Zhang Dongming led a hundred red belt guards to personally press the rear camp, the Chinese army was in chaos, and only a few people escaped, Zhang Dongming strode towards the Chinese army, and the blood oath sword was raised forward, and a hundred guards moved forward at the same time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The black chicken shouted, "Ignition of the fire!"

The left and right battalions and the Chinese army were separated by two sky-high flames, and countless arrows shot through the flames with a sound of breaking through the air towards the cavalry of the Hydrylle Empire, and Zhang Dongming personally commanded a hundred red belts and sniped in front of the cavalry of the Zyler Empire.

The rising flames confined the cavalry of the Hydryl Empire to the narrow camp of the Chinese army, and the rows of arrows of the left and right armies instantly knocked over several of the Hydryl cavalry.

Zhang Dongming always thought that the cavalry relied on the impact force, as long as the dense Chinese army was used to contain the impact of the cavalry, it was easy to eliminate the cavalry who stole the camp, who knew that the cavalry of the Hydroxyle Empire was a combination of man and beast, and it did not rely on the impact force at all.

After a brief panic, the Imperial cavalry began to charge towards the rear camp.

In the blazing firelight, Zhang Dongming stood alone in front of the guards, and a tyrannical aura rose.

"Kill!" A black lightning bolt was stopped and cut down by Zhang Dongming, and the monster knights were all split into two, and the blood oath sword had already cut down three knights with a swing.

A hundred guards stepped forward, and a hundred Xueliang long knives formed a knife curtain, and slashed down against the cavalry of the Hydroxyle Empire who came to the impact.

The Red Belt Warriors are all people who have experienced the first level of the Tempering Pavilion, and their physical strength is far beyond ordinary people, and they are all better than the Lin Mu and the Rhino Clan, and the beasts ridden by the knights of the Hydroxyle Empire are similar to the ghosts, and they only have a slight advantage in agility against the Red Belt Warriors.

The arrows on both sides were like rain, and the one hundred and one long knives in front of them were as solid as a rock, and they were still standing tall even if they were attacked again and again.

Zhang Dongming's Optimus Jade Pillar generally stands at the forefront of the Red Belt Samurai, with a physique of up to 60 points, even if it is slashed by the knight's scimitar, it is just a white line, and the sharp Blood Oath Treasure Knife is a knife or two as long as it is swung over.

The killing continued, and Zhang Dongming was already about to become numb, that is, the mechanical knife was swinging, cutting the cavalry of the Zylle Empire that rushed up in half to cut it in half.

The blood mist was filled, the stumps were flying, the roars of wild beasts, the screams of knights, the shouts of red-banded warriors, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air, as if all of a sudden they were all slowly moving away, and only the rising and jumping flames were left in front of them, and there were black shadows in a trance, and even the sound of the Blood Oath Treasure Knife cutting into the flesh disappeared.

The small black brand that the Celestial God Attribute Board turned into in his mind was haloed with a layer of blood red, which was even brighter and more delicate, and even the vague shadow inside gradually became clear.

There are countless blood-red silk threads floating in a gray world, and those silk threads can be blown away without a trace of a gust of wind like catkins, Zhang Dongming is standing in this world, and the wisps of blood-colored silk threads seem to be attracted to him, flying towards him lightly, submerging into his body, entering the mental space, and blending into the black brand.

The more blood-colored silk threads are integrated, the brighter and more delicate the small black brand becomes, like a piece of black jade that has been warmed for many years.

The earthy yellow light spots under the small black sign emit a fluorescent light, shining on the small black sign, as if transparent, a cloud of smoke slowly floats in the small sign, the more blood-colored thin lines are introduced, the thicker the black smoke, and the clearer the shadow appears.

It seems that Chen Lu is taking a bath, Zhang Dongming is still thinking about the graceful body in his sleep, and a trembling hand gently covers the fat ball, it is Tian Xixi's hand, and the two of them often play in the water together.

No, Tian Xixi didn't have such long hairs on his hands, it was a burly man, Zhang Dongming's heart ached, and suddenly the black vines rose and whipped the man's body, Chen Lu's long hair was flying, glaring angrily, and he was even more queenly, and instantly the skin and flesh of the man's whipping were covered with scaly wounds.

There was an explosion in his mind, and his soul instantly dispersed, and the black brand even swallowed up the blood-colored silk threads that were bound around it and extended from the earthy yellow light spots, and those silk threads were to curb the ascension of the god attribute plate, although he had never understood what it was, but Zhang Dongming knew that the silk thread that was wrapped around the god attribute plate was closely related to his life, and now it was suddenly absorbed by the black brand, and he would not be dragged to the sky by the gods in the underworld.

The mind was distracted, the eyes were dark, and when the light was restored, the range of a hundred meters around the body seemed to be vivid, clearer than the territory exploration, everyone's every move, and even the appearance of stepping on the grass that fell to the ground and slowly stretching, all clearly appeared in front of him.

There was also a change in his mind, the black brand and the earthy yellow glowing dot switched places, the earthy yellow dot rose to the top, the black brand was directly below the light spot, the blood-colored silk thread wrapped around the black brand disappeared, and the black brand hovered peacefully in his mind, and did not mean to fly to the sky with him.

More than a dozen knights of the Hydroxyle Empire rushed over, the red-banded warriors had already been suppressed and retreated a few meters, Zhang Dongming was surrounded by enemies, three full moon scimitars, four ghost-like fierce beast maws, and seven scimitars thrown over. Everything is extremely clear, only need to twist a few times in a small space to easily dodge, the blood oath sword with the afterimage slashed through a zigzag arc, the four ghost-like beasts are in different places, and the two knights of the Hydroxyle Empire have been split into two pieces with a flip of the wrist.

One step out, the Blood Oath Treasure Knife casually pushed forward a flat line, and the heads of two knights of the Hydroxyle Empire landed.

Within a hundred meters, everything emerges clearly, the heart moves at will, the body moves at will, it seems that within this 100 meters, he can do anything, as long as he wants, he can instantly kill all the enemies who rush into the side within a hundred meters.

The blood-colored silk thread rose from the body of the dead knight of the Hydroxyle Empire, floated in the air, slowly converged towards Zhang Dongming, and finally submerged into his body, merging into the black brand in his mind.

The black sign is more crystal clear, and the range of a hundred meters is clearer, even if you close your eyes, you can clearly know that there is an enemy in that place, that place is your own people, and where there is a scimitar to cut it.

The Blood Oath Knife was wielded at will, like a ghost floating out of hell, and dozens of people had been killed in the shaking of its body, and even the fierce beasts like ghosts could not escape the fate of the souls under the sword.

The pressure of the red-belted warriors dropped sharply, but they didn't take a step forward, and looked at the Xiong Zhen Battalion Commander in front of them who was wielding a sword alone, envious of his luck in the past, but now they were afraid of his strength.

One person with a knife, facing the knights of the Hydroxyle Empire who were like a black tide, chopping melons and cutting vegetables knocked them all to the ground, one knife per person, or two or three people, the snow bright knife light cut through a beautiful arc within a hundred meters, breaking through the space regardless of the distance, and every knight of the Hydroxyle Empire who rushed over was in a different place.