Ling Tong looked at the dense fog rising from the distant mountains and walked into the dense forest of Lingwu Mountain alone.

It turns out that saturated shelling like this is of little value in the Chinese battlefield. Reconnaissance and communication are all Huaxia's advantages, and they can't take the core position of Huaxia in Crooked Taofeng, whether they are offensive or defensive, they can only play cards on their side. Both sides are equipped with the same level of armored fortresses, and I am in the open and the enemy, even if the military is superior, the vast jungle can dilute the advantage of the alliance.

Ling Tong knew that whether he could lead the army to break through Lingwu Mountain was the key to who could win, whether he or Feng Rui.

Feng Rui finally forced him to the point where he had to fight head-on, and this time he couldn't soar into the sky and end hastily like the last battle. Rather, you can only win, not lose. Ling Tong knew very well that the seemingly powerful Maoli was actually not durable to fight, and the huge Huaxia was the opposite.

The population of Huaxia, the resources of Huaxia, once the rope wrapped around her neck is loosened, in one year, the full Futu army can be reborn, and in three years, at least 200,000 troops can block them in a corner of the world, plus the auxiliary weapons produced by Maori and the powerful third-order and fourth-order abilities, it is the end of no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth, and even surrender can only be approved by the opponent.

Ling Tong's steps were firm, the tree man rose from the ground, following him to spread to the wings, he would not give anyone a chance to make trouble in the next decisive battle, the crooked peach mountain full of magnetic energy pillars could only be the stage for the leader to turn the tide.

The number of tree people was enough, Ling Tong took off in the dense jungle, the thick trees twisted, leaving an unblocked passage, Ling Tong flashed by.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The outermost pillar of the boundary was like a felled forest tree lodging, and Feng Rui, who was sitting cross-legged at the top of the pillar of the boundary, opened his eyes, he knew that the opponent was coming.

He leaped down, raised his foot on the relief of the boundary pillar, and refracted to meet him.

Ling Tong rushed up the crooked peach mountain, without slowing down from beginning to end, dozens of vines climbed the rock wall like snakes, and as soon as they entangled the boundary pillar that stood in the way, the thick pillar stone would break, kicking up dust and making a loud noise.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

A white figure flew closer, revealing only as it stepped on, then vanished, teleporting in front of the next stone pillar.

The corners of Ling Tong's mouth opened, his body stopped suddenly, and a white figure flashed, appearing in front of him, even in mid-air, he was still wearing a special two-word pincer Yang Ma, his left fist was closed in his chest, and his right palm was slightly bent, stretched out in front.

The six blood vines scattered and pierced over, attacking up and down in unison. Feng Rui kicked on one of them, his body was like a willow swinging in the wind, quickly pulling high, his left wrist blocked two ways, and his right hand disappeared completely.

Boom Boom! Only three continuous explosions were heard, the head of the blood vine was raised high, Feng Rui was thrown out by the force under his feet, and he stepped on the ground, and only then could he hear the sound of the blood vine cracking.

"I've kept you waiting." Ling Tong owed.

"Soon, it's always going to be over anyway."

Wow! I don't know how many vines flew up around the boundary pillar, entangled together, wrapping a small hemispherical space, only a tiny gap, not even a finger can necessarily insert into the tiny gap, for a while even the moon was blocked, and the five fingers could not be seen.

"Looks like you're confident." Feng Rui simply closed his eyes, raised his hand, Zama stood up straight, and once again posed in the Wing Chun starting pose.

"It's just that it's more convenient for both sides."

……

The battle of Qixian Ping unfolded between two groups of high-level martial artists.

Martial arts surgery has once again surpassed the speed of development of thermal weapons in human physical fitness. Whether it's a machine gun or an automatic rifle, the reflexes of ordinary people are at the root of their ability to dominate the battlefield, and warriors have been able to move before their opponents find out and pull the trigger, and they can also accelerate in extreme conditions and break through the most dangerous 50-meter distances. In this way, the threat to the warriors is greatly reduced by the thermal weapons unit composed of ordinary people.

This problem also exists among warriors, but it is the weapons themselves that are holding them back. The firing speed of thermal weapons is constant, and the ammunition supply of light individual equipment has a limit, and after repeated trials, human beings have found that traditional combat and cold weapons can exert more powerful power under the increase of physical fitness.

A skilled martial artist can easily shoot at a target thousands of miles away, which is already the standard of a top sniper, and the thickness of dozens of kilograms of pure steel shield is equipped on the body, and the thickness also exceeds the armor standard of the old tank.

What's more, the disdain of the warriors to use hot weapons does not mean that they cannot use hot weapons, and the warriors of Bergasus and Futu are all well-trained special soldiers, capable of both hot and cold, and excellent in technical combat, and their performance is also beyond the reach of ordinary armies in an environment that simply requires destructive power.

However, the confrontation between warriors and warriors still can't tolerate the existence of hot weapons, which is no longer some kind of constraint, but they instinctively trust their bodies more.

The battle of Qixian Ping was in this atmosphere, there was no gunsmoke, no cannon sound, only the crisp sound of metal and metal colliding, and the screams that accompanied the splashing of flesh and blood.

Su Qing and Lu Rumu formed a battle formation, two long swords, one green and one red, Su Qing's green sword is the prototype of the hissing wind arrow, the tip of the sword is opened, the wings are slotted, once the talent is stimulated, the speed surges, and the wind blade extends when stabbing directly, which is unguardable. Lu Rumu's red sword was jet-black all over, and at first glance it looked no different from an ordinary long sword, but once he activated his talent, the core with high heat storage characteristics would store the heat as much as possible through the hilt, lighting up the entire long sword.

This is an experimental type of weapon developed by Huaxia for the short activation time of the third-order martial artist's talent, there is no energy supply source, no transmission channel, tailor-made, and strives to maximize the role of their talents, which is fundamentally different from the standard weapon of Maori Seiko with battery energy in terms of design ideas.

Chu Fei didn't have such equipment, his ability was not suitable for such an armed idea, but Deng Huilin did, he was holding a huge mace, and under the stimulation of talent, he turned into the sharpest sword, and even the mountain stone could split a huge gap.

The Tai Chi sword is biased, and it does not leak when dancing, and it is more compact when it is formed into a double sword. However, Chu Fei swayed and flickered forward and retreated, his talent was shadowless and invisible, once it was activated, his true body turned into a dead end, leaving only a phantom entangled in front of him, which was unpredictable.

Su Qing had already suffered such a loss, and was hammered in the lower waist by Chu Fei's fist, and his action was in severe pain, and his body was faintly stiff. In order to support her, Lu Rumu resisted Deng Huilin's elbow before she broke free from his stormy fists and kicks, and now there is blood hanging from the corners of her mouth, and her ribs must be broken, because there is an obvious depression in her chest.

As soon as they fought, the two were already at a disadvantage.

Chu Fei and Deng Huilin dislike each other, but they can still cooperate seamlessly when they fight, Deng Huilin attacked, the mace stared at the opponent like a heavy hammer and smashed between the two, the light and thin sword is not suitable for hard blocking, not to mention that under his talent, any weapon collision must be avoided, once separated, Chu Fei will definitely entangle Su Qing, stalking and fighting, the small purple gold gourd flies up and down, and occasionally punches through the defense of the sword flower, directly hitting the body.

Boom! Lu Rumu knocked Su Qing away from behind, and the sword body that burned into golden red was picked up, Chu Fei retreated without hesitation, and the punch he attacked said that he would accept it, and without waiting for Lu Rumu to react, Deng Huilin had already filled the vacant position, the mace blocked the sword evasively, and the whip leg was firmly drawn on Lu Rumu's waist.

"Ru Mu!" Su Qing screamed miserably, the whole person accelerated abnormally, the long sword let out a sharp whistle, stabbing sword after sword, and the sword light shrouded the two opponents, so that they could not pursue their husbands.

This kind of attack will not last long, and everyone present knows it. Lu Rumu fell to the ground, the huge wound on his waist was oozing blood, he had known it for so long, and it was the first time he knew that Deng Huilin's talent could be used on his fists and feet.

Or is it applied to the fabric of military uniforms? Lu Rumu saw that Deng Huilin's trouser legs were all rotten.

But...... What is the answer and what does it matter? I laughed at Chu Fei before, but I didn't expect that the back hand that the chief of staff forced himself to do was really useful......

Lu Rumu stood up with the pain and casually pulled out the thin steel wire tied to his waist. The steel wire was connected to the 12 high-explosive grenades tied to the legs, the brocade robe was wide, the night was thick, and it was deliberately hidden, even Su Qing didn't know about it.

Isn't that the way to practice martial arts? But...... Whatever.

Lu Rumu pounced, knocked Su Qing away again, and inserted himself into the middle of the battle group. Su Qing turned his head and happened to see the faint green smoke on the hem of the brocade robe.

"Ru Mu!"

"Remember, no one ......"

Rumble!

Su Qing was overturned by the shock wave, and she could no longer know what her husband wanted to say.

……

In the cage, one after another wooden thorns continued to pierce down, compressing the space for Feng Rui to dodge, he had already given up fighting the enemy empty-handed, a pair of butterfly short knives were held close to his arms, listening to the wind, every time the left knife resisted, the right knife would split on the wooden thorns, chasing the knife like electricity, splitting the wooden thorns to pieces.

But it's too dark inside, and hearing alone can't cut every thorn. Moreover, the third-order ability destroyed the world under the movement, how could he rely on these proliferating wood thorns to drag Ling Tong's energy.

So Feng Rui took one step at a time, his steps were extremely steady, and he only attacked those who would hurt him.

It could be seen that Ling Tong was in a hurry, and would rather give up the advantage of advancing and retreating freely, seal the sky, and only seek a quick victory. The wooden thorn is restricting Feng Rui's space, but isn't it restricting his own space for action? Feng Rui believed that once Ling Tong's location was discovered by him, a third-order ability who was not considered a top level would definitely not be able to block his attack.

The two of them grew closer and closer in silence, save for the dull sound of wooden thorns piercing into the ground one after another, or the violent sound of the two butterfly knives slashing their targets.

20 meters, 10 meters......

Ling Tong exhaled, he could "see" Feng Rui. It may not be accurate to say this, the surrounding plants, the grass under his feet, will tell him the location of the target, he can't tell who the target is, but there are only two people in the cage, so it is no different from seeing.

Fourth-order martial artists are very annoying, just like Hawke who returned back then. Magellan, who doesn't need any special abilities, has to be careful with speed and strength alone, they can clumsily fight the whole battle, but once they hit it, the fragile flesh often can't withstand even a single blow.

Duh! Duh!

Two more wooden thorns blocked Feng Rui's last retreat, it was already enough, Ling Tong slowly exhaled the air deposited in his lungs, and his energy surged wildly.

Feng Rui disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The grass on the ground jumped up like a sword, the vines above their heads were squeezed like boulders, and the wooden thorns on the vines were so dense that they almost filled all the space.

In the short interval when these killing moves were closed, Feng Rui disappeared and appeared in front of Ling Tong following his intuition of danger, his right arm stretched out straight, and the butterfly knife was like the tip of a spear, stabbing Ling Tong's heart, and the whole hand pierced through the past, blasting the heart, and piercing Ling Tong's body with the whole arm.

Warrior, move forward!

Everything closed together, densely penetrating Feng Rui's body.

Ling Tong spat out a mouthful of blood and spit on Feng Rui, who was speechless: "In the end, ...... Or underestimate the warrior......"

The commander-in-chief of the Global Human Alliance, a third-order ability, Lieutenant General Ling Tong, died in battle.