The Magician of Cultivation

"Who?" Song Jianping suddenly shouted.

He held the broadsword upright in his hand, and the sword was shining with red fighting spirit.

Two pitch-black daggers appeared in the void and collided with the broadsword, making a crisp "clang" sound.

Then Jiang Hu took a step forward and appeared in front of Song Jianping and Chen Qianchen.

"It's you?"

Song Jianping frowned as he looked at the thin middle-aged man in leather armor who appeared in front of him.

"what are you doing?"

"Hahaha..." Jiang Hu laughed loudly towards the sky, his voice revealing endless joy.

"Do you want to know? Stupid..."

"Fuck, you're the fucking idiot," Song Jianping roared angrily.

"Die!" Jiang Hu was too lazy to waste words with him and immediately used the 'Stealth' fighting skill.

Song Jianping stood up straight, holding the sword in both hands, his face as gloomy as water.

He held Chen Qianchen, who was weak and still sad, behind him.

Jiang Hu stood in the dark space, looking calmly at Song Jianping who was on high alert outside.

"Hmph," he snorted coldly and slowly approached Song Jianping like a ghost.

Jiang Hu's mouth corners curled upwards, his eyes full of disdain.

But just when he was feeling proud, a fireball came flying rapidly from the sky and hit the dark space with a "pop".

The dark space shattered, and Jiang Hu appeared in the real world with a look of surprise on his face.

Before he could come to his senses, Song Jianping had already come to him with a broadsword in hand.

The suppressed and violent energy on the sword made Jiang Hu's face change drastically.

"Fighting skills: sweeping across the enemy lines," Song Jianping shouted angrily.

Jiang Hu only had time to push the dagger forward to block the broadsword.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Jiang Hu was swept away dozens of meters.

He reacted extremely quickly, twisting his body in mid-air and escaping into the dark space again.

The scene returned to silence.

Fifty meters away, Jiang Hu appeared.

His face was gloomy, and he shouted in disbelief: "Li Yu, you are not dead yet?"

"I'm not dead, are you disappointed?"

Li Yu's voice was vague and it was difficult to tell the direction.

"Haha... Why would you be disappointed? You are not like them. As a noble magician, you will be respected everywhere, including me."

Jiang Hu paused for a moment, then said in a slow tone, "Mage Li Yu, I am willing to share the spoils with you, as long as you promise not to interfere in this matter. How about that?"

"Haha...Captain Jiang Hu, do you think I will still believe you now?" Li Yu sneered.

Jiang Hu was not annoyed at all, and said in a low voice:

"Mage Li Yu, you should be able to see the current situation clearly. Do you think I have any need to deceive you?"

"Chen Qianxing is dead, and Chen Qianchen's fighting spirit has been exhausted. Do you think Song Jianping, a mid-stage warrior, can turn the tables?"

His voice got louder and louder, and the threat in his tone was obvious, "The magician is powerful, but you are only at the early stage of the second level."

"The magician is approached by a third-level assassin. He has no chance at all."

"Jiang Hu, tell me why?" Song Jianping's face turned pale and he shouted angrily, "Why did you attack us?"

"Oh? Hahaha..." Jiang Hu laughed wildly towards the sky, tears coming out of his eyes.

He shook his head and looked at Song Jianping with some sympathy.

Jiang Hu did not answer, but continued to speak, "Magician Li Yu, you'd better think about my words carefully."

"Don't think about it, I can tell you now."

Li Yu said firmly, "I don't trust you and I won't choose to work with someone like you."

Another fireball appeared behind the bushes, and it shot out at an extremely fast speed.

With a "pop", the fireball hit the barrier of the dark space, shattering the space again.

Song Jianping moved his sword as he pleased, and when the fireball flew over, he moved along with the fireball.

As soon as Jiang Hu showed up, the broadsword slashed in front of him.

"Fighting Skill: Sweeping the Enemy."

There are four major professions in fighters: hunter, assassin, shield warrior, and soldier warrior.

Hunter, known for being the best in ranged physical attacks.

Shield warrior, known for his outstanding defense and combat skills.

An assassin, known for his strange attacks and his ability to hide and launch sneak attacks.

As for Bingzhan, he is famous for his powerful melee attack power.

In close combat of the same level, no profession except shield warriors can be a match for soldier warriors.

The broadsword swept across, as if to split the void in two.

The "Sweeping the Troops" fighting skill is a first-level fighting skill for the soldier profession.

This fighting skill can be learned in the Adventurer's Association, Fighter's Association or major colleges.

This is a fighting skill suitable for charging on the battlefield. The sword moves are open and close, and it is powerful and domineering.

It’s the kind of thing where no matter how you change, I can break it with one sword.

Song Jianping was born with great strength and he admired the Ten Thousand Enemies on the battlefield the most. He would think about this sword move whenever he had nothing to do.

This most basic fighting skill of soldiers seemed to come alive in his hands.

He swept his broadsword across, causing his entire body to spin.

Bang, bang, bang

Without using any fighting skills, Jiang Hu kept dancing with the dagger in his hands.

The Dark Assassin is not good at strength, but his initial third-level fighting spirit still makes his strength comparable to Song Jianping.

The two men fought quickly and exchanged blows dozens of times in an instant.

boom!

Jiang Hu was eventually knocked away, but there was no joy on Song Jianping's face.

The opponent can fight him on equal terms with strength simply by relying on the increase of his fighting spirit.

If he were to use his fighting skills, or the agility and speed that an assassin is best at, he would probably be defeated quickly.

The fireball flew towards Jiang Hu again.

As he was flying backwards, his eyes lit up and a smile formed on the corners of his mouth.

"Found you."

call!

He was about to use 'Stealth' again and escape into the dark space.

But Song Jianping's eyes were wide open, and his aura quickly became violent.

"Your opponent is me."

"Fighting Skill: Concussive Attack."

The broadsword was wrapped in red fighting spirit, like a flaming sword.

Flames filled the sky. The sword was about seven or eight meters long and two meters wide.

boom!

The giant flaming sword struck down with thunder, the space was fixed by a strange force, and the void began to vibrate.

Clusters of ripples began to surge violently, as if a hurricane was blowing across the sea, causing huge waves.

Jiang Hu's eyes widened instantly.

"Is this the fucking mid-stage second-order fighting spirit?"

"I'm afraid this power is not inferior to the early stage of the third stage, right?"

The flaming sword's momentum locked onto him, preventing him from escaping into the dark space and performing the 'stealth' fighting skill.

In desperation, Jiang Hu had no choice but to take it head-on.

"Fighting Skill: Dark Dagger Dance."

In both hands, the dagger seemed to turn into an elf, dancing quickly around the falling broadsword.

Even the finest steel will fail to soften if it is twisted by your fingers.

The light of the flaming sword began to dim rapidly, and by the time it struck Jiang Hu's head, it had turned into a thin halo.

Snapped!

The halo dissipated, and some hair on Jiang Hu's forehead was cut off.

A thin line of blood appeared in the middle of the forehead.

Then the bright red, warm blood slid down the sides of his nose and flowed into the corners of his mouth.