Seeing that the golden armor talisman was about to be broken, everyone on our side couldn't help but feel gloomy.
There was a comrade behind me who was distracted. The enemy caught his flaw and kicked him to the ground. He was immediately slashed with knives. The wailing sound came and fell, and he suddenly became a puddle of meat and died. The excitement of the dead made us
My spirit was revived. If I don't advance, I will die. I recited the "Vajrasattva Dharmakaya Mantra" silently once. After finishing it, I made a seal with one hand and shouted in my mouth: "Unify..." Suddenly I felt a sad desire to survive in a desperate situation.
The feeling burst out, and the fighting spirit surged out. What I had seen and heard during the previous training in the training camp and in the mountains came out like a spurt.
The so-called battle, in addition to the most basic skills, strength and reaction, there is also a kind of spirit mixed in. We can call it morale, or we can call it the confidence to win, or something else. In short,
In an instant, I felt my blood rushing upwards, and my mood gradually drifted away from the battlefield, as if I was looking down at everyone.
Of course, this is just a feeling. It is formed because of the induction on my body and mind. It comes into contact with the overall space and the Qi field of each individual individual one by one, and then quickly
It was fed back to my body and mind, and before I realized it, my body had already coordinated its movements.
Holding a scimitar in my hand, I rushed into the oncoming enemy group, just like Hong Anzhong, causing a bloody storm.
Although these opponents in front of me each have some tricks, and they are all elite members of the Ghost Masked Brotherhood and Mengla Honglu, there are actually not many people who can truly achieve the innate sense of air, and in this chaotic battlefield of life and death,
There are very few people who can calm down, so my rush was like a tiger roaring in the forest. In one moment, I killed three people in a row, with blood flying in front of me and screams in my ears.
edge echoes,
The hot blood is scattered on my body and feet. Every time a life is lost, I feel extremely regretful in my heart. However, the world is so helpless. When it comes to life and death, there is no room for any mercy.
Only by killing, by killing, can one survive and not be turned into a pile of withered bones, suffering nameless sorrow.
The more my chest hurts, the happier my heart feels. I think of the clichés Hong Anzhong used to boost morale, and I feel that none of them are true. In the past two hundred years, the most brilliant and darkest era of Chinese Taoism was...
In the 1930s and 1940s of the last century, Taoist and witchcraft masters at that time came out of the mountains and countryside one after another, either joining the army or serving as knights. On their shoulders was the hatred of the country, the hatred of the family, and the great righteousness of the nation. And that
At that time, when I killed the enemy bandits, it must have been the excitement I felt at this time, right?
With one person and one sword, I held up a large area of the world on the left. I entered and exited several times, but not many people could resist it.
However, these core members of the Evil Spirit Cult are not the cannon fodder we encountered before. They are brave, united, and know how to advance and retreat. Moreover, the stronger the enemy, the more ferocious and fearless they become, and they attack me without fear of death.
"Group charge", the battle becomes fierce.
My side has attracted most of the enemy's pressure, so others can feel more relaxed. However, this ease is only relative. The leader, Hong Anzhong, is a Southwest master who looks like the most ordinary old farmer in the fields. His opponent is from Yunnan.
Zhaduo, the great chieftain who was in charge of a territory in the south. When these two faced off, they were extremely fierce. It was like sparks hitting the earth. They opened and closed the doors. One side had the Cloud-Crossing Swallow Hand, and the other side had the Baby Skull Chain. As soon as the two sides started fighting,
Others retreated one after another, fearing that they would be accidentally hurt, and they suffered a hidden loss inexplicably.
I was fighting vigorously, and suddenly my whole body felt like a basin of cold water being poured down on me. Suddenly, I felt a sticky and disgusting feeling spreading from my skin.
I raised my head and saw a lot of thick fog rolling towards my head. It turned out to be a ghost-like mist, which was the kind of thing that had been planted on the faces of the capable members of the Ghost Masked Robe Brotherhood. This thing was burning.
, it actually had the same effect as sulfuric acid, and I couldn't block it with my hands. It enveloped my head and I couldn't see clearly. Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of wind. My hands and feet were hit several times. The pain was excruciating, and I fell to the ground.
If it weren't for the boss above expecting me to open the door and say he wanted to stay alive, I would have already returned to Youfu in just this moment.
But the moment I rolled over on the ground, the fat worm suddenly became powerful and sucked the fog above my head into the whale, swallowing it up suddenly. And when I rolled to the ground, I could only see the fog in the distance.
At the path of the creek, a thin and muscular black shadow rushed out of the darkness. As soon as he appeared, he glided forward, turned around and shook off the two wary ghost-faced robe brothers.
With a flick of his sword, he rushed directly towards the eldest brother in the center of the crowd, Zhang Dayong.
This man's movements were so fast that distance seemed to have no effect in front of him. In a few seconds, he reached the target in just a few breaths.
He raised his sword and stabbed, simply, clearly and directly, using the shortest distance between two points, towards Zhang Dayong's throat.
This sword is a wooden sword, made of lightning peach wood. From the appearance, it is an ordinary wooden sword with many runes carved on the handle. It does not seem to have any offensive power at all, and it is not as good as a jujube stick. However, Zhang Dayong revealed
With a look of surprise, he dodges and retreats backwards, escaping this natural and traceless fatal blow.
Zhang Dayong was actually scared - who was coming?
Through the gaps between countless pairs of hands reaching out to me, I saw the blood-stained profile of the hairy little boy.
I have never thought that this boy is so determined and smooth in his movements. He is even more handsome than Li Xiaoyao in the TV series "Legend of Sword and Fairy".
Seeing that my comrades were so brave and dared to charge forward alone to capture the bandits, my heart immediately became hot. I clapped my hands on the ground and jumped up to avoid being caught by others. I was sure.
I found a gap, rushed forward, passed countless people, and rushed towards Zhang Dayong. Thousands of troops, seizing the enemy general's head - I had this spirit in my heart, but in reality, things often backfired, and I didn't rush out for two seconds.
Step, there was a brush sound, and there was a sudden chill on the top of my head. I lowered my head, and countless hair fell down, and my beard and hair flew.
I was startled when I saw the paper ghost that looked like Katohara's second shikigami. He waved his hand and almost cut off my head.
Zamao Xiaodao rolled up his wooden sword and saw me struggling to come out of the crowd. He was immediately overjoyed and shouted, "Little poison, my day, are you okay?"
I touched the top of my head, which was cut into a short inch, and said that I almost died.
At this moment, a white shadow came from the sky, and Duoduo's unique and cute voice came: "Brother Lu Zuo..." I looked up, and it was Duoduo. The little girl seemed to be caught by Wang Zhengyi's thunder talisman in the mirror, flowers and moonlight.
We were attacked, which made us upset and led to Brother Ice Corpse Dragon. I had been worried about him, but I didn't expect that this little girl would appear in front of me intact.
It seems that this friend Zamao Xiaodao is really a trustworthy and reliable young man.
But meeting and chatting on the battlefield is a scene that only happens on bloody TV. Where can we have this time in reality? I just took two steps forward, and the paper ghost released by Zhang Dayong appeared again.
It rushed towards me, its arms were like blades, and it was roaring. In order to keep Duoduo safe, I had to turn around, raise the knife, and slash at this paper ghost.
I calculated the distance accurately, avoided the attack, struck back, and then retreated, all in one go.
Then I looked at the broken knife on my right hand and was shocked.
Compared with Yuan Er's paper shikigami, Zhang Dayong's paper ghost is really much more powerful. It is actually tangible, like the sharpest light curtain. When it attacks you, it is extremely sharp. When you attack it,
, I am extremely fragile. In short, this is a troublesome ghost that I can only avoid. But the moment I was slightly surprised, Duoduo in the air had already launched an attack - since I obtained the Yin in the six-pointed star fine gold necklace,
With pure energy, Duoduo became more and more powerful. As soon as she rubbed her hands together, the ghost bites learned from the true understanding of the ghost path were immediately blasted out.
I avoided the long knives from the following members, and then I saw Zamao Xiaodao, who had already exchanged hands with a guard beside Zhang Dayong. Zhang Dayong was beside him, directing the ghost rope that bound people around.
Hong Anzhong, who kept harassing Zha Duo, ignored us.
Duoduo and the paper ghost fought vigorously. You came back and forth with me, never losing the upper hand, and with every move, you caught the ghosts who jumped down from the soul-calling flags and played soy sauce next to them. They were so small and delicate.
His nose was buzzing and he actually swallowed it into his belly.
Bang bang bang——
A series of gunshots rang out, and from the direction where the Zamao Trail had just emerged, four or five blood-stained soldiers appeared, holding automatic rifles and shooting at the surrounding congregation accurately. A shower of blood fell, and many people
He fell to the ground and died without a word. Among these soldiers, the leader was none other than the platoon leader named Feng Lei. I turned around and saw Wang Zhengyi, Monk Xiuyun, Wu Linyi, Yang Cao and others appearing one after another.
came into my sight.
With the addition of these people, especially the addition of hot weapons, the situation on the field suddenly changed.
However, when everyone appeared in front of me, I discovered that among the soldiers who appeared in front of me, including Platoon Leader Feng, only these five were left.