The sun is setting in the west, and the temperature is rising further.

The pores on Wu Nian's body secreted a large amount of sweat, wetting his clothes. He lay behind the rock, raised his head slightly, stared at the front with a pair of eyes, and looked at Zhang Ningding and more than 80 others who were rushing in with a roar.

"Up!"

Wu Nian exerted his strength with both feet, and suddenly killed from the right side of the rock, the steel knife in his hand was like a white rainbow through the sun, and the bright knife light was gorgeous and abnormal.

"Poof!" Wu Nian cut off the head of a spearman with a single sword. The headless corpse, which did not immediately fall, spurted blood from its neck like a fountain.

The foul and sticky blood splashed Wu Nian's body, and it also affected the vision of his left eye. Wu Nian didn't blink, and let the blood cover his left eye, and also dyed the world red.

Eight against eighty, it's a tough battle.

If he can't win, then his Wu Year will end here.

In adversity, the weak die.

The strong man relied on the steel knife in his hand to kill a good man.

At this moment, Wu Nian seemed to be a machine, a machine that only knew killing. His heart was beating fast and providing a lot of energy to his muscles.

The continuous secretion of adrenaline pushed his war potential to an extremely high level.

His body was excited, but his mind was unusually calm.

Wu Nian stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of red teeth.

Mercenary Wu Nian.

He is complete in this moment.

A mercenary armed with a gun, wandering on the brink of death, and eventually losing his life.

It was his instinct to kill, and it was in his nature to be ruthless.

War was his life.

Winning is his purpose.

After killing one person, the steel knife in Wu Nian's hand had an extra gap. It's not a good knife, but it doesn't break because of it.

Wu Nian's feet moved, and a sharp spear slashed through his left shoulder. If he hadn't flashed, the spear would have pierced him in pairs.

Wu Nian looked up and saw a young man holding a spear, his eyes flashing with joy and consternation.

He thought he had stabbed and killed Wu Nian.

He thought he would be rewarded for this feat.

But he was greeted by death.

Wu Nian held the handle of the steel knife with both hands, the blood was sucked away by the cloth on the handle, and his hand holding the knife was very steady. With a twist of the wrist, a notched blade was missing, like a lover's hands, and gently stroked the spearman's neck.

"Poof."

Blood poured out, and the young spearman felt a rapid drain of his vitality, and then his body shook and fell to the ground.

Wu Nian didn't look at him more. If this life is destined to walk out of a path full of bones, then this spearman is just an insignificant corpse under his feet.

Wu Nian, who killed two people in a row, did not have any fluctuations in his heart. No sorrow, no joy. Focus, make him stronger. ruthless, imbuing him with war potential.

At this time, he seems to have a 360-degree field of view.

No. It's a feeling.

The sound of the wind, the smell of blood, the roar of killing.

Wu Nian looked ahead, but in his left ear, he clearly heard a killing sound. He moved his feet again, and then, in an awkward, bizarre position, kicked to the right.

Wu Nian's kick hit the lower body of a soldier in armor.

The soldier wears almost fully armed armor that protects against most slashing damage, but lacks defense against blunt weapons.

Wu Nian's powerful kick smashed his two balls.

"Ah!!!!h The armoured soldier let go of his hands, and the well-made steel knife fell to the ground. Instinctively, he opened his mouth to the maximum and let out a terrible roar of pain.

Wu Nian's eyes were as bright as stars, and at the last moment, he threw away the inferior steel knife in his hand, reached out and took the other party's well-made steel knife, and slashed the tip of the knife.

The sharp tip of the knife easily cut the opponent's neck. The soldier's screams stopped abruptly, and after shaking a little, he threw himself forward and fell to the ground.

Wu Nian's knees weakened, he fell forward, rolled in an ugly posture of a donkey, and flashed a spear that stabbed down from above.

With a "ding", the sharp spear was nailed to the ground. Wu Nian was rolling on the donkey as the steel knife in his hand shone and cut through the spearman's legs.

With a "click", the huge power and the well-made steel knife directly cut off the opponent's thigh bone.

"Ahh The spearman screamed, his left calf separated from his body, and he fell to the ground unsteadily.

Wu Nian stood up, raised his right leg, and then fell heavily. stepped on the spearman's back, causing him to fall into a baby's sleep.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Nian had already killed four people in a row. The blood of the enemy stained his whole body blood-red.

Zhang Jin, Tie Niu and others also killed ten people. But two of Wu Nian's subordinates were killed. One was pierced in the stomach with a spear and then hacked to death.

One person was stabbed to death directly with a spear.

There were still more than seventy enemies, and Wu Nian still had six.

"Don't stop. Consume and we will be annihilated. Kill, only by killing, can you kill a bloody way. ”

"Let them feel the fear of death and break their hearts in one fell swoop."

Wu Nian let out a low roar, not only did not retreat, but strode forward, rushing towards seventy people with the strength of one person.

Among them, four were soldiers and cavalrymen wearing armor, and more than a dozen were capable soldiers wearing light armor.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go.

The so-called war is a competition of physical fitness, war ability, and morale.

An army, with thirty percent casualties, can still fight, it is already good.

An army with fifty percent casualties and can still fight, it is elite.

Therefore, ancient military strategists believed that if you dare to die 10,000 people, you can run rampant in the world.

So how many casualties can an army of 100 people withstand by half of Zhang?

Wu Nian, Zhang Jin, and Tie Niu are all good hands, but they don't wear armor, and they can't kill them all. The only way to defeat them is to destroy them.

Treat death as home, and then put it to death and live again.

This is the brave.

Wu Nian's blood-stained eyes reflected dozens of bright spears and steel knives, and he also saw dozens of stunned faces.

The heart is like a tiger, and the eyes are angry.

Even though he had only one man, he could not kill a hundred, or a thousand, or ten thousand. But he is a demon who can be a nightmare in the hearts of these soldiers.

"Come on. Come with me to Yellow Springs. Wu Nian saw their fear, grinned, and showed a hideous and terrifying smile.

Now.

He is the God of Killing.