Looking at the scene of a river of blood not far away, the little old man's heart was dripping blood, and he was shocked and angry.

In the era of cold weapons, in small wars, the key factor that determines the victory or defeat of both sides, in addition to the morale of weapons and equipment, the most important thing is the casualty rate.

On the occasion of a battle between thousands of people, the scene of cold weapons fighting flesh-and-blood and blood splashing is an extreme test of the psychological quality of the soldiers.

Countless battles throughout the ages have shown that when an army has a casualty rate of close to 10 percent in battle, it means the beginning of a rout.

Not only is the huge casualty of the remaining soldiers oppressive, but more importantly, the large number of casualties has made it impossible for the military formation to maintain a normal formation.

In the perfect formation, the lack of a piece means the beginning of the collapse of the military formation.

For generations, those who have been able to maintain their combat strength even when the casualty rate reaches one-tenth of the ages are all elite soldiers among elite soldiers.

The team that the little old man spent countless efforts to build is such an elite soldier.

After being killed by Song Xing, a fifth of the number of armor soldiers, these soldiers did not collapse despite their fear, and still tried to reorganize their formation and attack.

But the little old man couldn't let the battle continue.

These armor soldiers are his life's work, and they are the cornerstone and springboard for him to dominate the world in the future, if they are all dead, even if the Taiping King succeeds in usurping the throne, the throne has nothing to do with him.

In just an instant of fighting with Song Xing, so many armor soldiers had died, and every time they died, it was like taking a bite in the heart of the little old man.

Even if the little old man kills Song Xing with all the armor in his hand today, it is estimated that the hole card in his hand will be completely destroyed, which is absolutely unacceptable to him.

After receiving the order of the little old man, these armor soldiers once again hid in the flowers with a fear of Song Xing.

Looking at the face with clear eyebrows standing in the sea of corpses and blood, Lu Xiaofeng only felt a chill running through his head from the soles of his feet.

Where is this boy next door, it is clearly a peerless killing god!

Even He Zhizhang, who was seriously injured next to him, had a faint sense of happiness in his heart that he was able to survive in the hands of this killing god.

The little old man gritted his teeth and glared at Song Xing, his face was no longer as light as before: "Okay, good, I didn't expect the old man to have a time when he looked away, you not only have excellent martial arts, but also practice fighting kung fu on the battlefield." ”

The fight between the warriors in the rivers and lakes and the fight in the military array are completely different things.

No matter how high your martial arts are, when you are in the military formation, countless weapons are slashing at you, you will find that the martial arts moves you usually practice are simply difficult to parry in the face of such a scene.

And the scene of Song Xing fighting in the war just now, it is not an exaggeration to say that the overlord is alive, in any dynasty, he is a peerless military general who has not been born for a hundred years.

Such a superb martial arts, proficient in battle formations, and hostile Song Xing, the little old man would never allow him or leave here.

Song Xing threw down the remnants of his left hand, which was already half of his body, and with a wave of his right hand, the blood-stained spear in his hand flew straight out and stuck three feet at the feet of the little old man.

Song Xing looked at the little old man and said domineeringly: "I want to defeat all the top ten masters, today, let's start with you." ”

Although the little old man is hidden, he can definitely be among the best in the world when he single-handedly trained He Zhizhang and Gong Jiu.

The little old man sneered and said, "Defeated the top ten list, young man, what a big breath." ”

Although he was disdainful on the surface, secretly the little old man was already full of real anger and was ready for the next fierce battle.

Gong Jiu and He Zhizhang were both trained by him, and being able to easily defeat the two of them was enough to show Song Xing's strength.

Before the little old man's words fell, Song Xing took a step forward in the sea of blood.

Lu Xiaofeng, Gong Jiu and the others, who were watching the battle, only felt the sound of thunder appear in their minds again, and as Song Xing stepped out, the sea of blood under his feet directly splashed with a three-foot blood wave, and then he was forced away by Song Xing's galloping figure again.

At a distance of dozens of zhang, Song Xing stepped out, and the person had appeared in front of the little old man, and with a flip of his right hand, the sky dome turned upside down again, and the heavenly river poured down.

Not around the mountain.

The little old man, who was shrouded in the palm wind, only felt that the air around him seemed to be under Song Xing's palm, and he was forced to withdraw from his body.

The originally warm breeze suddenly became thick as blood, firmly binding him in place, pressing the shell he was trying to struggle.

He Zhizhang in the distance stared at Song Xing's palm, and a majestic sacred mountain seemed to appear in front of him, turning upside down under a huge force and pressing down on his head.

He Zhizhang trembled with excitement, and muttered to himself: "It's so strong, it's so strong, it's not Zhoushan, this palm, how to block it, how to block it..."

It turned out that Song Xing had not used the full power of this palm at all when he dealt with him before.

Gong Jiu next to Lu Xiaofeng stared at the position of the little old man, and he wanted to know how the little old man would crack this palm.

Having fought with the little old man in person, he knew what terrifying power the short and fat old man in front of him was not amazing.

It can kill He Zhizhang's power, but it may not be able to deal with the little old man.

In the face of Song Xing's unavoidable and inescapable palm, the little old man's white hair flew on the top of his head, his face instantly turned purple, his heart began to beat rapidly, and the true qi instantly penetrated his whole body, relieving the inexplicable restraint in the air.

True Qi quickly condensed towards his right hand, and a trace of purple red could be seen in the blood flowing under the skin, and the little old man's right hand, which was originally full of wrinkles, also turned into a full and smooth purple red in an instant.

When the slightly bewitching purple red appeared, the true qi in the little old man's body had reached a critical point, so he met Song Xing's palm and waved his palm fiercely.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened, staring at the two palms that collided in the air.

Rumble!

It was obviously a clear sky, but Lu Xiaofeng felt that he heard the explosion of thunder ringing in his ears.

The ground shook violently, accompanied by a violent gust of air.

The first move of the two of them had already produced an earth-shattering movement, and the land within a radius of one zhang under their feet was directly shattered inch by inch under the terrifying force of the shock, sinking into a huge pit.

The air flow generated between the little old man's true qi drumming forced several people around him to take a few steps back to avoid the oppressive and unbreathable wind.

Even if they retreated, everyone's eyes were staring at the two people on the battlefield, trying to see who won and who lost with the palm just now.

Only He Zhizhang's eyes flashed with a more desperate light, and he muttered: "You can't avoid it, you can't hide it, you can only go head-on, you can only block it, you can't stop it, you can only die." ”

If the mountains are not tilted, the Tianhe River is poured out, there is no way out, the only vitality is only under the palm, it can be blocked, it is born, it cannot be stopped, it is dead!

The little old man is not dead!

Buzhou Mountain, who made He Zhizhang so desperate that he gave up resistance, was still stopped by the little old man in the end.