Under the city, corpses were strewn all over the place, and rivers of blood flowed.

The Prairie Legion is still following one after another, and it is constantly impacting.

The centaur shooters at the head of the city have been rotated to the fifth batch.

And until now, Ouyang Jing's soldiers still have zero casualties!

Ouyang Jing himself has never made a move, always standing in the center of the city, on the high platform, with his stylish shape and straight body, to boost the morale of his own soldiers, but also attract the enemy's attention, and even attract the enemy's arrows like a magnet.

His style is too outstanding, too eye-catching. Even if the enemy shooter, knowing that he can't even shoot through his face, he still can't help but shoot arrows at him.

As a result, there were far fewer arrows that fell on other parts of the city.

Although the soldiers under Ouyang Jing's command were wrapped in steel from arrival to foot, they were not afraid of the rain of arrows shot up from the bottom of the city, but without a large number of arrows interfering with their vision, the soldiers could also play better.

"Come on! Let the rain of arrows come more violently! ”

Ouyang Jing looked at the waves of arrows rushing towards his face, unless he encountered an arrow that went straight to his eyeball, he wouldn't even blink his eyelids.

Ouyang Jing, who has cultivated the "Golden Change", has such a tough face that he can't even penetrate a rifle, let alone an arrow?

In order to break his defenses, the minimum requirement must be an anti-materiel sniper rifle that fires armor-piercing bullets and can penetrate armor plates.

As for the bow and arrow weapon, unless it is a magic weapon bow and arrow above four stars, or an enchanted arrow above four stars, it is not intended to hurt him a single hair.

Therefore, he can help his fighters attract firepower with impunity.

Just as he was calling for the rain of arrows in his heart to come more violently, suddenly, the alarm in his heart struck, and he instinctively closed his eyes.

At the same time as he closed his eyes, a cold light like lightning hit his eyelids with a clang, making his eyelids slightly numb, and it was actually a trace of oily skin.

"You can break my oilskin!"

Ouyang Jing was surprised, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a knife under his feet.

A mouth of three inches and seven minutes long, the blade is thin, the appearance is ordinary, and the material is only an ordinary steel flying knife.

"It's ......"

Ouyang Jing's heart moved, and when he felt that this knife seemed to be a little familiar, he suddenly heard a muffled snort not far away.

Following the sound, I saw a centaur archer fall to the ground with a bang, and a small knife handle was exposed in the left eye of the face armor, judging from the shape of the knife handle, it was exactly the same as the flying knife that attacked Ouyang Jing!

The face armor and eyes of the soldiers under Ouyang Jing's command only had two slender gaps. The arrow could not be crossed, but the extremely thin throwing knife could pass through the small gap and pierce the eye if the blade flew sideways.

It's just that such an accurate head is too terrible!

What made Ouyang Jing frown even more was that judging from the depth of the flying knife, he should have only shot the centaur archer in one eye. But when the centaur archer fell to the ground, he was already exhausted, obviously the blade was attached to the sharp sword qi, through the eye socket, destroying the centaur shooter's brain!

The centaur archer is completely dead.

Even if Ouyang Jing had the "power of resurrection", he would not be able to resurrect it.

Due to his resurrection powers, he can only resurrect creatures the size of a pastoral dog. He can save a child who has just died and is only a few years old. But with the sheer size of the centaur, he was depleted of vitality and unable to resurrect him.

Under Ouyang Jing, the first soldier to die appeared right under his nose.

Although there will inevitably be casualties in the war, in this battle, Ouyang Jing was even mentally prepared to sacrifice two percent of the soldiers, but seeing what happened, he was still very, very, very unhappy in his heart.

"How dare you assassinate my soldiers right under my nose!"

Ouyang Jing's face turned cold, and his spiritual sense spread, instantly covering the entire battlefield above and below the city.

In this kind of battlefield full of powerful warriors with extremely vigorous qi and blood, the spiritual sense is extremely easy to be disturbed unless it is aimed at one's own attack.

If a large-scale scan is forcibly carried out with spiritual sense, under the impact of qi, blood, and evil qi, even with Ouyang Jing's strength, the spiritual power will be consumed rapidly. After a long time, you will lose your energy and become exhausted.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to turn on his spiritual sense at all times, scan and monitor the battlefield in a large area, and can only use the instinct of spiritual consciousness to give early warning to ensure that he will not be attacked.

But now, there are soldiers who have been killed under his nose, and he doesn't care about the consumption of mental power, no matter what, he has to find out the person who released the flying knife!

Fortunately, as soon as the spiritual sense spread out, before he had consumed much spiritual power, he once again captured a cold light as fast as lightning.

This time, that cold light was still shooting towards a centaur warrior, but fortunately, Ouyang Jing noticed it in time, and with a flick of his fingers, a steel ball the size of a soybean shot out, intercepting the cold mang, half of Dawson.

Bang!

The steel ball hit Han Mang, and the lightning-like, three-inch-seven-minute long flying knife was blown to pieces.

At the same time, Ouyang Jing's spiritual sense and gaze swept towards the enemy army under the city at the same time, and followed the cold path to lock on to the person who fired the flying knife.

It was a handsome man in leather armor and dressed like an ordinary Prairie Army shooter.

He looked to be in his thirties, with gray temples, a haggard face, a delighted temperament, indifferent eyes, and a dead silence, looking like a walking corpse.

But it was such a handsome man who looked boring, with a pair of slender fingers and well-defined palms, but he was cleanly washed, and his nails were neatly repaired.

His whole person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dead ashes, except for his hands, which were as dazzling as glowing fireflies in the night, exuding some strange magic.

Now, in his right hand, he is holding a small knife.

Three-inch-seven-minute long throwing knife.

When Ouyang Jing found him, he also slowly raised his head, and glanced at Ouyang Jing indifferently with his lifeless dead eyes.

Then, a cold light flashed.

The flying knife in his hand disappeared and hit Ouyang Jing's right eye.

This time, Ouyang Jing neither volleyed nor closed his eyes, allowing the flying knife to shoot in front of his eyes.

The talent ability of manipulating metal was activated, and the flying knife hovered in front of Ouyang Jing's eyes, motionless.

Ouyang Jing raised his hand, took off the flying knife, and asked in a deep voice: "Xiao Li flying knife, Li Xunhuan?" ”

Hearing the words "Xiao Li Flying Knife, Li Xunhuan", the handsome man's dead eyes flashed with a strange look. But soon, the sparkle in his eyes fell silent, and became lifeless again.

In his right hand, another flying knife appeared.

"O enslaved servant......"

Ouyang Jing sighed secretly, and then his eyes turned cold: "Even if you can't help yourself, even if you are Li Xunhuan...... Kill my soldiers right under my nose, and I can only ...... Please go to death! ”

He raised his hand and volleyed it in front of him.

Where his palm brushed, hundreds of small steel balls the size of soybeans appeared in the air in front of him—although he had cultivated the Golden Change, he could not create things in the air. These small steel balls were apparently released from his storage ring.

After releasing the hundreds of steel balls, his eyes were staring at Li Xunhuan under the city, and as soon as his mind moved, the hundreds of steel balls hanging in the air in front of him were like bullets, splitting his head and covering his face and shooting at Li Xunhuan!

Outside the canyon, the goat-bearded old man who was looking at Ouyang Jing from afar, staring at his every move, saw this scene, and his eyes flashed:

"Magneto? Dressed like a general, is the real ability a superpower like Magneto? No wonder he dares to block arrows with his cheeks and even eyelids, this Magneto-like ability is not afraid of any steel weapon attack at all! ”

【Asking for a commuter pass~】