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Tired, tired... But you can't escape, you can't retreat, you can only move forward, the only way forward seems to be killing and fighting, sometimes Jing Heng also wonders if this army will be real, he is really killing, but he can't find the answer, and the answer is meaningless, it seems that the endless army, whether it is real or vain, can only kill Jing Heng and block his way, only war.

Kill the king or kill the general, Jing Heng began to think like this, but.... For five days, only the drums of war were heard, no drums of war, no commanders were heard, or no commanders were heard.

Although tired and tired, Jing Heng felt relaxed, just fighting and just killing, if there was only these, the so-called big murder road might not be difficult, but is it really only these, Jing Heng didn't think it would be so simple in his heart.

In the past few days, killing the enemy in the military formation, it has helped him sharpen his martial arts skills, whether it is the soldiers or cavalry, or even the war horses comparable to spirit beasts are not comparable to spirit beasts, they seem to have some complete life and wisdom, and they also have a completely different understanding of killing the enemy.

Even in front of countless cavalry, Jing Heng did not take off, standing between the blood and water, the stumps, the broken flesh, the broken armor, as if taking root, in order to be cautious, he didn't want to retreat because of the change of body shape in the air, and his steps and body would be more comfortable and flexible when he stood on the ground.

Bang, the blood of the skull of the bursting war horse was sprinkled on the outside of Jing Heng's body, and it was blocked by an invisible force and dripped to the ground, a punch smashed the head of the charging war horse, and the finger pierced into the chest of the cavalry holding the war spear that fell from the war horse, and the power between the fingers exploded in the cavalry's body, and the body of the cavalry wearing battle armor exploded into a blood mist, Jing Heng raised his hand to the right side and struck out a fierce fist, even in the face of the charging war horse, he did not avoid it at all, relying on the strong physical strength to shake the power of the charge.

He was no longer thinking about how to pass through this place, but sharpening himself, facing the charging war horse cavalry to kill the past, step by step, unswerving.

This is a long canyon more than half a mile wide, lined with steep cliffs that go straight to the sky, not wide, there are only iron-blooded soldiers and Jing Heng in the canyon, and Jing Heng wants to move forward only to open a way forward, there is no other way.

How long Jing Heng has gone, how far Jing Heng has gone, he doesn't count, how many soldiers, cavalry and war horses he has killed, he doesn't bother to think about it, the sound of war drums is still echoing in the canyon, shaking his heart, and it also makes people fight.

If you go on like this, sooner or later you will fall from exhaustion, even if you don't retreat for half a step, he won't be able to hold out for long, Jing Heng understands very well in his heart, after all, those sergeants are not scarecrows to be slaughtered by him, they are all living and immortal people who have the innate strength of monks, the more he goes forward, the more his heart sinks, even if it is as easy as he thinks, the only way to kill the sergeant is no longer so simple, there are precise requirements for people's will, mentality, reasonable tactics and the use of physical strength, otherwise even if it is ten times more powerful, I am afraid that it will not be able to go to the end, and it will be forced back or even killed by the surging sergeants。

"++, I fell into the pit..."Jing Heng scolded himself with a wry smile, he didn't know if he would take a step back and start over, whether he would start again or not face the infinite army array... Shaking his head and shaking off the idea of starting again, he said to himself, "Hold on until you are completely exhausted and then see" After speaking, he clenched his fists fiercely and knocked over the dozen or so cavalrymen who were already less than a meter away from him, and the fist wind shook and overturned the war horse, and also knocked away the cavalry who was killed with a war spear on the war horse.

Those cavalry who were knocked out also did not die, Jing Heng did not pursue, and the constantly changing and rushing war horse cavalry around him already needed him to deal with it, although he tried to kill with one blow, but he did not force it.

Jing Heng really felt that he had misunderstood when he first stepped into the fog, what kind of brave road is this, this is the road of the brave who will never retreat, this is the road of killing and killing gods, is the so-called road of great murder a road of killing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?

Jing Heng is hesitating now, if he goes down the battle, he will go first and kill firmly step by step, and it will be much easier to rush down, and he will speed and gallop quickly by tearing open gaps in the military formation.

Jing Heng has never been stupid, he knows that tearing the army formation and moving quickly and galloping is the most effortless and easy way, but... After hesitating, he still resolutely chose a very reckless and stupid path, sharpened his body and slowly advanced to his limit.

Before he knew it, he had been working hard in the military formation for twelve days, and the limit had arrived early, and his blood, essence, true qi, and spiritual strength were not good, even if he couldn't keep up with the recovery speed.

There seems to be a way to live, only a step back is a way to live, just start over, but can you really retreat? This time you retreat, will you still have the perseverance to go further next time?... Many of the questions Jing Heng is asking himself.

There is also a huge gap in the strength of the iron-blooded elite soldiers, even if they are at the congenital level, it is completely impossible to judge the strength of those sergeants who are decisive in killing and not afraid of life and death by relying on the clothes, armor or weapons and weapons worn by those sergeants who are decisive in killing... But after holding out for twelve days, he saw a team of thousand-strong swordsmen, dressed in gorgeous robes, lining up with cavalry and swords to the sound of trumpets and war drums.

As soon as he fought, Jing Heng knew that he had encountered a ruthless corner, those swordsmen were much more than the cavalry and sword soldiers in terms of cooperation and personal strength, their strength was not easy to judge, if it was defined by the realm of cultivation, it was almost between the innate top level and the congenital consummation, most of them had the innate limit of terrifying power and body, but the sword style was a sword technique that had never been seen before.

In the final analysis, Jing Heng is only a half-step away from the dust, and he is also in the innate realm, whether it is the limit of innate perfection or the innate great perfection or the half-step detachment that comprehends the principle of leaving the dust, he has not transcended the innate realm, at this time, facing thousands of swordsmen who are almost in the same realm as him, there are more than a dozen sword marks and a pierced blood hole on his body in the blink of an eye.

Those swordsmen not only have a battle formation suitable for the battlefield, but also have a sword formation to cooperate, attacking and defending in an orderly manner, even if Jing Heng exchanges injuries for opportunities to kill several swordsmen, the battle formation, and the sword formation is not chaotic.

Have you reached the limit? It's early, do you want to retreat? Jing Heng immediately spat out a mouthful of blood foam, retreated, and didn't believe that this was the end of him.

Jing Heng touched the space ring, there was an extra purple talisman in the palm of his hand, the essence blood of his fingertips was smeared on the purple talisman, and between the shaking of his figure, a delicate purple gold war bird appeared above his head, he did not let the purple gold war bird enter the battle, but kept pinching the seal, his body flashed in the sword light, and his mouth drank softly, "Turning soldiers!"

Purple gold war birds can be turned into battle wings for auxiliary battles, can also be turned into part of the battle armor, can also be turned into weapons, such a mysterious thing Jingheng can only be seen in the ancient city of heaven abandonment.

The weapon that Jing Heng wants to transform into a purple gold war bird is not a sword, a sword, a sword, or a stick, but a pair of gloves as thin as a cicada's wings, and there are only a transformation weapon that can be transformed according to the master's intentions, and the purple gold war bird transformation assistance can only transform into a pair of battle wings, and the transformation battle armor can only be transformed into an arm guard at this time with the realm of the purple gold war bird, and when its own realm reaches a certain level, it may be able to transform into a full set of battle armor.

What is the function of the glove, it is to assist the hands to remove part of the shock power, and it is to bless the fist mark palm finger strength that is struck, so that the power plus the glove transformed by the purple gold war bird increases part of the power.

Wearing purple gold gloves, the flexibility of the fingers was not affected at all, and with a palm slap, there was a trace of purple gold in the cloud qi of the Phantom Cloud Palm, and the palm power was improved, and the most important thing was that the palm hit the sword blade and the palm could not feel much sharp damage from the sword blade.

Jing Heng, who rarely uses weapons, has to change in order to go on at this time, he knows very well that if he lets the purple gold war bird that is not much weaker than himself in the form of a war beast, it will help him more, but it is not his battle, he still wants his own battle.

Although he only had an extra pair of purple and gold gloves, Jing Heng was a little more relaxed in the face of the swordsman battle formation and with the sword formation, and with his current physical strength, he was not afraid of the flesh palm and the sword blade, but the edge would always hurt his body, and the injury would accumulate into a lot of damage to the blood and essence of the consumption.

One by one, the swordsmen fell, Jing Heng's body was also a little crumbling, he was a little helpless, the non-stop battle for more than ten days had exhausted his energy and physical strength, and his mental power was no longer so concentrated, and his true qi was almost exhausted.

Jing Heng, who was standing among the swordsmen, sighed helplessly, and a pair of hands with transparent purple and gold gloves were put together, "Purple Bird Wings!" He had to release the purple gold war bird of the transfiguration soldier and transform into a pair of extremely exquisite purple wings that appeared behind him.

The battle wing will not bless his strength and speed, but the battle wing can communicate with heaven and earth, gather the power of heaven and earth to assist the host to accelerate the recovery of its own strength, a pair of ruler-long purple wings behind him fanned slightly, and the pure heaven and earth yuan power poured into Jing Heng's body from the vest endlessly, which was more than a percent faster than his own natural recovery speed in the battle of the integration of heaven and earth, and everything was caused by the dense spirit patterns on the purple war wings, not to mention that Jing Heng was distracted.

Jing Heng himself sighed that the purple order was a little too extraordinary, it was a universal auxiliary prop in the battle, I really don't know what state the original abandoner would develop such a product, the purple command can be attacked, defended, assisted, and can exist independently as a comrade-in-arms...

The essence qi, the true qi is recovering at a speed that is one percent faster than before, even if it is so quiet, it still feels that it is not enough, but it can only be done like this, silently reciting the Lingzang Sutra and striking dozens of punches in a row, and the figure wanders among the swordsmen.

(———— To be continued!!————