(Thanks to Dameng, Chubby, Hammer S)

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Burst! A puddle of blood splattered on Zhang Fang's face, dyeing his handsome face extremely hideous, and his originally clear eyes turned into blood pupils that exuded an indescribable demonic evil.

Zhang Fang kicked the Huns away, and pulled out the long sword, the sword body was still brilliant, but the person who made the sword was no longer bright.

At this time, no matter who sees Zhang Fang's appearance again, they will never associate it with the word "Jun": his hair is scattered, his face is covered with blood, his facial features are difficult to argue, his clothes are torn, he is covered in blood, and he can't tell which ones are enemies and those are his own...... The whole person is like crawling out of a pool of blood.

Zhang Fang really crawled out of the pool of blood - the blood released by the long sword in his hand was enough to fill a bathtub.

Zhang Fang never thought that one day he would incarnate as Shura, one step at a time; Unexpectedly, Fengsui has not yet fallen, and Tai has relied on its strength - this desperate counterattack battle has been fought hard for half an hour, killing more than 30 Huns, and 12 of them have died under his sword.

In other words, without Zhang Fang, Fengsui had already been captured. A young man who seems to need protection the most is actually the most terrible killer. This frightened not only the enemy, but also his own people.

And Zhang Fang didn't realize it at this time, he had entered the rampage mode.

Zhang Fang can kill people like mowing grass, there is no doubt that it depends on his soul-snatching demon eye and soul piercing. This kind of invisible killing at the spiritual level is almost invincible in heads-up, even if the overlord can't bear it in his second life. But no matter how strong the killing method is, after all, it is only one enemy and not a hundred enemies. The body is a shackle, and the flesh and blood body has a physical limit after all. A lot of physical strength is consumed during group battles, and it will soon lead to mental breakdown. This point was clearly exposed in yesterday's battle with Bu Guxu who narrowly escaped his life.

It's like a magician, when his magic power is exhausted, he can't resist the blow of an ordinary knight.

At the beginning of the war, Zhang Fang originally thought that with his physical strength, he would be tired of killing three or five enemies by surprise, and then go straight to the field. But unexpectedly, when he frequently launched the Soul Devouring Killing Technique, after slashing several people, he gradually felt that he couldn't help himself-while capturing people's souls, even his own souls were trapped.

Killing, bloodstaining, killing, soul devouring...... What could be crazier than that? Crazy behavior directly leads to crazy thoughts. At this moment, there was only one killing word in his mind, the adrenaline soared, the brain rumbled, the consciousness was completely submerged, and the whole person fell into madness. This makes his soul piercing completely out of control, similar to going mad, but the power does not decrease but increases. Almost every Hun who collided with his crazy dead eye instantly lost consciousness and became a walking corpse, and even if he didn't kill him, most of them became idiots. One more sword, but it is to send people on the road.

On the larger beacon, all the shouts were drowned out by a frantic roar that was out of tune. With every roar, a Hun responded with blood, killing so fast that the enemy didn't even have time to get closer. So much so that there was a scene where Zhang Fang carried a bloody sword and chased and slashed the Huns - to put it bluntly, he was crazy.

This situation is not uncommon on ancient and modern battlefields, and many soldiers who fought bloody battles have such performances when they kill the enemy and come out of the state. This is the stimulation of potential, but also the overdraft of physical strength.

At this moment, Zhang Fang really became a killing machine that lost his mind. Because of this, the explosive bag was not thrown out for a long time - Qingyan, who guarded the explosive bag, only obeyed his orders, and no one could do it.

No matter how fierce the killing machine is, there is only one, even if it is covered in iron, how many nails can it hit? And the Huns have been pouring into the enemy platform in a steady stream, and the beacon is in danger.

Soul Piercing is a double-edged sword, achieving a battlefield Shura, and at the same time drowning his sanity.

"Ahh A palace guard was stabbed into his body by three or four different weapons, and instantly became a bloody man.

Throat! Han Zhong was knocked away by a heavy hammer, fell directly from the enemy platform, curled up and did not move, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The fierce Zongba was half bloodstained, leaning against the battlement wall, and muttered in his mouth: "Camel slave, I have avenged you, and I have also pulled a group of companions, don't blame me......"

Alimu was chased by several Huns and ran all over the building, and kept shouting at Qingyan: "Explosives bag!" Dynamite packs! ”

Lin Tianci was also unkempt at this time, covered in blood, and while slashing wildly, he was hoarse: "Quick!" Wake him up, if he continues like this, he will die of exhaustion if he doesn't go crazy......"

Han Jun, Qu Liang, and Qing Yan all called: "Childe-childe-" But in the chaotic killing field, such a call had no effect.

"I'm coming!" With a broken drink, Chu Liu fired with his feet, shooting three arrows in a row, two arrows to kill the enemy, and one arrow to Zhang Fang...... Right shoulder.

Zheng! The sharp arrow was actually sent flying by the sword. At such a short distance, he was shot away by launching with a strong bow, which shows how terrifying Zhang Fang's potential stimulation is.

On the sixth day of the first month, he gritted his teeth, shot three more arrows, and let go of his hands and feet. However, his purpose was to wake up Zhang Fang with pain, and he didn't dare to really hurt anyone, so he only opened a small half, at most hurting the flesh and skin.

Zheng Zheng Zheng! Three arrows were knocked away again. But it was not without effect, Zhang Fang was obviously enraged, stopped the pursuit, and stared at Chu Liu--at this moment, Chu Liu seemed to go back to the age of six, when he was herding sheep and was lost in a snowstorm and frozen. The body and mind were cold and paralyzed from the inside out, as if even the blood had coagulated. It was the closest he had ever come to death.

Now, that feeling has come again.

At the moment when the sixth line of the first month was about to fall, there was a roar of rage, and all the restraints were gone. Poof! On the sixth day of the first month, he threw a bow and sat down, sweating profusely, choking his throat with his hands, panting heavily, and his face was gray, as if he was drowning.

Chu Liu never expected that the person who "saved" him turned out to be Sharuru!

At the moment when Zhang Xinshen was attracted by the sixth and three arrows, Sharuru's short axe, which had been gaining momentum for a long time, turned around, picked up the scimitar in Lin Tianci's hand, and turned the scimitar in the other hand, and the handle of the knife hit Lin Tianci's forehead, knocking him down - if he didn't know the identity of this person, Sharuru would have used the tip of the knife instead of the hilt.

Just when Zhang Fang was about to kill the sixth junior high, Shaluru had all the swords and axes - he hurriedly turned around and blocked the sword, dang! His body was shaken and staggered, and he stepped into the air, fell from the enemy platform, and smashed into the dilapidated barracks.

"Childe!" Qing Yan screamed and pounced, ignoring the dust and dust, and pulled Zhang Fang, who was covered in blood and mud, out.

"Ah...... Let go, let go, you've grabbed my wounds. ”

Qingyan was stunned for a moment, let go of his hand, and looked fixedly, facing a pair of eyes whose blood color was fading and returning to clarity.

"Childe, you...... Hello ......"

"Sizzle, if you don't let go, it's hard to think about it......"

Qing Yan hurriedly let go, and saw that the handsome son in the past had turned into a bloody clay figure, and tears couldn't help but flow out.

"There's no time to cry, put ...... Bring the explosives bag. ”

This heavy fall almost caused Zhang Fang's five organs to move away, and at the same time, it finally brought him back to his senses. As soon as I recovered, I suddenly felt that my limbs were full of bones, pain everywhere, my brain was like a needle prick, my eyes were black for a while, and I couldn't even stand up. As soon as the state was lifted, it was still a golden gun just now, and now it has become Panasonic Microsoft.

Zhang Fang raised his head slightly, but saw that Shalulu was being hugged by Lin Tianci, who was bleeding all over his head, and it was inconvenient for Mo Xi Shao to smash it with the handle of his knife, and he was unwilling to stab with the tip of the knife - the living Wudan was separated from the mansion, let alone dozens of good horses.

"Childe, give." Qingyan stuffed the explosives bag into Zhang Fang's arms, and helped him up with Lu Nu, "Childe, let me go." ”

Zhang Fang grabbed the explosive bag with one hand and wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth with the other: "You can't do it...... Ahem. "With a sword as a staff, step by step up the steps.

During this period, several Huns had the opportunity to hand knives to Zhang Fang, but Zhang Fang's performance was too shocking, and the Huns did not have the courage to lean forward.

Zhang Fang walked through the fierce arena like this, and came to Sharuru as if he had entered a no-man's land. This will Shalulu was bowing his head and roaring at Lin Tianci: "The last time, if I don't let go, I'd rather not have dozens of good horses!" ”

A weak and hoarse voice came into his ears: "Then you want this, okay?" ”

Sharuru jerked his head up, and before he could see clearly, a heavy object crashed into his arms.

"Take it - get out!"