The stone was nine feet tall, the wood was seven feet tall, and the tallest of the dead men was no more than eight feet, usually around seven feet.

The strongest dead men were not half as tall as the wood, and they could barely reach the waist of the wood with their hands raised.

The vast majority of the dead were only a little taller than the giant's calf, and when they looked up, they could see the thighs and belly of the stone. If you want to see the giant's face clearly, you need to raise your head as much as possible, bend your cervical vertebrae to the maximum distance, and even use your waist strength to lean back.

This kind of coercion in volume shocked most of the dead soldiers at once, and even more shocked Shi Dalong.

There are also giants in Xianyang, but most of them are only about one zhang, and the giants of one zhang and five feet are behemoths, which usually cause riots and strong unrest. Suddenly, two even taller giants appeared in front of them, and they appeared in such a way that they tore down two walls, and no one could stop their minds and not change their faces.

Even if it's a dead man who is not afraid of death.

The people who can really collapse in front of Mount Tai and not change their faces are almost all strong people with a high realm, and they will not stand here and be a dead soldier of the dark eight gates, let alone serve Shi Dalong, a person who is in charge of the door of death with family shade rather than strength.

Last time, he was suddenly bullied in front of Wuji, and Shi Dalong was in a position, and he was suddenly restrained by Wuji.

At that time, the giant didn't really go upstairs, but just sat at both ends of the stairs and let Shi Dalong take a look at his back.

Now, armed with huge shields and weapons, they stood unobstructed in front of Shi Dalong, majestic and unattainable. It broke Shi Dalong's psychological defense line at once.

Shi Dalong felt a heat in the crotch of his pants, and a stream of heat flowed down his thighs.

Stone and Wood didn't care about Shi Dalong's reaction at all.

They followed Wuji's orders and broke into the historian's house in the most violent way. Then he swung his shield and swept away, pushing the dead soldiers who were stunned like pushing through a haystack, and then he swung his iron axe and hammer, raised his big feet, swept left and right, and trampled indiscriminately.

"Whoa!" the roof was lifted and tiles rained down. The dead soldiers lurking in the house were beaten to the ground.

"Boom!" the earthen wall in front of it was torn down, and it fell straight down, crushing several dead soldiers who were leaning against the wall. The new wall hangings were blown up by a strong wind. The hunt sounded like a battle flag, and it was lit by the lights.

"Smack!" a big foot stepped on in the air, ignoring the hard work of the two dead soldiers. Forcefully trampled them to the ground. I crushed it twice harder. The screams stopped abruptly, and one of the dead soldiers who was trampled on was out of breath, and the other fainted unconscious.

The two giants were like huge bulldozers, unstoppably sweeping the Shijia compound. The scale is huge, the front and back five entrances, the left and right three spans of the Shijia compound in their eyes are like a castle built by children with building blocks, no need to exert strength at all, gently push it down.

And the dead inside and outside the compound are like puppets in a castle. There is simply no threat to them.

After a brief moment of horror, a dead man fought back. They used the long knives and short daggers in their hands, in groups of three or five, to attack the giants.

The giants didn't pay attention to them at all, they never even regarded these dead soldiers as opponents, they just came to demolish the house and raze the Shijia compound to the ground in the shortest possible time. As for these dead soldiers, not only did they not have the strength to resist demolition, but they did not even have the qualifications to appeal.

They wielded their shields to fend off the attacks of the dead and tear down one broken wall.

They picked up iron axes and hammers, cut down thick wooden beams, and smashed all the doors and windows to pieces.

They raised their big feet and kicked piles of rubble flying around.

They took great strides and kicked back and forth in the Shi family's compound. The spacious Shijia compound was pitifully small in front of them, and it was simply not enough for them to move. As soon as they lifted their legs, they entered the front yard, and as soon as they took a step, they appeared in the backyard again, and with a leap, they stepped into the west yard again.

They are like two dancers, using the Shijia compound as the dance floor and dancing.

Under their dancing, the walls of the Shijia compound were broken, the houses were scattered, and the corridors were broken, and they became a ruin in an instant.

Countless dead men roared and attacked, trying their best to intercept them, but they could not keep up with the giant's dance steps, and they were exhausted and had little to gain.

But in the face of the giant's random sweep, they had to go all out. Even so, once hit by the giant's shield, they will still be hit hard, staggering, and staggering. If you are swept by a hammer or an iron axe, your skin will be opened, and your arms and legs will be broken.

They are not afraid of death, but they can't get close to the giant's body at all, and they can't fight hard if they want to.

The giants didn't even see them as rivals.

In the eyes of the giants, they were no different from those ruined walls, all they had to do was to reach out and push them down, raise their feet and kick them down.

There were also dead men who risked being hit by the rubble, risking being trampled to death by the giants, rushing to the giants, waving their weapons and slashing at the giants' legs, hoping to cut their feet, cut off their legs, abolish their mobility, and reverse the unfavorable situation.

There are also dead soldiers above the fierce realm who turn into all kinds of fierce beasts, flying and jumping flexibly among the rubble, circling back and forth around the giant, hoping to find an opportunity to pounce on the giant and tear off a piece of the giant's flesh.

However, they were all disappointed.

The sharp long knife slashed at the giant's skin and shin armor, and the sharp claws tore at the giant's leather armor, causing a muffled sound. Flashes of light flashed, and the giants were unharmed and unharmed, but they were so shocked that their hands and feet were numb, and they could barely hold the weapons in their hands.

At that moment, they had the illusion that they were attacking not the giant's legs, but a thick stone pillar.

This discovery was another blow to the confidence of the dead.

They are not afraid of death, they have enough numerical superiority, and if they can inflict heavy damage on the giants, even if they are made to pay with their lives, they will not hesitate. However, if they try their best, but they can't achieve even a small wound, then what's the point of their efforts?

How can they defeat these giants?

The dead soldiers were helpless, they were still desperate, looking for an opportunity to attack, but there was no progress.

Shi Dalong slumped to the ground, looking at the giants who clashed back and forth, looking at the home that had become a ruin, looking at the panicked family members in the ruins and the dead soldiers who were desperate but helpless, his heart was like ashes.

He knew what kind of opponent he was up against.

Not to mention three hundred and twenty-one dead soldiers, even if it is three thousand two hundred and ten, in the face of these two giants, he has no chance of winning.

In a matter of moments, his home had been razed to the ground, and the outcome was decided.

The dead were still fighting, still looking for an opportunity to kill the giants as much as possible, but they didn't know that they didn't have a chance at all.

Shi Dalong did not have the heart of death, but he had insight that most dead soldiers did not have. He saw something strange about the giant's leather armor and shield. This is a characteristic of the windproof giant, and it is said that the national master of the windproof has studied the art of protection all his life. Now, he saw with his own eyes the power of these protective techniques.

The weapons in the hands of the dead were simply not enough to break through the giants' defenses. Even if the giants stood there and let them cut, they would not be able to hurt the giants.

The giant's weakness may lie in the face gate, where there is no armor, but with the height of the dead soldier and the length of the weapon, it is obviously an impossible task to injure the giant's face gate.

The beautiful houses were reduced to piles of debris, the thick beams were broken one by one, the spacious Shijia compound became a rubble field, the families wept over the ruins, and the subordinates fought hard and futile in the rubble.

The wall curtains, brocade tents, and roof beams were ignited by the toppled lamps, and the fire became more and more fierce, illuminating Shi Dalong's pale face.

Shi Dalong's heart was like ashes, he was paralyzed on the ground, and his eyes were dull.

"Whoosh!" A feathered arrow flew through the crowd and nailed it in front of Shi Dalong, the tail of the arrow trembled, and the arrow pierced Shi Dalong's brocade trousers, sticking to Shi Dalong's descendants, and pierced deep into the ground.

The hard floor tiles, like tofu, did not hinder the arrow at all.

The cold arrow shaft stuck to Shi Dalong's skin, causing a layer of goosebumps to break out of Shi Dalong's body, and he woke up from his lost soul, raised his head, and looked north.

Arrows are shot from there.

The Giant Dancer stopped, weapon in hand, stood at each end of the backyard, kicked down the remaining backyard walls one by one, crushed them, stepped on them, and trampled a way through the ruins.

In the smoke and dust that gradually dissipated, Wuji walked out slowly with his hands behind his back.

Lin Fei held a bow and arrow, followed behind him, and his fierce eyes swept across the audience.

Wuji started, step by step, straight to Shi Dalong in the center of the ruins, smiling.

"Kill!" a dead man roared, raised the weapon in his hand, and rushed towards Wuji.

"Whoosh!" a feathered arrow galloped forward, piercing the throat of the dead man, and the remaining strength did not fade, and the dead man fell on his back.

"Hack ......," another dead man roared, raising his footsteps.

"Whoosh!" another feathered arrow flew in, and the roar came to an abrupt end.

Mowgli walked forward slowly, and there were constantly dead people rushing out of the crowd and running towards Mowgli, but no one could successfully take the second step, and no one could successfully approach Mowgli. Lin Fei's arrows flew in front of the dead soldiers as if they had eyes, shooting those unwilling dead soldiers.

Lin Fei shot thirty-seven arrows in one go, killing the thirty-seven dead soldiers in front of everyone.

Wuji took thirty-seven steps and stood in front of Shi Dalong.

The stone stepped forward, pulled a chair out of the rubble, blew off the dust, and placed it behind Mowgli.

It is Shi Dalong's favorite pineapple chair.

The chair was so sturdy that it was first pressed down by a girder and then covered by a wall, and it didn't fall apart yet. When Mowgli sat up, there wasn't even a strange sound.

Wuji was very satisfied, patted the armrest, lifted Erlang's legs, raised his hand, and gently dusted off the trouser legs.

"I heard you're going to kill me?" he smiled slightly, "I'm here." ”-

(To be continued......)