Different from Zhang Xiaoping's subtlety, Ti Jing, a strong man, is much more wild.
He has practiced Shaolin's wind-splitting stick technique since he was a child. Coupled with his natural magical power, he danced a big iron rod as thick as a wrist and whirred like a windmill. The little devil who met him would
If you have bad luck with blood, you will die if you touch it, and you will die if you touch it.
Moreover, the devil's death was quite painful.
His head was smashed into pieces by the big iron rod whistling in the strong wind, so he was lucky enough to die quickly.
For those who received a blow to other parts of the body, at least the bones there were directly broken.
With the full force of the body, being hit by the big iron rod with a rough and dark surface was like being rubbed by a certain part of a speeding locomotive. The part of the body that was hit was basically broken.
It's not that the outside is broken, it's that the bones and tissues inside the meat are basically broken.
There was a Japanese soldier whose reflexes and skills were quite good, and he was able to block a block with his rifle held flat. In the end, he just blocked a block.
There was a click, and the rifle broke into two pieces. There was another click, and the bones in both arms were basically broken, but the large iron bar with a clean body still hit his head according to its original trajectory.
However, I don't know if this little devil is lucky or unlucky, but the helmet on his head is extremely strong, and it actually withstood a blow from the body without breaking.
The steel helmet protected his skull, but it could not offset the huge momentum of the mountain.
So the result is that this little devil, who was only 1.5 meters tall, actually shortened his body by a large amount in an instant. His entire neck was missing, and half of his head was almost sunk into his chest. The most optimistic estimate is that his body at this time
The height is at most 1.3 meters.
As a result, Ti Jing, a body as tall and majestic as a mountain in the eyes of little Japan, turned into a big devil that they could not understand and defeat. He shouted that the flax fell and fled in all directions.
From the time Zhou Wen rushed into the Japanese army, which was not yet fully assembled, and consisted of hundreds of people, until they collapsed and fled, only a short minute had passed.
Under the torture of forty-two martial arts masters, only a dozen Japanese soldiers were able to escape into the darkness and survive.
Zhou Wen ignored the frightened Japanese troops at all, and continued to think about the Japanese troops advancing in depth according to the established tactics.
The 500 swordsman team led by General Zhao Chengyu, who had been 100 meters behind them, was left behind by more than 200 meters. Zhao Chengyu was so anxious that he cursed in his heart.
"Do you really know how to cooperate? Do you really think of us, the Big Sword Team, as garbage collectors? You have eaten all the good meat and left us some leftovers. Why the hell are you running so fast?
What should I do if Japan is surrounded?"
But after scolding, I looked at the various weird or headless corpses of the little devils along the way, and the strong smell of blood in the air, and I felt a little horrified.
What a bunch of evil spirits.
He also saw that another Japanese soldier was missing from the waist down, but he was still reluctant to die and crawled out on a bloody road with his hands clasped on the ground.
This Japanese soldier may have too much vitality, and he survived for such a long time even after being cut in half. He was saying something inaudible, and his eyes were looking pleadingly at every Chinese soldier who passed by him.
Even though these swordsmen don't understand Japanese, they still know what this little devil is praying for?
This is to pray to his enemies to kill him quickly.
But no one paid attention to him. Everyone was still rushing forward to attack. Who would be so idle that he would stop and give you a knife? We didn't invite you.
Zhao Chengyu admired him in his heart. This kind of cutting the enemy in half is much more difficult than killing the enemy with one sword. Not only does the sword need to be good and fast, but also very powerful. Even he himself may not be able to do it, only those four
It was done by one of the masters of Qi Jinjing.
Zhao Chengyu guessed right, this masterpiece of slashing the waist was done by Miaohua.
It's not that Miaohua was cruel, but just as she slipped down to avoid the Japanese bayonet, she swung the sword outward with both hands, causing a cut to the waist and a cut to the chest.
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But at this time, Zhou Wen and the others encountered a larger group of Japanese troops, and hundreds of them had already assembled in formation, rushing toward them in darkness from a distance.
But these Japanese soldiers obviously didn't realize that the dozens of black figures on the opposite side were Chinese troops, because when they came along the way, they had already sheltered more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who were disheveled and distraught.
What they didn't even expect was that these dozens of black figures would rush towards them without making a sound, and the soldiers didn't even pay attention to the commands they shouted.
Colonel Ryo Suzuki in the team did not realize that the dozens of people running across from him were enemies.
In his opinion, there are no forty or fifty people in the world who dare to charge against his dense team of more than 500 people. That is not bravery but seeking death.
Moreover, he believed that even the enemy did not see the reason why they did not fire when they saw such a dense formation.
Therefore, the Japanese soldiers did not fire even if they did not receive the answer to the command. They were still wondering whether their own people were so frightened that they forgot to answer the command.
"idiot!"
A Japanese officer stood out from the crowd and pulled out his command sword to teach these cowards a lesson.
However, he immediately became alert. The momentum of the people on the opposite side did not look like a defeated army at all, and a murderous aura was already coming towards them.
"Enemy..." The officer didn't know whether he wanted to call the enemy or attack him. Anyway, it was impossible to confirm because his head was already flying.
Forty-two running black figures were like forty-two whirlwinds rolling up on the ground, instantly rushing into the dense formation of the Japanese army.
At this time, Zhou Wen had completely lost his temper. This kind of hand-to-hand combat released his restrained and cautious character since time travel.
The blood has been completely aroused by the killing without any grudge. Not only does it feel refreshing, but it also ignites some inexplicable excitement.
In his two lifetimes as a human being, he has always been careful to survive. Whether he was a small mercenary group in his previous life, or he has been surviving in the cracks of various forces since time travel. There are always many scruples and taboos, and there are always many worries and concerns.
Unwilling.
At this moment, I had never felt that my power could be completely released in this way. Maybe there was a murderous heart hidden in his heart, or maybe the evil side of human nature was ignited.
Today, he has no worries anymore.
Today, he is going to kill a lot of people.
What does the Japanese oncoming look like?
An officer or a soldier?
Are they fierce or timid?
He was completely indifferent.
He only knows how to follow his own perceptions, predict, swing his sword, dodge, and run.
Then he charged all the way, with heads and broken limbs rolling along the way, as well as painful howls and desperate screams.