Martial arts start from Xiaobing in Xiangyang City

Chapter 6
Even though he now has a huge sum of [-] military exploits, he can only exchange for a book of middle-level martial arts, let alone superior martial arts, and god-level martial arts.

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Nine Suns Divine Art...these are all god-level martial arts.

Therefore, Lin Qing attaches great importance to this "Sakyamuni Throwing Elephant Technique".

After touching the corpse, Lin Qing glanced at Guo Daxia, only to find that the two had already fought thousands of meters away.

The place where it was located was like a battle between gods and gods. The constant rumble of thunder and thunder was terrifying, causing no one to approach within hundreds of meters!
Lin Qing just looked at it from a distance, and felt that two strong auras were colliding violently. Under this aura, he was like an ant, and he would die when he touched it.

A trembling from the depths of the soul kept coming, making Lin Qing subconsciously avoid his eyes and turn his eyes elsewhere.

I couldn't help being shocked in my heart, "As expected of a god-level martial art, the two of them are really like gods, and they are really powerful beyond imagination."

In addition to being shocked, Lin Qing also looked forward to becoming stronger, looking forward to the scene after he became stronger.

If you want to be strong, you must kill more people and gain more military exploits.

Immediately, Lin Qing no longer hesitated, his figure flickered, like the only ghost killer on the battlefield.

He always appeared suddenly, always accompanied by a spear, the spearhead pierced the soldier's body hard, and then pulled out.

No soldier can escape his attack.

Even if a soldier escaped by chance, his wrist always shook strangely, and the spear pierced again at an incredible angle.

The weird Spirit Snake Fist was in his hands, shining through the Yang Family Spear, showing the weirdness to the fullest.

He is like a poisonous snake on the battlefield, always displaying various strange figures, and suddenly devours him.

His arms seem to be able to perform various actions that ordinary people can't imagine, and bend in various unbendable places to exert such a magical effect.

And this set of boxing techniques that Ouyang Feng realized from the dancing of the snake's body also ushered in its highlight moment, showing its value to the fullest.

As for the Yang family's marksmanship, it was obviously a dignified and dignified way, but in Lin Qing's hands, it gradually turned into a weird and slanted marksmanship.

But the power has also become more and more terrifying, losing some defensive capabilities, and mainly focusing on assassinating the enemy.

"235"

"236"

……

"295"

Lin Qing's figure kept flickering, and there were more and more dead souls under the spear. He fell into a trance again, his mind was blank, and he only had infinite killing thoughts.

In his mouth, he kept repeating the prompts from the system in his mind, and he kept walking. Although the broken shoes had long been worn out, he was still as fast as the wind when he was walking barefoot, and his shots were as steady as Mount Tai, and his spear was deadly.

The footsteps continued to follow like a shadow, and the spear in his hand continued to stab out.

At the end of the killing, he found that there were corpses everywhere within a radius of hundreds of miles, but there was no one there.

A large number of soldiers either fled completely, or became the souls of Lin Qing's beheading.

Even his own people looked at Lin Qing in fear, not daring to approach this killing god at all.

"Woooooo~"

But at this time, the horns of the Mongolian army came, and the soldiers who were chased away by Lin Qing were relieved, and turned around and fled immediately.

Even if they fought ten times on the battlefield, they have never felt so tired today. They only want to never meet this god of death again.

"There are 5 more people..."

These soldiers wanted to escape, but Lin Qing refused to let them go. He muttered in his mouth, but he was walking like meteors, and his figure quietly appeared behind a group of soldiers like phantoms.

"Pfft!"

Spear out the dragon!

A spear pierced the soldier directly, then quickly pulled out the spear and ran to the next soldier.

The movement here immediately alarmed the soldiers around him, and in the horror in his eyes, Lin Qing stabbed out with a spear again.

puff!

Blood spurted out all of a sudden, and the soldiers looked at the base camp not far away, and reluctantly reached out to grab it, but it was in vain.

As Lin Qing pulled out the spear, all vitality disappeared immediately, and he fell to the ground powerlessly.

"There are still 3 people left."

Lin Qing murmured, and then rushed again.

But at this moment, a large number of soldiers had already returned to the base camp, especially when they learned that the devil was still on a rampage, they fled faster immediately.

Lin Qing could only chase them all the way to the enemy's sphere of influence.

Seeing that there were still hundreds of meters to reach the base camp, fortunately, Lin Qing also saw a large number of soldiers running.

Immediately, Lin Qing speeded up regardless of his fatigue, and his figure flickered again and again.

"Pfft!"

There was a soft sound, and the fast-running soldier froze all over, and then the luster of his eyes dimmed, and his head fell down weakly.

Lin Qing turned his wrist slightly, exerting force in vain, and slapped the end of the spear with the heel of his palm, piercing straight through the soldier's body, and stabbing the soldier in front quickly.

Lin Qing stepped forward, followed his figure like a shadow, came to the front in a few breaths, and pulled out his spear.

The entire spear was soaked in blood, and the bloody liquid was dripping continuously.

Lin Qing didn't care the slightest bit, he grabbed the spear and wanted to stab again.

"Bold madman! How dare you commit murder in my base camp!"

Although Lin Qing's speed was not slow, but after all, he was close to the enemy's base camp, and someone reacted almost instantly.

Immediately, a pure steel mourning stick was waved towards Lin Qing, and the strong wind made Lin Qing's cheek hurt.

In an instant, Lin Qing knew that he had met a master, and immediately followed his footsteps like a shadow, retreating quickly, and retreated several meters away in an instant.

But the intensity of a few meters is nothing in the eyes of warriors.

I saw a zombie-like man leaping forward and appearing in front of Lin Qing across a distance of several meters.

Looking at this ugly face, with greed and viciousness in his eyes, he immediately guessed the origin of the other party.

"Xiaoxiangzi, even Nimoxing died in my hands, are you rushing to die?"

While speaking, Lin Qing suddenly took out a bottle, pulled out the cork and was about to sprinkle it on Xiaoxiangzi.

There was poisonous sand in Xiaoxiangzi's mourning stick, so he subconsciously thought that Lin Qing was going to sprinkle poison, so he immediately jumped to one side.

(End of this chapter)