My script is a supporting role

Murong Qingyue here has no interest in entangled with them any longer, so she turned to one side and wanted to step out the door.

The disciples of Feiyu Palace turned around to stop her, but Huang San had jumped up from the spot, "Boy, I'm here!"

Huang San's castration was not so fast, but as soon as he made a move, he came with an indescribably cold killing intent.

The Feiyu Palace disciple's heart trembled, he had no choice but to put Murong Qingyue aside first, with a wave of the long sword, the sword energy surged, and he slashed straight at Huang San.

Huang San's whole body exploded with blood-red aura, directly plunging into the sword aura of the three of them, his muscular arms protruding towards the chest of a Flying Fish Palace disciple.

The blood-red aura burned like a hot flame, and when the sword aura of the Flying Fish Palace disciple touched it, it subsided for a few minutes.

Mo Chen's eyes moved.

He seems to have seen this kind of thing before.

The Flying Fish Palace disciple had never seen such a situation before. With a twist of the long sword in his hand, he wanted to break Huang San's arm.

Unexpectedly, Huang San's arm is faster than his long sword.

Just as the sword was on his arm, Huang San's five fingers had already clasped his chest.

The strong force caused the Feiyu Palace disciple a sharp pain in his chest, and the hand holding the sword suddenly became weak.

Without saying a word, Huang San mentioned the Feiyu Palace disciple and threw him out from the door.

At this time, the long swords of the other two Flying Fish Palace disciples had also pierced.

Huang San yelled violently, and the blood-red aura in his body rose another three points, completely suppressing the sword aura of the two Flying Fish Palace disciples.

Both hands quickly snatched from the two long swords, and hit the chests of the two Flying Fish Palace disciples.

The two Flying Fish Palace disciples cried out in pain at the same time, fell backwards and smashed two chairs.

The drinkers burst into applause.

"Master Huang is mighty!"

"Master Huang is domineering!"

The man with the goatee stroked his beard under his chin lightly, smacked his lips and said, "San Ye Huang's fighting spirit seems to have improved again."

Only the fat on Qian Fatty's face trembled, and he unconsciously covered his pockets again.

This...is all money!

Seeing that Huang San beat the three Feiyu Palace disciples with his attack, the expressions of the several big men who had already got up were slightly relaxed, but their momentum remained undiminished.

Huang San laughed out loud, clapped his hands, and said, "A few small fish dare to jump in front of Lao Tzu!"

There was a hint of amusement in Mo Chen's eyes.

His eyesight is different now than before.

Although this man named Huang San defeated three Feiyu Palace disciples with a single move, from Mo Chen's point of view, this Huang San was actually not too strong in terms of cultivation alone.

But the blood-red aura erupting from his body had an obvious suppressive effect on the sword aura of the Flying Fish Palace disciples.

Because the power of the sword energy could not be displayed normally, the three Flying Fish Palace disciples were so deflated that they were knocked down without even being able to face each other.

"Blood martial spirit?"

"Blood……"

Mo Chen suddenly remembered Luo Qier's Demon-Breaking Blood Arrow.

According to Xiao Qinglong's words, the Demon-Breaking Blood Arrow uses the blood in the body to inject vitality into the arrow, which can break the world's spells.

That set of exercises, Xiao Qinglong said was heaven-level, probably it should be true.

Otherwise, that mysterious man in black at that time would not have been shot to death by Luo Qier's arrow.

In Sheng'an City, Aoki, one of the five great demon kings of the Demon Sect, suffered a secret loss from Luo Qier's arrow because of his carelessness.

Huang San's "Blood Fighting Qi" in front of him is naturally not as terrifying as Luo Qier's Demon-Breaking Blood Arrow.

But this kind of blood-red aura's suppression of vitality spells is exactly the same.

And it can be clearly seen that the path taken by this big man is different from any of the eight major cultivation schools in the practice world.

It is not the magic power of the Demon Realm.

This is a cultivation system completely unfamiliar to Mo Chen.

The two downed Flying Fish Palace disciples were full of anger. They struggled to get up, and wanted to go up again, but suddenly their necks tightened. They were picked up by Zheng Slanting Eyes and Yang Sigui, who had a flat nose and thick lips, and threw them directly from the door. out.

Huang San turned to Mo Chen and said, "Little brother, you and I are considered destined, listen to me..."

Before they could finish speaking, the two Flying Fish Palace disciples who were thrown out suddenly flew back from the door and landed with a slap, but they stood straight on the ground, with blank faces that hadn't reacted much yet.

Outside the gate of the tavern, Song Xian walked in from the bridge, which was sinking like water.

His eyes swept around the drinkers, and when he saw Mo Chen, his eyes couldn't help shrinking.

Then he saw Huang San and several big men behind him, and said, "I'm going down to Song Xianqiao, the master of Flying Fish Palace. I dare to ask your Excellency, but you are a general in the army?"

Chapter 261 Battle Soul

Huang Sansan stabbed: "What kind of general is not a general? It's just a small seventh-rank school lieutenant in the northern frontier army of the town."

Song Xianqiao didn't believe it: "Captain Qipin?"

"As far as I know, the seventh-rank captain may not have the skill of your Excellency."

Huang San snorted softly, "Do you believe it or not."

Among the drinkers, someone laughed softly and said, "Nonsense, if Huang Sanye hadn't offended his superiors and was demoted from the military, how could he be just a seventh-rank school lieutenant?"

The others nodded again and again, deeply agreeing.

Huang San pointed at Mo Chen again and said, "I beat him up, it has nothing to do with this little brother, let him go first, let's talk about our affairs slowly."

Song Xianqiao said: "I'm afraid it won't work. I, Feiyu Palace, want to take this young man away!"

Flying Fish Palace had already searched around Sunset Town just now, and the other youths of similar age had proved that none of them were the ones who pretended to meet with Tuobei.

At this time Zhang Tiancheng said that there was another one in the tavern, and Song Xianqiao hurriedly brought someone over.

After seeing Mo Chen, Song Xianqiao immediately felt that all aspects of this young man's characteristics were very consistent with the person Tuo Bei said.

After finally finding the right owner, how could Huang San let him go with just one word?

Seeing that this guy didn't buy it at all, Huang San's expression darkened, and he said coldly, "I don't know, when will it be Flying Fish Palace's turn to make decisions in Sunset Town!"

Song Xianqiao also responded tit for tat: "Since your Excellency is a member of the army, drinking and having fun here is not a violation of military discipline? If you continue to fight and make trouble, aren't you afraid of being punished by military law?"

Huang San suddenly laughed, and the laughter was full of endless mockery.

Turning to the big men behind him, he said, "Military discipline? Did you hear that he told us about military discipline?"

The few big men in the back suddenly laughed out loud.

Zheng squinted and shouted: "If there are military prostitutes in the army, will we still come out to find women?"

Yang Sigui imitated Huang San and slapped him, "The military discipline he mentioned is not the military prostitute!"

Zheng squinted and jumped up, "I am humorous! Do you understand humor?"

"You big bastard!"

Huang San looked at Song Xianqiao, and said proudly, "What qualifications do you have to tell me about military discipline?"

"Rong Shaowei dare not tell me!"

"I'll stop talking here today. Sunset Town is not the territory of your Flying Fish Palace. If you are sensible, get out of here!"

Song Xianqiao didn't want to cause more troubles, especially if he had a grudge with the military, it would bring great follow-up troubles.

But this boy is related to the deal with the Blood Spirit Sect, and has a lot to do with Flying Fish Palace, so he must take him away today.

Because of this, his expression also became serious, "Your Excellency, are you going to use force?"

As soon as Song Xianqiao's tone changed, the two hall masters Zhang Tiancheng and Zhu Zhenghe and the disciples behind him immediately showed their weapons and took a stance.

Seeing the appearance of Feiyu Palace, those big men did not show any weakness. Their swords were unsheathed, their eyes lit up, and the bloody fighting spirit burned all over their bodies like flames.

Huang San's eyes were serious, and he let out a loud shout.

"Blood weapon!"

The big man behind him responded loudly.

"Breaking the military!!!"

They were only a few people, but this shout was like the power of thunder, shaking the beams and pillars of the tavern slightly.

And after a password, the bloody fighting spirit of several people rushed upwards at the same time, condensing a bloody tiger with angry teeth several feet long in mid-air.

The tiger's muscles and bones were solid, and its angry eyes were wide open. Suddenly, it let out a tiger roar, and the boundless fighting spirit gushed out like a tide.

With the roar of the tiger, the bodies of Huang San and the big man behind him grew in size again.

Originally they were strong men like a mountain, but now they are all like tigers descending the mountain, their power is even stronger than before.

But the Flying Fish Palace disciple on the opposite side felt an inexplicable palpitation after hearing the roar of the tiger.

The drinkers backed away in unison, their eyes full of surprise and admiration.

"...Blood martial soul..."

"How long has it been since I saw..."

Song Xianqiao saw that the two sides were already in conflict, and it seemed impossible to make peace today, so he gritted his teeth and waved, "Go!"

The two hall masters sat in front of the formation, and the disciples of Feiyu Palace formed a sword formation and attacked each other together.

Huang San flinched, let out a long roar, and rushed straight up against the sword array.

"Blood weapon!"

The big men followed suit.

"Breaking the military!!!"

Although there are only a few people, they still maintain a very complete battle formation, the offense and defense are appropriate, and there is no confusion among them.

The swords clashed and clanged, and the sword array formed by the Flying Fish Palace spewed out sword energy, sharp and vertical.

This group of big men like tigers has long knives in their hands, and the knives are as bright as snow, chopping and slashing.

Huang Sanyi took the lead and was the bravest. From the perspective of fighting spirit, he was obviously much stronger than the others.

It's just that the sword energy of Flying Fish Palace faded as soon as it met the opponent's blood-red battle energy, unable to maintain its fierceness.

And that bloody furious-toothed tiger kept roaring.

Every whistling sound made these big men even more motivated to fight, and their shots became more courageous.

On the contrary, the disciples of Flying Fish Palace were shaken by the roar, and even had the urge to turn around and run away.

But after a few rounds, the sword array of Flying Fish Palace became chaotic.

Mo Chen looked at everything in front of him and suddenly understood.

"It turns out that this is the army's tactics."

"Soldiers in the army integrate the supreme fighting spirit into their blood and turn them into fighting spirit."

"It also gathers the fighting spirit of everyone and condenses it into a fighting spirit."

"Not only greatly enhances our own combat power, but also has a deterrent effect on the enemy."

"In addition, this kind of battle spirit has a suppressive effect on the vitality technique, so they may not be the strongest fighting alone, but after condensing the battle spirit, the power is more powerful than the formation technique of ordinary practitioners."

What's even more frightening is that there are only seven or eight people on Huang San's side now, and the condensed battle spirit has such an aura.

What would it look like if tens of thousands of soldiers gathered in battle spirits on the battlefield?

Thinking of this, even Mo Chen couldn't help but feel his blood surging.

"No wonder, although there are many practitioners on this continent, there are also many strong ones."

"But the military is still a powerful force that cannot be ignored."

Song Xianqiao didn't expect that the two hall masters under him and so many disciples could not even suppress the few people on the opposite side, so he immediately stepped forward to help with a frightened look.