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- Chapter 6035: Bloody Night¡ªThe formation is broken!
Fifty meters, based on the speed of the two parties' hedging, is only three breaths of time.
What can you do with three breaths? Nothing could change their fate of annihilation.
"It seems that if Tang Qing is not really stupid, these people will be used as abandoned children!" Shangguan Yunfei thought this, feeling slightly confused.
Before he could think about why Tang Qing did this, the Langya warriors told him with facts that too many changes could occur in three breaths.
"Ouch!"
With a long roar full of violence and coldness, Mo Qing at the head suddenly jumped up, no, flew up. Heizi moved like a roc, flying over the head of the opposing military formation.
Then, he ran into the crowd.
Mo Heizi is essentially a monk. He had been running wildly before, making everyone think he was a body refiner. Now they know that it is just an illusion.
Speaking of which, this kind of surprise can only be used on these ordinary soldiers. Mo Qing is quite famous now, and most people who have participated in the elite meeting will recognize him. However, these are just ordinary soldiers. Although they can be considered elites, they are still mortals. How can they tell the difference between monks and body refiners.
When the two armies are facing each other, they will be mentally prepared when they are about to engage the enemy. Simply put, it is a process of holding one's breath. Like two bison colliding, the body will tighten and the mind will become extremely focused the moment they meet. Mo Qing's sudden action seemed of little use, but in fact it broke the rhythm of the entire battle.
Led by several leaders, the military formation was fully prepared to swing the first sword in two breaths. Then they suddenly discovered that a person appeared in front of them, no, it was a sword!
"It's okay to have multiple knives. Soldiers charge into battle and play life-and-death activities. How can they stop because of one knife?" It's just that this knife is different from other knives. It's too big and too long!
After Ou Lao's special processing, Mo Qing's long sword was lengthened again, reaching a full seven feet, almost equivalent to a heavy cavalry lance. Coupled with his body and wingspan, once he swings, the coverage is desperate.
What is especially despicable is that while Mo Qing shouted wildly, he poured spiritual power into the blade, and then displayed another three feet of silver light on the flat and edgeless blade.
A huge figure suddenly appeared among the crowd, and everyone was stunned. At this moment, Mo Qing's body was whirling around. With the advantage of his dual cultivation, the strong physical body of the body refiner and the spiritual awareness and balance of the monk, the long knife spread out to shoulder height and swung it, drawing a huge circle.
At first glance, Mo Qing looked like a hammer thrower. He squatted down slightly and rotated the knife like a top with both hands.
The scene that followed made everyone who saw it so wide-eyed that they could hardly breathe.
Mo Qing is too tall! With a height of two and a half meters, even if he was squatting slightly, even if he deliberately lowered his arms, the position of the sword light was exactly on the necks of many soldiers.
A piece of silver light swept across, dozens of heads flew up, and several chambers of hot blood sprayed out!
On the battlefield, in the military formation, a strange scene appeared.
Dozens of heads flew into the air, with expressions of astonishment and even confusion on their faces, as if they were surprised why their field of vision suddenly became wider. Under the head, bodies spraying blood fountains kept running, taking more than ten steps before falling to the ground, smeared with bright red.
Following this sword light, a sudden change also occurred at the same time. The Wolf Fang warriors suddenly accelerated and crashed into the opponent's formation like an arrow from a string. Under the leadership of the first few people, they turned into an indestructible arrow and shot straight towards it.
There is no more confusion. The more than two hundred Wolf Fang warriors are like actors on the stage, switching the shapes they want with great ease. Stab the opponent's chest with bloody murderous aura and pass through it.
Looking from a distance, it was originally a group of square clouds facing a swarm of bees. Suddenly, the swarm of bees turned into a spear and penetrated Fang Yun directly. There was no pause in the whole process, not even a slowdown. It seemed like it was just a cloud, empty but with its own shape but without any resistance.
With bare hands? No, they have knives in their hands!
It was not until the moment when the enemy was engaged, until the moment when the opposing soldiers waved their weapons according to their own judgment to attack, that a long black knife suddenly appeared in the hands of these strong men with their teeth and claws bared, as if they were about to hit the sharp blade with their bodies. The blade was obviously black, but under the moonlight, it exuded a hint of coquettish red, as if it was a devil's eye, staring greedily at its target.
The brief shock could not make these elite soldiers flinch, but the subsequent scene made them completely frightened. The only thought that could emerge in their minds was: This is suicide!
No matter what weapon, evenSinging happily, the innocent souls are dancing. Only they are the eternal undefeated kings on the battlefield
Shangguan Yunfei¡¯s soul is wailing!
At this time, he truly realized what a thin line separates hell from heaven. One moment, he was still looking forward to an easy victory; the next second, he needed to consider how to make his opponent pay the price, how to make his opponent die!
Yes, one person dies!
In a four-to-one head-to-head confrontation, there are no plots, no traps, no monks to help, and no monsters to disturb. The only thing Shangguan Yunfei can hope for is to kill some of the opponent's people, or . . one person!
He has understood that defeating his opponent has become a luxury, and talking about victory against such an opponent will only make people feel ridiculous. Even their armor. . . No, even the soft armor can't break through the defense, so why win?
Shangguan is from a military-industrial family. His armor is not weak, his swords and guns are not weak, and his personnel are not weak. However, compared with these people opposite, there is a huge difference! What a difference!
"The sons and gentlemen died unjustly!"
They are brave enough and have the determination to die. However, many times, determination cannot solve any problems, and death cannot bring any results. The only thing left is the result of testing the other party.
The strong archers originally prepared to deal with the monks have already pressed forward, and the five hundred heavy cavalry have also been activated. Shangguan Yunfei understood that he would not survive tonight. The only thing he could do was to use the other party's blood to slightly cleanse the dirt on his body to avoid the saddest ending for the general.
In a battle with absolute superiority of troops, the opponent has zero casualties!
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