Hammer 40k: Far East Storm

The moment Li disappeared, Zhanen Zel felt the alarm bell suddenly ringing in his heart, danger is coming! This is the intuition of a warrior. In the long battles and countless fights, Zhanen Zel's combat intuition has become one of her most effective weapons. () This magical skill honed on countless life and death blades and in the frightening dance has even transcended the vague concept of intuition. In Zhanen Zel's heart, this intuition is as real and credible as the executioner in her hand.

At this moment, Zhanen Zel almost trembled with excitement. She was happy.

Yes, she is Zhanen Zel, the Phoenix Lord, the founder of the Howling Banshee Path, and the immortal demigod. She has too many dazzling halos on her body, so that people can't even see her original appearance. So almost no Eldar people know, or even try to imagine what kind of person Zhanen Zel is.

In the entire universe, few intelligent creatures know that Zhanen.Zell, the great Phoenix Lord, is a super martial arts fanatic, a complete battle maniac. Perhaps some of Zhanen.Zell's enemies can see this truth from her eyes when she fights, but unfortunately, those who can see Zhanen.Zell's eyes clearly will soon be killed by her sharp blade. Zhanen.Zell created the Way of the Warrior, on the one hand to improve the fighting strength of the entire Eldar, so that this once glorious but now dying race has stronger power in the cruel universe, and on the other hand, and the most important aspect for other Eldar people, is that this way has the power to touch people's hearts, which can make the Eldar people calm down their agile and manic hearts and tie them firmly to one place.

From a certain perspective, this is more for Jann Zell herself. She does not need the second power of the Tao. Although her emotions are still as changeable and unpredictable as the summer weather, her heart has always been firmly on the path of a warrior. Fighting is a kind of happiness for her, but it has long transcended happiness and is something close to the Tao. Only in fighting can she find the ethereal, non-existent perfection she has always pursued.

She likes the delicate touch from the handle when she cuts the enemy's flesh with a sharp blade; she likes the smell of gunpowder on the battlefield and the feeling of violent psychic energy. She likes to see the enemy unable to resist after being attacked by sonic waves, and lying on the ground in despair like a worm, twisted in despair.

But among all these hobbies, her favorite is to exchange sharp blades with powerful opponents, and use the sharpness in her hands to verify whether her swordsmanship is still improving.

There is pleasure in the upgrade of people. Constantly feeling that you are getting stronger can give people a great sense of satisfaction. However, when you reach a height like Zhan En. Zell, it becomes very difficult to move forward.

In this era, war has long been out of the level of individual confrontation. Although the quality of individual soldiers is still important, in many cases, even Zhan En. Zell, the lord of the Phoenix, is unable to fight against the endless enemy forces. More and more enemies have begun to habitually use long-range weapons to snipe the enemy, and there are fewer and fewer classical warriors who insist on using cold weapons to fight the enemy and temper themselves.

Now when she wakes up on this planet called Eden, she encounters a war witch who can put herself in danger. This war witch only holds a lich sword in his hand.

For a great chess player, the most painful thing is to have no corresponding opponent. When Zhan En. Zell looked around blankly with the executioner in her hand, she could only sadly find that there were not many people who could pass a move in her hand, and now someone actually made her feel threatened with just a sword.

What does this mean? The flame of excitement and joy in Zhan En. Zell's heart suddenly rose up, which means that this little war witch is a strong man! So strong that as long as he doesn't take it seriously, the other party can nail him to death on this round platform with his lich sword!

In the situation where the excitement in her heart is hard to suppress, Zhan En. Zell let out a light shout. For her, this is just a roar to brighten her throat and express her emotions. Moreover, she did not wear a banshee mask. Without a psychic sound wave enhancer, such a sound is not considered Zhan En. Zell's formal banshee howl. But in this hall, it seems that there is a thunder rumbling through suddenly. This light shout is not loud, but it rumbles through everyone's soul. Almost all the onlookers entered a state of unconsciousness in an instant, but this only caused Li's sword to pause slightly.

The pause of a split second was more than enough for Jane Zel. She identified Li's attack in an instant and reacted quickly. Her entire upper body slashed towards the ground of the platform with the executioner in her hand. When Li turned around and swung his sword, the tornado flashed, and the lich in his hand cut towards the back of Jane Zel's head like a ghost, she had already bent down, causing Li's sword to miss. At the same time, she rolled over several times and quickly distanced herself from Li after a split second of contact.

"Ha, that's really good martial arts," Zhan Zell said with heartfelt praise: "It's really imaginative to dodge and attack at once. While dodging, he also didn't forget to quickly launch a sharp counterattack. It's really very offensive. What about the swordsmanship of sex?”

This is natural, Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu is the strongest swordsmanship in Bakumatsu, okay! It also comes with a beauty and beauty function! Naturally, you can't say such words, and even if you say them, the Spirit Tribe people won't understand them. Li could only fight with his sword, shrugged his shoulders, and said innocently: "It's just a trick he thought up on the battlefield."

"Really? Such smooth dodges and counterattacks, such imaginative and creative gorgeous moves are just your imagination," Zhan Zell snorted and sneered twice, and the joy in his heart gradually turned into Angry, how could she not see that this little war wizard was just perfunctory with her, but it didn't matter, he didn't have to say it, but as long as the fight continued, sooner or later he would show off all these good things, and then Jenn Zell flicked her wrist, and the long-blade executioner in her hand turned into a stream of cold light, "Then I want to see how many tricks you have been thinking about. If there are only a few of them, then It’s not enough. Be careful, little war witch, your swordsmanship is quite good, I may not be able to hold on to you, but don’t just die.”

Li took a deep breath and said one word, "Please."

Jenn Zell leaned forward suddenly, and her whole body suddenly shot out like a sharp arrow. The sharp blade in her hand turned into an icy cold light and swept across. The fatal attack once again showed its ferocity on the round platform of the Warrior Hall. As long as the response is a little slower, the scene will be that Jenn Zell flashes past, sheathes the knife and stands there, and behind her, Li has been cut in half.

It was naturally impossible for Li to be distracted in this situation. He held his breath and concentrated, just took a slight step forward, swung his long sword at an angle, and easily relieved the force of the horizontal slash. Jenn Zell turned around and fell to the ground, like a straw that was suddenly blown down by the strong wind. He was at a very low height, almost touching the ground, and continued to fly forward in a posture parallel to the ground. At the same time, he kicked He kicked out fiercely and hit Li's calf directly on the bone. Not to mention being hit by this kick, I am afraid that as long as it was brushed, the bones would be broken.

Li took a step across without haste and easily dodged the extremely hidden move that suddenly attacked his lower body. After easily letting go of Zhan Zell's leg, Li suddenly exerted his strength and chased him like this. Zhan Zell flew away, stabbing with his long sword.

In just one breath, the two of them were fighting each other. Their figures were intertwined and changing, and the lights and shadows of their swords were flickering, causing those on the side to stare wide-eyed, hold their breath and concentrate, almost forgetting to breathe.

Such a wonderful battle has never been seen by even some of the battle-hardened Eldar warriors present, because everyone knows that the battlefield is not an artistic performance on the opera stage, and there are rarely three-day battles. When Sanye's situation occurs, it usually happens in the blink of an eye, and everything is over. Killing and being killed are just a matter of seconds, and life and death are just a split-second decision.

But in front of the Spirit Tribe people, these two people seemed to be dancing face-to-face with the God of Death. To the Spirit Tribe people under the round platform, their fighting skills could only be said to be miraculous and jaw-dropping. , countless gorgeous and ferocious sword skills and attacks flow out naturally from their hands like spring water flowing out of a clear spring, but behind the dazzling beauty is a cold murderous intention that makes people shiver. As long as the two sides If either party makes a mistake for a moment, the sharp blade will be stained with blood, and one of the two will spurt out blood and fall down.

The moment the battle started for the second time, there was no room for mercy. If there was no blood, there would be absolutely no difference.

In the warrior hall where more and more people gathered, almost all the Eldar people held their breaths and looked greedily at the two people fighting on the round platform. At the same time, they were praying that such a wonderful battle would not end. , even if it lasts one second longer, it is still good.

On the round platform, Jenn Zell's introduction to swordsmanship is extremely concise and practical. The long time, countless battlefields, the alternation of life and death, all of these eventually formed a kind of weight of time that is indescribable. This This sense of heaviness is finally reflected in the long blade in her hand, which makes the long blade in Zhann Zell's hand almost indestructible. Just seeing it makes people feel unmatched.

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