Although these soldiers also carry guns, the special humid environment of the clouds and mist has long made many guns meaningless.
Only...
Knife!
Sword spirit!
300,000 people kill one person, do they still need heat weapons
In addition...
This time Xia Yuan led his troops to attack Tianfeng Island, it was a temporary motive. He fought a blitzkrieg and pursued speed.
So this time the bullet preparation is not sufficient, and a lot of it has been used to suppress the people.
In addition, Tianfeng Island is the site of Beiming after all, and Zhenbeihou allows fighting between the rivers and lakes, but it absolutely does not allow war to take place.
As long as you don’t mobilize hot weapons, it’s not a war!
"End!" Xiahou exhales like thunder!
Cang!
Dao Meng Senhan, with a hundred people as a unit, one round knife array after another, instantly formed!
Every nine sword formations are transformed into a big sword formation, and so on.
Countless sword formations, like a huge vortex, can swallow everything at any time!
drink!
Drink it!
Three hundred thousand soldiers roar at the same time!
The sound is like thunder, shaking the earth!
Xia Yuan stood with his hand in his hand, with a majestic tone: "Elder Ge, this general will give you one last chance to hand over Lei Shu and Lei Guo, and the Jing family will surrender the power of Tianfeng Pavilion, otherwise you will not blame the general for being polite!"
"Even though there is only one person, the old man is not afraid of you!" The old Tianfengge's eyes were sharp, his sleeves were silent, and the weather burst out.
"Kill!" Xia Yuan finally lost patience.
Cang!
As soon as the voice fell, a series of sword lights gathered into flowing water, madly slashing towards the old Tianfeng Pavilion.
"Sir, can you lend me the Blue Dragon Knuckles for a use?" Tianfeng Pavilion said proudly without fear of danger.
"Yes." Deng Jiuling nodded and waved his hand. The fist belonging to Lan Nu appeared in the hands of the old Tianfeng Pavilion.
Tianfeng Pavilion just put on his gloves, and the sword light fell all over the sky.
"Ants!"
Tianfeng Pavilion smiled contemptuously, took a half step forward, and slashed out with a punch.
boom!
A blue light flashed in the void, and a huge shadow of the fist suddenly came first.
Boom!
The shadows of the fists flew, and one big knife cracked one after another, crashing to the ground.
"dead!"
The old Tianfeng Pavilion was so powerful and unforgiving, another punch was thrown out, and the soldiers who stood in the front fell to the ground one after another, and there was a fist-sized crack in his chest.
Quiet!
The audience is deadly quiet!
In this scene, everyone who saw it was shocked, and they all breathed in air-conditioning.
Punch!
Kill a hundred people!
Hoop!
The wind was lingering, the old Tianfeng Pavilion stepped on the ground and said lightly: "Who else?"
"You don't have to be afraid, our army is 300,000, and a mere hundred people have died, so what is it?" Clay Buddha looked sarcastically.
"Kill!" Xia Yuan spit out, and there were hundreds of warriors immediately, and the swords flew towards the old Tianfeng Pavilion.
"Ants!"
Elder Tianfeng Pavilion was unmoved, and the second punch was cut out again.
boom! Boom... Boom!
Detonated continuously in the sky, a hundred soldiers, instant kill!
The world stood still for an instant, and the whole audience could breathe.
Although everyone knows well, Tianfeng Pavilion is getting older after all, and it is impossible to release his fist indefinitely.
But the old Tianfeng Pavilion made two punches in a row, one punch was more fierce than one punch, and he cut two hundred warriors in a row.
"Who else?" The old Tianfeng Pavilion's eyes were burning, and the old eyes were full of fierceness, and he looked around with burning.
Everyone bowed their heads, no one dared to look directly at them.
"Half a step to beat the world, I didn't expect you to have Guo Yunshen's inheritance." The clay Buddha's old and dumb voice resounded across the sky in an instant.
"It turned out to be a half-step collapse of the fist?" Upon hearing this, Xia Yuan's pupils shrank, and a dignified light flashed in his eyes.
Guo Yunshen, Yang Luchan, and Xiao Xiaotian were the three great masters of the late Qing Dynasty. They were all masters of martial arts, and they should all be masters who stepped into the three steps of cultivation.
The three masters who are strong and who are weak will never be known to future generations.
But these three martial arts masters are extremely good in their boxing skills. Yang Luchan's Taijiquan is invincible in the world, and Xiao Xiaotian's roaring skyquan is also the epitome of the Central Plains.
As for Guo Yunshen, he fisted the world in half a step!
When Guo Yunshen had just achieved his martial arts skills, he was arrested and imprisoned. He was shackled and could not move in the dungeon at all.
Guo Yunshen was not discouraged, even if he could only move half a step, he still developed a set of peerless boxing techniques.
There is only one move in this set of boxing. Just take a half step forward, and it's a half step to collapse the fist!
The true half-step collapse of the fist has long been lost in this life, and what has been spread in the Central Plains is nothing more than a garish.
And there are many people who practice the second boxing method, even if the real half-step collapse of the boxing occurs, it will still not be noticed.
But today, the old Tianfeng Pavilion killed a hundred people with a punch, and he actually used the most orthodox half-step Bengquan
Horrible!
"The legend has it that half-step Bengquan practiced to the extreme, a punch can break the mountains and rivers, split the road of life and death, is the legend true?" Xia Yuan said solemnly.
"The legend is naturally true. It's just that I really want to cut the road to life and death with a single punch. It is difficult to achieve three steps. What's more, a ninth-rank pinnacle master?" Touching the white beard, the mud bodhisattva was a little disapproved.
If Tianfeng Pavilion is really capable of three steps, the mud bodhisattva will immediately turn around and leave, and will not say a word of nonsense.
But the Tianfeng Pavilion is only the pinnacle master of the Ninth Stage, even if the body has been tempered for a hundred years, the mud bodhisattva still doesn't think it is too powerful.
Big deal... Just fill it up with people.
"Three four five six seven eight nine, I will kill a hundred flowers after blooming!" Xia Yuan's eyes were gloomy, and he roared!
Cang!
As soon as the voice fell, the seven hundred soldiers drew their swords at the same time, transforming into seven huge sword formations, slashing fiercely towards the old Tianfeng Pavilion.
"Sir, this half-step collapse of my fist is from the descendants of Guo Yunshen, I hope you can continue."
The old Tianfeng Pavilion made a long roar, and the breath of his whole body began to rise continuously, his eyes were full of sharp light:
"Back then, Guo Yunshen broke into the world in half a step. Although the old man couldn't be so powerful, but today one kills one by one. If you kill ten thousand confession, you can lose money!"
As soon as the voice fell, Tianfeng Pavilion stepped forward half a step, and a huge cluster of blue glow came out of his fist, slashing forward.
boom! boom! ... Boom!
In an instant, the shadows of the fists flew, and seven huge cracks appeared in the ground.
Instant kill! Seven hundred people!
After that, the old Tianfeng Pavilion sprinted forward and rushed into the army quickly. With every punch, countless heads would fall to the ground.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger!
In the snow, the old Tianfengge had cold eyes, as if he didn't have any emotional color, punching and punching.
During the whole process, Deng Jiuling stood with his hand in his hand, standing at the door of Yunwuze, motionless.
In my mind, the life and death book flashed, constantly engraving every move and style of the old Tianfeng Pavilion.
In fact, from the beginning to the end, every punch of Tianfeng Pavilion was the same.
but…
When the Book of Life and Death was engraved, the contents of the engraving were one punch and one move, and countless moves were engraved.
one move!
Two tricks!
…
Ninety-nine strokes!
Finally, when Elder Feng Ge was performing his ninety-nine strokes, Deng Jiuling suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of sighs: "Elder Ge, you don't throw one last punch, let me come."
Hearing this, the old Tianfengge figure was slightly dull, but with a wry smile: "The old man made a big mistake. Thank you, Mr., for your kindness. If you want to, protect Jing's house for me."
As soon as the voice fell, the breath of the old Tianfeng Pavilion surged at an astonishing speed.
Wow!
Endless gusts, rolling around the old Tianfeng Pavilion.
However, in just a few seconds, Tianfeng Pavilion turned into a tornado, covering the sky and the earth.
There are more dark clouds in the void.
In the darkness of the sky, there were countless white snow flying, unspeakable weirdness and evil spirits.
Hoop!
The wind is getting stronger and stronger.
The wind was so strong that the soldiers were staggering, almost standing unsteadily.
In this wind, Xia Yuan frowned slightly, with a vague premonition.
"No, this old thief is urging the secret method to forcibly increase his cultivation level by half a step! Quick... Retreat!" The mud bodhisattva's face finally changed.
"Half a step?" Xia Yuan's expression changed suddenly upon hearing this.
Half a step!
Rumble!
When the voice fell, all the soldiers trembled with horror on their faces.
That's half a step!
When Guo Yunshen was rampant in the world, with half-step collapse of his fist, he did not know how many aristocratic families had been destroyed, majestic and invincible in the world.
During this process, Guo Yunshen naturally encountered a quack boss who had a higher cultivation base than him.
but…
With just one punch, Guo Yunshen can kill the opponent!
Because Guo Yunshen's boxing method is a punch of higher order challenge!
Among them, Guo Yunshen has made it clear that the half-step powerful stage urges the half-step collapse, which can promote the essence of the "half-step" to the MAX state.
Half-step powerful half-step collapse fist, can cut the first step powerful!
Even if the Mo family had ignited vitality, the first step in the advancement of great power, a sword defeated Deng Jiuling's ancestor of heaven.
The power of that sword is nothing more than that!
"The original half-step collapse of the fist turned into a ninety-nine style, and in the end ninety-nine combined into one, turned into the ultimate punch."
Deng Jiuling nodded thoughtfully, his eyes full of solemnity: "How powerful is this last punch?"
Xia Yuan led 300,000 troops, and came in awe-inspiring, surrounded by clouds and mists, and vowed to destroy the Jingjia and the high level of Tianfeng Pavilion.
But in fact, because of terrain constraints, the number of soldiers who actually appeared at the gate of Yunwuze was only 350,000.
More fighters, like ants, crowded in the rear, waiting for Xia Yuan's dispatch at any time.
retreat!
Run away!
When Xia Yuan issued the retreat command, the soldiers retreated like flowing water.
Because they were too flustered, when these fighters fled, they stepped on people and crowded people. I don't know how many people were trampled and injured, or even trampled to death.
Mess! Mess! Mess!
However, in the face of this chaos, Xia Yuan disagreed, but was somewhat relieved.
Because Xia Yuan knew very well that the old Tianfeng Pavilion had ignited his vitality, and his punch before his death would surely be earth-shattering.
as predicted!
Facing the warriors who had retreated like a tide, the old Tianfeng Pavilion had cold eyes, without the slightest feeling of emotion.
"This punch of the old man is the last punch in his life. If you can really escape, the old man will have practiced for a hundred years."
Elder Tianfeng Pavilion screamed loudly, and his whole body leaped into the air, and a dozen meters of light rose up, as if it turned into a bright sun.
The sun was burning, but the light was blue, weird and coquettish.
In the wind, Elder Tianfeng Pavilion suddenly heard, the last roar in his life: "A punch-life! Death! Road!"