Therefore, he directly ravaged himself.

The internal force in the body rushed out, and the big knife accurately and accurately slashed the axe surface continuously.

After three slashes, the sweeping axe was completely out of control, and it rolled upside down and ran back to the barbarians.

The barbarian was frightened and controlled the inverted axe with all his might.

He controlled it, but he also missed the chance to save his life. Under Wang Xianjin's full force, the big knife that followed the momentum slashed through his throat like lightning.

Wang Xianjin, who killed one more person, still did not stop, and continued to kill the next barbarian.

Feeling Wang Xianjin's strength, the remaining barbarians suddenly screamed hysterically.

Wang Xianjin, who was not an expert in languages, obviously had no way of knowing what the barbarians were calling, but he knew that the shouting was not a good sign.

In a previous battle, he had encountered a barbarian who was yelling and yelling.

At the time, he thought that the guy was so frightened by the fierce battle that he had a nervous breakdown! But he didn't want to, as soon as the guy finished shouting, he suddenly seemed to be possessed by a god, and his combat power skyrocketed.

Caught off guard, he almost suffered a loss.

Later, he still killed the barbarian, but it also consumed a lot of his internal strength and physical strength. This is definitely a big bad thing in the fierce and protracted battle of the city wall.

Now that this barbarian is coming out like this again, Wang Xianjin doesn't want to wait for him to finish calling before he does it.

With the force under his feet, Wang Xianjin suddenly rushed away like an arrow from the string and shouted at the barbarian. At the same time, the big sword in his hand danced wildly, and countless sword shadows oppressed the air so that the sound of a violent wind whistled out, and they slashed their heads and slammed towards the barbarians.

This is exactly the "howling wind" in his "Eighteen-style chaotic cloak knife technique".

Facing the countless sword shadows that roared and rushed in. The barbarians showed no weakness. As he shouted, he swung the big wooden stick in his hand and smashed it wildly.

The barbarians' fighting methods look a little chaotic. But who thinks they really don't know how to fight. Then you will inevitably suffer. Their instinctive wildness, as well as the way they learn to fight from wild beasts, is a headache.

Wang Xianjin didn't know what kind of wood the barbarian's big wooden stick was made of, although he had already burst out of internal force without hesitation, but he couldn't split the big wooden stick made of wood.

And the huge force from the big wooden stick made his right hand holding the knife tremble again and again, and the feeling was painful, numb and sore. It's really uncomfortable.

However, Wang Xianjin held back stiffly.

With a more rapid and fast body, Wang Xianjin rushed away from the interception of the big wooden stick with lightning speed. A knife stabbed the barbarian in the abdomen.

It's just that he wasn't unscathed.

His shoulder had been grazed with a large wooden stick, and although it had been discharged in time, it did not hurt his bones. But it's definitely already red and swollen.

The barbarians are dead. The rest of the beasts are easier to deal with.

The townsfolk were desperately withstanding the onslaught of the beasts with their weapons, and Wang Xianjin joined in, and the battle was quickly ended.

But that's just part of the story.

Elsewhere, more battles awaited him.

Wang Xianjin was not idle for a moment, and greeted the few townspeople who had just dragged the barbarian beast with him, and after a few more words of encouragement, he turned to other places.

The combat power of the barbarians. Apparently more than the people of the town. This allowed them to storm the walls in the face of attacks, leaving the larger population in crisis again and again.

And Wang Xianjin ran back and forth on the city wall. Wherever he is needed, there is his form.

It was he who saved the tide again and again, and allowed the people on the city walls to continue to fight with the confidence of his invincible killing.

It seems that he is the invincible god of war, and with him, it is impossible to fail.

However, Wang Xianjin, who killed all sides, regretted it.

He regretted that he had been stingy and alone.

He regretted that he hadn't spread the martial arts he had learned from the dream world earlier.

If he had done that earlier, the situation would not have been so bad, and he could only support it on his own.

Although, in any way, he was so self-cherishing at the beginning, and there was nothing wrong with it.

After all, modern people just like to "everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, and everyone cares about the frost on the tiles"!

He's just learning from the same thing.

But when the world has changed greatly, the code of conduct of modern people, which was once regarded as a classic, has become a joke.

What is wise to protect oneself; What dare not be the first in the world; Whatever patents should be enjoyed exclusively; What makes others on, and oneself is mentally supported in the back; Selfish thoughts such as everyone sweeping the snow in front of the door and caring about the frost on the tiles of others have all become jokes.

In this increasingly dangerous world, people have to huddle together for warmth, and they have to rely on each other to survive.

A person, no matter how strong he is, is only as strong as he is.

Just like the thousands of barbarians in front of him, when they roared and rushed over, who could he protect with the force of a dreamer?

Family?

Friends and family?

Are the folks old?

Or is this small town that has just been transformed from a village to a town?

Obviously, he can't protect anyone.

At most, he escaped with a few people.

If he could have passed on his martial arts at the beginning, even if it was a fee to pass it on, and a few people passed it on, the current situation would not be what it is now - he can only rely on him to support it independently.

And when he finally realized that he needed to pass on his martial arts, so that more people could have the ability to protect themselves, and by the way, to protect him, a self-righteous dreamer, it was too late.

Martial arts has never been a skill that can be learned today and become stronger today.

Cramming for the time being and sharpening the gun on the spot cannot replace the accumulation of practice and further study after all.

I think he used to like to sit alone at home, laughing at those who opened martial arts gyms, formed the Dream Giver organization, and threw themselves into the big and small forces, governments, countries, etc., laughing at them for practicing well and not practicing, but wasting time to do those meaningless things.

He thinks that he has the pearl of wisdom in his hands, and he is quite proud that everyone is drunk and sober.

He believes that only his own strength is the root of a dreamer. Others, such as money, power, organization, etc., are not superfluous things, and there is no need to care about them at all.

But now, he knows that his own strength is not enough, and the people around him must also be strong; And the strength around us is not enough, there must be more people who are not strong, but also have considerable strength to support it; But in this way, it is still not enough, and it must be supported by human, material, financial, and even scientific and technological resources.

It's just that when he finally realized this, it was too late, too late, and he didn't have a chance to make up for it. (To be continued.) )