Regarding the matter of melee combat, the experts on the continent must be the warriors of war intent.

The existence of the Terran War-Will Warrior is to use this special strength and skill to make up for their congenital defects.

Although Chu Ci did not have the power of battle intent, it did not mean that he would not be able to fight hand-to-hand.

When speed and strength reach a certain stage, hand-to-hand combat is no longer limited to any moves.

It's like an MMA featherweight champion facing a black bear, will the black bear lock its throat, no, will the black bear be armbar, will it not, will the black bear know ground skills, and it won't, but the black bear will still beat the featherweight champion and find his teeth all over the ground.

Yan Entropy is a good example, in the battle of the Holy Mountain, he killed the sky as if he was chopping melons and vegetables, and died in his hands, and the Holy Court was armed not a hundred but eighty, not to mention twenty or thirty warriors with war intent.

Therefore, the power of war will is only an auxiliary thing, and it does not mean that you can't fight without this thing.

The fighting spirit is nothing more than to make the five senses sharper, the strength is greater, the reaction is more outstanding, and the resistance to beating.

When you have enough strength and speed, have a sharper five senses, and have a faster reaction ability, there is no difference from having the power of battle will.

Chu Ci's barbarian battle ring is equivalent to a temporary amplifier, which also has the function of battle intent, which is bigger, longer, stronger, and more durable.

He has always thought that the barbarian battle ring and the battle spirit power are similar, but the latter can be released and covered on armor and weapons, while the former is stepped on, both can improve the abilities of the body in a short time, and the nature is the same.

The improvement of the power of battle intent requires continuous training and accumulation after release, while the barbarian battle ring is different, on the contrary, it is necessary to improve the physical strength without releasing it.

Therefore, the cultivation of battle intent power is divided into many ways, the more advanced the more the law does not pass on the six ears, the barbarian battle ring is different, Chu Ci feels that it is okay to do two push-ups, to do some burpees, even if it is to practice ancestral skills, you can improve your physical fitness, as long as you consume calories in your body.

Regarding the matter of improving the barbarian battle ring, Si Teng also conducted a comprehensive analysis from the perspective of a scientist.

In Sten's words, it is necessary to let the body consume more calories than the intake of calories at the beginning, and then absorb enough nutrients and improve muscle content and cardiopulmonary load intensity.

Chu Ci thinks this point of view is very correct, because he has heard others say it before, and the jargon is called ---fat and muscle gain!"

Later, Chu Ci thought about it and understood, the barbarian battle ring is the gym master, the warrior warrior is the one who practices sanda, and the iron one may not be able to beat the one who practices sanda, all of them are on the same "quantity".

And Chu Ci, who stepped on the barbarian battle ring, belonged to the gym master, and if the "quantity" went up, he didn't need any skills or anything like that.

Just like Flame Entropy, as a humanoid weapon of a second-level civilization, he doesn't use any skills when beating up gangsters on Earth, because it doesn't make sense.

Just like Qiao Feng, Gan Murong reused the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, and Gan Gu Mozhi used the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, so he couldn't use the eighteen palms of the dragon for a small soldier's armor.

When you reach a certain level and height, you can do whatever you want.

So Chu Ci, who is now a master of the gym, has a sound of breaking the air every time he slashes, and the two Wu hook scimitars are considered long weapons, so there is no need to look for opponents at all, in short, they are reckless.

Skills or something, useless, with enough armor, sharp enough weapons, strong physical strength, keen reflexes, all that remains to do is one word--- reckless!

Although there are a large number of enemies, Chu Ci is not embattled and the enemy is on his back, because he can hit the wall, at most, he can contact three or four enemies at the same time, and lie down with a knife The kind of miscellaneous enemy.

At this time he was in the passage in front of the statue of the Holy Father, which was neither wide nor too narrow, but just enough for four or five Bimon warriors to walk side by side.

However, as more and more Beamon warriors climbed the city wall to support, it was difficult for Chu Ci to take a step forward in the face of the enemy who went forward and followed.

Not far behind him were the remnants of the Holy Son Garia and Morning Star, and Chu Ci could only buy time for everyone and himself.

No matter how arrogant he is, he doesn't think he can withstand the army of nearly 10,000 Bimeng, and now it's not his life, but luck, luck, the elemental blockade circle loses its effect, as long as the morning star summons the dragon, or the remote teleportation circle can be used, dozens of armed personnel from other dioceses can also come, but bad luck, everyone dies here together.

Since it is time to fight and luck to fight, Chu Ci is not in a hurry to slash and kill, try to master the rhythm of the battle, and try not to kill if he can, anyway, the corridor is so big, the more people lying down, the slower the people behind will rush.

Chu Ci, who was covered in blood, kept harvesting life like a killing god, and after putting down his armor, he stepped on the corpse of the orc, brandished the scimitar like a Wu hook, and stepped on the barbarian war ring, killing numbly like a tireless machine.

Chu is brave, and so are the orc warriors.

Most of the orc warriors are wolf cavalry who come and go like the wind, and these warriors guarding the Bimon frontier have already honed their indomitable will and the spirit of not fearing death, even if they know that they can't break Chu Ci's armor and can't block the scimitar made of frozen iron in Chu Ci's hand, they still regard death as home, even if their lives can be exchanged for a gap the size of a grain of rice on the opponent's weapon.

On this continent, there are two things that are least valuable, one is human rights and the other is human life.

Bear Commander Bell, who was stabbed with a dagger in his waist, put on heavy armor and tried to fight Chu Ci several times, but finally became timid.

A voice in his heart told him that such an opponent could not be defeated head-on, and could only be slowly consumed.

The Beamon Bear warriors have always been known as the king of infantry, and they are also considered to be famous on the mainland, and even the barbarians have to admit that they can't compete with the bear clan because of their individual combat ability.

But the commander of the bear clan looked at Chu Ci, who was covered in blood, and was timid.

When he looked at the Dragon Knight Morning Star from behind, he was not timid, and even eager to try.

But now facing Chu Ci, he didn't want to gamble with his life.

Because the means of killing are different, Morning Star kills, not bloody, and can even be called art, a knife, a punch, and a kick.

Look at Chu Ci again, like a mad dog, what he cuts, he scolds people while chopping back, and the death is ugly, like a mad dog.

It's no wonder that Chu Ci is not to blame, as a senior dick of the earth, while fighting, he is calling out what "grass, do S you, accept it or not, X you X accept it or not, hack you to death" Words like this seem to be imposing.

Not only the bear man Bell, but also the Morning Star and the Holy Son in the distance behind Chu Ci, as well as a group of Terran attendants, were also speechless.

If you want to say that Chu Ci is not a master, they have almost never seen such a brave person, the flesh and blood of the two long knives are wide open and killed, but if you want to say that Chu Ci is a master, they always feel that Chu Ci is no different from a stinky hooligan fight, while fighting with the three-character scripture, the posture is even more unsightly, relying on thick armor, kicking the crotch, kicking the face, pouting the ass and chopping the neck and the like, do everything.

Picking up the whip, Bell took a few unobtrusive steps back, and shouted at his cannon fodder soldiers to rush to their deaths.

The battle between the knife and the bone was still continuing, and even Chu Ci didn't notice that there was a gap around him, and several wolf cavalrymen could obviously cross him to get close to the Holy Son and the others, but the wolf cavalry didn't do it, as if every warrior had reached a tacit agreement, killing Chu Ci was their only task, if they didn't kill this evil star in the corridor, they wouldn't be able to return alive even if they rushed in.

Chu Ci, who had already killed the red eye, no longer cared why he was unlucky enough to run here, and he now had only one goal, that is, to kill the bearman commander Bell.

Chu Ci knew that more than twenty meters away, the bear man who had his subordinates rushing up to death with a whip was a nobleman.

This reminded him of flame entropy.

Entropy was not a nobleman of the Devonian, so he had no choice but to kill someone under the swing of the nobleman's whip, or be killed.

I don't know when it started, Chu Ci also particularly hated this "species" called aristocracy.

The corpses under their feet, most of them were wolf cavalry.

These warriors guarding the frontier are not the main battle race, if the bear man Bell organizes the lion tiger prince and the Biao warrior to add a few bear warriors together, even if they can't kill Chu Ci immediately, at least they will entangle him.

However, the bearman commander did not do this, he took the lives of the nobles very seriously, and would rather die dozens or even hundreds of ordinary wolf cavalry than let the nobles suffer a little damage.

Chu Ci was very disgusted with this, and he felt it in his bones.

The wolf cavalry was silent, silent when it charged, and silent when it died, and in the corridor of sound, only the roar of the bearman commander shouting the charge.

The more he heard this voice of "supervising the war", the more angry Chu Ci became.

He doesn't like to continue to slaughter wolf cavalry, especially when dealing with countless wolf cavalry, the other party's cold and unwavering eyes always make him feel that he is doing a very normal thing, so that he does not feel that he is killing a living life, but a numb and fleshless "thing".

Chu Ci, who was full of anger, kicked down the wolf cavalry charging in front of him, saw the opportunity, and threw Wu Hook, who was holding in his left hand, out fiercely.

It's a pity that the quasi-head thing has always been out of contact with Chu Ci, and the Wu hook scimitar split the leprosy face of a hawk man in the rear, at least five meters away from the bear man Bell.

"Xiong Er has the ability, don't run, Lao Tzu will go over and kill you in a while!"

Chu Ci scolded, picked up a small round shield from the ground and put it on his left hand, holding the Wu Hook Scomatar in his right hand and continuing to chop.

He had already decided that even if he died here today, he would have to pull a few nobles on his back.

Isn't it life-sparing, it's you people who are life-saving.