Reflect the world

Chapter 651 Is This Strength? (Second more)
Clang!
Jiang Zhiwei easily dodged the attack of the armored soldier in front of her. The long sword in her hand was drawn at a tricky angle, and she was about to pass through the soldier's chin, killing him on the spot.

But there was a bright knife slashing down beside her, forcing her to back up, and she had to take back the sword she had already handed out. The soldiers she was facing were not one, but a group.

For ordinary warriors, the fatal flaw had been exposed just now, and the battle was over, but for the back-to-back, life-and-death army, the battle had just begun.

brush!
The sharp long knife blocked the upper, middle and lower lanes. In Jiang Zhiwei's eyes, any soldier was full of flaws, but she didn't have a chance to draw a 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 stepping back, which made her heart sink.

Duoercha's army has been trained for a long time and has sufficient experience in dealing with martial arts masters.

They are like a ferocious beast trapped in a cage. The living space is constantly compressed, and the blood is cut on the body one after another. If the battle continues, it will reverse to an extremely dangerous situation.

"It can't go on like this."

Jiang Zhiwei gritted her teeth, ready to forcibly bear the knife and tear the battle formation apart.

Boom!
As soon as he made up his mind, he suddenly heard the dull sound of war drums in his ears.

There seemed to be the sound of watermelon cracking in my ears.

The ground was trembling slightly, as if a giant mammoth was galloping on the ground.

She looked back in astonishment, and saw that young man in animal skin calmly swung his fist, piercing through a grassland elite soldier in heavy armor weighing nearly one hundred kilograms in front of him.

The armor, which is difficult to pierce with ordinary swords, was pierced through by the young man's fist like paper.

"This……"

Jiang Zhiwei's small mouth opened into an O shape, and she almost gave up fighting.

If it is said that top martial arts or powerful true energy caused this scene, he can understand that it is easy for top martial artists to move mountains and fill seas.

As long as you have true energy and mobilize the power between heaven and earth, you can use all kinds of methods that are like gods and demons.

But relying on the most primitive power to cause all this is still the biggest shock to the soul.

However, once Tang Xuanming made a move, he would not stop at all, his whole body was like an ancient mammoth, going on a rampage.

The prairie elite soldiers in heavy armor in front of him were all like scarecrows, dying when rubbed against them.

"puff!"

Tang Xuanming slapped the head of an elite prairie soldier into his chest, and punched the heavily armored soldier to the ground with his backhand.

Visible to the naked eye, the huge armor swelled in a circle, like a pancake being spread out, and the scarlet blood mixed with flesh and blood slowly flowed out from the gap in the armor. The most primitive aesthetics of violence made everyone feel shocked .

Under the moonlit night, it was as if a demon god had revived from the earth.

Tang Xuanming's whole body was stained red with blood. The exhausted sword on his body was slashed and shattered into pieces, exposing his muscles like cast iron. Mixed with the scarlet blood, matching the screams around him, even if his mind was as tough as Jiang Zhiwei's I couldn't help but shuddered.

"Even the golden bell-covered iron cloth shirt in Buddhism is nothing more than that. This man is born with a well-trained physique."

Jiang Zhiwei was deeply shocked. Tang Xuanming's movements were simple and rough, and the murderous movements were done in one go. No matter whether it was the palms or soles of his feet, the characters touched would be broken into several pieces on the spot, or spread into a pancake.

It seemed that all the elite soldiers in the grassland had been trampled by giant mammoths. Even if they were lightly rubbed, their bones would be broken and their tendons would be broken.

"The devil, he is the devil."

The prairie elite soldiers who had been killing silently were on the verge of collapse, and the commander in black armor roared in the distance.

"Shoot the arrows, shoot the arrows, get out of the way, and shoot him dead."

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 grassland soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is he dead?"

"Is the devil buried?"

The moment the arrow fell, Jiang Zhiwei was startled. He could see that Tang Xuanming had never practiced any martial arts, and only relied on the most brutal muscles to fight there.

Facing the swords slashed by ordinary soldiers, his well-trained muscles and bones can ignore them.

But in the face of the arrows shot by the strong crossbow, even warriors with true energy are unwilling to confront them head-on.

But the surprise in her heart subsided quickly, and he saw Tang Xuanming, whose eyes were blood-stained, grab several iron armors around him the moment the arrow approached him.

pat!

The corpses of the two prairie elite soldiers who had been shot like hedgehogs fell to the ground, revealing Tang Xuanming who was standing there unharmed.

The remaining prairie elite soldiers suddenly collapsed, no longer having 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 didn't form an army formation, but an army that fled alone was easier for them than killing chickens.

There were corpses all over the ground, and occasionally there would be one or two weak howls, but they stopped quickly.

This cruel hell-like scene still couldn't calm Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan's hearts.

There seemed to be turbulent waves in their hearts.

Whoa!
A prairie soldier who was punched by Tang Xuanming on the tree and spread out like a pancake slipped from the tree like a piece of flowing water.

There was the sound of sand flowing, and bloody flesh and viscera mixed with a substance that was almost minced meat seeped through the gaps in the armor. Not long ago, this was a strong man with a stature over six feet.

Zhang Yuanshan's throat throbbed twice, and he almost vomited out.

Jiang Zhiwei's condition was much better. She even tried to lift the black armor with a long sword, but the armor was like water, and she couldn't lift it at all.

The inside of the armor seems to be filled with a puddle of sand.

"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, making him look like a boneless loach. Few people in the realm of enlightenment could bear such a punch.

Jiang Zhiwei looked up, a storm was blowing in her heart, she looked at Tang Xuanming who was standing in the center of the battlefield, dressed in ragged clothes, only some rags and animal skins covered his body, and smelled blood all over his body, and fell silent for a while.

And Tang Xuanming smiled at the shocked Jiang Zhiwei, feeling a little dissatisfied in his heart.

"I still haven't punched a small pancake, and it seems that my strength is still not strong enough."

In the mind, the voice of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation sounded slowly.

"Kill Duoercha's elite soldiers and reward everyone present with fifty good deeds."

(End of this chapter)