I have to say that people are forced out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Only on this battlefield, only between life and death, can you reach your potential. Fang Hong found a new path, and this path was destined to be bloody, but it allowed him to survive on this battlefield.

"Sting. A horse rushed over, and Fang Hong swept the long knife across the horse's head. He felt that he was really stupid just now, the horse's leg bones were so hard, it was easier to smash them with a blunt object. But a long knife is as sharp as a long knife, but it is suitable for attacking some vital places, such as a horse's belly or horse's head.

He wasn't familiar with the anatomy of a horse's neck, but he tried to slash it anyway. Only in the continuous exploration can we find the most accurate location.

Sometimes, if he couldn't be killed with a single sword, he would attack the cavalry on horseback. He was not familiar with the neck of a horse, but he was familiar with the neck of a person, and he could cut off a person's head with a knife, even with his eyes closed.

As time went on, he became more and more comfortable with it. Sometimes a dozen horsemen rushed at him, and he only had to take a slight step to the side, and then with a single turn of his long knife, he could cut down a horse. Yang Zheng's beheading technique, which was used to execute prisoners, burst out with even more powerful power in his hands.

And when he didn't find it, more and more evil qi condensed in his body. If his divine body was out of his body at this time, he could see that a layer of black flames burned on his side.

"Kill. "A Tatar centurion galloped in, tall and with an extraordinary horse, much more powerful than the ordinary Tatar cavalry he had just encountered. It seems that these Tatar low-level officers all relied on military merit to rise to the top, and almost every one of them was a warrior of the steppe. In addition, the Tatars like to eat meat, and they have great strength, even if Fang Hong practices martial arts, he can't gain the upper hand in strength.

This person also noticed that there seemed to be a very difficult existence in the Ming army, and immediately used the power of the horse under his crotch to make a short sprint, and the scimitar slashed towards Fang Hong.

Fang Hong had been fighting on the battlefield for so long, and he had an almost instinctive sense of murderous aura. The moment the centurion rushed over, it was as if he had been stabbed in the back.

He also raised his knife at the same time, and his spirit instantly converged on the centurion's body. Heaven and earth are all dark, and there is only one person as far as the eye can see.

The centurion, who was sprinting, couldn't help but shrink his heart, like the lone wolf he had encountered that night when he was still a minor.

The lone wolf's fangs enlarged in front of him, targeting his throat. The hungry lone wolf wanted to devour him so that he could survive the long winter nights.

Fortunately, at this time, his father arrived and shot the lone wolf with an arrow, and the wolf's blood splashed his face. The warm, fishy smell, he remembered, was the smell of death.

This time, however, the fangs were still enlarged, but his father would not come to his rescue. When I got closer, I realized that there was a fang, and it was clearly a long knife full of gaps and shining with cold light.

"Poof. A stream of blood splashed on his face, and the same warm and fishy smell seemed to be back to that winter day more than ten years ago. The wind is bitter and the chill is biting.

In the next moment, the head of the horse under his crotch flew out suddenly, his front hooves fell, and his whole body was thrown out by the tremendous force.

"Sting. While he was in mid-air, another sword flew in, and this time, it was his head that flew out. A big head flew in the air, and he still had the figure of the young man in his eyes.

But the young man didn't look at him a little bit, as if he, the centurion, was no different from the ordinary soldiers who had come before. He was about to smile bitterly, but it was completely dark in front of him, and he was no longer conscious.

The fight lasted until it was dark, and then the city withdrew its troops. The order to withdraw from the Tatar side also came, and the two sides left with a tacit understanding.

Fang Hong stood in the middle of the battlefield, corpses all over the ground, the long knife in his hand had become tattered, the blade had been rolled, and there was still some flesh and blood on it.

The leather armor on his body had long been tattered, and his body was covered with wounds, and his whole body was shaky. In fact, he had already reached his limit, and he was supported by his will, if he hadn't held his breath, he would have fallen by now.

After the withdrawal of troops on both sides, the evil spirit of the surrounding army also dissipated. Fang Hong's divine body came out of his body, and his incomparable spiritual power drew water vapor from all directions, nourishing his body.

These vapours were contaminated with his divine power, with a nourishing effect. The wounds on his body were originally stained with a lot of dust, but they were all washed away at this time, and the wounds were slowly healing.

Because the divine body could be out of the body, he felt that his physical strength was also recovering at an extremely fast speed, and Fang Hong, who had difficulty even standing, could now walk.

"This is ......" Fang Hong was just about to return to the city, but from the perspective of the divine body, he found that there was a layer of black evil qi wrapped around his body.

He stretched out his hand, and this layer of evil qi was absorbed, like a fireball, floating quietly in the palm of his hand.

His spirit probed into it a little, and he felt that there were scenes in it that were playing back and forth. Countless people and horses were cut off by a long knife, and every time they performed it, the evil aura became stronger.

"Wronged soul?" After death, the soul will not disappear within half a day, and can stay in the yang world. If the unjust soul that died in vain can remain for a longer time, once it absorbs enough resentment, it will even turn into a ghost. Fang Hong found that the Tatar soldiers he killed seemed to have turned into unjust spirits and were imprisoned in this layer of evil qi.

But he soon discovered that these didn't seem to be ordinary souls, they were much tougher than souls, and Fang Hong estimated that they could hold out for at least seven days in the Yang World.

What he didn't know was that this kind of soldier who died was generally called a war spirit.

If you kill too many people, you will be entangled by unjust souls, and even if the unjust souls dissipate, the residual evil qi will also consume your luck. Fang Hong originally planned to directly use his divine power to kill these battle spirits, but he found that these battle spirits could not harm his luck, and even faintly formed a blessing effect.

Killing people on the battlefield is not related to cause and effect. Therefore, no matter how many kills a soldier on the battlefield is, he will not be punished. On the contrary, the greater you kill, the more grand your luck becomes, and how many famous generals through the ages have accumulated their exploits from the battlefield little by little, and finally made a name for themselves.