Jiang Xiaowei easily dodged the attack of the soldier in front of her who was covered in armor. The long sword in her hand passed through a tricky angle and was about to pass through the soldier's chin, killing him on the spot.
But there was a sharp sword strike next to her, forcing her to retreat, and she had to take back the sword she had extended. She faced not one soldier, but a team of soldiers.
For ordinary warriors, the sword just revealed a fatal flaw and the battle was over, but for the armies who were back to back and dependent on each other for life and death, the battle had just begun.
brush!
The sharp long sword blocked the upper, middle and lower roads. Every soldier was full of flaws in Jiang Zhiwei's eyes, but she had no chance to draw her sword. Instead, the space was compressed and she had to dodge and move back step by step.
Out of the corner of her eye, Zhang Yuanshan was also retreating step by step, which made her heart sink.
Dorcha's army has been trained for a long time and has sufficient experience in dealing with martial arts masters.
They are like a beast trapped in a cage, their living space is constantly being compressed, and their bodies are being cut with blood again and again. If the war situation continues, it will turn into an extremely dangerous situation.
"We can't go on like this."
Jiang Zhiwei gritted her teeth, preparing to take the knife and tear the battle formation apart.
Boom!
Just as he made up his mind, he suddenly heard the dull sound of war drums ringing in his ears.
There seemed to be the sound of a watermelon bursting in my ears.
The earth was trembling slightly, as if a mammoth was galloping on the earth.
She looked back in astonishment and saw the young man wearing animal skins calmly swinging out a punch, punching through an elite prairie soldier in front of him who was wearing heavy armor and weighed nearly 100 kilograms.
The armor, which was difficult to penetrate with ordinary swords, was like paper under the young man's fist, and was penetrated by one punch.
"this……"
Jiang Zhiwei opened her mouth into an O shape and almost gave up the fight.
If it was top martial arts or powerful Qi that caused this scene, he could also understand that it would be easy for top warriors to move mountains and reclaim seas.
As long as you have true energy and mobilize the power between heaven and earth, you can use all kinds of magical and demonic methods.
But the most primitive power to achieve all this is still the biggest shock to people's soul.
But once Tang Xuanming took action, he would not stop at all, running rampant like an ancient mammoth.
The elite prairie soldiers in heavy armor in front of him were all like scarecrows, dying and getting injured every time they brushed against them.
"puff!"
Tang Xuanming slapped the head of an elite prairie soldier into the chest, and punched the heavily armored soldier to the ground with his backhand.
Visible to the naked eye, the huge armor expanded in a circle, like a pancake being spread out. From the gaps in the armor, red blood mixed with flesh and blood slowly flowed out. The most primitive violent aesthetics shocked everyone's heart.
.
Under the moonlit night, it was like a demon god resurrected from the earth.
Tang Xuanming's whole body was stained red with blood. The tired swords on his body were chopped and broken into pieces, revealing the muscles that were made of copper and iron. Mixed with the scarlet blood, in conjunction with the screams around him, even if his mind was as tough as Jiang Zhiwei's.
I couldn't help but shudder.
"Even the iron cloth shirt with a golden bell and a bell in Buddhism is nothing more than this. This man is simply born with a strong body."
Jiang Zhiwei was deeply shocked. Tang Xuanming's movements were simple and crude, and his murderous movements were completed in one go. No matter whether his palms or soles touched the characters, they would be broken into several pieces on the spot, or spread out into a pancake.
All the elite soldiers on the grassland seemed to have been stepped on by the giant mammoth. Even if they were lightly rubbed, their bones and tendons were broken, blood spurted all over their bodies, and they could no longer survive.
"The devil, he is the devil."
The elite grassland soldiers who had been silently killing were on the verge of collapse, and the commander in black armor roared in the distance.
"Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow, distance yourself, shoot him to death."
Arrows fell like raindrops, flooding the area where Tang Xuanming was.
The crazy and bloody massacre finally came to an end, and all the living elite soldiers on the prairie breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is he dead?"
"Has the devil been buried?"
The moment the arrow fell, Jiang Zhiwei was also shocked. He could see that Tang Xuanming had really never practiced any martial arts, and he only relied on his most arrogant muscles to fight there.
Facing the swords of ordinary soldiers, his muscles and bones can be ignored.
But when faced with the arrows fired from powerful crossbows, even warriors with true energy are unwilling to confront them head-on.
But the surprise in her heart soon subsided. He saw Tang Xuanming, whose eyes were stained red with blood, grabbing several armors around him the moment the arrow hit him.
Snap!
The corpses of two elite prairie soldiers who had been shot like hedgehogs fell to the ground, revealing Tang Xuanming standing there without any injuries.
The remaining elite prairie soldiers collapsed immediately and no longer had the slightest will to fight.
Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan took advantage of the situation and killed this group of elite soldiers with just a few ups and downs.
Killing an army that did not form a military formation, but just fled alone, was easier than killing a chicken for them.
From the corpses on the ground, one or two feeble wails would occasionally be heard, but they soon stopped.
This cruel scene, as cruel as Shura's hell, still couldn't calm the hearts of Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan.
There seemed to be turbulent waves in their hearts.
Wow!
A prairie elite soldier who was punched by Tang Xuanming and spread out like a pancake on the tree slid down from the tree like a piece of flowing water.
There was the sound of flowing sand, and blood, flesh, and internal organs seeped out from the gaps in the armor, mixing with a substance that was almost like minced meat. Not long ago, this man was a majestic man, over six feet tall.
Zhang Yuanshan's throat twitched twice and he almost vomited it out.
Jiang Zhiwei's condition was much better. She even tried to lift the black armor with a long sword. The armor was like water and could not be lifted at all.
The inside of the armor seems to be filled with a pool of mud.
"All the bones in the body were broken and turned into a pile of debris."
One punch broke all the bones in a strong man's body, beating him like a boneless loach. Not many people in the enlightened realm could withstand such a punch.
Jiang Zhiwei raised her head, as if there was a storm blowing in her heart. She looked at Tang Xuanming, who was standing in the center of the battlefield, dressed in ragged clothes, with only some rags and animal skins covering his body, and smelling of blood all over his body. She fell silent for a moment.
Tang Xuanming smiled at Jiang Zhiwei who looked shocked, feeling slightly dissatisfied.
"I still haven't punched a cookie. It seems that I'm not strong enough."
In my mind, the voice of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation sounded slowly.
"Kill a group of elite soldiers under Doercha and reward everyone present with fifty good deeds."