In an instant, the angry man was the first to strike.

He was a burly man, and with a slash of the steel knife, the force was infinite, and he went straight to the front and slashed down with a knife on his back.

This knife is mighty and domineering.

In a trance, Liu Xu stepped up, like a bubble, and dodged in an instant.

In the moment, phantoms emerged, shaping the appearance of Liu Xu behind the strong man.

The next moment, the spear shook off in response, and the sound of the beam immediately roared in his ears. Therefore, only a bang was heard, and the wooden gun was not suspicious, and it was shooting the general's back and abdomen.

A blow from the king of martial arts, don't you have any strength?

In a moment's time, the strong man fell to the ground, his limbs trembling, and he tried to get up, but he had no strength to do so.

The other four looked at each other, and Huo Di was startled.

But he did not hesitate, but only chopped with a sword.

Liu Xu Si made the ink robe unfurled, strode long, concocted it in the same way, and hit one person with one shot.

Therefore, in the snap of a finger, all five of them fell to the ground.

Liu Xu's long hair was fluttering, and he said softly in the wind: "Hey, you people are not enough to see!"

The lieutenant turned around at this time, and when he saw the scene in his eyes, he immediately frowned slightly.

He walked over again and scolded: "Give up the useless things and retreat to the back." ”

A body of Zhenyuan was scattered by a stick, and now it can recover some strength, and at this moment, the five people on the ground helped each other up, limping and walking, with a look of hatred.

In their eyes, face is more important than life.

Five mid-heaven-level martial artists were defeated by a young man, and such humiliation can be described as resentment.

Therefore, one person immediately went to the training ground.

"Today, Lao Tzu has lost his eyes!" said the lieutenant with a disdainful look as he approached.

"Really? You're not just looking away today. ”

"Oh?" the lieutenant drew his sword, his face curious.

"You still have to kneel down and look at the people who look away!" In a moment, Liu Xu's color began to be cold.

Footsteps, waiting for the opportunity to shoot.

The spear is like a dragon, the spear blooms, and the power is extraordinary.

"Then I'm going to die today!" With an angry groan, the captain came with his sword raised.

Although the wooden gun was wooden, it turned into a thousand forces in Liu Xu's hands.

In the next moment, the guns and swords collided, the captain was defeated, and Huo Ran was shocked and flew out.

Liu Xu swept away in an instant, and lifting the gun was the second blow.

This blow is even more domineering.

The person under the gun was startled and immediately rolled to dodge.

But Liu Xu's body changed, holding the gun in his backhand, and dancing down the wind.

This stick is like not being destroyed by the jade pillar of Zhoushan, and if it is not dodged, it will be powerless.

With a burst of applause, the captain was furious, when was he suppressed like this?

But under such power, he had to turn over and roll again.

However, if you don't know this roll, you can't get up again.

Next, every time Liu Xu shoots out, picking or stabbing, it is a killing type, and the people on the ground have no chance to get up at all.

I can't even make a fight.

The only thing that can be done is to tumble.

At the moment of extreme passivity, a team of soldiers arrived, and there were no less than 200 people.

I don't know who instructed him, but the next moment, he surrounded Liu Xu and competed to attack.

Zhan Feng, who was watching the battle not far away, had already secretly said that it was not good.

But the next moment, I only heard a man in the ink robe in the center of the venue say: "If I want you to kneel, these people are still not enough!"

The lieutenant outside the encirclement, with the support of the commander, got up, and when he got up, he couldn't hold his face, and only shouted angrily, "I want to live!"

As soon as these four words came out, his generals immediately went crazy.

He only drew his sword and attacked fiercely.

Liu Xu's expression did not change, his long hair rose with the wind, and the wooden spear attacked, hooking like a dragon.

In the realm of the martial king, blood is like a furnace, and the strength is not slack.

Therefore, every shot is a feast.

With a wave of a shot, dozens of people flew sideways and vomited blood, and then backhanded out their palms, and those who were close to them were all severely injured.

But for a moment, there are no more than half of those who can barely stand on their heels.

The captain not far away, his face became more and more cold.

The commander was also injured, and his face was downcast, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Two of them glanced at the captain's expression, and there was no doubt that after all the soldiers on the field fell, the man in the ink robe with the wooden gun would still come over and ask him to kneel.

So they didn't move, the two of them stepped back, and each transferred 300 elite soldiers.

When these 600 men joined the battlefield, the five commanders glanced at the lieutenant again, and when they saw that no one had spoken, they also watched the battle silently.

Unexpectedly, no matter how many people there are, it is useless.

Liu Xu erupted angrily, his eyes were like electricity, and he glanced at the captain outside the field.

The next moment, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, the gun is like the wind and the dragon, and he is domineering.

The black-pressed soldiers are like paper figures, and they will be swept away when they are close to each other, and they don't even have a chance to fight back.

Therefore, it can be seen from the periphery that the ink-robed man in the center of the venue is like a killing god, and he is not as brave as the world.

But his expression changed suddenly, because two more teams of soldiers were dispatched, and there were no less than a thousand people.

The next moment, after giving instructions to the commander of the forbidden army, Zhanfeng turned around and ran to the imperial city to transfer troops.

It took two hours to go back and forth, and he didn't know if Liu Xu could hold on.

But no matter what, this seemingly face-to-face dispute, but it is more important than face, must not be lost.

Otherwise, how can such a wise person surrender his identity and rush with tens of millions of soldiers?!

Zhan Feng glanced at it again, didn't dare to delay any longer, grabbed the horse's belly, and galloped away.

At this time, in the venue, Huo Zi rushed to a group of people.

The faces of the lieutenant and even the commander of the thousand are cold and can drip water.

As for what I think in my heart, it is even more tacit, and it is all the same.

At this time, the six of them only stared at the man in ink in the center of the venue.

I saw Liu Xu holding a gun in one hand, moving in response to the wind, the gun wind swept by, and everyone on his side fell.

But every time he comes out, he has control of his strength, and he only hurts people and does not kill in vain.

Otherwise, after this battle, the entire cavalry battalion will be buried.

However, in the center of the field, the resolute young man seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and for no less than two hours from the beginning of the battle, he did not stop and did not stop.

In an instant, another shot stabbed away, and the person under the spear immediately broke his armor and was pushed down by a huge force, if the tip of the spear had not been cut off, this shot would have killed someone.

The man fell to the ground, clutching his lower abdomen, and vomited blood.

Liu Xu withdrew his spear, exerted force in his hand, and gave a stick to four or five people in close quarters.

This stick is not weak, and the head armor is broken.

The five people hugged their heads, collided around, and fell to the ground.

Liu Xu shot more and more quickly, not seeking power, but only for practicality.

The true yuan is not running, but the person who is under the gun must lose the power to resist.

If the true yuan is in the body, there is no need to panic, it is nothing more than consuming some strength, and Liu Xu is more and more calm.

Time passed quietly, the fierce battle was in full swing, more than two hours passed, and there were many groups of soldiers who fell to the ground and withdrew.

Liu Xu has been injured on his body, and there are wounds on his shoulders and even on his chest.

There is only momentum left when the gun is released, and the true yuan and strength are not much to transport.

It was as if the next moment, the ink-robed figure besieged in the center would fall to the ground.

But it seems that his somewhat weak and even lonely figure will never fall!

The captain outside the venue has seen him fall many times, but he has never been able to do so.

In the next season, on the wide official road on the outskirts of Lin, the sound of thousands of horses galloping came.

The war horses were high-spirited, neighing in the sky, and the iron horses shook Dongbu Mountain and the entire Donglin suburbs trembled.

The military battalion began to boil, and many people had a premonition that war was coming.

Generals at all levels immediately issued orders to each other, immediately stopped the drills, and collected the troops.

But until this time, Huo Ran spread the news that Liu Xu swept the Xiao cavalry camp with one gun.