The way of the soldier began with the soldier Sun Wu, and then after countless years of development, he experienced all kinds of battlefield battles, and every move can be said to be tempered by thousands of tempers.

Soldiers have eighteen kinds of martial arts, and in the battlefield fighting, the most used is the spear!

And the soldier's spear is the secret martial arts of the soldier's family, even if it is a stone famine, in front of him, there is no chance to learn, until after his death, he followed the Song ancestor Zhao Kuangyin to fight, and repeatedly made military exploits, before he was given this kung fu.

As soon as the spear moves, it is a bloody light, a sharp edge, tearing the sky, with the power to stir the sun and the moon, shaking the universe, its speed is like the wind, its Xu is like a forest, the invasion is like fire, it is difficult to know like yin, and the mystery of the deep soldier.

The momentum of this shot is even more domineering, there is really a thousand years ago, the first emperor swept Liuhe, the momentum of unifying Shenzhou, the meaning of the underworld, completely showcased.

Sweeping the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, unifying the land of China, what kind of momentum is this?!

Ordinary masters, I am afraid that as soon as Pu faces it, he will be robbed of his mind, and he can only stand in place and die.

At this critical moment, Wang Daoming suddenly moved, and he pointed into a sword, using chaotic mana to evolve the mystery of slashing the sky and drawing swordsmanship, and in an instant, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

In this world, the sword technique of cutting the sky and drawing the sword is the inheritance of the demon ancestor, and it can be said to be the real first sword way, Wang Daoming is now evolving with mana, although it shows a trace of fur.

But the sword qi that was swallowed between his fingers still had a hint of destroying the sun and the moon and cutting the heavens against the Dao, just like the end of all things, nothing could not be broken, nothing could not be destroyed, nothing could not be chopped.

Sonorous!

The fingers collided with the strong, and suddenly there was a sound of metal trembling with the clashing of gold and iron.

At this moment, Shi Huang's complexion changed again, and he only felt that his shot was not blocked by two fingers, but slashed on an unshakable King Kong God Mountain, and the force that shook over almost made his spear come out of his hand.

And the terrifying thing is that after a blow, his spear actually derived countless fine cracks from the place where it was fired, as if it would collapse at any time.

"What kind of flesh is this?!"

Shi Huang saw it clearly, the sword qi on Wang Daoming's fingertips only broke through the bloody qi on the spear, and what really shook the spear was Wang Daoming's body with Jinhua circulation.

You must know that his spear, the whole body is made of 10,000-year-old cold iron, mixed with Starfall King Kong, if you talk about tenacity, beyond King Kong, a single round of material, is enough for the master of cultivating the immortal Dao, sacrifice and refine the magic weapon.

But now, the spear has been shattered by someone's body!

After the blow, the stone wilderness exploded back, and every step was on the hard black stone ground, stepping on a footprint that seemed to be carved, without damaging the surrounding aspect.

For the grasp of strength, Shi Huang has reached the peak of mortal skills, and a character like him, if he is in the world, is enough to be named a martial saint.

It's just that the mortal body is limited after all, if it is not sublimated in the extreme realm and condenses the martial arts golden pill, it will be difficult to escape the knife of heaven's will in the end.

After taking nine steps backwards in a row, Shi Huang barely lost the strength on his body.

"One finger one hundred and eight strength, mortal martial god, who are you?!"

Shi Huang held the spear in his hand tightly, his eyes flashing with blood.

In the world, martial arts are generally divided into two ways: internal and external, the inner family practices true qi, conceives and nourishes the three treasures, and prolongs life; Coupled with refining blood and qi and sharpening the treasure body, King Kong is not bad.

The master of the soldier is all in the way of a foreigner, pregnant and nourishing a mouthful of blood, pure yang and blood, and the golden body is not bad.

Outsiders, in the world, can play eighteen strengths in one move, they are already masters who are enough to dominate one side, and if they can play one move and thirty-six strengths, they are martial arts masters.

If you can move seventy-two strengths, then you are already a martial arts saint.

Martial arts sage, pure blood and yang, flesh King Kong, this kind of character, is only one step away from the immortal road, if it is condensed Jindan, it is a martial immortal!

The martial arts saint is already the real limit of the human world, the pinnacle of skills.

Before Shi Huang was alive, he was a martial arts master, and he had already achieved fifty-four punches and fifty-four strengths.

After his death, he fought for a hundred years, and he reached seventy-two punches and achieved the martial arts saint.

One punch is eighteen strengths, as long as there is a famous teacher, willing to work hard, even if you can rely on the kung fu of water mill, you can master it.

And one punch with thirty-six strength, you also need to have talent and understanding.

As for the seventy-two strength of one punch, it not only requires talent and understanding, but also all kinds of opportunities and countless tempering.

But seventy-two strengths, no matter how difficult it is, in every era, there are always a few people who have achieved it.

And one punch one hundred and eight strength, this kind of character, but it was born by fate, and it has surpassed the peak of human skills, and entered the god with martial arts, if it is in the world, it is a martial arts myth, a martial god!

Throughout the ages, in addition to the soldier saint Sun Wu, there is only one Wu Anjun Bai Qi who is in this realm.

It's a pity that Bai Qi was robbed in his later years and failed to become an immortal, but was sent to the nineteenth layer of hell.

Shi Huang didn't expect that the opponent he met now not only had a means similar to saying what he said, but he was also a mortal martial god, with one hundred and eight strengths.

This kind of character, even if he has no mana, can also be pure blood, and he can easily suppress it with martial arts, ordinary immortal masters.

And the other party obviously also refined mana, and when added in pairs, it was even more terrifying!

It's just that Shi Huang knows better in his heart that there is no room for turning things around, if he retreats and wants to flee for his life, he is afraid that he will only die faster.

On the contrary, if you fight to the death, exert 12% of your combat power, and add Shi Ming's help, when the time comes, there may not be a glimmer of life.

Between the lightning and flint, Shi Huang has already made up his mind.

"Huh!"

Shi Huang pronounced the mantra to urge the secret methods of the soldiers, shake the ghost body, and improve the combat power.

"Mountains and rivers overturned, iron and blood rolled up the banner!"

Shi Huang drank violently, the gun came out like a dragon, and the rolling bloody aura was pressed down, with an incomparably sharp edge.

The bones are full of blood, and the yellow sand and the bright moon shine on the white bones.

The soul of the lonely smoke and remnant flag will not be extinguished, and the people of the century-old conquest will not be returned!

In the midst of the blood, a vast and vague picture scroll manifested, showing a sense of desolation and loneliness.

This is a marksmanship forged with iron and blood, a gun intent trained with iron and blood, and a gun soul dyed with iron and blood!

Between the overturning of mountains and rivers, there is a device, and it will not be returned!

Shi Huang is not a Taiping general, but a reckless in troubled times, I don't know how many battles and battles he has experienced, his life's experience, his life's perception, are all in this shot.

Bang! Bang!

The heaven and earth in this corner were all flooded with bloody red rays, and all of them, in the end, the realm converged into a sharp edge forged with iron and blood.

Breaking the world and reversing the glory of the sun and the moon, this edge, with the momentum of tearing everything, burst out!