With a loud "boom", Mo Ming's whole person crashed into a war horse, and the war horse suddenly suffered pain, let out an extremely miserable neigh, and his huge body fell backwards with the armor soldiers above.

At the same time, the other war horses were frightened, and the neighing continued, if it weren't for the fact that these war horses had undergone special training and fought on the battlefield, they might have fled in all directions under Mo Ming's collision.

However, even so, a gap appeared in the circle surrounding Mo Ming under this collision.

And after Mo Ming's collision, his body didn't stop at all, and he jumped out as if flying out of the gap formed by the fallen war horse.

"Well done brother!"

Suddenly, the young man on the other side who had just knocked down a soldier pulled a black face and shouted with a grin.

Mo Ming ignored it, because at this time, the remaining armor soldiers had already recovered from this collision and rushed forward with their swords raised. One of the sturdy armorers jumped up from his horse suddenly, and with a wave of his long sword, he slashed horizontally.

"Boy, die!"

The armor soldier shouted, and the long sword slashed through the sky, forming an extremely tricky angle, and an invisible sword qi rushed out and rushed straight towards Mo Ming's chest.

Mo Ming's expression was awe-inspiring, and he slipped his footsteps again almost without thinking about it, and the instantaneous explosive power made his speed extremely fast, avoiding the sword qi in an instant, and at the same time, he reached out with a big hand, grabbed the sword blade, and pulled it violently, dragging the armor warrior to his side.

Then, Mo Ming did not hesitate, clenched the five fingers of his other hand, swung his fist, and smashed directly into the chest of the armorer, only to hear the continuous banging sound, and he smashed several punches in a row before stopping.

The armorer barely had time to spit out his blood, and his body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and his vitality quickly disappeared, and after a while, pieces of broken flesh and blood fell from his chest.

The armor soldiers in the rear were obviously a little stunned when they saw this scene, what kind of power is this, just a few punches beat a battle-hardened armor soldier into this appearance.

Could it be that his body was made of King Kong, and why could he face the hard sword without being injured?

For a while, the scene became a little weird, and those armorers with swords didn't know whether to rush up again.

Mo Ming's expression was gloomy, every punch he threw out had a force of tens of thousands of catties, even if the fist he swung out did not have any rules, but with this brute force alone, it was no longer something that ordinary armorers could compete with.

And this is exactly what he brought to him after cultivating the Golden Body Determination and his body has reached the Returning Yuan Realm.

"Do you still want to fight?" Mo Ming asked coldly, standing in front of everyone, although he was young, he gave everyone a feeling like a mountain.

However, after all, these people are people who have been on the battlefield all year round and have been tempered from death, and almost at the same time as Mo Ming's words fell, they had already explained their intentions with their actions.

More than forty armor soldiers jumped off their war horses one after another, because in the face of Mo Ming alone, they obviously felt that the war horses restricted their performance.

The most important thing is that they don't want to believe that a teenager like Mo Ming would have such a powerful combat power, and they don't want to believe that there are people in this world whose bodies can resist swords without injury, this kind of ability is a skill that only legendary immortal masters can have.

And this young man, a discerning person knows at a glance that he is just like them, he is a mortal.

You can't fly to the sky, you can't cast overwhelming spells, you can only use your fists, you can fight with the strength of your body, not a mortal or what?

They wanted to know if this young man, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, was really that powerful, or if he had deceived them by a trick.

"Kill!"

With an earth-shattering roar, more than forty armor soldiers all roared in unison and rushed forward with their swords, as if they were on a battlefield with thousands of horses galloping, and more than forty people showed a trace of the momentum of seeing death as home.

This kind of momentum can only be revealed by those who have experienced life and death, and as the iron horsemen of the Great Xia Kingdom, they all have only one belief in their hearts, that is, to be loyal to the imperial court and their majesty! Anyone who dares to disobey the imperial court and disobey His Majesty's wishes is their enemy.

Although on the way here, they had faintly heard some things about this young man, but how could that be true, could a mortal boy really kill two immortal masters?

The shouting of killing shook the sky, and even the sloppy young man at the back who had a black face and kept laughing couldn't help but show a trace of solemnity.

Mo Ming's expression also became solemn at this moment, and he didn't feel glad at all that he had injured and killed the two people in an instant, because with the appearance of this momentum, he felt some heart palpitations.

There was no time for Mo Ming to think about it anymore, almost when the forty or so armor soldiers just shouted the word "kill", Mo Ming moved.

kicked the ground suddenly, and the force of tens of thousands of catties instantly turned his body into an afterimage, and his fists blasted out, and he directly met it.

In an instant, the two sides met, Mo Ming took a breath, fearless, and used his flesh and blood to resist those slashed long swords, just approaching a person, with a big wave of his hand, without waiting for the other party's long sword to slash himself, a palm slapped directly on the other party's chest.

"Poof......

A mouthful of blood spurted out of the man's mouth, and his body flew out upside down in an instant, Mo Ming's strength was too great after all, tens of thousands of catties of strength, if it weren't for the armor protection, he could even smash his body with one palm.

And after this person flew out, Mo Ming kept moving, swinging his fists again and again to meet the attack, resisting the long sword, slapping the opponent's body, basically every time he slapped a palm, a person vomited blood and flew out, and he could no longer stand up, without any combat effectiveness.

The sonorous sound exploded one after another, Mo Ming didn't understand the body technique, nor did he understand the fist technique, such a direct and simple punch all occupied his own body strong enough, and the opponent's long sword was difficult to hurt.

However, after he endured dozens of swords, he also felt a tightness in his chest, although there were no wounds on his body, but the red mark cut by the long sword revealed that his body at the moment had still suffered some injuries after all.

"Kill!"

Mo Ming also roared, maybe it was because those long swords slashed on his body that made him feel pain, or maybe it was because the mood he had been suppressing made him finally on the verge of exploding, the more he punched, the more he felt that his blood seemed to be burning, and the whole person seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

"Poof!"

Another person was slapped in the chest, and flew out with a large mouth of blood and minced flesh.

The dirt-faced young man in the back kept his eyes fixed on all this, and his face showed a look of excitement, as if it was not Mo Ming who was fighting, but himself, and even every time Mo Ming knocked down someone, he would immediately jump to his feet and cheer.

"Domineering!

The young man danced excitedly on the side, until Mo Ming knocked the last person to the ground, and his mouth kept shouting.

"Have you seen enough?"

Mo Ming snorted coldly, his body was covered with blood, standing in the middle of the field, except for the sloppy boy, no one around him could stand on the ground intact.

"Brother...... Brother, you...... Are you alright?"

When asked by Mo Ming, the originally excited young man suddenly stammered, and his expression showed a trace of nervousness, because he saw a trace of evil in Mo Ming's indifferent eyes, which made him feel a little cold.

Mo Ming didn't speak, just looked at the young man indifferently, because at this moment he already understood that judging from the young man's punch just now to a soldier, this young man was obviously not an ordinary person, and he should have cultivated the practice of refining the body like him. Otherwise, the young man's emaciated body alone would never be able to knock down a person with one punch.

And before he was sure whether the other party was an enemy, Mo Ming didn't want to relax his vigilance at all.

Because judging from the fact that this group of iron horsemen came to look for him, the deaths of the two immortal masters, Li and Wang, must have reached the palace of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Being stared at like this by Mo Ming, the young man looked a little uncomfortable, sneered, and was not afraid that Mo Ming would make a move on him, so he hurriedly ran towards Mo Ming, looking at the armor soldiers who were lying on the ground and didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and shouted excitedly from time to time.

"Brother...... Brother, you're so domineering! There are so many people, and no one can withstand your punch......."