Martial arts start from Xiaobing in Xiangyang City

Chapter 3
What the hell!

Glancing at the desperate expressions of his comrades waiting to die, Lin Qing immediately understood that this is the place closest to the god of death!

On the other hand, the soldiers in the front row should die first, but the arrows landed in the middle and back rows, and they were arc-shaped, with the most serious casualties on the sides.

The most important thing is that the front row is well equipped, each wearing fine iron armor and holding copper and iron shields, even if there are arrows falling, they can easily block them with shields.

As for the soldiers in the southwest and southeast corners, although they didn't have shields, they at least had ordinary armor.

On the other hand, the ten of them had changed their positions suddenly, so their equipment could not be updated in time, and they had nothing but spears in their hands.

Seeing the countless arrows falling, Lin Qing suddenly felt like death was coming.

"Kang Long has regrets!"

The dragon's chant came suddenly, roaring again and again!

Lin Qing, who was extremely nervous, suddenly saw a golden dragon breaking through the sky, holding down hundreds of arrows with its two claws, and then throwing them to the ground.

But the rain of arrows was too huge. Even though more and more golden dragons were flying all over the sky, there were still a large number of arrows shooting at the soldiers on the ground, stabbing them to death.

But this scene is undoubtedly inspiring.

Listening to the roaring dragon chant, all the soldiers felt their blood flow, and they were no longer afraid.

"That's the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

Lin Qing also watched in amazement, and there was a longing in his heart, wanting to learn this god-level martial arts!

Turning the momentum of the battlefield with one's own strength is worthy of being a god-level martial art!

As powerful as a god!

However, Lin Qing quickly calmed down. Facing the rapid rain of arrows, he swung the spear in his hand like an airtight spear.

The spear seemed to come to life in his hands, and became more sensitive, resisting a large number of arrows one after another.

"Pfft!!"

However, soon the nine comrades beside him fell to the ground one by one, and more soldiers fell to the ground around him.

Even Lin Qing was attacked by more and more arrows and had nowhere to parry.

Seeing corpses all over the ground out of the corner of his eyes, Lin Qing immediately ignored the other, kicked up the corpses, and stomped casually behind them like a shadow.

Almost instantly, the corpse was shot with dozens of long arrows.

Lin Qing crouched down and hid in the pile of corpses, waiting for the rain of arrows to pass.

For him, all he wanted was survival and military exploits.

As for fighting for the court?

That is simply impossible. The demise of the Song Dynasty is already doomed, and Lin Qing will not go against the trend.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

……

For a while, there were continuous puffing sounds, and more and more corpses lay down in front of Lin Qing, forming a natural protective shield for him.

When the rain of arrows fell almost, when Lin Qing raised his head, more than half of his body was empty, and a large number of soldiers were shot and killed by the rain of arrows.

Glancing at the front row, the soldiers of both sides were already sticking together, fighting each other.

War is imminent!
No nonsense, only blood and corpses to remind you!
Kill each other and live!
If you are killed, you die!

Lin Qing didn't want to die. Facing a large group of enemy soldiers, he stepped out with one step, followed by another step, and his whole body quickly appeared in front of the enemy army like overlapping shadows.

"Pfft!"

Before the enemy could react, the spear had already pierced the opponent's body quickly, and the system prompt sound came to his ears in time.

Lin Qing listened to the prompt, quickly pulled out his spear, rushed into the enemy army, and continued to fight.

Killing a person in ten steps, leaving a thousand miles behind!
At this moment, Lin Qing deeply realized the meaning of this poem, really ten steps, no!It is one step to kill one person!
The figure kept moving rapidly, and the spear in his hand only had two movements, stabbing out, retracting, and the cycle continued.

He is like a killing robot, fighting like crazy, completely crazy!

Blood had already sprayed Lin Qing's body layer after layer. He was like a god of death, covered in blood.

He also didn't care about the disgusting strong smell of blood. At this moment, all he could think about was killing!
"Kill this man! Kill him together!"

"It's a demon! A demon!!"

"Run!"

……

From the beginning, when the enemy soldiers saw Lin Qing killing dozens of people in a row, they all gathered to kill him, but then they found that he was like a ghost, always suddenly appearing beside you, and then stabbed you with a spear.

Never sell second-hand, all are one-hit kills!
In the end, the soldiers were terrified and retired.

For a while, the entire southwest corner became chaotic, and the enemy army was routed.

Lin Qing listened to the system prompt and murmured: "135, it's not enough..."

Seeing that the soldiers were about to flee, Lin Qing stomped on and followed behind the soldiers like a shadow.

Like the god of death stalking, the soldiers were almost crying.

But Lin Qing didn't keep his hand, and stabbed out with a gun, passed through the opponent's throat, and followed closely behind.

He is like a killer on the battlefield, quietly following behind the enemy, and suddenly stabs out with a shot.

No one can escape his pursuit, everyone can only run away in panic.

The movement here is getting bigger and bigger, gradually causing the coach to move.

When he saw so many people being chased and killed by a soldier from the other side, Kublai Khan was so angry that he immediately said to Nimoxing beside him, "Nimoxing, go and kill this person!"

Nimoxing was one of the five Mongolian masters, he was sent to kill a small soldier, and he felt a little upset.

But the opponent could kill so many soldiers, and it seemed that they were not ordinary soldiers, so Nimoxing had no choice but to respond and flew to the battlefield.

Lin Qing had already gone mad at this moment, and fell into an unprecedented calmness. Except for the system prompt sounding in his mind, he did not respond to anything outside.

Only in this way can he forget his tired body and aching and weak limbs.

Once he thought of this, he was afraid that he would not even have the strength to hold a spear, so he could only keep fighting.

He continued to read: "192, 193, 194...200"

Just as the words were falling, Nimoxing had already approached, and a sound of breaking through the air sounded in vain.

Lin Qing came back to his senses suddenly, and saw a silver snake attacking in the void, which made him startled suddenly.

Fortunately, the reaction was not slow, and he stabbed with the spear in his hand.

"Crack!"

Immediately, the spear fell apart and fell to the ground.

The poisonous snake cunningly pierced Lin Qing's chest. In desperation, Lin Qing's body seemed to automatically turn into a ghost, striding across quickly, his hind feet following him like a shadow, and it was only a subtle movement, but he managed to avoid the fatal blow.

However, the terrifying wind carried by the poisonous snake still struck from the side.

Immediately, Lin Qing's left arm was numb and weak, as if he had been hit hard, he flew out weakly.

Dozens of people were knocked into the air one after another, and blood was sprayed out of the mouth, but there was a piercing pain in the arm in vain.

Lin Qing held his left arm and struggled to get up from the ground, looking at the man who fell to the ground in horror.

(End of this chapter)