Tang San, who was nailed to the wall, watched the horror drama in front of him with wide eyes.

10,000 strongmen armed with guns even deliberately bleed for this battle to carry out a transformation close to the army, including shield guards specially used to defend against warriors, rocket gunners responsible for attacking, and special fishing nets that are said to be able to restrain warriors, and even some people took out refined incendiary bombs.

It wasn't an ordinary incendiary bomb, but an accidental product of a poisoner, a powerful incendiary bomb that would not go out unless it burned out.

It can be said that when the leaders of the nearby villages united and docked with each other to find that they could actually come up with such a heavily armed rabble, even they themselves were shocked.

Although this kind of army has not tempered each other's cooperation, in this kind of worse area, Tang San is completely confident that it is in no way inferior to any regular army in this region.

After all, people are here to get promoted and make a fortune, and they are all here to save their lives.

So, what else can such a fully formed army, an army that is stronger than the regular army? What else can be resisted?

The answer is a person.

Only one person is needed.

Ordinary firearms and bullets are almost meaningless to the man who suddenly changed his size, and he can't even cause any damage, and the long sword in his hand with some stones is enough to detonate all the rocket launchers in the middle of the way, and if he can't do it, he can also use his strength to make them collide with each other, and even be kicked back by direct force, directly detonating in the crowd, and blooming everywhere.

As a result, the ranged weapons in their hands are completely ineffective against the demon.

Is this something that a martial artist can do?

Tang San didn't fail to see the attack of the Huajin Martial Artist through secret channels, although it was terrifying and terrifying, he did have the power to dominate the victory or defeat of a small battlefield by himself.

But even that requires a strong warrior to be fully armed, even armed with a firearm.

As a result, this demon who has recently gained fame actually relies on only a knife in his hand?

How can human power reach the point where it is today?

But fortunately, after all, he is a martial artist.

At least Liu Wu can't be like those outright monsters, with a wave of his hand, he can wave a few meters long sword qi and play the war like a peerless mowing grass.

After all, he still has to rush to the close range and kill them one by one with the knife in his hand.

Then, there is no then.

Even though the leaders had anticipated this situation, they arranged for shield guards to hold huge shields in front of them, and had people throw special fishing nets to try to slow down the demons, and even kept throwing Molotov cocktails to build an impassable flame barrier.

But these obstacles, which are difficult for manpower to overcome, are just a piece of cake in front of the demons.

When the demon that rushed directly through the scourge with raging flames arrived at the shield wall, Tang San understood that everything was over.

It's really going to be a situation where it's better to kill the demon faster or the demon's physical strength is consumed.

Then, the development of the plot was neither unexpectedly unexpected by Tang San, nor by his expectations.

The so-called steel shield was not much harder than tofu before the strange knife in the demon's hand, and it could be broken directly with a random wave, and the huge shield that was split into two sides and the guard that was split in two became the most suitable long-range weapon, and the most suitable hammer to break the turtle shell.

The demon just resisted the bullet, and then held the shield with both hands and turned around in place, and all the surrounding guards were smashed, and the shield array, which was claimed to be able to block normal chemical warriors for more than ten minutes, collapsed directly before it lasted more than thirty seconds.

Then, Liu Wu proved one thing with facts.

Any idea of trying to compete with the Infernal Cultivators is stupid.

10,000 madmen and maniats who took drugs can really kill them on their own.

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Liu Wu stood on top of the highest pile of corpses, and slowly highlighted a long white breath.

Compared to before, Liu Wu's body had a faint gunpowder smoke and a lingering smell of blood.

After coming here for half a month, the people Liu Wu killed may be longer than the people he has seen, and the things he has done can be summed up directly in eight words - where to go, who to kill, and how many to kill.

In this hell on earth where warlords are fighting, as long as you have enough strength and a ruthless heart, you will be completely at ease here.

Just pay a little bit of the price - the price of blood.

It doesn't matter if it's your own blood or someone else's.

In the constant fighting and killing, the terrifying Homo erectus hidden in the depths of the genes for hundreds of millions of years recorded killing instinct continued to awaken, Liu Wu was not surprised to find that he seemed to be born to eat this bowl of rice.

The so-called killing is many times easier than previously thought.

Now, it really feels like that.

Of course, at the beginning, I still think about how to start, and occasionally I feel unbearable because I have killed too many of my kind.

But when destroying one village after another full of dirt, rescuing piles of innocent people who can be rescued or can't be rescued, and walking through one human purgatory after another, this emotion is unconsciously thrown into the country of Java.

Then, when this number reached a certain limit, Liu Wu didn't even bother to think about it, as long as he stood on the opposite side, as long as he showed his fangs, he would treat everyone equally and give him an equal death.

You don't need to think about how to act, you just need to swing your fist according to your instinct, just dance the sword, and then the person will be blasted, cut off, and killed.

It's as if he was born to live in blood and fire, killing people is as natural as breathing for him, and destroying life is as simple as dressing and eating, and now, Liu Wuzhen really knows himself.

Blood, pain, wailing, everything gradually moved away, and finally, in the midst of this continuous killing, naturally, the qi and blood broke through the already weak boundary, infiltrated the whole body, and blended with the cells, so that the cells confined to the carbon base broke through the limit that should not be broken, and then naturally arrived at the chemical energy.

Not only that, but even the next step of the so-called Baodan realm, Liu Wu also had a feeling.

The so-called introverted golden pill is round everywhere. Hug Dan and sit on the hips, so that the essence of the whole body, the blood pulp are condensed a little, in the current Liu Wu's opinion is very simple, as long as the qi and blood are full enough, the will is strong enough, and then naturally it can continue to compress the qi and blood that seems to be nothing, reach a higher level, condense the realm of essence, and give birth to a stronger qi and blood.

Then, let this more powerful qi and blood merge into the body and spread all over the body, making the cells that break through the limit of one time stronger, even enough to break through the sonic barrier with the flesh, and hit the air to burst out the air blade, that is Gang Jin.

That's what it all ends up with.

Pulling out the ghost cut from a corpse, Liu Wu walked towards the strong man who had been nailed to the wall by him at the beginning of the war: "Come, tell me that you are all villages in those places. ”

But Tang San, who witnessed everything from beginning to end, seemed to have gone completely crazy, and when he looked at Liu Wu, who was covered in blood, he could only repeat two words: "Demon, demon." ”

"Demon ghost, I'm a human being, can't you see it?" Liu Wu, who forgot to unlock the transformation, was intimidated with a blue-black face.