But soon, Luo Zixing saw Liu Hua walk away, leaving Chu Zhengshan and Xu Boyi facing each other.

The wind rises, the sand and dust fill the sky, gradually enveloping people, and the yellow sand in front of them is hard, and it is difficult to see the things in front of them. However, Luo Zixing's ears have been listening intently to the movements around him, for fear that he will miss something.

"Kill!" I don't know who shouted first, but Luo Zixing subconsciously raised the knife. In fact, there is no need at all, he is in the rear position, and the front has not yet fought, and it is not his turn.

It's just that people will be extremely nervous in such an environment, and Luo Zixing is no exception, although he is already calm compared to many people around him, but he is still a little excited in his heart.

It's just that he can still restrain himself, not too gaffe, just glance at the people around him, either his legs are trembling with fear, or he has a look of war, if it weren't for someone blocking in front of him, I'm afraid he couldn't wait to rush up.

Soon the ranks dispersed, almost chaotic and indistinguishable from each other. Even if Luo Zixing has this super strength in such a battlefield, it is useless, because you don't know what kind of opponent you will face at all. It's normal to even be besieged by a few people. Therefore, in order to ensure his own safety to the greatest extent, Luo Zixing went around to the left wing, which is safer than the center.

Aiming at a thirtieth-order opponent, Luo Zixing directly swung his knife and killed it.

It may be that the other party didn't expect that there would be such a stunned young man in his twenties to find him, Luo Zixing's first move still worked, at least he didn't have time to take precautions, and was directly opened by Luo Zixing in his left shoulder.

But after one move, Luo Zixing was in danger of facing him directly.

But in the end, Luo Zixing came out of the pursuit, even if he didn't have a broken blade in his hand, he still had some experience. And this person probably came here with the idea of evasion, although there are thirty orders, but the strength cannot be compared with the average thirty orders at all, and even a twenty-eighth order in the Flowing Knife Gate may be able to defeat him. Luo Zixing's disadvantage in spiritual power was made up for with skill and experience. It's almost the more you fight, the more courageous. gradually forced the other party to be unable to parry.

Although it was on a chaotic battlefield, that person seemed to be afraid that someone would see him being beaten by a kid so embarrassed, so he gritted his teeth and poured all his spiritual power into his left arm.

As soon as Luo Zixing saw the sleeve of his left arm vibrating violently, he knew that it was not good, and hurriedly dodged and retreated.

"Boom!" The man punched out, but failed to hit Luo Zixing, but instead knocked a Qianlianmen disciple to the ground vomiting blood.

It's just that after this blow, he also reached the end of the strong crossbow and was solved by Luo Zixing with a knife.

Solve one, Luo Zixing did not stop and found the next opponent.

A great battle was fought in darkness for a full day, from the early hours of the morning until the evening until the last rays of light were about to be put away, when the two sides stopped fighting and returned to their camps.

I don't know how many people died in this battle, and how many of them were the objects of their own training, but Luo Zixing was lucky to survive.

It's just that his body injury is also extremely serious, and the blood stains his clothes so much that he can hardly see the color, some of them are other people's, and some of his own, until he goes back, there is still blood dripping.

Back at the camp, the disciples in charge of logistics hurried up to treat the wounded.

Yi Shiran and Rong Xiangyu found him almost immediately, or they were waiting outside his tent at all.

At the first glance of him, neither of them recognized him, but Yi was relieved to be careful, seeing that he was staggering and about to fall, he reached out to help him, only to find that it was Luo Zixing.

They checked the injuries on his body, which were not particularly serious, but they were seriously out of strength, and his spiritual power was obviously overdrawn.

As soon as he touched the bed, Luo Zixing fell asleep directly, and he didn't even change his clothes at all, allowing the bloody clothes to stain the bed.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that his body regained a little feeling, and Luo Zixing was awakened by hunger.

Outside the window, it was already the willow tops on the moon, I don't know what time it was, and there were two steamed buns next to the bed, which were still cushioned with clean cloths.

There were only a few people who didn't know each other who lived with him, and in a battle, there were three out of ten people in their camp, and I don't know if they were dead or seriously injured and were taken to the medical tent.

He tried to reach for the steamed buns, but found that he couldn't even move one hand at all, and his whole body began to hurt, and the severe pain almost forced him to faint again.

In fact, later, he had lost his mind, he only knew how to fight, and even forgot the rules, just waved the knife in his hand, and only saw his own people and enemies.

I didn't know what I was doing until I heard the drums of the army, and when I looked around, I found that too many people had fallen, and even those who were standing were mostly standing with their weapons on their hands.

I couldn't feel any pain in my body, and all my senses were out of order except for my sight and hearing.

Continuing to lie down and look at the only gap left in the camp tent, there was the whistling wind in my ears, and there was a trace of blood, and occasionally the wind blew in, always with a bloody smell, just like on the battlefield.

The feeling of death was suppressed in my heart, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Luo Zixing sat up strongly, seeing that he was still dressed in blood, he was not in the mood to be disgusted, so he reached out and grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Anything else?" a faint voice sounded in my ear.

Luo Zixing turned his head and saw that it was a young man who was not yet thirty years old, with the same injury, looking at the steamed bun in his hand greedily, needless to say that he was hungry, but he didn't seem to have eaten.

Luo Zixing threw the remaining one to him with all his might, but fortunately the camp tent was small, otherwise he might not even be able to throw away a steamed bun.

The man glanced at him gratefully, and didn't care that the steamed bun was stained with the blood and ash on Luo Zixing's hand, and devoured it.

There was a bloody taste in his mouth, and Luo Zixing rarely ate without washing his hands, especially when his hands were covered with blood and dust. He is not a cleanliness fetish, but his life in the two lives has not been too bad in terms of clothing, food, housing and transportation, and it is really the first time to eat this thing that usually makes him feel disgusting at a glance.

But when I really ate it, I found that it was actually like that, I was so hungry that I really ate everything. People are forced out.

After eating, my heart was relieved, and Luo Zixing fell asleep again......

It wasn't until noon the next day that Luo Zixing woke up leisurely. Usually outside, there was a sound of shouting, and it was a group of people fighting and cultivating together, but today it was replaced by moaning.