On the chaotic battlefield, the sound of shouting and killing echoed one after another. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Kill these guys!"

"Even the earthlings dare to resist?!" the celestial people gathered more and more, shouting arrogantly one by one.

Haruma's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw that some guys on the other side seemed to be hanging on their bodies... Uh, head.

Is it as trophies?

"Looks like you really want to die!" The voice was crisp and without a hint of trill.

"Hahaha, who do you think he is?" A celestial man with a cat's head raised his cat eyebrows with disdain, and the celestial people next to him also laughed, their faces full of arrogance.

Indeed, whether in the eyes of the celestials or the aspirants, they have already failed in this war!

But.

A cold breath suddenly came out.

The sky also seemed to be a little gray.

The cat-headed celestial laughed, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong. He looked down and saw a pair of eyes that looked like they were looking at a dead cat. Well, these guys aren't human beings at all in the eyes of the Blood Moon people!

Whew!

A figure broke through the air, and the cat-faced celestial man was stunned, and then lowered his head to look at his body. A line of blood appeared from his abdomen, and then, his body suddenly disintegrated into two, and at this time, a thick stream of hot blood sprayed out of his abdominal cavity.

The upper half of the cat-faced celestial fell to the ground, and a pair of green cat-eyes were still open, as if he couldn't believe that he was so dead!

Whew!

Before the other celestials could react, the figure had already swept past more than a dozen people.

A few meters away.

Harita slowly retracted the knife. The blade rubs against the scabbard, making a slight sound.

"Thirteen kills in one word!" there was a hint of coldness and loneliness in his voice.

The reason for this name is only because Harita doesn't like Fourteen. Fourteen's mayonnaise is horrible!

As for Mao He, a normal earthling can have this kind of speed, just look at the attributes of his body. Even if an ordinary person has been through years of hard training, his attribute value is only more than half of that of ordinary people, that is, about 1.5, but his three major attributes are all 3!

Qualitative!

Although he is still a human at heart, in the eyes of humans, he is a rakshasa!

Turn around.

Corpses in one place!

There was silence all over the room, and even the other combatants on the battlefield looked at this side in surprise.

Why is it so quiet?

In the field, the surviving celestials looked at the dead corpses all over the ground in amazement.

What the hell just happened?!Who did it?!

Before their pitiful intelligence could be used, the cardinals were already wielding their butcher knives. The face is indifferent.

Kill!

Like a dragon crossing a river, the cold light of the knife reflected their terrified faces, and blood gradually stained the land. Then, in the eyes of the surviving warriors, half in awe and half in adoration, Haruta rushed forward with the people of the Blood Moon.

Their battlefield is ahead!

.........

Boom!

The cannons on the side of heaven and man are still firing, and the cannon fire is pouring like a waterfall, and the earthquake will roar. Of course, the reason for firing the cannon is no longer to kill the enemy, but to punish the heart!

In the beginning, the so-called cannon was to disrupt the formation of the aspirants and eliminate some unlucky people by the way. Because, basically, if you are not too bad, you can dodge the guns of these earth cottages.

Otherwise, if the hot weapons are on the same page, then everyone will still have a hair, and Qingtai will not need to practice martial arts, so he will become a weapon research and development expert instead. Well, there is a system in place, and it is definitely not impossible to find a job.

However, it is a pity that the shells fired by these cannons are not only good in terms of explosive power, but also have an outrageous rate of fire and hit rate. It is estimated that those who work for the celestial beings are likely to cut corners.

And firing now is just to discourage the will of the Zoyi army to resist, so as to make a perfect ending for the end of the war.

The effect was good, and deserters began to appear among the aspirants. The so-called destruction of the embankment in an anthill is an extremely dangerous omen.

However, Haruta doesn't have the heart to care about these things now.

It's bad! It's bad!

The sight was all about the scene of the aspirants being surrounded by celestials, which was really beyond Harita's expectations, and he was expecting these people to hold out a little longer. It seems that directly engaging the elite of the other side is undoubtedly self-defeating!

More people must be rescued!

One thought after another flickered in Haruma's mind, and suddenly, Haruma turned his blade.

"Destroy enemy artillery positions!"

Swiftly, they rushed straight to their own formation along the gaps in the battlefield. The celestials along the way were obliterated and crushed. Of course, they didn't have a love affair either.

A few hundred people could not play a decisive role in such a big war. Their role is a miracle soldier!

Surprise soldiers, be fast!

The celestial people along the road spotted the troop dressed in sassy bags, but by the time they gathered, it was too late!

Harita snorted coldly, and in a few leaps, the figure almost turned into an afterimage, and came to the artillery position.

Boom! Boom!

With the light of his high sword, the barrel of the cannon was directly cut in half by him.

"Damn!" a celestial commander with an angry look in his eyes, he was the head of the celestial artillery position. At this time, he was tightly protected in the middle by a group of celestial soldiers.

Some celestial soldiers tried in vain to stop Haruma, but he was easily beheaded. The people of the Blood Moon may follow him and destroy the cannon. Or to block the attacking celestials.

Haruta didn't stop, barely pausing.

Boom!

With the last muffled sound, the artillery positions were completely destroyed!

The people of the Blood Moon let out a cheer.

The Celestial Commander's teeth were about to crush, but he was pulled back by his men. This group of red-clothed warriors was terrifying, and the guards around him had already suffered more than half of the casualties in just a few minutes!

Harita turned around and did not entangle with these celestial beings, but continued to act.

"Come with me!"

"Yes!"

.........

Whew!

Mud Mizui Jiro and Tatsugoro Terada retreated together, gasping violently back to back. A few meters outside of them, dozens of celestial beings were lying on the spot.

Mud Water Jiro didn't care about the wounds on his body at all, and his eyes were still fiercely staring at the celestials around him.

He is a powerful samurai!

In the original book, he is rated as having no less combat power than the peak of Gintoki! And the peak of Gintoki is a monster known as "White Yasha"! Therefore, he is also a person with the power to slash ships! And his companion Tatsugoro Teramoto, a man who can become the identity of Jiro, is naturally not a fuel-efficient lamp!

However, there are too many enemies!

It's like a certain song, like a tide.

Well, I think it's crooked.

"Kill!" the celestials gathered around again.

In their eyes, these two tired samurai are already their meal! No matter how good their skills are, they are not overthrown!

Mud Water Jiro Naga and Tatsugoro Terada swung their weapons fiercely, repelling attack after attack. But it is clear that there are fewer and fewer celestial beings who are under mortal attack. The pressure on them is increasing.

The body is slowing down.

Slows down.

Mud Mizujiro gritted his teeth, not caring about the bleeding wounds and sore muscles on his body. He promised that he would take care of Tatsugoro Terada!

Although he didn't know about it, it was his heart, and it was the samurai's promise!

A samurai can be a good guy or a bad guy, but promises must not be broken!

Peng!

A gunshot rang out, so abruptly.

Musuijiro looked at Tatsugoro Teramato who was blocking him in a daze.

"Tatsugoro-!"

Tatsugoro Teramoto still had that lazy look on his face, and he fell to the ground with a stagger.

"Jiro, take care of the ascendant for me!" But when he talked about the woman, there was still a sparkle in his eyes.

Mud Mizujiro burst into tears.

The second time in his life he cried, and the first time was when he told him that he was with Tatsugoro.

In this chaotic battlefield, Jirocho, who has been fighting for half his life, is inexplicably disgusted with this war.

He nodded heavily.

If these two people are not men, it will be another wonderful parting drama of life and death.