(Thanks to the book friend - Lonely Dancer, thank you for your support.--./--./

The story of Yang Family that appears in the book is fabricated. The story of this family has undergone countless twists and turns, which is more exaggerated than online novels.)

There is no cover in the wilderness.

The wind roars like crazy singing, and the snow dances like dust.

Contrary to this explosive environment, it is naturally a tragic battle.

The challenger and the summoned object are shrinking, while the enemy is fighting to the death.

If the savage reaches this point, if you don’t fight for your life, you will have only one ending, and you will be beaten to death.

The ferocious blood covered in the body, the struggle of death, the struggle of desperate counterattack, the roar of exhausted courage gathered in this ten meters of land, becoming the brightest embellishment in this wilderness.

Fujishita regretted extremely. After the attack was discovered by the enemy, he should retreat. With his own foot strength, even if he walked ten seconds earlier, it would not be the end of the day.

After all the mechanisms are done, the decline is revealed, the defeat is achieved, and there is no power to turn the world back.

How many times of victory, the confidence you cultivate; how many times of life and death, the will you cultivate!

You must never give up, never!

Even in such an environment, the Japanese devils still remained motivated. They were clearly at the end of their power, but they never bowed their heads.

Ao! Ah!

How could the Imperial Warrior be scared by such a little pain!

Fujiyao knelt on the ground, releasing two blue marks with his hands. These two weapons that were good at hiding traces showed their true bodies for the first time.

After the original energy is infused, the weapon's hiding cannot be hidden. In order to increase its power, this is also necessary.

The buzzing weapon hovered around the body, breaking through the strong wind. The snow particles were blown away, and the twisted face under the vine was brought with it with some cruelty and pleasure. The narrowed eyes suddenly opened and shouted: "Du!"

Like two snakes coiled around, flying weapons, the traces left by the wind and snow are extremely clear.

In the clear trajectory of the wind and snow, two green shadows circled and entangled. After Xing Taizhang swung his stick to block one's attack, the other seized the opportunity and opened a bloody mouth on his waist. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have a wound in his lower abdomen.

The wounds that were covered with blood and rolled up. You can even see the peristaltic outer layer of the intestines, the layer of flesh covering it, trembling, trying hard to bind the peristalsis of the intestines.

With a muffled groan, Xing Taizhang tightened his muscles and felt the pain of the wounds. The pain of the friction between the flesh and flesh made him bit his teeth. He continued to step forward with heavy breathing. Wuji stick stirred the passage on the ground, and did not detect the trap. So the head of the stick was swung, with a silver-white spot of light, pressed against the head of the vine under the head.

Fight the stick tips with force! Condensation can exert force!

The storm, who was rushing back and trying to dodge the attack, was not a master of physical skills. After all, he was a little slower and opened a blood groove on the top of his head. When the blood and flesh separated, he could see the exposed white bones, and even a layer of periosteum was scraped off.

Such fierceness and cruelty is Xing Taizhang's real ability. This is the first time he has shown his past style since he entered the battlefield world.

Replace injuries with injuries, fight for gallbladder with life, and fight for life with life!

So what if the effect of blood boiling ends? I didn’t have this thing before, so I also wade through the sea of ​​blood!

The battle was like a flame burning, urging the strength of the whole body, climbing higher and higher towards the peak, and the whole body seemed to be about to burn, full of power, and the wonderful feeling of not vomiting!

Frugal, cruel, cruel, sinister, and wild and fierce, combined with the wildness and toughness brought by the boiling fighting spirit, these words are gathered together in Xing Taizhang, forming a brave and fearless and unrepentant battles.

If Xing Taizhang had no blood, no courage, no bloody battle and the precipitation of the remaining battles, how could he be taught by the characters in the plot and learn such exquisite stick techniques if he had no bloody nature, no courage, no bloody battles, and the rest of his life.

In the scenes he experienced, the Yang family fought on the battlefield, sprinkled blood on the frontier, and was loyal and brave, but ended up in a miserable end. The dying and prosperity of Zen, and the monks made flowers. Only then did the Yang Wuro who became a monk achieve great enlightenment and create this set of superb skills. How could a person without some understanding and talent teach it casually?

Xing Taizhang was originally a policeman and a savor. Before becoming a policeman, he had been in the army. He was an elite trained in the assembly line mode, steady, restrained, but sincerity and loyalty are the personalities in his bones.

It is precisely because of this temperament that the characters in the plot are taken with a high look.

Skills are just a way to improve attack power. The momentum, soul, and connotation it represents requires careful understanding to exert its maximum power.

At this moment, Xing Taizhang's stick technique fully interpreted his own style.

The stick head is straight, as heavy as a mountain to destroy, as deep as ice.

All the power condensed at one point and gathered on the stick's head was originally flowing around like mercury, but now, with the beat of the stick, a silver hoop condensed on the stick's head. Although it was just a piece, it also added more power.

The Japanese's magic ninja was not good at close combat, and the desperation of Xing Taizhang's desperate killing came to an attack. For a moment, Fujiuzusa could not even resist. He smashed more than a dozen sticks in a row, making his nose and mouth blood flowing. He was already dizzy and didn't know where he was. Even the two weapons hovering around his body, like flying swords, fell to the ground, and occasionally jumped like cramps, without the effect of killing the enemy.

Xing Taizhang's stick technique gradually evolved into his own style and created rhythm and changes in this continuous blow.

The Ninja Fuji was under the influence of the underworld, and unfortunately became the whetstone for Xing Taizhang to make progress. He was so hard that Xing Taizhang was immersed in the world of stick law. He was regarded as a target for the stick, smashing the bones of the torso and limbs alive. Finally, Xing Taizhang hit his forehead with a stick, and the huge force shook inside the skull, turning it into tofu.

The eyes suddenly raised outwards, and bloody paused on both eyes. The pressure was too high, causing the capillaries to rupture.

The bones in the body were broken by 80%, so when the ninja fell to the ground, it was already a pool of soft mud.

The whole body was swollen and shiny, and gradually under the influence of bones and pressure, the limits of the skin were challenged. The cracks were spread and cracked, and the oil flowed from blood, body fluids, and fat were mixed together to form a purple viscous substance that spread the ground.

Take an image metaphor, it is like a soft mud monster in the mountain pass.

Another outcome is not much better. It is completely a ravaged person. None of the challengers took action, but it is just a summoning object and a wooden puppet fighting.

Sheng Long's summoning object escaped from the trap. The four-eyed strong man's swords were like wheels, like tireless engines; the wooden man with leaves was like a flying ape exploring fruit, retreated with one touch; he put down Zhang Huchen's one-horned monster, and under the command of wheat, he waved a short stick. He was as heavy as a giant hammer, and the snow in the field was mostly shocking him; the one who hated the most was Zhang Huchen's squirrel, who took advantage of his own speed and joined in the fun, with a tall person blocking him. He actually made them succeed in sneak attacks and stole a few claws under the enemy's crotch. This squirrel almost burst into tears.

This wise mantra is not even as good as Fuji. He has always been a person who listens to Fuji's shouting. Now his intention is so awesome, he has no idea. He is trying hard to support the defense, but he is unable to do so.

He cares about his head and his butt, and he cares about his superiors and subordinates.

Finally, a person could not react and hit the head of the unicorn monster's heavy root, with the top of the head and shoulders level, and even the eyes could not see it.

He was not dead for a while, but he could not breathe. His hands were twitching and twitching for several times before he fell to the ground and died.

It fully proves that life is uncomfortable and death is awkward.

Bah! Xing Taizhang spitted and let out a breath of anger before he put a healing rain on himself, wiped the blood on his body, and his body was filled with heat, and his heart was very relaxed.

Seeing that the enemies had fallen, Zhang Huchen put away his rifle.

Half raised his body, sat on the snow, with both hands pressed against his strength, pulled the trap clip that was still clamped on his legs, slowly freeing his calves, and a cold sweat on his head!

"The bones are not broken, but they are blue and purple. I guess they need to be cultivated for a while!" Maizi came over, took his cold hands, gently pressed Zhang Huchen's numb calves, and sighed.

Her slender hands gathered a ball of blue energy and pressed on the circle of purple in Zhang Huchen's clamped part, rubbing slowly.

The blooming blue ice flowers are shattered from time to time and regenerate, like a ball of living matter.

"I don't feel it when I'm numb, but now I feel hot after I've untied it. This doesn't work. The more I use a cold compress, the greater the damage. I have to release the blood, otherwise the leg will be sawed off in less than two hours." Zhang Huchen touched his instep and ankles and said helplessly.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I don't know..." Maizi quickly stopped and dispersed the blue ice flower in his hand.

"It's okay, you are kind-hearted." When Zhang Huchen grinned, he seemed to be crying no matter how he looked.

"It's not that serious!" Sheng Long looked at his well-behaved calves and asked strangely: "Isn't it just swollen?"

"Hey, when I was hunting, I used this thing, and I was kind enough to let go of a wolf with legs. As a result, the wolf followed my smell and came to the small village and bit two oxen to death, causing great losses. You know, at that time, a cow could basically change his wife. The village people set up an ambush and blocked the wolf in the cow pen. At that time, I found that one of the legs of the wolf was broken."

"After killing it, the old hunter in the village looked at the wolf's corpse and said that it was a trap we put in. He grabbed its legs. He bit off his legs with his teeth and ran away. He came to take revenge."

"But only I know, that was the wolf I let go, and I still remember the scars at the corners of my eyes."

"When it was released, the legs were still intact and the bones were not broken, but they just couldn't touch the ground."

"I won't say much about the beast that holds revenge. Why it bites its legs? It probably is similar to mine. Bloodline blockage leads to limb necrosis."

No one has heard of the story Zhang Huchen told, but I feel it’s a bit exaggerated and I don’t believe it.

"Then why didn't you untie this thing just now!" Maizi complained.

"Time is urgent, how can you have time to take care of this? After a delay, these two guys ran away. Without the guns of Guo Yu and I, they would have been speeding up and rushed into the wilderness. Then we are in vain!" Zhang Huchen frowned with big yellow teeth and laughed heartlessly!

"Oh, this is a typical example of asking for money but not killing!" Xing Taizhang wrapped the wound on his body for a moment, and his trembling arms couldn't even hold the cigarette.

It was very pleasant when fighting just now, but it also consumed a lot of money on him.

These two people are not that easy to kill, and they are standing there for you to chop! Moreover, the energy consumed during battle is not only physical strength, but also mental and original energy. The ferocity of adrenaline when excited is now like this.

"You are better than me, you are the one who beats the most comfortably!" Zhang Huchen despised Xing Taizhang for his appearance. This was obviously a naked-naked show!

He noticed that Zhang Huchen's tone was not good. Xing Taizhang quickly invaded Dongshui: "Don't, Shenglong's place is more lively than me, and he is the one who is the most enjoyable."

"Can this be all related to me? Lao Xing, you are really not a thing!" Sheng Long laughed, his expression didn't mean much of a tangle.

"If you want to watch the show, just block the wind around you. Don't find so many excuses." How could Zhang Huchen not understand? These guys want to see what methods they use to get rid of such injuries.

"Haha. I was discovered!" Sheng Long was the thickest-skinned, but he also thoughtfully placed the fire spitting summons in Zhang Huchen's arms to keep him warm.

"Do you have to be so close to watching the fun? If you don't come, we can take advantage of it for nothing. How could you give Brother Hu instructions to play the queue game? Do you think you are a model?" Guo Yu and Xing Taizhang were next to each other, with their backs facing the wind direction.

Although he was nagging, he was also venting his excitement and defeating six plot characters in one battle. Such a team was right.

Several summoned objects surrounded them and temporarily piled up the snow under them into a low wall.

Seeing that everyone was surrounded and the place was ready, Zhang Huchen raised his calf.

I took the belt, put my legs on my knees, wrapped them with the belt, untied the fur tied on my calf, took off the felt bumps on my feet, and took off the cotton shoes, revealing my black-haired, thick calves.

The blue-black marks left a purple-black circle on the calf, and the entire calf and feet were somewhat blue-black.

As Zhang Huchen said, necrosis has already occurred here, although it is not that serious.

"In ancient times, the Second Master scraped his bones to cure poison, but now the Tiger Master cuts his pulse and changes blood!" Sheng Long naturally wanted to come out to destroy the atmosphere.

"What a tense atmosphere, it's ruined by you." Zhang Huchen laughed and cursed, knowing that he was trying to prevent everyone from being so nervous, even himself.

"It's cold, you'd better start quickly! Let's go back to sleep!" Sheng Long said with a smile, and he deserves a beating.

The bloody short thorn cut more than a dozen wounds on the calf. The bloodstains flowed out bit by bit along the opening, and soon dyed the snow on the ground purple-black. In the field of vision, everyone looked at the wound on Zhang Huchen's legs, then looked at the cold face, and his fierce movements, which made the challengers around him look a little uncomfortable.
To be continued...