Invasion of the Other World: My skills have their own ideas

If a mere leaf wants to hurt me, isn't that overestimating one's own capabilities? !

Bug slapped his palms against the leaves.

Phew!

Fast as lightning! Sharp as a blade!

Bug's entire palm was cut in half, and all five fingers were severed.

ah--

A wail of agony.

Bugger was so panicked that he retreated and distanced himself, then looked left and right.

"Who! Who is attacking me! Stand up for me!" Bug looked around and didn't see anyone attacking me.

In front of Buge, there was a strong man from the village wearing red armor, and no one else.

Energy repair!

Bug used energy to repair the broken palm, and then refused to give in. This time, he locked his eyes on the surroundings, focused his attention, and then used his spiral blade to cut the village leader Fei Wu again.

call out--

Another leaf hit the weapon in his hand directly.

The pointed spiral blade was instantly shattered.

Bug collapsed again: "Who! Who is it! Come forward openly and honestly, don't be sneaky!!"

Bug was actually panicking. The opponent was so powerful that he couldn't even detect the opponent's energy fluctuations. The opponent was conservatively estimated to be at the level of a samurai.

If you want to become a warrior, you need at least heaven-level strength.

Moreover, generally samurai are hereditary. They are all born with countless resources and equipment, and are basically very powerful.

Bug suspected that a certain warrior must be secretly helping the Hongjia Village, but this warrior was not the lord of the Hongjia Village, so he did not dare to show his face.

After all, there are unwritten rules among samurai, that is, samurai cannot interfere in the affairs of other samurai's territories. Battles between slave villages can only be resolved by the slave village.

In this way, conflicts between slaves can be prevented from rising to the level of samurai.

There were not always duels between warriors over just a few slaves, but they were rare.

How could Buge find out about Ning Mo?

Ning Mo is not using ordinary energy, but law energy!

That is true god-level energy!

Even heaven-level experts cannot detect the energy of the law.

Ning Mo's little finger moved slightly, and the energy of the wind law would automatically wrap around a leaf. Ning Mo's consciousness moved, he controlled objects from the air, and controlled the leaf to shoot towards Bug.

call out--

Another leaf cut towards Bug's neck.

Buge is indeed a strong man with the nickname of Commoner Messenger. Ningmo suddenly predicted the attack in advance and dodge in advance! !

Phew!

The head was not chopped off, but Bug's entire arm was cut off.

Huh?

Ning Mo was a little surprised that this guy could actually dodge his sneak attack. Although Ning Mo only used a trace of wind law energy, it was enough to crush the heavenly level, not to mention that Buge was only a fifth-level Saint.

This is Bug's talent. He has super six senses and can predict danger in advance. He has escaped death countless times with this skill.

Bug was finally scared. He shouted into the air: "Master! Stop taking action! I was wrong! I surrender! I'm out of here! I'm out of here!!"

Bug doesn't want to die here. After a while, it will be the day of the Shura assessment. As long as he passes the assessment, he can become an Shura apprentice, and then go to a special Shura academy to study. After completing the study, he can become an official Shura envoy. , and then assigned to different positions according to their abilities. There are inspectors who are responsible for searching for intelligence and searching for people from outside the land, there are pursuers who are responsible for hunting down people from outside the land, there are also city envoys who are responsible for the mundane affairs of the Shadow Realm, etc.

Boog's super sixth sense did not sense the fatal crisis. Knowing that the sneak attacker hiding in the dark had stopped, he felt happy and quickly prepared to escape.

Who knows, suddenly——

A feeling of mortality came from all directions.

Boog's super sixth sense can no longer predict the safe escape direction, and there are dangers in all directions.

Bug took a closer look.

He saw hundreds of leaves flying towards him from all directions.

And it's very sarcastic and dramatic, as slow as a snail's flight.

But the strange thing is that these hundreds of leaves are obviously very slow.

No matter how fast Bug escapes, the distance between these leaves and Bug will not change, and they will slowly get closer to Bug.

100 metres!

99 meters!

98 meters!

"How could this happen! What kind of magic is this! Ahhhhh!" Finally Bug collapsed. He was exhausted, stagnant in place, and could do nothing. He could only watch hundreds of leaves penetrate his body. .

To Bugger, it seemed like a century had passed.

But to others, just a second, an instant, passed.

Bug's body was inexplicably penetrated by hundreds of leaves, and he fell to the ground with his eyes open.

The people in Bucun were confused!

"what happened?!"

"what happened!"

"Who killed Bug!"

The village chief of Bu Village also had the courage to say to the surrounding air: "Who is it! Who is attacking us? We are the slaves of Samurai Booker. If you kill us, Booker will not let you go!!"

The Hongjia Village saw the top master on the other side being killed inexplicably. Although they didn't know what happened, someone must be helping them.

Only Feisuo and Feidi understood that Ning Mo must have taken action.

Feisuo had been secretly observing Ning Mo, wanting to see how Ning Mo would take action.

But he didn't expect Feisuo to stare at Ning Mo without blinking. He just saw Ning Mo's little finger move slightly, and Bug was repelled. He couldn't see what happened at all.

Is this the so-called outsider? This strength is too terrifying! !

Feisuo was scared for a while. Fortunately, Feidi insisted on helping Ning Mo at the beginning, otherwise, he would have been killed by this outsider.

With Ning Mo as a backer, Feisuo had no worries and shouted: "Warriors of Hongjia Village, let's kill!"

Feisuo's skin glowed dark red, as if wrapped in a layer of dark red armor. This is the special skill of Hongjia Village, which can resist 20% of physical damage.

Charge!

Hundreds of strong men in Hongjia Village, with great morale, rushed to Bu Village.

Bug was dead, Bu Village had no intention of fighting, and was killed by Hongjia Village without any power to fight back.

Soon, Bu Village was killed by Hongjia Village and rescued 8 trapped people.

The chief of Bu Village fled with the remaining thirty or so people.

Fei Wu, the chief of Hongjia Village, was no longer afraid. He was full of energy and encouraged morale: "Don't rush to grab things! Don't let these beasts escape, otherwise they will definitely retaliate against us. Only by killing them all can we eliminate the trouble forever!!"

As slaves, there is no mercy. To show mercy to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself.

Only by killing all the people in Bu Village, then occupying Bu Village and plundering supplies can one strengthen his own village, and also increase his reputation, so that other slave villages around know how powerful their Hongjia Village is! !

Fei Wu led hundreds of strong men and pursued them relentlessly. He was about to catch up with the fleeing soldiers of Bu Village who were lingering.

Suddenly——

A silver spear fell from the sky and was inserted in front of Hongjia Village.

The spear picked up the gravel and generated a huge silver shock wave, which directly shook hundreds of people in Hongjia Village to the ground.

Da Da Da!

A man riding a warhorse wrapped in silver armor appeared in front of Hongjia Village as if he had fallen from the sky, and picked up the silver gun on the ground.

This man was Booker, the lord of Bu Village.

Booker pointed the silver gun at the hundreds of strong men in Hongjia Village: "A bunch of lowly slaves, kneel down! Who gave you the courage to kill my slaves!"

The village chief of Bu Village and a group of strong men who fled found their savior when they saw that it was their warrior lord who came: "Lord, these people killed Bug and want to slaughter our entire village."

When Fei Wu saw Booker, he was instinctively afraid and trembled: "Lord! It was the people of Bu Village who first took our prey and then killed our people. We were forced to fight back..."

"Shut up! How dare you, a lowly slave, quibble!"

Booker took out a silver whip in his hand and whipped Fei Wu's body. Fei Wu's armor was split in half, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Fei Wu said painfully: "Lord, spare my life!"

Feisuo argued with reason: "Lord! We are slaves of Theron, not yours. There is an agreement between lords that they can only punish their own slaves. You are a warrior lord. If you don't abide by the contract and deal with our slaves, what kind of warrior are you!"

Booker raised his eyebrows and looked at Feisuo, a plain-looking middle-aged man, in disbelief. With a mental scan, he saw that he was only a first-grade human saint. He was so bold that he dared to talk to him like that.

Booker's anger could no longer be stopped. The long whip in his hand went straight to Feisuo's head, and it was bound to crack Feisuo's head.

Feisuo naturally couldn't sit and wait for death. His body turned into a residual image, and he kicked his feet and dodged in the air.

Booker was furious: "You, a slave, dare to dodge! Even if your lord is here today, I will kill him!"

Although Booker was sloppy, he was still a warrior, and his strength was almost the tenth level of the heavenly rank! !

The silver whip in Booker's hand suddenly became infinitely longer, like a poisonous snake, following closely at a very fast speed.

Hiss hiss hiss!

The long whip nimbly avoided Feso's counterattack, easily wrapped around Feso's legs, and then wrapped around Feso's entire body dozens of times, dragging it down from the air.

Bang!

A dull sound!

He fell heavily to the ground.

"You lowly slave! You still dare to be rampant! You are still stubborn! Haha! Slaves are slaves, do you still want to turn over!" Booker enjoys the feeling of abusing slaves, even though Booker is high above in his territory.

In the city, he is just a small patrolman, often scolded by the captain above, and all kinds of nobles in the city, any lady or master, can beat and scold him.

These humiliations were returned tenfold and a hundredfold to his slaves to vent his anger.

Slaves are worthless anyway. In the slave market, a piece of gold-quality equipment can buy hundreds of slaves.

That's right, the slave market does not charge money, only equipment.

Seeing this, the village chief Feiwu pleaded, "Lord, we are wrong. We will leave now. Please forgive us."

Bang!

With one kick, Booker kicked the village chief Feiwu ten meters away.

"You slaves have no rules. You are not allowed to speak in front of the lord unless the lord lets you. Don't you know that?!" Booker looked at these slaves as if they were animals.

Plop plop! !

Booker glanced.

All the strong men in Hongjia Village instinctively knelt on the ground, trembling with fear.

That was the fear in their bones. They had been slaves for generations, and the fear of the lord was engraved in their DNA! !

Booker looked at the slaves kneeling on the ground and trembling with satisfaction.

Suddenly——

Booker found that there were two people standing at the back of the team.

Booker was furious: "Are you two looking for death... huh? It's you! Little guy! I finally found you! And the fake young master next to you!!"

Booker recognized the two people who did not kneel down. They were the slaves who deceived him into being the young master in the city a few days ago! !

Feidi was not afraid at all. He put his hands on his waist and pretended: "Bold slave, you are just a warrior and you don't kneel down when you see the young master!"

Booker couldn't help laughing: "Still pretending here! Little brat, killing you is a bargain for you. I will capture you alive, cut your meat with a blade every day, and roast it in front of you, so that you will regret what you did today for the rest of your life!"

Feidi looked at Ning Mo respectfully: "Young master, how should this warrior offend you?"

Ning Mo's fingertips were on Feidi's blood-sealing sword, and a trace of the energy of the fire law attached to the blood-sealing sword, which should last for five minutes.

Ning Mo said calmly: "Feidi, you have almost practiced the Jian Liuhen moves I taught you. Go and kill this noisy person."

Feidi felt the special energy of his Fengxue Sword and knew that it was Master Ning Mo who cast a spell on his weapon.

Feidi said excitedly: "Yes! Master! I will kill the villain now!"

Booker couldn't help laughing. In his eyes, Feidi, a ten-year-old child, whose strength was not even that of a human saint, actually rushed over with a sword.

"Lowly slave, you are so bold that you dare to fight with me!"

Feidi stepped on the Douzhuanxingyi step. His body seemed slow, but in fact, it was hidden. Every step seemed like water flowing on the ground.

This is the water flow step of Jian Liuhen.

Booker sneered: "It's interesting, but it's too weak!"

Booker held his platinum quality long sword. In the Shadow Realm, platinum quality is already a very top-grade weapon because the supplies here are too scarce.

Many natives had entered the Shadow Realm before, but the natives did not have a game system, and they had very few equipment. Some of the top equipment was taken away by Shura first.

The long sword in Booker's hand was shining silver, as if tens of thousands of silver swords were left, changing in a thousand ways, and then suddenly overlapped, creating an illusion of time and space, giving the enemy a fatal blow.

As expected of a Heavenly Rank powerhouse, he used a Heavenly Rank skill as soon as he made a move. He just wanted to let this slave see how powerful a warrior is! !

Sword flow marks!

Feddy's feet were like water, and the sword in his hand was even more like water.

Water flow marks! Sword retention!

Break!

Feddy's swordsmanship was like a waterfall falling three thousand feet, colliding with Booker's thousands of silver swords.

Bang!

A pleasant sound.

All the thousands of silver swords disappeared.

The platinum-quality long sword in Booker's hand broke directly into countless pieces.

Booker looked at the sword in his hand in disbelief, his eyes almost popped out: "No, it's impossible, how could you, a damn slave, break my sword, it's impossible!!"

Booker repeatedly checked Ferdy's strength, and the result was that the other party was not as strong as a human saint.

Booker turned his attention to Ferdy's blood-sealing sword, and found that there was a special ability that prevented Booker from checking.

Artifact! Divine sword! !

A weapon of the Shura level! !

Booker had only seen this kind of weapon in the hands of the Shura guardian, and he couldn't see through it at all.

Booker's eyes were burning: "No wonder you, a slave, are so rampant, it turns out that you got a divine sword! You are a lowly slave, you are not worthy! Give it to me!!"

Booker grabbed in the air with ten fingers, and ten silver beams rushed out from between his fingers, and he easily caught Ferdy.

Even if the weapon was blessed by the Ningmo Wind Law, Ferdy was too weak, how could he resist the control of a heavenly strongman?

"Haha, stop struggling and just hand over your weapon!" Booker couldn't wait to reach out to grab Ferdie's weapon.