didn't even wear combat uniforms. In this case, everyone must stand together and fire overwhelmingly, turning the opponent into a "bloody man" in an instant. Is it necessary to extend the front?

"Listen to me! Listen to me!" The junior turned around and growled, "You don't know, the person opposite is"

But before he could finish his words, his words were interrupted by the sound of branches breaking. He and Lancelot suddenly looked up to the heights, only to see a rotating sharp blade that refracted the light cutting through the sycamore trees above them at high speed. The branches that crossed the sky, cut by the flying blade, had smooth edges and fell with a crisp clicking sound, along with large swathes of falling sycamore leaves.

Kikuichimonji cut through the branches above his head in a parabola, and finally landed squarely between the junior senior and Lancelot. The blade pierced the concrete floor halfway, and a fierce murderous aura rushed straight into their faces. forehead!

Lancelot took half a step back, raised his head and looked forward. He suddenly found a 'heavy rain' falling on the entire sycamore path, and the rain was naturally caused by the wildly falling golden sycamore leaves!

The ancient alchemical knife that cut through all the sycamore branches above the head brought a golden autumn rainstorm to this trail. Everything visible in the sight was divided into pieces by fallen leaves, as if they had stumbled and stepped into a golden dream. Everything became illusory and unreal, including the figure originally standing at the end.

"Lengthen the front!" Lancelot's brain tensed up, and he suddenly realized the other party's intentions and guessed what the other party wanted to do. Anyone who can make such a tactic, even a madman, is definitely a terrifying madman. . He chose to trust his team members without any hesitation, and regarded the boy who was originally regarded as a lunatic as a wild beast!

Lancelot was a freshman, and even though he had attended the preparatory class, he had only arrived at Cassel College not long ago. Naturally, he would not understand a universal rule of this college - the more crazy a person is, the more dangerous he is! Because it turns out that these madmen will always burst out with incredible power and blow your head off!

The moment the golden rainstorm fell, Lin Nian's figure disappeared from everyone's sight. His whole body seemed to be made of leaves. He collapsed under the slight pressure of the fallen leaves pouring down from his head. It disappeared, as if it had turned into the autumn wind blowing the leaf tips and attacking everyone at the end.

But no one was deceived by this illusion. The entire 'Tooth' team instantly began to stretch the front line backwards under Lancelot's order. Three or two team members formed several lines of defense in groups and began to fire into the torrential rain of fallen leaves!

At the moment when the gunshots were heard, hundreds of bullets exploded, releasing a dense mist of blood on the Wutong path, but none of them hit the enemy. Lancelot even saw a sudden explosion in the air. Dozens of blood sprays came out, but no one fell on the ground. This made him look shocked, because it only proved one thing. The madman who rushed towards them actually used the scabbard in his hand to volley The bullet that hit him at the speed of sound exploded!

What the hell kind of monster is this?

Lancelot almost suspected that he was alive. Not only him, but also several freshmen's eyes almost popped out when they saw this. The words "I don't believe it" were written all over their faces.

In five seconds, no, three seconds, the 'Teeth' team was forced into a contact battle. At the forefront of the extended front, a team member hiding behind the sycamore tree suddenly noticed the falling leaves around him and appeared. A dark shadow.

A sense of crisis came like broken water balls. He held the gun in both hands and had no time to counterattack. He turned the gun muzzle reflexively and wanted to fire, but his face was already punched hard. The half-crouched man He fell to the ground at a 90-degree angle, and the mask he was wearing sank deeply into the soil.

While falling to the ground, the black shadow smoothly pulled out the Glock from his waist, and sprinted towards the three-person group diagonally in front without stopping. Bullets came towards them like water, forming an unavoidable barrage. In full view of everyone, he He jumped up suddenly and jumped over the deadly barrage with a jumping power that exceeded human limits!

In the scope, Lancelot locked the boy in the air who could not dodge and pulled the trigger. The assault rifle fired three times in a row. At the moment he pulled the trigger, he found that the target in the scope turned his head in the air. He glanced at him, then raised the Glock pistol in his hand.

Three clouds of blood mist exploded, and the three bullets from the assault rifle were actually shot down by Glock three times in succession. This anti-human operation directly caused Lancelot's brain to shut down.

Lin Nian landed in the center of the three-person group. All the members of the 'Teeth' team were 'A'-level hybrids. Their reactions were several times better than those of normal humans. They turned around and pounced on the guy in the middle who had thrown himself into the trap. If you want to contain his actions, let your teammates shoot him.

Lin Nian turned around and punched the guy behind who was trying to hug him with a quick and hard punch in the face. The amazing force actually sent the guy flying out of the air. The man who weighed nearly 160 kilograms flew straight out and hit him. He fell to the ground from the sycamore tree and fainted. This kind of power instantly made the senior students in the team twitch their faces. They couldn't help but feel phantom pain, and felt pain on their faces, and they remembered that they had suffered it before. That S'-level beating.

The remaining two members of the three people jumped. Then they missed the target. Lin Nian stepped on their backs and pinned them to the ground. They wanted to get up, but Lin Nian had already squatted down and punched him in the face. The back of my head was half an inch into the soil.

The last remaining person then remembered to distance himself and wanted to shoot, but Lin Nian, who was like a ghost, had already caught up with him. He slapped his chin and flew up in the air, and a Baji Beng flew out of his chest. Five meters away, it rolled dozens of times on the ground like a torn sack before stopping.

The whole process did not take more than three seconds, so fast that it was suffocating. The textbooks did not dare to describe the clean movements like this. Only then did Lancelot, who was staring closely at the scope, understand why the junior senior insisted on extending the battle line. If all of them get together, once the opponent is close to them, there will be no difference between a dozen people and one or two people, and the battle will be over in an instant!

There was another round of volley. Lin Nian turned sideways to avoid the barrage by using the sycamore tree. All the bullets hit the unlucky tree. The white trunk was stained blood red, and the bark and sap spattered visible to the naked eye. As they stood, no one dared to release their finger on the trigger. They all looked like they had seen a ghost and used firepower to suppress the horror that was pouring out of them.

"Above! Above!" The fire suppression lasted for tens of seconds before Lancelot's roar came from behind, but it was already too late.

A black shadow fell from the sky, and its target was the former junior. The moment he noticed the evil wind coming from above, he used the rifle in his hand as a shield and raised it to defend himself. Lin Nian, who threw himself down from the height of the sycamore tree, didn't care at all. , clutching the scabbard of Kikuichimonji norimune in his hand, the sword has been drawn out, as violent and swift as thunder and wind!

The 'Lion Manifestation' sword struck with thunder, directly splitting the hard rifle used for blocking into parts. In the astonished eyes of the junior, the sword sheath remained intact and knocked him to the ground.

go ahead! Sprint! Unrivaled!

One after another, the members of the team were knocked out, and the scabbard was slapped on the person's face, like a mosquito being swatted by a fly swatter, spinning around and hitting the tree, and fell to the ground among the leaves, unable to get up again.

Under the cover of fallen leaves, Lin Nian is as hard to catch as an evil ghost. He chooses people to eat, and kills everyone he catches with one blow!

Compared to 'Teeth', Lin Nian alone is more like the so-called 'Knife Squad'. Everything that blocks him is overthrown and pierced. Every move forward means that several people fall to the ground. His methods are rough and arrogant. , like an iron ball demolishing a house, knocking them, the elites of the Lionheart Club, to pieces.

At this moment, the team's front line collapsed. Lancelot saw this and was already eager to rush out. However, he only took half a step out of the sycamore tree when a bullet exploded in front of his feet. It was a warning from the other party. It seemed that Lin Nian had other plans for Lancelot. He fired and forced him to close his legs and continue to hide behind the tree.

As the five sophomores and juniors from the Lion Heart Club nodded to each other, one of them rolled out of the bunker and rushed forward as if he was dead. Sure enough, before he could take two steps, he was kicked in the stomach and fell to the ground. But he immediately rushed over and hugged Lin Nian's left leg tightly.

The other four old students immediately rolled out of the bunker, raised their guns and started shooting. The next scene completely subverted their three views.

Continuous red mist exploded in front of Lin Nian. The scabbard shattered one barrage after another. He dodged, jumped, and slashed the bullets with his knife. Countless red flowers bloomed along the way, and the ones who sprinted out of the red flowers. Naturally, he is an evil spirit in the smoke who wants to kill people.

And then there's the close combat that inevitably ends in tragedy.

The ferocity of Bajiquan was unleashed without any cover in this situation. Under the absolute power and speed, the four 'A' level hybrids were blown away like toys. , any skills and experience are all jokes at this time.

Just as Lin Nian was killing the last person with his head and flying knees, a freshman who had been hit on the head rolled out from behind the sycamore tree in the distance and threw the blunt dagger in his hand at Lin Nian!

Lin Nian raised his hand and swung hard to grab the handle of the flying dagger. He rounded it with his backhand and threw it back. The dagger pierced countless falling sycamore leaves along the way and hit the freshman at three times the speed. The collar of his dagger knocked him against the sycamore tree behind him, and the dagger was completely engulfed in the trunk of the tree, leaving only the handle hanging out.

"Freshmen, don't play with such dangerous things." Lin Nian glanced at the freshman who was nailed to the tree trunk. He grabbed the Glock in his hand and pulled it back with one hand to load it. Without turning his head, he raised his hand and fired. , blowing the head off another guy who wanted to take a cold shot.

At this time, the heavy rain of sycamore leaves came to an end, and the last fallen leaf rolled onto his shoulder, and was gently shaken off by him. Corpses were everywhere in the sycamore path behind him, and he was the only one left. Can stand and walk among the thick leaves.

Lin Nian carried the scabbard and walked towards the chrysanthemum monjizong stuck on the ground not far away. The sound of falling leaves and fruits shattering under his feet was very ear-piercing. After losing the fire suppression, no matter how elite or sharp your sword was, whoever showed up would definitely die. With his speed and reflexes, everyone who dared to stand up would take a bullet. The gunshots were fired one after another, like a roll call and shot. Until he walked to the front of the Kikuichi Monmonori clan, only the 'Ya' team was left. The last player was dropped.

Lancelot walked out from behind the tree, his expression a little ugly, but fortunately he had not lost his fighting spirit and could still carry the gun and walked out.

After seeing Lin Nian's appearance from close range, he realized that the boy was even slightly younger than him. While he was stunned, some suspicions about Lin Nian's identity suddenly emerged in his heart.

Gradually, he also slowly put down the firearm in his hand, and an uncertain heat appeared in his eyes.

But Lin Nian didn't even look at him. When Chu Zihang heard the gunshots and came out from behind the tree, he waved for him to come over and pointed at Lancelot without saving face for him at all: "This It’s the last one.”

Chu Zihang looked back at the tragedy in the Wutong Trail behind him, nodded and said, "It should be the last one."

"Get him." Lin Nian patted Chu Zihang's shoulder, put the pulled out Ju Yiwen Zezong into his hand, and walked to the side.

"Me?" Chu Zihang held the knife and looked at Lancelot, whose expression was obviously wrong.

"It's just for fun." Lin Nian leaned against the sycamore tree and hugged his hands and said matter-of-factly, "Since the Lion Heart Club and the Student Union want to play, then let's play with them. Since it's just for fun, of course it can't be just me. "

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