Ximen Feng and Amethyst stepped forward, as if they were strolling leisurely, and in front of them, in the cottage, barbarians poured out like a tide.

The two of them slowly bucked the tide of the barbarians and walked forward, gradually increasing their speed.

Ximen Feng carried the long knife on his shoulder, and the short sword of Amethyst was unsheathed, making a "waves" sound.

"Rush—"

"Ahhhhhh

The barbarian's mighty strange scream rang out, and in the face of this sound, Ximen Feng waved the long knife in his hand, and suddenly the knife light grew, and the blade suddenly increased several meters, turning into an extremely long knife of equal length.

Quiet as a virgin and moving like a rabbit, Ximen Feng and Amethyst interpret this sentence well. In a snap of their fingers, the figures of the two left their places and appeared in front of the enemy formation more than ten meters away.

Several people in the front row of the barbarians suddenly stared at each other, and the shouting of killing stopped abruptly, and then, the knife flashed, and the long knife in Ximen Feng's hand was flat, and the barbarians in front of him, their heads rolled to the ground, and the blood was like a spring.

The barbarians on both sides were really brave, and the companions in the front row fell, and they didn't even blink their eyes, they came up from both sides, and the simple iron sword in their hands flashed with cold light, and beckoned to the head and neck of Ximen Feng.

And Ximen Feng was just an understatement of a stride, and when his wrist flipped, the long knife made a sharp sound of breaking the wind, cutting through the sound, drawing an invisible thin line in the air, and cutting straight into the barbarian formation.

"Boom!"

With a loud roar, earth and rocks flew, and a large hole exploded in the barbarians' formation, and a crowd of people turned on their backs around them.

The offensive flank of the entire barbarian formation was instantly invincible!

On the other side, more than a dozen bright long swords were about to beckon behind Ximen Feng, behind them, the cold light bloomed, and within a few meters around, everyone who was standing was inexplicably cold in their chests.

"Wow!"

The amethyst just disappeared out of thin air in the air, and then, it immediately flashed to the center of the most dense barbarians.

This is the comb of [Su Musha] plus [Man Jianghong] skills, thirty sword qi and eight sword marks, cut out in just one and a half seconds, and the other half of the barbarians who want to sneak attack Ximen Feng's back, the distance that can kill the enemy's head with a difference of only a few meters has become a reality that they will never reach.

Two level 15 hero units, plus two sets of full-body purple equipment, broke out in this ancient battlefield dominated by cold weapons, and the terrifying intensity did not belong to this era.

Purple equipment is defined in-game as equipment that can change the course of a campaign.

And such equipment, two people wore two bodies.

Just talking about the [Iron Chopping Long Knife] in Ximen Feng's hand, the attack power is so high that it overflows, forming a generation gap with the long sword in the barbarian's hand in terms of value.

Under the crushing of this level of combat effectiveness, the numerical advantage suddenly became insignificant.

Qom was the leader of this barbarian stockade.

His trajectory is a history of a madman's fortune. He was originally just an ordinary member of an ordinary Homo sapiens tribe, but one day he suddenly mastered the use of iron tools, and began his ten-year career as a hunter.

He is not only a hunter, but also a "hunter", and in countless battles, he has always been the victor, absorbing the power of rival tribes, constantly expanding his power, and climbing the peak of power.

Crumpled, condensed, and shocked, he used his own hands and long sword to build this steely stockade.

Until this day, two men broke into his camp.

At the beginning of the battle, he was originally in the rear, and he could only see sporadic sword light.

By the time he came back to his senses, the sword light was already in front of him.

The shaman roared loudly around him, and the warrior chief cried in his ear.

"What about the chief?"

"What are we going to do?"

A hot emotion suddenly filled his brain.

"Rubbish!"

"Weak lamb!"

"There are only two people on the other side, what excuse do you have to make!"

"You have lost the glory of being a warrior!"

The leader's loud rebuke made the surrounding warriors both ashamed and angry.

There is nothing more glorious than standing to die, and nothing is more despicable and despicable than being stabbed in the back.

"Kill!"

Ximen Feng, who was in the middle of the game, immediately felt the pressure increase.

"It seems that the battle loss ratio has not yet exceeded the rout threshold of these barbarians."

"That's right, they set their collapse value very high in the first place, so high that it violates the law."

"Still, that's fine."

"My goal is to annihilate them all, which saves me even more effort."

He glanced at Amethyst, and Amethyst immediately understood what it meant.

Push it up! Keep going, don't stop!

Amethyst's heart was churning, her life had never been related to kindness, she felt both heartfelt pleasure because of the killing, and at the same time extremely excited because she fought side by side with the master.

This imbues her sword-wielding hands with power.

"Brush, brush, brush!"

"W-"

The sword light in his hand was chaotic, either cutting between the enemy's neck, or piercing the enemy's heart, every move was fast, accurate, and ruthless, and the enemy's body was as soft as a sack.

Ximen Feng's fighting style is completely different, with less subtle skills and more sharp moves that open and close.

Actually, there aren't many moves. Chen Feng himself has not systematically studied martial arts, what he relies on is completely physical fitness and the quality of weapons.

Maybe add a little bit of skill he'd learned watching the Scourge bringers fight.

Like lawnmowers, the two plowed through the middle of the barbarian's formation, leaving a long path paved with corpses in their tracks.

Soon, the figures of Ximen Feng and Amethyst appeared in front of the barbarian leader.

At the moment when the tall man swung the long knife, it was as if Qom saw death.

The cold light became a black hole, sucking his gaze into it.

The corpses of his men, and the unreasonable sword light, all told him a fact:

This opponent cannot be defeated.

It was the first time he experienced the desperation of being a prey.

His body began to tremble, and tears and snot welled out of his body.

The thought of not wanting to die took over his body and triggered a violent chemical reaction in his brain.

"Go ......"

His steps faltered, and his body swayed and turned.

The fluffy animal skin on his body flew in the air, and the best sword in his hand was also unsheathed.

It's just that this time it was unsheathed, not to kill the enemy, but to be discarded on the ground.

The leader of the barbarians, ran away.

Ximen Feng saw the actions of the other party's leader from a distance, and he didn't leave half sympathy for this stockade, but just said coldly:

"None of them will be left."

Amethyst faithfully carried out his will.

……

The remnant sun is like blood.

Xia Xiao's team, who came at the fastest speed, saw first under this bloody sun, which was full of stumps and broken arms.

The smell of rust and blood wafted through the air.

Without the bloody protection in the game, many scenes can trigger her triumphant reaction, but this scene in front of her is undoubtedly the most shocking to her heart.

"Gross-"

Not only her, but many people in her team let out retching sounds.

Ximen Feng and Amethyst sat back to back on a small dirt slope, the only place in the neighborhood that had not been contaminated with blood.

The two looked a little tired, but they seemed to be in a good mood. The setting sun burned the two out of a tragic silhouette, but the two talked and laughed, and the shadows dragged on the ground for a long time, and in the eyes of Xia Xiao and others under the dirt slope, they looked extremely tall.

After a long time, Xia Xiao suppressed the fear in her heart and walked in front of Ximen Feng.

All kinds of doubts pressed on her heart, which had already made her not vomit and unhappy.

"You say you're a player, but you're so powerful that you can single-handedly wipe out a barbarian stockade, but instead of staying in your own civilization, you're walking around."

"You're not as simple as you say you are, who are you?"

Ximen Feng's slightly tired face, the corners of his mouth hooked an arc:

"I'm just a passing leader of civilization."