As his body was injured, the life vitality accumulated in his body seemed to have a cathartic channel, and he was suddenly greatly relaxed.

At the moment, he ignored most of the attacks, only protecting his own fatal points, and the deer cutting knife was even more ruthless, and the knife move he created was even more round.

Now he didn't need to do any more calculations, and naturally struck towards the flaw.

Arakawa stared at Ren Xing, only to see that this person ignored the attacking tomahawk, obviously had given up all defensive moves, and was even more convinced of his own judgment in his heart.

Looking at the magic knife in this person's hand, he showed a greedy gaze, and understood in his heart that this knife was obviously a divine weapon, and it was a magic weapon that could suck blood.

I couldn't help but think, "What is this knife for sucking blood? If there is an in, there must be an out, does it also have some effect on the knife owner?"

Thinking of this, he was even more enthusiastic, and hurriedly shouted: "The other party has exhausted his strength, hold on, and whoever obtains the head of this person will be promoted to one level, and a reward of 1,000 taels will be given to the ranch."

Many sergeants were also people who had been in battle for a long time, and they instantly understood that the other party had exhausted their strength, and when they heard such a heavy reward, they immediately lifted their spirits and hurriedly slashed towards Ren Wuxing.

The Sultan and the others felt that the pressure on them was increasing, and these soldiers pressed on them as if they were not going to die.

I secretly complained in my heart, I just felt like a dead leaf in the desert, I could only flutter with the wind, and if I was not careful, I would be rolled into debris by the sand.

The battle seemed to be fierce, but in fact, the contact area was only the place where the four people touched, and the maximum range of radiation was only those who used the axe ropes, so the physical strength of the sergeants who did not participate in the battle was very strong.

Looking at the volley, I saw that most of the sergeants were paying attention to the center of the military formation, and a small number of sergeants fought bravely to kill them, and then fell directly to the ground, forming a field of death.

And as the military order was issued, the surrounding sergeants hurriedly got in, but it was meaningless, and it did not have the slightest impact on this death field.

After several cycles, the corpse was almost in the way of movement, and the field of death quickly moved forward.

Huang Hua Dan looked at the nine waves of sergeants who had rushed up, but the other party seemed to be completely tireless, not to mention the return of light after fatigue, as if he had taken a big tonic pill, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

And because of the other party's magic sword, except for the three Sultans and their own supervising team, a little blood can be seen, except for the corpses, the rest of the place is clean, and at first glance I thought it was the arrangement of a certain troupe.

Suddenly there were some doubts, just by what he saw, at least there were hundreds of slashes on this person, but he didn't seem to be injured at all, and there was no blood.

His heart moved, and then he became hot, "Is this the power of the magic sword? Can you repair the wounds you have inflicted?"

"If there is no injured person, what will be repaired after killing?"

"Shou Yuan?"

"Assassination?"

"Life?"

The more Huang Hua Dan thought about it, the hotter his eyes became, and suddenly he heard Qi Geqi's voice, interrupting his contemplation.

"Camp Master, give the order."

Huang Huadan was stunned for a moment, looked at his henchman, but saw that his face was a little ugly, and looked at the battlefield again, his hot heart seemed to be washed with cold water, and he instantly sobered up.

I saw that the battlefield was full of corpses, and he brought 3,000 people, but now there are almost less than 2,000 people left, and most of his family has been killed and scattered, so he doesn't dare to fight back at all.

Their own war team can't hold it down, after all, these sergeants are all robes, and killing one or two, or even one, is to maintain military discipline and natural justice.

But as long as the number of people is hundreds, then the Warlord team will not be able to do this at all, and even they themselves will be defeated, and then the army's spirit will collapse.

I only felt wave after wave of dizziness in my body, and the vitality of life began to wash violently on my body, and the itching of the wound recovery made him unable to control himself at all.

Suddenly, I heard a voice: "Wild Flower Dan Camp

, retreat quickly." Then a gong sounded.

couldn't help but feel relieved, he couldn't understand the other party's Mongolian language, but Mingjin's return to the camp has been a rule since ancient times, and it seems that the Huanghuadan camp has made up its mind to escape.

My heart suddenly relaxed, and I felt that the dizziness in my brain was even more intense, like ocean waves, my hands and feet became mechanical, and the deer cutting knife became heavier and heavier in my hands.

Secretly said: "It seems that I still underestimated the crazy thousand dozen, the sequelae of this exercise are not trivial, I could have lasted another hour or two without a problem, but now-"

Thinking about this, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he passed out directly.

Many sergeants only felt that the other party was like a tireless slave, and that they and others were like weeds on the grassland, being harvested wantonly.

Hearing Mingjin, he only felt like a sound from heaven, and he didn't care about the battle situation in front of him, and as soon as the weapon in his hand was loosened, he turned around and fled directly.

Yela is one of the captains of the Warlord, and his name translates to victory, and he lives up to his name, so to speak, winning all battles.

Since entering the Deserted Flower Dan Camp, he has changed from an ordinary sergeant to a personal guard, which is his favorite job, that is, to behead the enemy.

But now he has become the commander of the warlord, and he is quite dissatisfied with this job, and he and others cannot go into battle to kill the enemy, but instead face the blade at his own robe.

And this battle made him feel extremely aggrieved, three thousand people fought four people, but he was almost broken through the military formation by the other party, and now he actually Mingjin, it was obviously defeated.

But he is not a fool, he understands that everything is because of the great demon king who is the leader, and when he heard the sound of Mingjin, his heart was relieved, and he quickly gave up the bullet pressure.

Looking at everything in front of him, endless sadness swelled up in his heart, now that the defeat was decided, and this barren flower camp was estimated to be dispersed, he couldn't help but look angrily towards Ren Xing.

Seeing that this person was like a demon god, sitting motionless on the horse, he quickly turned his head and looked at the corpse under his feet, feeling guilt, anger, and a little timid.

At that moment, he hurriedly stayed by Huang Huadan's side, watching many sergeants retreat in a panic, intending to make up for the guilt of the robe after this break.

Although the Sultan also had many scars on his body, most of them were just ordinary skin injuries, and after dealing with a wave of difficult treatment, he was like a fish in water.

Although it was not the first time he had been on the battlefield, it was the first time he had seen such a hearty battle.

After hearing the other party's Mingjin, his heart was overjoyed, and he hurriedly shouted in Mongolian: "The enemy army is defeated, kill, kill, kill."

There was no pause in his hand, and he hurriedly chased after him and began to follow and kill.