Facing Xue Hong's most powerful blow in despair, Wei Zong's eyes were still extremely cold, without even the slightest fluctuation.
His fist was as calm as his eyes. Under the light of the sword, his fist only paused slightly before smashing the light into pieces, and then continued to fall.
"This is impossible!"
Xue Hong lost his voice in shock. The powerful blow he unleashed was even unable to block the opponent's punch. Is this still a warrior?
Is this really just a warrior?
No one told him the answer.
The next moment, Wei Zong punched down, and Xue Hong subconsciously crossed his hands in front of him.
boom!
Under the explosion of fist power, Xue Hong's whole body bones were broken inch by inch, and his flesh and blood were torn apart by the broken bones. Blood spurted out from his body, his head fell softly, and the divine light in his eyes completely disappeared.
he died!
Wei Zong's punch actually directly killed a powerful warrior in the middle stage of the military general.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding Shenxing troops were shocked and silent. When Wei Zong looked over, they were trembling all over, and they were even a little unsteady about the weapons in their hands.
"I almost forgot, there are you guys too!"
Wei Zong lightly stamped his feet, and Xue Hong's long knife stuck on the ground was immediately shaken into his hand.
Then, like a tiger descending a mountain, Wei Zong rushed into the crowd of God's Marchers. He raised his knife and dropped it, just like chopping melons and vegetables. The heads of the God's Marchers rolled off one after another.
Wei Zong's figure was like a phantom, constantly shuttling among the crowd, blood constantly splashing.
Under his high-speed killing, the originally 200-man Divine Marching Army was constantly losing strength. When they reached the back, they seemed to feel that the pressure from the bows and arrows above was less. The Daxuan sergeants also rushed up one after another, joining the battle group, and
God's army was defeated.
After a while...
Snap!
Wei Zong easily crushed the neck of the last Shenxingjun and threw his body on the ground like garbage. He couldn't even remember how many people he killed. He only remembered that he killed most of the two hundred Shenxingjun.
Even the knife left by Xue Hong was chopped into pieces by him.
Of course, the knife was notched by him, and it was already covered with cracks. It was normal for it to be unable to hold up under his high-speed killing.
On the side, many Daxuan soldiers looked at Wei Zong, with only fear in their eyes besides admiration.
Just now, this man was like a god and demon. The powerful God Marching was as weak as an ant in front of him and was easily crushed to death. Fortunately, he was one of our own. If he were an enemy, it would be unimaginable.
At this time, the sound of thumping footsteps was heard, and Feng Xiu finally came up from the bottom of the canyon, still holding the dead God Marcher in his hand.
Seeing the corpses on the ground, even the two powerful generals were dead, Feng Xiu was obviously stunned, and the next moment he set his sights on Wei Zong.
It is not difficult to imagine who caused all this.
Feng Xiu took a deep look at Wei Zong. What kind of freak was this guy? He was simply unbelievably powerful. However, he didn't say anything more and just gave a faint order.
"Let's go back!"
Under Feng Xiu's order, the Daxuan Army simply cleaned the battlefield and hurried back to Wu'an City.
Compared with the majestic appearance when they came, they were obviously a little miserable when they returned. There were a thousand people when they came, but only more than 500 people were left when they returned. There were more than 200 people injured, and only a few people who could maintain their combat effectiveness were left.
There are more than 300 people left.
This was when Wei Zong took a strong move and killed most of the Shen Marching Army. Otherwise, they would all be wiped out here.
After returning, Wei Zong and others stayed at the garrison to recuperate, while Feng Xiu hurried to Xia Xiong, choosing to report to him at the first moment.
The appearance of the God Marching Army is not a small matter. In other words, the Great Yi Empire may have made big moves during this period. As an important border town, Wu'an City must take corresponding precautions.
At the camp, Wei Zong sat alone under a tree. Others respected and feared him and kept a certain distance from him.
"Speaking of which, you really don't plan to stay here forever and just be a top soldier?" An Ran's voice sounded faintly in his heart.
"If these two empires fight, you will be involved."
"Isn't this better?"
Wei Zong grinned.
"What, you like fighting so much?" An Ran curled his lips.
"It's not just about fighting...forget it, let me show you something!" Wei Zong reached into his arms and took out a large handful of small blue crystals. At a rough look, there were nearly a hundred of them.
Wei Zong got this from the two divine marching generals he killed before. Due to the special laws of this world, the storage ring cannot be used, so he put it in his arms.
"What is this?" An Ran was a little curious.
Wei Zong picked up a small crystal, looked at the light blue light flashing on it, and explained: "This should be used for their cultivation, similar to the Yuan Stone from the outside world. The energy contained in this thing is the same as my running Daxuan
The energy absorbed by the eight postures from the void is very similar, but it is much purer and more condensed than the energy absorbed from the void. It gives me the feeling..."
Wei Zong thought for a while, and then said: "It's like Origin Qi diluted countless times."
"Origin Qi?"
An Ran was surprised at first, and then said with some suspicion: "Wait a minute, how do you, a second-step warrior, know what Origin Qi is like?"
After hearing this, Wei Zong was silent for a moment, knowing that he had made a mistake.
However, he soon seemed as if he had not heard An Ran's words. Regardless of An Ran's doubts, he continued: "As far as I know, this crystal is obtained from the source beast. In other words, this crystal is the source of the source beast's power.
It’s similar to the inner elixir of ferocious beasts from the outside world, and the demon elixir of demonic beasts.”
Wei Zong's change of topic quickly attracted An Ran's attention.
"Origin beast, origin energy...is there any connection between them?"
Thinking of this, An Ran's eyes lit up.
"There must be some." Wei Zong nodded and said: "That's why I continue to stay here. From now on, if the two empires are at war, I will participate in the killing, so that I can get this crystal from the opponent's general to practice. Secondly,
You must know that the purpose of establishing Wu'an City is not only to resist the Great Yi Empire, but also to suppress the nearby Origin Beast lair. There are quite a few Origin Beasts nearby..."
A light flashed in Wei Zong's eyes, he was very interested in the Origin Beast.
Just as Wei Zong was having a conversation with An Ran in his mind, not far from where Wei Zong and others were stationed, a group of people appeared, quietly watching the people who were recuperating in desolation like defeated soldiers.
"It seems that Feng Xiu and his gang have been defeated!"
Xia Jingwu smiled coldly, and beside him was the big man whose palm was crushed by Wei Zong in the dungeon.