Chapter 345

He gripped the Frost-Flame Death Scar and shook his hand.

Crack!

The sword edge suddenly split, flying out and turning into a blade intertwined with ice and flame, traversing the battlefield.

In an instant, the ice-and-fire-mixed sword aura phoenix flow left afterimages in mid-air.

There was also the Golden-Patterned Scale Fish Sword, its body soft, swimming in mid-air as if it were a live fish. Yet it was a live fish with extremely fast speed that could kill people!

It swam over the bodies of the assassins, greedily devouring their flesh, piercing their chests, and cutting their bodies.

The Mind-Condensed Blade flickered with azure brilliance, slashing everywhere, rotating and emitting a sound of breaking through the air, slashing wildly with Su Ming's heart and mind.

Multiple sharp sword blades were dazzling, hard to parry, dancing all over the sky!

Yan Ze also bent his bow and nocked an arrow, shooting arrows out to help Su Ming provide cover.

Although he had no skills, his Second-Turn class, Hunter Arrow Maniac, was originally a class that focused on attack speed and physical damage.

So his normal attack speed was very fast, able to shoot over a dozen arrows in just one second.

He stored hundreds of arrows in his personal space, not afraid of running out at all.

Jiang Yunqing also hurriedly raised her small staff, using buff skills to add BUFFs to her teammates.

Ji Yao's mental energy was already exhausted; she could only raise her scythe, barely summoning an undead flying insect to join the battle, going to devour the flesh and skills of the assassins.

This summoned creature was very small, consuming very little mental energy.

But the effect was still quite good.

The four of them cooperated, working together with one heart.

In just a short moment, all the assassins were covered in holes.

Of course, the main combat power was still Su Ming.

"H-how so fast!?"

"His sword technique speed is slightly lower than before, but it's still so fast my vision can't capture it!?"

"Has this person hidden his realm?!"

"What kind of sword technique is this!?"

"Generally, only a Sword Master can fight by controlling swords."

"But can a Third-Turn Sword Master control so many swords at once!?"

"Or is he not a Sword Master?"

"No... impossible!"

"Too troublesome!"

Everyone's faces were ugly, their voices trembling, and painful groans mixed continuously.

Not a single person could break through Su Ming's defense!

Before long, two more people were easily killed by Su Ming.

The Frost-Flame Death Scar broken sword was too fast; the moment it pierced the skull, it could freeze and embrittle the head, then burn it into dust with high heat.

The assassins began to notice one after another that a BUFF had appeared on them.

"D-Death Scar?"

"What kind of BUFF is this?"

One person was covered in sword scars, severely injured, skin torn and flesh gaping, with some wounds burning with fierce fire and some wounds frozen into ice.

The injuries caused by the Frost-Flame sword edge were complex injuries of dual elements. So they were hard to treat, and drinking healing potions couldn't alleviate them, making him grit his teeth in pain.

He said in disbelief, "W-wait, 100 layers for direct death? My current layer count, 25 layers?"

A Gathering-Phoenix Warrior lunged to Su Ming's close proximity, wanting to engage in close-quarters combat.

He clenched his fists, and pale-white flowing wind condensed into vortex-like fist energy, following his strike.

Su Ming held the broken sword, expressionless, and directly used the Wild Rain Shattering Phoenix Sword!

The terrifying sword wind was like a torrential rain, slashing his entire body to shreds in an instant.

The move was directly interrupted.

And it triggered Su Ming's 【Shadow Sword Set】 equipment effect multiple times, triggering afterimage follow-up attacks.

Countless afterimages holding ink-wash longswords, as if splashing calligraphy in mid-air, slashed madly.

In just under a second, he was slashed into a mass of rotten flesh.

He glanced at his status bar and found that the Death Scar BUFF had already stacked to 99 layers.

Meaning Su Ming had slashed him nearly a hundred times in this instant!

"99... 99 layers?!"

He spat blood from his mouth, his speech slurred, murmuring.

The next instant.

Ding!

Su Ming's sword touched his skull lightly.

The broken sword edge poked a small hole in his glabella.

It was just a light poke.

【Death Scar layer count 100, immediate death】

Hum!

A strange sound of death emerged, and he fell straight down.

A puff of black smoke rose from the corpse.

This was Death Scar!

Everyone was stunned watching this.

"100 layers, it really kills!?"

"What kind of sword technique is this, what kind of equipment!?"

"What is this person's background?"

"Could it be a hidden expert from the Yang family!?"

The Yang family was also one of the three great families of the Dragon Nation, but they had always been extremely at odds with the Zhang family.

The assassins were all a bit timid for a time.

At this time, the Fourth-Turn Geng Zheng had a cold expression and stepped forward to attack.

"To dare to attack and save this remnant of the Jiang family at such a moment..."

"It seems you really are from the Yang family; then we have nothing to talk about."

"Just kill him directly!"

Geng Zheng's expression was incomparably icy, and he attacked directly.

Da da da da da!!

The precise sound of the disc rang out, and the countless keys on it were selected one after another by him.

His withered hands tapped on his disc, and countless characters floated around his body; those were rule ancient languages.

A programmer was able to understand the countless invisible and intangible basic energies as a programming language, deconstructing and arranging them to produce magnificent power.

The attacks of this class had no restrictions on attributes or forms.

Able to use local materials, unleashing damage of various attributes such as ice, fire, electricity, thunder, corrosion, death, etc.

Condensing into swords, condensing into magic light waves, or condensing into mental attacks, or directly influencing rules.

Everything depended on how good his programming level was!

If the level was high, then he could easily suppress and kill experts of the same realm.

If the level was low, he couldn't influence rules, and even amplifying his own strength would be difficult.

This class was a class with extremely uncertain combat power.

A huge, pitch-black phantom palm emerged in front of Geng Zheng.

That giant hand was dark purple, with countless complex runes condensed on it, filled with strange power.

It could be seen that his programming level was very high.

That giant hand grabbed toward Su Ming, and the massive death magic power swept out with a boom.

Facing this strike, Su Ming's expression was calm.

He raised his hand and slashed out with the broken sword.

【Tyrant Sword Repel】!