Although the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and everyone is at risk of death, the differences in social classes can also be clearly seen on the battlefield. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The aristocratic strong man carries an axe, and a group of "guards" automatically surround him around him, forming a circle to surround it in the center, once an enemy approaches this ring, before he has time to threaten the strong man, it has been solved by the guards.

Even the occasional loss that flies through the sky is protected by a shield.

"Huh?"

The aristocratic strong man was tall, and when he raised his head slightly in the procession, he could see the scene of the sea of people in front of him at a glance.

Jiang Feng's flowing blow deeply caught the eyes of the strong man.

"That's a great skill."

After easily and comfortably eliminating this enemy, Jiang Feng's breath was still stable, and there was no disorder.

But the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, and it only took a moment to deal with this enemy, and another enemy rushed straight at him with a spear between his legs.

"Drink!"

His scarred face was hideous, and the spear between his arms was like a long dragon, piercing through the air and letting out a sharp whistling.

The timing chosen by this person was very tricky, it was Jiang Feng who cut his throat with an axe, the old strength was exhausted, and when the new power was not born, it was too late to use the axe to fight back.

Although prehistoric humans have not yet developed a set of fighting theories, with long-term combat experience and animal instincts, an experienced warrior has summed up his own battlefield path.

Whether this person is crooked or really has "fighting skills", Jiang Feng is in a dilemma.

But when it comes to the experience of fighting, how can Jiang Feng, who has fought with people, beasts, and the sky for tens of thousands of years, be inferior to him?

Jiang Feng made a mistake and his footsteps shook, not only did he not retreat, but the whole person bullied up and went in the direction where the spear came from.

"Die!"

The savage with the spear had seen it, and he had seen his spear piercing into the man's body, piercing through the body, blood gushing from behind, and his whole body twitched, like hunting an Aries on the plains.

He had already decided that when the battle was over, he would cut off the man's head, peel off the scalp to make a handkerchief, and polish the skull into a cup, and whether it would be used for drinking water or for a night pot would have to be considered separately.

"Bang!"

But the sound that came to his ears was not a pop of flesh and blood, but a thud that was inserted into the void and then violently interrupted.

Take a closer look.

The person on the other side actually grabbed the spear with one arm, and at the same time moved a few steps forward.

"Not good!"

He screamed a few times and quickly stepped back.

But it was too late, Jiang Feng's axe had already arrived with a cold look.

"Click!"

The stone axe was deeply embedded in the shoulder, rising from the shoulder blade and cutting directly into the ribcage.

A crimson heart was exposed in the air.

Losing the support of the skeleton and blood vessels, the still beating heart came down weakly, folded in the chest, and fell heavily to the ground.

From the body that was split in half, large strands of blood gushed out from the arteries, and the viscous plasma sprayed Jiang Feng into a red blurred figure, like a blood-red ghost on the battlefield.

“……”

Pulling out the axe and holding the spear in his other hand, Jiang Feng opened his mouth slightly, revealing his sharp teeth.

Red ghosts.

A red ghost caught in the enemy army.

The dozen or so barbarians surrounding Jiang Feng suddenly had an illusion, although they had the advantage of numbers and surrounded the red ghosts, but in terms of momentum, they actually reversed, as if the red ghosts who had killed two people in a row surrounded them all!

"Don't be afraid, he's only one person!"

"Go!"

A person who has been trained for many years can easily solve an ordinary person with his bare hands, or even fight against two, if he can't make the opponent lose his combat effectiveness with one blow, three or more need to be considered. It's not about skill, it's just about the limitations of the human body.

But there are no absolutes in the world, Jiang Feng's existence cannot be measured by common sense, and this is still the case in this battle.

His brain is like a high-speed machine, and his body is the most precise machine tool, executing his brain's instructions exactly what it wants.

"Whew!"

Jiang Feng dodged a spear stuck in his head, and at the same time, with a flick of his arm, he shook another spear with his axe.

Jiang Feng's not sturdy body burst out with amazing strength on the battlefield, he was like a whirlpool in the middle of the enemy, a flesh grinder, the axe in his hand was waving like a wall, impermeable, several people surrounded him, and he couldn't help Jiang Feng at all.

On the contrary, one was not careful, and Jiang Feng found the opportunity and wiped a knife on his neck.

There was such a discordant scene on this battlefield where eggs hit stones, and it was obvious that other places were in a bitter battle, and even the decline was obvious, and they were even wiped out, but only where Jiang Feng was located, there was an overwhelming side of "anti".

The stone axe in Jiang Feng's hand didn't know how many times he had changed, and the spear in his hand was also slippery with blood, and the fallen enemies around him were like wheat waves that had been helped, surging over one after another, and then falling one after another.

"Whew."

Jiang Feng's chest jerked up, and then he fell down quickly, and the scorching breath exhaled from his mouth, through the thick blood outside his mouth, and exhaled a red hot breath in front of him.

A real red ghost on the battlefield.

Viewed from above, an eerie vacuum appeared on the battlefield.

Jiang Feng standing on Tuan Tuan's corpse looked like a statue.

Within a radius of ten meters, there was not a single person standing, and the barbarians on the battlefield invisibly formed a tacit understanding, and everyone bypassed this vacuum area, or held weapons, and stood hesitantly outside the circle, not daring to step forward.

Even if it was a sneak attack, none of them dared to shoot at Jiang Feng.

The aristocratic strong man who was originally guarded by many personal guards, as the battle deepened, there were fewer and fewer people around him, and in the end, he had to go into battle in person.

"It looks like I'm really going to die here today."

There was only one bronze dagger left in the strong man's hand, the stone axe had been shattered in the battle, the spear had been broken, and the shield had been chopped to pieces.

Just in a trance, on the critical battlefield, the line between life and death has changed.

Sharp hammered stones stabbed him in the chest.

"Boss, get out of the way!"

The only remaining guard saw this scene, and rushed over with a broken body, and with a force on his feet, he jumped over on his knees, as if turning into a flying shadow.

"Boom!"

The guards knocked away the strong man, but did not change the direction of the weapon.

"Poof!"

The stone grazed the edge of the heart and plunged into the shoulder blade of the strong man, making a sour sound of bones shattering and muscles tearing.

Jiang Feng, who was standing on the corpse, suddenly moved, holding his weapon in his hand, his footsteps moved slightly, and walked in the direction where the strong man fell.

Moses divided the seas.

The circle with a radius of ten meters moved, and wherever Jiang Feng went, this circle moved, and all the barbarians stared at Jiang Feng, but no one dared to step forward.

A bloody man forcibly split a sea of blood.