It's really damn heavy, I don't think it's watching it from the sidelines, and when I get started, Liu Ji understands that Zhang's priceless true strength.

The two-meter-long Mo knife, which is almost entirely made of fine iron, is held in the hand, like wielding a long railroad track, and only such a heavy weapon can cause substantial damage to the snow wolf weighing more than three hundred catties.

In later generations, Liu Ji received martial arts training, rarely have such a heavy knife, at most it is the kind of sword, the legend is developed from the horizontal knife on his waist, and the horizontal knife, unless it stabs the vital point, only arouses the ferocity of the snow wolf.

"Hmm."

An adult male wolf, like the one before him, was swift and nimble, constantly changing lines from side to side to avoid the incoming arrows, and soon reached his side.

With a knife in both hands, he turned sideways against the enemy, the tip of the knife pointed at the ice, on the one hand, to build momentum, and on the other hand, to save strength.

Because of the threat of the bow and arrow, the snow wolf did not stop, nor did it pounce in the air, but collapsed and lay on all fours, like a crab crawling on the ground, but the speed was not slow at all.

Liu Ji moved, the speed was faster than the snow wolf, his feet were wrong, his body seemed to have taken a big step forward, and then with his left foot as the support, the whole person rotated sideways in place, and the knife moved with the person, from the bottom to the top, and slashed obliquely at the wolf's head.

The wolf reacted quickly, rolled on the ice, and dodged him, and Zhang Wuxuan, who was watching the battle behind him, knew at a glance that the livestock had been tricked.

Sure enough, although Liu Ji's Mo knife missed, it had already been raised above his head, and when the knife was about to end, he strode forward with both feet, and with a shout in his mouth, the blade slashed down with a terrifying momentum, and was slashing at the belly of the snow wolf that rolled over.

The wolf is "copper-headed, iron-boned, tofu-waisted, broom-tailed", only the lower abdomen is soft and collapsed, at this time by his full strength, a big hole was broken, and then the snow wolf's own rolling, the mouth was opened, and when it stood up straight, all the bloody organs fell, and the snow wolf, which looked intact on the surface, let out a wail unwillingly, and fell on the ice.

The whole process reminded Zhang Wuwei of that fight, from Liu Ji's gestures and knife handling methods, it was very different from the Mo knife knife technique he usually practiced, not only did not have a trace of opening and closing, indomitable momentum, but it seemed very obscene, but he also had to admit that this time the killing was perfect, he was not injured at all, and the amount of energy spent was very small.

Who knows, Liu Ji is not as relaxed as he saw at all, it is equivalent to holding a sledgehammer of more than thirty catties and picking it around, and before he can get back his breath, another snow wolf has already pounced, and the sharp front paws fan out a cold wind, which makes his cheeks hurt.

Liu Ji didn't have time to retreat, his short body dodged the pounce of another wolf's claw, the Mo knife had been pressed under him, and he lost the space to exert it, the wolf pounced too close, and he was not allowed to swing the knife at all, just as he was about to abandon the knife and turn back, a broken cry sounded behind him.

"Top!"

Liu Ji's mind was like an empowerment, holding the handle of the knife upside down with both hands, struggling to go to the top, and the same sword forged from fine iron hit the snow wolf's mouth, causing the animal to take a few steps back.

"Flip!"

Liu Ji stepped on the ground with both feet, stood up, and the Mo knife bounced in his hand, drawing a wonderful arc, from back to front, towards the wolf's body.

"Broken!"

"Shoot!"

Without waiting for the voice behind him to come, he naturally used the next move, dodging the snow wolf that was about to make a move, Mo knife slashed, forcing it to bow its head, and then, the knife sank, and the blade that was not as strong as a stick swept out like a stick, and smashed on the snow wolf's head.

It turned out that he had really learned this kind of killing weapon, Zhang Priceless reminded Liu Ji's memory to gradually recover, the Mo knife in his hand was no longer heavy, but as his knife became more and more rhythmic, his breathing, body style, and footsteps all followed, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

It's so painful.

After the heavy blow, the snow wolf, who was still in a daze, was bullied by him into approaching, and the snowy blade went straight down, breaking through the solid muscles in the back, and then pulled back violently, and the wolf's head in great pain involuntarily raised and let out a sharp howl.

After the blade left, Liu Ji didn't stop at all, let alone celebrate, and the next snow wolf had already rushed into the formation.

This time, he no longer dodged, but stood on the ground, staring straight at the other party with cold eyes, waiting for the moment when the other party pounced.

Sure enough, it is Tian Yuanjun's personal disciple, although Zhang Wuxuan didn't understand why he had something wrong before, but everything that happened later dispelled all his suspicions, skills can't be faked, these tricks are done in one go, whether it is force or timing, he can't be so proficient at this age.

With the great boost in the morale of the Tang army, the number of snow wolves is rapidly decreasing, and the pressure on Liu Ji's passage is greatly reduced, and the spears and crossbowmen that were originally assigned to him have all lost their effectiveness, just enough to support those tight directions, even Zhang Wuyuan himself, after resting for a quarter of an hour, took over the Mo Dao hand in the other direction, so that he could recover his strength a little.

The entire team of fifty people, Mo Dao hands are only ten people in total, to hold eight passages, it means that there is always no one to change in two directions, although Mo Dao is sharp, but it is very strenuous, if it is not for the physical fitness of more than ten days of assault training before, they may not be able to support it in the morning.

Rao is like this, the strength of several Mo Dao Hands has reached the limit, and casualties are even more inevitable, among the countless wolf howls, he can clearly hear some human voices, and the casualties under his hands cannot be counted, and now it has reached the most dangerous juncture, it depends on which side can hold on.

Fortunately, there are spears and crossbows, Liu Ji is fighting the enemy while roaring to boost morale, at this time his front and back are full of snow wolf corpses, almost piling up a hill, and the person standing on the top of the mountain is him.

Standing high and looking far away, the originally dense figure had become sparse, and finally, when he cut down a snow wolf again, howling and rolling down, the passage in front of him was silent, and after a long time, no snow wolf rushed up again.

In the position, there was a moment of tranquility, and Liu Ji, who had barely stopped with the knife, was so tired that he couldn't stop panting, but he struggled to raise the Mo knife and shouted loudly.

"Ahh

This is both a demonstration and a challenge.

The particularly tall snow wolf in the distance responded not to be outdone, but this time, the surrounding snow wolves did not step forward again, but scurried around a little uneasily.

They were afraid, and the wolves, which had already lost most of their numbers, were frightened in the face of such heavy casualties.

"Ho!"

His men shouted in embarrassment, and the sound shook the ice field.