"Phew!" A mouthful of bloody spit was wrapped in spiritual power and spat fiercely on Oni Yan's face. Yang Ren took a deep breath, well, the unique stunt taught by Komori is not unfamiliar yet.

Hehe...... What about good cultivation? Why do you even spit on your spiritual power?

There's something even more special.

What the?

After spitting, Yang Ren had an evil smile on his face, and his left foot moved slightly, and the movements were so small that they were almost negligible.

But can it really be ignored?

Mu Sen, who was sweeping the formation, looked at Wei Ling suddenly, and at this time, Wei Ling's body suddenly exuded a chilling battle intent, and a cyan arrow was quickly built on the string by him, and the bowstring was full of circles, and there was a sound like a shock.

"Whoosh!"

When the arrow pierces the sky, it means the end of everything. Mu Sen's face was full of vicissitudes, like a wise man who saw through the world. The world is in turmoil, and only death can end it. Amen.

Amen, you sister, attack, fool!

Well, Mu Sen sighed secretly and ended his own schizophrenia. His long knife roared, heading towards the ghost rock, and white light poured out, illuminating the sky in all directions. During this period, Mu Sen did not forget to give Yang Ren a thumbs up. When Yang Ren angrily looked for trouble with the ghost rock, he was still a little worried that this young man would lose his mind. But now Yang Ren still knows how to call for foreign aid, and he is obviously still sensible.

What are the most important attributes of a qualified commander?

Calm down! Calm down! Still calm down. Any decision of the commander on the battlefield determines the fate of thousands of his brothers. One step of heaven, one step of hell, nothing more than this.

The commander can have feelings, but must not be provoked. Ghost Rock is indeed a corpse that should be broken, and it is understandable that Yang Ren wants to understand him with his own hands. However, the specific implementation process must be exquisite.

Broken corpses?

Okay, tell a van man to hack him to death.

Want to feel the thrill of revenge with your own hands?

Okay, then find a vote brother to stop him, and then do it yourself.

Yang Ren, this young man, did a good job, knew how to make a gesture, no, make a foot gesture, and call for foreign help. Well, go back and give you some food. Mu Sen smiled.

"Blood Food!" At the moment when Wei Ling's sharp arrow attacked, the wind and clouds of Ghost Rock were light, and the people were a little collapsed. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Yang Ren in disbelief.

In his opinion, a commander who can train soldiers and horses like the Xiongqu Battalion is also a heroic person. So when Yang Ren rushed over, he was overjoyed. Since death cannot be avoided, it is also an honor to die at the hands of a respectable opponent. But the Terrans are liars!

What about the heads-up? What about the final showdown?

Seeming to see the anger of the ghost rock, Yang Ren grinned, his face full of coldness, "Ghost clan, you are not worthy!"

Not worthy of anything?Oni Yan was just about to open his mouth when a long sword peeked out of his chest, and his eyes darkened as he let out a muffled ho-ho sound from his mouth.

"Die!" Yang Ren took out his spear, his air waves rolling, and his expression was dazzling. The spear was fast, and before the brilliance in Oni Yan's eyes had dissipated, the spear struck him on the head.

"Poof!" It was like a watermelon bursting, and the head of the ghost rock turned into nothingness with a pop.

Dust to dust.

The death of the ghost rock is like ringing the death knell of the Hundred Slaughter Battle Regiment, and those ghost clans who are frantically fleeing are constantly strangled by many human races such as the Xiongqu Battalion, the Jiazi Class, and the Jinou Clan, and the wails are sometimes high, sometimes low, and finally turn into silence.

Soil to earth.

The end of the war was very logical, when Yang Ren fell on the ground, there was no breath of a hundred clans on the field, there was only death and coldness.

"How many brothers have died?" Yang Ren clenched his spear tightly with both hands, and his hands were full of green muscles, but he still tried to keep his voice as calm and calm as possible.

"Sixty-two. Wang Meng bowed his head and spoke with a crying tone. There are a total of 1,000 people in the Xiongqu battalion, and so many people were lost in the first battle just now, so when this hunting operation is over, how many brothers will be able to return to Qingyang alive?

Looking at Yang Ren and Wang Meng, who were in pain at the same time, Mu Sen sighed in his heart. Is there more than 62 people? In the first real battle, the Xiongqu battalion relied on its own strength to defeat the enemy of the same level. Mu Sen believed that even if the Jiazi class did not make a move, the Hundred Slaughter Battle Group would not be able to escape the fate of destruction.

From this point of view, the sacrifices of sixty-two people can be said to be very few, after all, all the 1,200 soldiers of the Hundred Slaughter War Group died!

But then again, Yang Ren and Wang Meng, as well as most of the soldiers under them, were still teenagers. Never before had they ever experienced such a grand battle, nor had they faced so many brothers killed. The corpses lying on the ground had been eating and living with them not long ago, playing and playing, and everything was bursting like foam.

"Ren, fierce ......" Mu Sen walked up to them and patted them lightly on the shoulder.

"Xiao Sen, they're gone, they're gone!" Yang Ren's eyes were still dripping with tears that had been rolling for a long time. Sometimes, we can grit our teeth and hold on for a long time in the face of cold. But when you encounter warmth, the defense line in your heart will suddenly collapse.

Heartbreaking, Yang Ren pounded his chest, tears falling in large drops, hitting the silver armor, mixed with blood ashes. When Yang Ren began to cry, the soldiers of the Xiongqu battalion were no longer restrained, and the entire battlefield was filled with sadness. The wind and clouds change color, and the grass and trees are sad.

Sad uncle, get up for me! Mu Sen kicked Yang Ren and kicked him to the ground. Wang Menggang, who was beside Yang Ren, wanted to speak, but was also kicked by Mu Sen.

Everyone was stunned by this change, and the Jinou team, Wei Wen and his party, and Gan Ping were all dumbfounded. Even the reactions of the martial artists of Source City were even more exaggerated, and they all gasped and let out unbelievable surprises.

"This is looking for death, right?"

"Well, this must be looking for death!"

Zhao Ming asked himself in his heart. That kid with a knife is crazy? Dare to kick their captain in front of the soldiers of the Xiongqu battalion, and this is not the way to find death?

Even the martial artists of Source City had the same idea as Zhao Ming, but the Xiong Qu Battalion had just attacked a ghost clan warband, and the smell of blood on his body had not yet dissipated, and the killing intent was strong. And this kid with a knife is like a dumbfounder, hitting the muzzle of the gun directly. Simply so!

There is a slight breeze caressing, and all directions are quiet!

Everyone was waiting for Xiong Quying's reaction, at this time, Lin Xuan, Wei Wen and the others quietly put their hands on the weapon, and the spiritual power in their bodies was not triggered, they decided that once Xiong Quying was furious, they would quickly pull Mu Sen and shout. However, what made them a little puzzled was that Jia Ziban, Wei Ling and the others did not make any moves, but looked at the team that rushed out at the end of the battle with a vigilant expression.

"Isn't this a sacrifice to the end, or do they think that Mu Sen has supreme authority in the Xiongqu camp?" Lin Xu, Wei Wen, and Gan Ping looked at each other, full of puzzlement.

"A bunch of bastards, look what you look like now, a bunch of wretched wretched! no, wretched wretched!"