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Jing Heng in the battle suddenly paused slightly, and in a short moment, seven or eight sharp sword blades had appeared on his chest, and he woke up and fell to the ground and rolled forward, and the three-style Lanfeng sword finger was already pointed out on the ground.

The inadvertently struck out of the life-destroying fist just now has gone beyond the scope of strength and skill, not only into the momentum of destruction, but also stirring the power of heaven and earth, how that punch was hit, Jing Heng was thinking about it, so there was a trace of dullness.

He seems to have grasped something, but it seems to be separated by a layer of fog, that is the level of the skill that Silver Wing Shu'er said, his skill is still at the level of force, technique, and speed, and the power of integration into the potential cannot transcend the essence of still staying at that level, the unintentional punch just now, it seems to touch the second layer of momentum, mystery, and will at the level of the skill mentioned by Silver Wing Shu'er, although it is different how to integrate the will of his body into his own body in combat skills, and he doesn't understand the mystery, but the momentum is still slightly understood.

The gap is not ordinarily big, and the Silver Wing Shu'er is afraid that they are already in the second level of the technique, and they have already touched the charm of the technique, and they are climbing towards the third level, and he still has to work hard towards the second level of the technique.

Although there is no obvious definition of the skill level of Silver Wing Shu'er, the gap between power and combat effectiveness is still obvious, and the strength of different realms is different, so it will not be considered, if it is in the same realm, the perception level of combat techniques is different, and the difference is a little too big in battle.

When he arrived at the swordsman, Jing Heng finally understood the sentence, what does it mean not to retreat, not to retreat is not a way to let the monk bind his body, not to retreat, but a kind of momentum, a kind of spirit, no matter what living beings hinder me, just move forward, without this kind of spirit, only stay in the essence of not retreating, I am afraid it will be difficult to support my will and mind.

After more than ten days of fighting, Jing Heng felt that it was worth the money, because he was not facing dead things, but living predators, and each hundred battle sergeant had his own style, although he was an enemy, he felt and comprehended in the constant battle compared to fighting with non-intelligent things such as spirit beasts, giant beasts, mutant beasts, and even wooden golems.

Jing Heng has never been a warrior, because of his ability to retreat, and he has never been a fighter, because he does not have such a strong desire to win, he only thinks about how to survive and how to become stronger.... But at this time, he will not retreat, not because he has the courage not to retreat, but simply because there is some strength he needs on the road ahead, he will not retreat.

When the last swordsman was shattered by Jing Heng's head, and his brain was splashed with blood, Jing Heng saw two neat rows of armored soldiers appear in the narrow canyon behind the swordsman, and the two rows of soldiers stood in columns, and in the middle stood a majestic general with iron armor and a big sword, he seemed to be waiting for Jing Heng, seemed to be staring at the sky, standing there motionless.

"Walk through the 5,000-mile military formation, kill me a million soldiers, you deserve the general's shot!" The general staring at the sky looked at Jing Heng, and at a glance, Jing Heng seemed to see the scene of thousands of miles of blood churning and hundreds of millions of corpses.

Jing Heng didn't speak, calmly stared at the general with a big sword, looked at each other for a moment, Jing Heng took a step forward, the last two of the two columns of soldiers shot at the same time to intercept, Jing Heng raised his hand to slap an armored guard, a punch pierced the armor of a guard, and the two columns of soldiers were like two swimming long snakes that instantly changed to surround Jing Heng.

With both hands clenched into fists and purple wings on his back, two fist marks were struck, Jing Heng's body shook, the blood and qi in his throat surged, he stopped retreating, his body rose vertically, and he turned around with a pounce to avoid a spear hitting one of the guards, and slapped a palm with his backhand to shake another guard away.

Si Si's cracking sound slashed down with incomparable scorching blood, Jing Heng instinctively wanted to avoid it, but his body just moved, and his intuition told him that he couldn't avoid it, so he turned around and threw a punch, the fist collided with the scorching blood, Jing Heng took a half step back and grabbed the spear stabbed in his back and shook it hard, and the cherry red blood from the corner of his mouth continued to drip down.

"Kill!" Jing Heng burst out, his whole body was full of strength, and he hit another punch against the scorching blood-red sword, and the huge force hit him, Jing Heng's feet were slightly bent into an iron plate bridge to bear the terrifying power, and the fists became scorched black as if they were burned, and there were two knife cuts, and the general had already appeared in the battle array with a big knife in both hands, and the two knives seriously injured Jing Heng twice.

The big knife was swung down for the third time, Jing Heng suddenly smiled, he felt what he wanted in the scorching blood-red sword, momentum, will, mystery, although it was difficult for him to perform such an attack, but it did not prevent him from feeling and experiencing it personally.

The momentum contained in a knife is the power of killing and slashing, the power of sharpness, the power of blood rage, the power of three heavenly potentials, the big knife contains the general's commander's will, the will of bravery, the will to die endlessly, and the mystery of war, the mystery of the knife, the mystery of incineration.... Jing Heng suddenly felt lucky, glad that he had personally endured and comprehended so much of the deep meaning in that knife, even if it was something that he didn't know a little about, even if he didn't know it now, why couldn't he feel it in his opponent before, and he couldn't realize it by himself with Silver Wing Shu'er's shot... It turns out that I am still far away, just looking, it is not enough to see from a distance, I must bear to experience it....

Can you fight, Jing Heng asked himself, deduced it several times in his mind, and he came up with the answer: There is a chance, just a chance is enough, the strength of the big sword general and those sergeants is really not easy to define with the realm of cultivation, but the big sword general is very strong, very strong, stronger than Jing Heng really fought against the strongest Feng Junyi, but he feels that he has a chance, so he will not retreat, he will not give up.

At the moment when General Dadao made a move, the armored guards around him retreated one after another, neatly and orderly, and the military discipline was strict, except for the remaining guards who were killed by Jing Heng one after another, they formed a circle formation, and circled the open space in the middle for their generals to confront Jing Heng, which was a battle that belonged to their generals.

It's disgusting, although the situation at this time is conducive to the lonely Jingheng, but do you think these are really qualified soldiers, and they still play the trick of the general, if they are themselves.... If you are the broadsword general, you will let everyone slowly wear each other to death in wheel battles, and from time to time seize the opportunity to slash the enemy is the right way, no matter what battlefield etiquette... Jing Heng, who thought like this, was happy in his heart, he really couldn't be a general, so he was an inconspicuous little person, but the little man also had the ambition of a little person, and the ambition to live like Xiao Qiang.

There is also Jing Heng who is leisurely and easy to have fun for himself, his mind slowly relaxes, and his mood becomes extremely calm, the opponent at this time is probably a fierce man who can lose his life by negligence, except for a pair of purple wings covered with sky patterns behind him, Jing Heng's whole body is relaxed, and his momentum and mentality are all absorbed into his body, and he does not leak out at all.

The general put the broadsword more than two meters long on the ground, and seeing that the sergeants were all retreating, he lifted the broadsword more than eight feet long with one hand and slashed it at Jing Heng with a light weight.

Jing Heng took a step sideways, and hit a punch to meet the knife brought up by the big knife, and the fist strength and sword dissipated at the same time, but Jing Heng's fist strength was obviously weaker, because although the knife cut out by the big knife was scattered, the castration of the big knife did not stop.

With a dull whirring sound that cut through the air, the big knife was close to the neck, the big knife was not a mortal thing at first glance, and the sharp blade palm was afraid that it could not be stopped, at this time, Jing Heng's palm flipped over, and he waved a dark straight knife with one hand in front of the big knife, "I'll go!" Jing Heng scolded secretly, one hand turned into two hands, the power on the big knife was unexpectedly amazing, and his terrifying physical strength was amazing and a little unbearable.

Pure wrestling, Jing Heng lost again, the general waved the big knife with one hand, and his hands could block it even if it was not his full strength, but the general was not full strength.

The Tang knife that has been rerefined by refining techniques, Jing Heng is almost the first time to use it, and the extremely light dragon pattern on the dark knife body looks like a lifelike pocket small glass dragon, and the current Tang knife is close to 100,000 catties, several times heavier than before.

The broadsword general has not moved anywhere, his moves are all wide open and closed, there is no subtlety at all, but Jing Heng completely follows his swing rhythm is not good and can't jump out, the wrestling between the big knife and the Tang knife is immediately closed, and then the head is chopped, Jing Heng just saw the slow big knife cut, thinking that he has more than a dozen ways to dodge, but gradually his face changed, and the moving gaps he saw were the most sharp places of the knife, only the power of retreating and standing in place would be the weakest...

It is a method of killing the enemy that has been tempered thousands of times, not any moves and martial arts but not half a point worse than any martial arts and combat skills, and every blow of the broadsword carries the general's cognition, will and heavenly power of the method of killing the enemy.

Jing Heng just prefers to fight with his hand, it's not that he is really not good at swords, after all, in the years of fighting with zombie mutant beasts and giant beasts on the earth, the Iron Bone Sword of Death and Life has always been with him, even if he is not good at it for decades, he is extremely proficient, and he may not be as handy as the fist technique and the finger technique, and it is not bad, and he still has a solid foundation for constantly refining the basic sword technique.

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