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In the rumbling war drums, these infantry are crazy towards Zhang Wuji, he felt the strangeness for the first time, although the number of enemy troops this time is the smallest, but the pressure on him is the greatest, this is a question worth pondering, after the battle, to think about the difference before and after.

Zhang Wuji swung his spear extremely fast, like a real stick shadow fan, and there was not a single standing enemy within a radius of one zhang in front of him. He didn't care about him behind him, just blindly rushed.

Zhang Sanfeng and others looked down from the mountain, only to see a high platform about one zhang high in the Tartar army, all around the high platform were Tartar soldiers, Zhang Wuji's direction of advance was this high platform, and the Tartar soldiers on the entire battlefield were concentrating on this high platform and killing Zhang Wuji. It was impossible to say that the four of them had already rushed into the crowd, and they were only ten zhang away from Zhang Wuji, but within ten zhang of this distance were the figures of Tartar soldiers.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed in his heart: "Why is this kid Wuji so murderous, it is right to capture the enemy and capture the king first, but with your ability, you could have captured him by easier means, why kill these many people, although they are all people from the Tartar side, they are just ordinary people." ”

This is the difference between a person in the martial arts and a politician in the court. Of course, Zhang Wuji knew that there was an easier way, one jump, he could reach the high platform within three breaths, and it was very simple for him to capture the king.

However, we can't use this way forever to fight the world, and it is even more impossible to govern the world. In the final analysis, whether it is now or in the distant future, ordinary people still have to account for the majority, and the rules of the game in this world can be formulated by the strong, but you must also let ordinary people adapt to this rule.

For example, now, with such a large area of Middle Earth, how much can he Zhang Wuji lay alone? And how much can it be protected? In the final analysis, it still needs other people to do it, and most of these people are ordinary people, these Tartar soldiers are very weak in his eyes, but compared with the soldiers of the uprising, they are very elite soldiers, especially their equipment, the Ming army can achieve such equipment conditions within ten years, even if the Ming Sect is well led.

Therefore, he is only now going to kill in battle, and he wants to spread the image of the invincibility of the Ming Sect through these defeated soldiers and spread it all over the world, and this will also greatly consume the elite soldiers of the Tartar court. In this way, the pressure on the Ming army will be much less.

Therefore, Zhang Wuji did not show any mercy when he killed these ordinary people, but this was something that people in the martial arts like Zhang Sanfeng could not imagine.

Although there are very few people on Zhang Wuji's side, the battle situation is still in a stalemate, and Zhang Wuji can't make a quick breakthrough now, but moves forward step by step. A corpse fell on the way forward. The Tartar soldiers who were pursuing behind them basically stepped on the corpses and attacked forward.

Zhao Min's face turned pale, she had never killed anyone, let alone given an order to kill, but she had never seen such a ruthless person, it was almost an hour, he was still killing, and his gun was still holding steadily. He should have killed two or three thousand people, was his heart really made of iron?

Although my father killed more people, it was just an order, and how powerful is it to kill people with his own hands like him? Zhao Min felt that her calves were weak for a while, and she was about to be unable to hold on.

Even the two elders of Xuan Ming also oozed beads of sweat on their faces at this moment, the Demon Sect is really a Demon Sect, killing people is really like cutting vegetables, and the two of them are really far worse than others.

Tengger had already approached twenty zhang forward, and he could clearly see Zhao Min on the high platform, as well as Zhang Wuji fighting in the crowd.

As a commander of the guards who had followed the king of Ruyang in the south and the north for many years, he thought that he had seen many capable people, but compared with today's encounter, those painful experiences in the past were really too trivial.

"Draw your sword and prepare for battle." He commanded loudly.

The distance from Zhang Wuji is only thirty zhang, and the battle is no longer inevitable, as for the bow and arrow, he has already given up, and the person who can't even deal with the bed crossbow is a useless waste.

The soldiers threw their longbows on the ground casually, pulled out the scimitars at their waists, and although their faces were ugly, their eyes were quite firm, after all, they were the personal guards of the King of Ruyang, and their quality was higher.

There is still a dense infantry at a distance of thirty zhang in front, and when these people are dead will they attack, this is how to fight, how can there be a war of the undead? In fact, the reason why many veterans on the battlefield can live longer is because they have long regarded themselves as dead.

"Master." I can't say that I waved the Qiankun air bag and swept the three Tartars, and panted at the same time.

They finally rushed behind Zhang Wuji, but this short stretch of road had already made each of them begin to feel that their qi was insufficient, even in a pseudo-innate realm like Dongfang Bai, they felt a little unbearable, these tartars seemed to be really crazy, and they rushed up desperately.

Zhang Wuji's consciousness swept away, and said: "Zhang Zhonghe Leng Qian came to me, and he couldn't say that he was behind the Dongfang White Palace. ”

It turned out that Zhang Zhong and Leng Qian were both injured, Zhang Zhong's thigh and waist were pierced by iron guns, but Leng Qian still had a gun head stuck in his left shoulder.

Zhang Wuji paused for a moment, stabilized the situation, and said, "Zhang Zhong, Leng Qian, quickly deal with the injuries on your body." ”

The battle was too fierce, and the two of them were injured and had not had time to treat their wounds, and they had lost serious blood, and their faces were almost as white as the skin of the wall.

"Sect Master, I can still fight." Zhang Zhong gritted his teeth.

"Fight." Leng Qian said a word.

"Listen to orders." Zhang Wuji ordered.

With a wave of his big gun, he swept down more than a dozen tartars who wanted to come up and pick up the cheap, and the spear was inserted into the ground, and a force walked out of the dantian between the chest and abdomen, and at the same time, a trace of spiritual energy flowed from the spiritual tree to wrap this strength, and the two penetrated each other.

It's slow to say, but it's all done in an instant. His neck suddenly protruded forward, his mouth was wide open, his hands formed into a dragon-like shape, and a dragon roar reappeared.

The roar of an animal that could not be said to be resounded throughout the battlefield immediately, but only the voice in front of him was wrapped in invisible strength and spiritual energy.

In front of him, a human body fell to the ground, all seven holes bled to death, but the face left a frightened expression, and in an instant, a passage about ten zhang long and two zhang wide was cleared in front of him.