The worst Xin Wuwei is at the seventh level of body training. Wu Xin's experience in his previous life is that he thinks that the shooting range of ordinary army archers is one hundred to two hundred meters. That's a big mistake!
The strong ones are a special case, let’s not talk about them for now.
The average "accurate shooting range" of Xinwuwei's archers is more than 500 meters, and some of them can shoot to a thousand meters away.
For a while...
The shouts of the bandits around were loud and loud.
Xinwuwei was silent and solemn. The only sound was the continuous sound of the bow and the scream of sharp arrows. Basically, each sharp arrow would take away the life of a bandit!
In the overflowing blood, the contrast between the extreme movement and silence of both sides is sharp.
The bandits who were more than a thousand meters away were shot and killed as soon as they reached 700 to 800 meters away. Their corpses were scattered all over the ground, and the soil was stained with blood.
A strong and pungent smell of blood filled the air, intensifying the bloody battle between the two sides and the burning blood.
"With this fighting power, was there any need to try to escape before?"
Seeing the battle situation, Wu Xin complained secretly, suppressing the restlessness in his chest and not looking at the bloody battle. His eyes showed reluctance and reluctance, and he looked at the vast sea and said loudly:
"Purple-faced King! You have no chance of winning, just let it go and make a good relationship! The previous promises remain unchanged and are completely sincere!"
When he met Tianjiao for the first time, Wu Xin really wanted to recruit him and was unwilling to give up. At least he didn't want to form a deadly feud!
"kill!"
Xiongkuohai paid no attention to it, shouted like a thunderstorm, and led the two leaders and more than 300 light cavalry to rush out, as fast as a whirlwind, covering a distance of tens of meters in just one breath.
The evil spirit of the more than three hundred light cavalry alone accounted for most of the whole body, giving people a sense of impact and oppression like "the wind follows the tiger, the cloud follows the dragon"!
The Xinwuwei archers quickly shifted their main targets...
Hundreds of sharp arrows attacked and killed, but their strength was partially weakened by the evil spirit of the army, and most of them were blocked. As a result, the battle results were meager. Only a dozen bandit cavalry were shot down. It was difficult to stop the bandit cavalry's charge!
The two commanders, Wu Ying and Wu Meng, raised their strong bows and aimed at Xiong Kuo Hai. Their arrows were like meteors, but they were knocked away by Xiong Kuo Hai's stick and could not stop him in the slightest.
The shadow of the stick filled the vast sea, and dozens of sharp arrows were knocked away and shot down!
"Dragon team! Prepare to attack! Elephant team, wolf team, stay put and resist, the formation cannot be disrupted!"
Wu Xin frowned and watched the bandits coming, and ordered in a deep voice.
The strong smell of blood and the ferocious battle situation made Wu Xin's abdomen hot and rolling. He had a strong feeling of wanting to vomit, but he also felt that his whole body was hot, and he had an urge and anger that made him want to go crazy...
Perhaps, this is the charm of Iron Blood and the battlefield. The cruel and bloody atmosphere is the easiest to influence people!
"Chi, chi, chi..."
The sharp weapon cuts through the wind and bursts of cold light.
The incoming bandits finally approached Xinwuwei, with swords, swords, axes and arrows, and all kinds of hidden weapons, hitting the giant shield with muffled sounds.
Seeing those countless swift and fierce cold rays made Wu Xin sweat secretly and feel a sense of trembling with fear!
What they faced this time was just a group of bandits that were rumored to be a mob, but they were far more powerful than the attacks from regular soldiers that Wu Xin had imagined.
With Wu Xin's vision and feeling in his previous life, it seems that every cold light can split a person in half, the force is amazing!
"Puff puff……"
Many bandits could not stop their momentum, or were pushed forward by their comrades in the rear, and directly hit the spears in the shield wall, making the sound of sharp weapons entering their bodies...
Blooming flesh and blood, surging blood, ferocious facial features...
The various postures and expressions deeply challenged Wu Xin's nerves.
Wu Xin's breathing gradually intensified, and he was panting like an ox. He clenched the "Shanhe Stick" in his hand so tightly that his fingers turned white and his veins were bulging. It seemed like something was about to jump out of his chest. There was an unpleasant throbbing, and his body was trembling slightly.
…
"Whoosh..."
Among the bandits who rushed to the gun-shield defense line, a black shadow rushed out like a flying dragon, catching people off guard and rushing through Xinwu Guards at a very fast speed, and pounced on Wu Xin...
Amidst the screams of sharp weapons...
The cold light is biting and the energy is overwhelming!
"Click..."
Just when Du Heng, Hong Bo and others were about to take action, Wu Xin became nervous, filled the mountain and river stick with all his strength, and struck out with all his strength...
The stick comes out like a dragon, with a force of ten thousand catties, and the wind roars like an angry dragon coming out of the sea.
The last thing comes first, the sound of hard objects breaking...
The sword is broken and the head is exploded!
Red blood, white marrow, skin and flesh, broken swords, dazzling like fireworks...
Falling liquid, pungent blood, fiery blood, and throbbing like a branding iron...
Kill instantly with one hit!
A headshot with a stick!
"The assassin hiding among the bandits? Bloody...is this bloody?!"
Wu Xin held his stick in the air, with a dazed look on his face, murmuring in fear and excitement. Strangely, he no longer felt sick and wanted to vomit, but instead felt a kind of crazy violence, a kind of blood boiling...
"I don't want to kill, and I don't want to be killed... If I don't take action... should I just wait to die? Since the other party doesn't accept kindness, why should I be indecisive and merciful?"
Looking at the flash of swords and shadows in front of him, and the bloody storm, Wu Xin was certain, and his confused eyes gradually turned ferocious...
It's like some kind of seal has been unlocked!
Deep in everyone's heart, there is a demon lurking, which is always sealed until the day it is unsealed...
Wu Xin had never killed anyone in his previous life or incarnation, and he had not even been seriously injured. The violent beating of his second brother Wu Yuanzhong a few days ago was already the most violent and vicious experience!
now……
The devil is unsealed!
The thugs are out!
"kill!"
Wu Xin roared like he was venting his anger, like thunder on a sunny day, like a storm coming, it made countless people's ears buzz, and the scalps of both the enemy and us in the crazy battle exploded.
"call……"
With his legs clamped, "Yunli Xue" rushed towards the breached gun shield defense line...
Use the force of the mountain and river stick, lift it up, and set off a violent sound of breaking wind, carrying a force of ten thousand kilograms!
A bandit leader who had just broken through the defense line of gun and shield blocked the attack with a hundred-refined sword, and the stick shattered into pieces. His majestic body floated up and was suddenly torn into pieces. His remaining limbs were flying with blood pouring out... and he was blasted to pieces!
The force of the long sticks was exhausted, and two or three bandits were knocked into the air by the strong wind and the long sticks, and blood spurted out!
Yun Lixue rushed out of the gap, knocking away two or three bandits.
The Mountain and River Stick swept through thousands of troops with one move. Two heads exploded like watermelons, and three or four bandits flew up like catkins. Before they fell, they were already dead or had too much air in and too little air out.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Swinging the long stick, alternating left and right hands, causing the air flow to roar like waves, causing the stick shadow to roll like a dragon, and hot blood and various residual limbs flew...
The bandits who originally crowded the gap in the defense line were all within three feet, and they were either injured or dead!
Violence!
Cruel!
brutal!
"this……"
Everyone who paid attention to Wu Xin was a little stunned and looked at Wu Xin in disbelief...
Those thick eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and fair facial features; that gorgeous brocade clothes, elegant and thin figure...
The long stick that weighs tens of thousands of kilograms and roars in the wind; that bloody bloody body with scattered limbs...
Forming an extremely sharp and contradictory contrast.
What’s even more striking is…
Wu Xin, who was in mad rage, had a vague shadow looming behind him, with thousands of ferocious arms and a ferocious momentum. He was as majestic as a demon king crawling out of hell. He was so powerful that he seemed to be greedily absorbing the blood. It gradually became clear and solidified!
Martial spirit shadow!
To a certain extent, it represents Wu Xin’s martial arts path!
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