The undulating squatting body is like a galloping horse, and the volley void top is open. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the era of cold weapons, horses were the kings of the battlefield, and these chariot-like creatures had limbs. Long, the posture is strong and strong, in the four hooves churning, the long mane is flying, galloping in the army, like the tide of the sea seems to be unstoppable, indomitable.

There is also a method of taking the shape and meaning of the galloping horse in the national arts, such as the horse shape in the twelve shapes of the Xingyi boxing, the secret method of the horse yin hiding phase in the heart boxing, the horse picking the horse in the bagua palm, the horizontal horse hitting the horse and turning the eight styles, the mane in the Shaolin boxing, the horse, and the three eyes of the reins, all imitate the galloping horse, mighty, and fierce divine will.

But after all, the manpower is limited, and no matter how far the masters of the past dynasties have cultivated, they can't compare to these terrible creatures that weigh 800 kilograms and have more than 40 times the power of ordinary people when running, which is equivalent to forty adults whose strength is integrated as one and collides with all their might.

If the one-star peak is the limit of ordinary people's cultivation, then after layers of blessings, Lin Qing's strength has temporarily reached a three-star level, how is his strength compared to horses?

I want to try it too. Lin Qing narrowed his eyes and looked at the fierce people who were getting closer and closer in front of him. The remnant orc goblin opened his mouth and read: "The spirits of the underworld, all over the town, knock on the true monarch, and sweep in all directions. ”

The phantom light of the underworld in the sea of gods suddenly shone out, and the dazzling black god light shone all over every corner, and the power from the underworld to subdue the ghosts surged into Lin Qing's body like a spring of Baotu water. Body.

"Haha!" Lin Qing let out a long laugh, shook the spear in his hand, and left a crack like a spider web on his right foot in place, and the whole person broke out of the adventurer's galloping team, like a stray horse, and rushed straight into the orc army. in the team.

The wind tore at Lin Qing's robe, and the thunder agitated and jumped over his face, blowing his sideburns up, hot blood. The fishy smell came to his face, and the surrounding pictures turned into green faces in a sharp flicker, Lin Qing was like a general who led a large army to step on the company camp, driving a peerless horse, and rushed into the enemy army first.

The spear manifested by the paper talisman roared through the void, like a dragon, the cold light of the spear like a meteor catching the moon passed through the four goblins, and finally stabbed into the chest of a tall orc, Lin Qing picked up the five corpses. Their stunned expressions froze forever on their faces.

Boom! Lin Qing stepped heavily in front of him, as if wrapped in a thousand powers, and slammed into the ground, several radial cracks spread out on the ground, and the goblins standing beside Lin Qing only felt like lava spraying under their feet. Hair, a strong force tossed itself up, and the orcs also swayed from side to side, unsteady on their feet.

Throwing the long string of paper guns behind him, Lin Qing's left hand grabbed from behind. Grabbed the barrel of the gun, and swung it violently, and the blood-stained yellow. The colored paper gun drew a perfect circle clockwise around Lin Qing, and the five corpses on the paper gun fell to the ground, kneeling in a row with their heads down.

Like an iron rod wielding vigorously, the paper gun swept aside the goblins and staggering orcs around Lin Qing who were dancing in mid-air, and suddenly Lin Qing's side was cleared out of an open space, and then looking at Lin Qing, the Taoist robe on his body turned into a black power suit at some point, just like a knight with a gun, fighting on the battlefield.

"Well done, man!"

The adventurers finally arrived, and these elites quickly occupied the gap around Lin Qing, like a nail, and drove it into the rear of the orc goblin alliance.

"Hey, Lin, I didn't expect you to be so powerful, your long-handled skills are better than any knight I've ever seen!" Gladiatorial fights. Randy grabbed the head of a goblin and greeted Lin Qing loudly, this goblin was grabbed by Randy like a noodle, and it looked like the skull had been wrestled with a gladiatorial fight. The taxi cracked.

"You're great too, Randy, these goblins are like cheese to you!" Lin Qing responded to the gladiatorial fight with a smile. Shi, by the way, he set up the three short swords swung by the goblin, twisted the force, and the three short swords fell to the ground one after another, and then stabbed a short man with a backhand.

"Haha, of course! Randy Great. Ye is the strongest! ”

"Huh!" Several low voices overlapped, and a colorful aura spread out from the feet of the holy warriors at the front, these gods and attendants who were dressed like fortresses and held large shields were always on the front line of the battle, and the layers of aura woven by faith and divine power enveloped all adventurers. Provide different protection and power to the sheltered, and reflect the holy splendor of this space.

Beside the paladins, are the battle-axe-wielding barbarians, these red. Bare. Dressed in tattoos and braided with twine, the master axe came from the Orr Plains in the eastern part of the Kagash Mountains, where the barbarian tribes were well known to the secret way that crossed the Kagash Mountains to the western part of the range, so it was not unusual to see them in Nemea.

Having a different life with Nemea. Body. The barbarians of the Department are born warriors, barbarians tempered in the harsh environment of the Orr Plains. Physically strong, strong, and masters of axe skills, their fighting style is primitive, savage, and deadly, the tattoos on the bodies of these barbarians slowly glow, and they are communicating with the barbarian god Babosh, the god of bulls, who will give faith in battle. The tenacious strength of the barbarian tribes gathered over thousands of years.

Standing on either side of the procession are knights on foot and gladiatorial fights. The combination of warriors, the knights on foot wielding their greatswords in the orc goblins, slashing out pieces of flesh, these knights are more skilled in fighting under their horses than on horses, and most of them believe in it. Looking up to Nolan, the god of war favored the knights of the battlefield more than the priests and monks of the temple, and the knights blessed by Nolan chanted Noran's name and calmly dealt blows to the orcs and the earth.

Gladiatorial fights. The warriors fought differently from the knights, and these slaughtered men from the various gladiatorial arenas. Husband is proficient in killing. The art of killing, they are good at any martial arts. weapons, whether it is a sword, a tomahawk, a dagger. heads, spears, warhammers and even shields, these martial arts. Skill has long been honed into their scarred bodies. In the body, they are well-deserved martial arts. Instrument masters, even hands. Not. Inch. Iron can also kill opponents on the spot with a pair of iron fists.

At the back of the team, followed by knights with shields, gladiatorial fights. Soldiers, and the Wanderers, they have mastered exquisite defensive skills, and the Wanderers are down-and-out. The descendants of the clan, no matter how glorious their family once was, are long gone, and they pursue the glory of their ancestors, relying on them to master only the noble. Clans can be cultivated. In order to restore the glory of their ancestors, they often appeared on the battlefield in these places where they could make military achievements, holding a long and short double sword, the elder stabbed and the short defended, killing the enemy unscathed.

The adventurers cooperated seamlessly, like a meat grinder, a bloody way, breaking through, under the front and back attacks, the alliance of orc goblins gradually showed a rout, after all, it was not a well-trained regular army, the beast tide on the battlefield was surging, and the orc goblins who could not observe the form in the unprepared and menacing even thought that the army of humans and dwarves had been pressed, ready to wipe them out.

In the center of the battlefield, the camp of humans and dwarves, the land of the corpses.

Endless green skins swirled, one wave was not killed, and another wave came, and this last position was like a cold wind in a winter night. Shaken like a fledgling, tired, hopeless, crumbling.

Even though the feeling of powerlessness has penetrated deep into the soul, the warriors have a firm grip on their martial arts. They did not rely on the exhausted physical strength, but the will to flicker like a broken candle, the will to fight against the water.

"You...... You listen," the knight haired. His trembling hands clenched the greatsword, the silver armor on his body was already covered in blood, he gasped and said to his companions, "That's ...... What, what sounds? ”

"Ahem, ahem, don't ......make trouble," the knight's companion hacked. A goblin with a small hammer who wanted to smash his knee paused, then froze, "Wait, wait...... It's ...... It's ...... The national anthem of Nemea! ”

"Robes!"

The knight's companion raised his sword, the notched blade no longer sharp, and he shouted loudly, squeezing the last bits of air out of his lungs.

"Listen carefully! Emperor. Reinforcements from the kingdom, the lion of Nemea, have arrived! ”