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At the moment when Mad Sheng was picked by the spear, Marven moved at this time, he quickly jumped over, the golden gun in his hand turned into a spear shadow in the sky, and pointed at his thick back, after all, the area of the back is relatively large, and it is easier to hit, he can always grasp the most appropriate time at the critical moment.

As soon as the madman picked up the unlucky soldier, he felt a sharp sound of breaking wind behind him, where is the spare strength to deal with the sudden thing at this time?

With a soft sound of "snort", although the madness successfully dodged the fatal blow, he was still slashed by the sharp blade of the golden gun, and his right arm was deeply cut out of an inch-deep wound, and the blood immediately flowed, and he only felt a hot pain in his right arm.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, Marven leaned forward at this time, showing a posture of inertia forward, but when he saw that he missed the key point with a move, he suddenly paused and castrated, as easy as a gesture, and swept through the throat of the mad sheng with lightning speed. The madness swung the mad knife like lightning to resist, and suddenly exerted force, and his right arm was even more painful, and the blood flowed endlessly, so that his strength was greatly reduced.

The tip of the spear is always an inch away from the throat of the madman, not giving the opponent a chance to breathe, the madness is repeatedly in danger, and the fight and retreat, the silver tip of the spear is like a snake letter of a poisonous snake, always close to the crazy life, a little careless, if the poisonous snake bites the throat, I am afraid that no matter how strong the person will be killed on the spot.

Marven suddenly gained the upper hand, his spirit was steep, and the killer tricks of the golden gun in his hand were endless, forcing the madman to retreat all the way back, every time he took a step back, the soldiers behind him also took a step back, the more times like this, everyone had to become more careful, no one dared to rush up, the knife and gun were eyeless for fear of hurting their own people.

But seeing a piece of blood splashing, Ling Xing on the ground was full of blood stains from the wounds of the madness, and if it continued like this, it would not be long before he died of excessive bleeding, which at this time the madness suddenly roared, and suddenly stretched out the palm of his left hand to meet the sharp spear blade, the spear blade was cold, and he could almost feel the cold spear blade sliding into his palm, cutting the muscle tissue of his palm.

Marven really didn't expect that the young boy in front of him would dare to grab the tip of his spear with his flesh and blood, and glanced at Mad Sheng in surprise, but Mad Sheng didn't even snort at all, and he didn't look at him with his eyes, and he had already swung his backhand knife.

Marven tried his best to pull back his golden gun, but found that the spear blade was like an immobile mountain in the hands of the madman, no matter how he tried his strength, he was motionless, even as his opponent, he had to admire the perseverance and endurance of this young man, seeing that the mad knife was about to swing, he had to abandon the gun to save his life, and hurriedly jumped back three feet.

Ignoring his own bleeding wounds, he pursued angrily, but was blocked by the soldiers who rushed up bravely, which aroused the anger in his heart even more, and he was furious, and the pain caused by the wound was burned and disappeared by the anger in his heart in an instant.

Suddenly, he seemed to be a different person, not like a human to be exact, but a killing machine in an instant. The sword wind together, the head of the person fell to the ground, just like a quick knife to cut through the chaos, and all the soldiers were shocked by this sudden momentum.

In their eyes, people who kill people are not terrible, they have killed people on the battlefield, but like this kind of people who don't want to die, they suddenly feel afraid, as a soldier, they have naturally received professional psychological quality training, this kind of timid and cowardly mentality should not appear, but after all, no one is perfect, especially when really facing death, the timid will have, and suddenly there will be fear.

A team, if one person is the first to retreat, then there will be a second, a third, like a rotten wound, will rot bigger and bigger, until it is completely broken, originally crazy has been a trapped beast fight, but I don't want to, the courage to break the cauldron and the enemy's retreat, but give him the opportunity to rebel.

Crazy life is like a hungry wolf, pounced on the obedient sheep, do not dodge or dodge, others stab him in the body, he will stab people in the throat, after a tea time, the road is already full of corpses of different shapes, and scattered ownerless heads, more than sixty well-trained soldiers have not survived, all become crazy ghosts under the knife.

Blood slid down his wrist to the hilt of his sword, the knife in his hand had turned blood-red, it was impossible to tell whether it was his blood or the blood of the enemy, and the wounds on his body were no less than thirty large and small, but they still did not fall.

He supported his body with a mad knife, panting heavily, staring at Marven coldly, for a while, and said coldly: "I didn't expect you to be such a despicable person, regardless of the life and death of your subordinates, and use crowd tactics to consume my physical strength." ”

Marven preached disdainfully: "Sun Tzu said, 'Use your own strengths, attack the weaknesses of others', as a commander, as long as you can win the final victory, let alone more than 60 people, when attacking the city and plundering the land, even if you have more than 60,000 casualties, don't you understand this truth?"

Crazy Sheng sneered and said, "Okay...... Wonderful......"

Marven suddenly shouted, "My favorite nephew, brothers, you go slowly, I will soon avenge you! I will use his head to pay tribute to your soul!" Marven picked up a six-foot-long spear on his toes, and in the shouting, he had rushed over, the head of the spear pointed directly at the ribs of the mad life, and the mad sheng struggled to pry up, and met his spear head again, but after all, the consumption of physical strength was too great, where could he withstand this hard blow?

I saw that he was shocked and took a few steps back before stopping, his wrist was trembling slightly, and he felt a faint pain, all of this was naturally seen by Marven, the corners of his mouth showed a sinister smile, and he was not in a hurry to attack, but praised: "Boy, although you are a rare genius in a hundred years, but you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't go against me Marven, today I will definitely want you to die in my hands!" It can be seen that he is already bound to win, and there is only one result waiting for madness, that is, death.

Marven finally jumped up, and the spear in his hand turned into countless silver snakes and swept towards the madness.