The noise resounded throughout the battalion, to be precise, throughout the front battalion, which was composed of cannon fodder battalions, the first charge on the battlefield, and a buffer zone, the first to be affected by enemy attacks, as a buffer, they also shouldered the task of vigilance.

There is a touching scene of brothers recognizing each other, and there is a cacophony of shouts of killing, the sound of slamming on the door, the muffled roar of horses, the sound of warnings, mixed and chaotic, filling the ears, and disturbing the people must not be clean.

"Come with me. "Ask Chuanting to look ahead, the fire is soaring, and there are bursts of fighting.

"Big brother, they ......" Candle was a little unbearable, and his eyes also turned to the direction of the fight.

"I can't take care of it, and none of us can leave if we don't leave. Ask Chuanting shook his head to interrupt the candle and looked at him deeply.

There was nothing to pack, the three of them had all their luggage on them, and there was no luggage, just a few shabby clothes with them. The four of them walked and stopped, avoiding the crowd that rushed out of the tent, but they couldn't avoid it, and followed the crowd to see the opportunity to dive into the shadows again.

"Kill those who retreat, kill those who take the opportunity to escape, and kill those who confuse the army. "Three killing words, full of blood, sonorous sentences, and no human feelings.

A man rode on a tall horse and shouted, his face was white and beardless, wearing leather armor, holding a mace, and he sat down on a red war horse, much taller than an ordinary fire-scaled horse, and behind him was a row of scaly warriors, sitting neatly on the horse. Wen Chuanting glanced at it lightly, and then ignored it.

The four of them circled around, trying to avoid meeting people, this chaotic scene, after all, there was a chance to meet, no, dodging the unarmed cannon fodder battalion, and met a team of coalition troops, the other party had pigtails on his head, and the braids hung in fragments, and collided with the shaking of his head. The horses under him, the hooves of the horses are rolled with animal skins, and the head is wearing a rattan cage, a typical sneak attack.

When the other party saw the four people, they didn't greet them, they all rushed up, and asked Chuanting's eyes narrowed, and the cold light came out of the cracks.

"Looking for death!" The words were gently spat out, and the other party's seven orifices gushed blood, and he fell to the ground softly. Wen Chuanting is not Wen Chuanting when he was in the cannon fodder camp, entering the Unity Realm, not only has he made progress in the dream of sealing the gods, but he has also entered the seventh layer - the Unity Realm. The seventh layer is not like the first six layers, building the foundation, refining the spirit, the cultivation is the body, is the skill, at this time the teacher is natural, all kinds of secret techniques emerge one after another. 'Blood control' is the secret technique in this, controlling the blood of others, as long as it is lower than one's own cultivation, it is easy to control the other party's blood riot, if the cultivation is equivalent to one's own, or it is high, it can only affect the other party's blood, to put it bluntly, it depends on the level of the other party's cultivation.

This 'blood control' secret technique originates from the "Blood Demon Formula", which is in the same vein as the "Great Wilderness Blood Sutra" taught to the bald head and others, but the effect is much stronger than the "Great Wilderness Blood Sutra".

"Pick up weapons. Ignoring the enemy who fell to the ground, he asked Chuanting to take a leisurely walk, and when he stepped over, the surrounding crowd fell to the ground one after another, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and his body was soft and boneless. The three little looked at each other, and they all saw the horror in each other's eyes, and they didn't dare not listen to Wen Chuanting's words, so they picked up the weapons from the ground and chased after Wen Chuanting's footsteps. Don't dare to slow down, don't dare to take a step faster, slow down, afraid that you won't be able to catch up with his pace, and be surrounded by others; if you are fast, you don't see the people on the left and right in front of him fall to the ground? Maybe if he can't control any of them, they will be his own fate.

The anomaly on the side of "Killing ......" finally attracted attention. A team of alliance cavalry galloped over, asked Chuanting frowned slightly, waved his arms slightly, the earthy yellow light flashed, in the dark, the earth shook, this is not the vibration caused by the horse's hooves stepping on the ground, it is the earth shaking, directly in front of the four, a long earthen wall suddenly protruded, the rushing cavalry sprinted at high speed, slammed into the earthen wall, the horses screamed, the crowd of people flying sideways, the front row of cavalry flew up, and the back followed. Like dumplings, the popping sound is endless, people are in the air, blood drips, and there is no breath when they fall to the ground.

Ignoring the tragedy, Wen Chuanting adjusted his direction slightly, and led the three of them to move on. The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, Wen Chuan Ting does not want to entangle, but the other party does not let him go, the crowd keeps running, and Ask Chuan is very annoying. Whether it was cavalry or infantry, or even horses, as long as they hindered their advance, they fell to the ground one after another, and bled to death in the same way.

"Stop, the general has an order, and those who flee are killed!" Seeing that he was about to walk out of the battlefield, a team of fire scales rushed out of the horizon, and the person who shouted was slender and had a soft face, and the scholar was better than the general.

Wen Chuanting ignored it, continued to take steps, and walked straight out of the battlefield. Yes, he used to walk, he used to walk all the time, he didn't run, he didn't jump, he just walked like a walk, and along the way, the enemy fell to the ground and automatically got out of the way. The body is not stained with blood, and the only way to do it is to raise an earthen wall to block the opposing cavalry.

"Kill!" Seeing that the four did not listen to the advice, the other party was also a decisive person to kill, and the soldiers were brave.

Wen Chuanting shook his head slightly. "I really don't want to kill people, especially my own people. As he spoke, his body did not stop, and he walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Don't want to kill, kill less?" Zhu Rong muttered. But he was glared at fiercely by the candle in front of him.

The people in front of them bled without warning and fell to the ground and died, and the soldiers who poured in behind, unaware of what they were doing, continued to rush forward, but those in front were frightened by the death in front of them, and their steps retreated. Crowding in a small area is generated.

Death is fearful and contagious, especially death without warning. It is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid evil, no one wants to face death, if it is a real fight with a knife and a real gun, there may be a trace of courage to face it, but the other party did not make a move, his hands were turned behind his back, just walked like a walk, as if he was visiting his own garden. Everyone kept retreating with the footsteps of Wen Chuanting.

"Forward! Those who retreat die!" The shouting general saw the chaos and couldn't help but shout, but unfortunately it had little effect. The soldiers kept retreating, the general's eyes were full of fierceness, the long knife in his hand flashed, silver light flashed, and blood gushed out.

The retreating soldiers saw the blood, and in the hula sound, everyone stayed away from the fierce generals, but they did not dare to rush forward. Whether it is a sudden death in front or a bloody tragic death in the rear, no one wants to experience it, after all, there is only one life, and when you die, there is nothing.

The soldier suddenly dodged, and a passage appeared, asking Chuanting and the four people to face the general directly face to face. Seeing the four people on the other side, the three behind them holding weapons, there was some excitement in their eyes, mixed with fear, and they knew in their hearts that these were three novices who had never been on the battlefield. And the leader of the leader, with no blood and no weapons in his hands, couldn't help but hesitate and struggle in his heart.

"Go back, I can act as if nothing happened. ”

"When nothing happens, can you call the shots?" asked Chuan Ting, tilting his head.

"He can't, I can!" the domineering voice echoed. Wen Chuanting turned his head, and a person who seemed to be emitting light floating in the air, Wen Chuanting's eyes were constricted, and his brows were twisted together.