As a master of actual combat in the army, Mero is indeed not in vain, in Xiao Qiufeng's opinion, he has surpassed the strength of the king of soldiers, and he definitely has a reason to be proud of a super soldier king who has been trained in the sky.

But it's a pity that he met Xiao Qiufeng, Xiao Qiufeng's natural martial spirit is no longer in the category of soldiers, let's just say that the thirty-six divine soldiers he trained single-handedly, which one is not the realm of the king of soldiers at this moment, even if it is higher than Merro, it will not be too strong.

He was already forty years old, and for the members of these Divine Warrior Clans, experience was a kind of wealth, so in this regard, there was no way to compare with Mero.

But no matter how rich the experience is, it is just a fighting skill, and it has nothing to do with strength, when Xiao Qiufeng's powerful sword qi came out, Mi Luo was a little constrained, he faced countless lives and deaths, if you talk about courage, he is not lacking, but this invisible energy, but it is still very strange.

The three-edged thorns made a "whoosh" sound, and Mero had already slashed out thirteen thorns in a row, dodging this powerful knife qi, but the invasion of that power made him feel an unbearable tearing pain, like the feeling of being blown to his face by a cold wind, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

"Mr. Merro, it's your turn now." Xiao Qiufeng did not immediately attack again, but retreated three meters to give his opponent a chance.

In addition to him wanting to see it, Xiao Qiufeng also wanted to familiarize Tie Zhu and Li Qiangbing with the real power of the king of soldiers, and Mero was indeed considered a strong man.

Mero was no longer polite, because he felt the strength of this oriental man, and he knew that if he didn't attack in close quarters, he would have no chance of winning.

His footsteps were like the wind, almost as soon as Xiao Qiufeng's words fell, he had already rushed over, and the three-edged thorn in his hand had already danced out six phantoms, directly taking the six directions of Xiao Qiufeng's body, as fast as a lightning strike, with a violent battle intent, without giving the opponent any chance.

This kind of tactics is fast and ruthless, it is a kind of upper-level technique on the battlefield, Xiao Qiufeng also trained it back then, of course it is very familiar, the shadow body method, erratic, dodging left and right, like a soft water, no matter how sharp the three-edged thorn is, he can always dodge it instantly.

Even if it is close-quarter, Mero, the melee battle king, can't take advantage of it in the slightest.

Thirty-six thorns flashed all the time, and Mero was already out of breath, and there was a dripping sweat on his forehead, but the smell of strong iron and blood exuded from his body became stronger with the idea of fighting, and it became more and more intense, and his eyes flashed, looking for the most suitable attack moment.

Xiao Qiufeng's expression was indifferent, his breath was calm and relaxed, and he didn't lose his strength because of dodging, so that Mi Luo could attack thirty thorns, he had already found out the truth of this soldier king, and there was no need to waste any more time at this moment.

Looking at Mi Luo, whose face was full of seriousness and nervousness, Xiao Qiufeng said lightly: "Mr. Mi Luo, take your thirty army stabs, and now you can also take me and try it-"

The smile froze instantly at the moment the words fell, and he shouted softly: "Sword Heart-" This is no longer the power of the sword, the sword heart is the most extreme realm of the Ten Thousand Illusion Weapon.

As soon as the heart of the knife came out, the white light just now had turned into silver light, which was more scorching than Lie Yue's eyes, Xiao Qiufeng stood in the silver light, as relaxed and calm as a bath, his hand was raised, his palm became a knife, and the knife condensed his true qi, forming a shining knife, waving it up, and slashing towards Miluo.

"Dingdong", the three-edged thorn made of stainless steel has been broken hard, the knife qi invaded the body, making a crisp sound of "boom", Mero was hit by the knife qi, obliquely down from the right arm, a foot of the knife edge, as if scorched by fire, even a trace of blood did not come out, only saw the crimson muscles, terrifying frank.

Mero's body was unstable, trembling and moving, a mouthful of blood had spurted out, at this moment, the knife began to spill blood, and soon it had stained his whole body red, he didn't speak, everyone didn't speak, and the people around him were even more silent, they probably didn't believe their eyes very much.

Shi Duff clenched his fists even more, his forehead overflowed with hot sweat, as if his body was shaking uncontrollably after a strong exercise just now, and his emotions were filled with deep suspicions that the king of soldiers, the first general known as the king of iron-blooded soldiers, would be defeated so easily.

Before they even could see the Oriental man's shot, they had already seen the knife wound on Mero's body.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Merro, I seem to have pushed too hard, but I'm just letting you know that you're really far from it."

Defeating a person, in addition to defeating the skill, but also defeating his spirit, Mi Luo is a master, and he can't really kill him at the moment, so Xiao Qiufeng's blow to his belief, just hoping to force him away, Spikes are much easier to deal with without him.

Mi Luo just stared at Xiao Qiufeng indifferently, did not refute, just said: "I lost, but I still have to thank you, you let me know what is really strong, Mr. Xiao, the Middle East is your world." ”

The blood was still flowing, but Mero had already turned.

At this moment, Mi Luo already understood that this oriental man was not arrogant at all, because he was powerful, and it was natural to say any arrogant words, but it was ridiculous that he was not self-sufficient and wanted to defeat him.

When Xiao Qiufeng and his party left, at Miluo's residence, several mercenaries had already helped him bandage his wounds, while Shi Duff and several senior generals stayed on the sidelines, watching him quietly.

Mero exhaled softly, there was no trace of frustration on his face, on the contrary, it was very relaxed, and he didn't seem to feel any pain even if he was so wounded.

"Whatever you want, just ask!"

Swiff was the first to speak: "Mero, you shouldn't be defeated. ”

As the instructor of Spikes, Mero is no longer an ordinary instructor, but a symbol of the spirit of the entire mercenary group, and everyone has the belief that as long as Mero does not die, Spikes will always exist.

But he was defeated, badly, and in front of the eyes of all the Spike mercenaries.

Mero was not angry, nor did he defend, and said: "Yes, I am defeated, defeated and convinced, he is indeed an invincible strong man in my life. ”

From Mero's attitude towards winning and losing, it can be imagined that he did not lose his mind because of pride, he had never met an opponent before, and he always thought that he had no opponent, but now he knows that he is ridiculously small.

Shi Twif's face was very ugly, and he seemed to be quite displeased, and said: "Mero, don't forget your identity as a human, the devil is our opponent, not for you to admire, we still have a chance, as long as you destroy the devil, you are still the final victor." ”

Mero glanced at Swiff, already knew what he thought, he actually wanted to join forces with the sky to deal with the devil together, that man was indeed as strong as the devil, as long as he existed, the safety of the spikes would keep him awake at night.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do it, he's not something we can overcome." Mero sighed and said, "But I also know that you won't listen to me, so, tomorrow morning, I'll leave here, Admiral Swiff, good luck." ”

At this moment, Swiff really hoped that Mero would have a few words of justification for today's battle, or that he would feel better.

He was defeated, not only on the battlefield, but even the spiritual exaltation had fallen, he was just Mero, not the Predator King.

Swanf knew that this was an irreversible end.

The next day, without saying a word of parting, Mero was already gone, and the sharp light, after this battle, was eclipsed, and all the people could not help but ask: "If there is really a war with the devil, who can deal with that powerful Oriental man?" ”

No one could defeat him, and Mero's words before leaving, like a curse, chewed on their faith.

The fighting spirit has dropped to the lowest point, and Shi Twif dialed the domestic phone again, and the spike at this moment needs a strong existence.

And when the spikes were confused, Xiao Qiufeng had already set out to deal with the Sky Mercenary Battalion.

From beginning to end, no one dared to underestimate the strength of the sky, even if it was that night, the 10,000-strong team that eliminated the scorpion, the devil's loss was not small, even Li Qiangbing was injured, and like this powerful force, in the hands of Ji Erxun, there were still a full four.

If he breaks the boat, the devil may be finished.

Therefore, they can't be given a chance to attack, Xiao Qiufeng has already decided to strike first.

He is not a fool, he is just waiting for people in the camp to attack, facing the power of the sky, only to scatter and disintegrate, one by one, to use great power, to shake their confidence, so that they can collapse without a fight.

For three days, the movement in the sky has become louder and louder, and in the intelligence of the tank, the sky has recalled all the industrial guards, and in the mercenary camp, which has been quiet for several days, there is already a sound of heat.

The attack may have been on the last two days.

Xiao Qiufeng divided the method of dealing with the sky mercenaries into three parts: one attack, two blocks, and three fights.

(To be continued)