The barbarians bared their teeth and claws, and raised their scimitars to chop them down, completely disregarding life and death.

A sword split the body, and the spearhead suddenly stretched out from the opposite side, stabbing Zhong Sheng in the chest like a poisonous snake.

It’s crazy to kill, it’s really crazy to kill.

The barbarians who took action last did not care about the safety of their companions. Not only did they stab Zhong Sheng to death, they also stabbed his companion through him.

Zhong Sheng's ancient sword was lifted up, and the spearhead broke. He raised his foot and kicked Hu Ma away, killing the Hu man who had taken out the spear.

A strong wind came down from behind, and it turned out that it was a tall and burly Li Man, his whole body covered with butter, and he was hit like a flesh bomb.

There was not just one, but four or five brute force people gathered in groups, trying to squeeze Zhong Sheng to death.

Zhong Sheng held the ancient sword horizontally and cut off Li Man's ankle with a swing. Several people staggered and fell down like bottles hit by a bowling ball.

Before they could get up, the ancient sword poked their skulls one by one, killing Li Man one by one.

Zhong Sheng's breathing was much heavier than before.

At that time, Hu Ma had not yet eaten the eighth horse, and he calmly watched the rain put out the fire.

The power of Yang Pian burst out of his body and burned into a small sea of ​​​​fire on the spot, involving all the barbarians within a hundred feet radius.

Unexpectedly, the result of the attack was not as good as expected. Only two barbarians were cut in half and fell to the ground.

Hu Ma tore off the hind legs of the war horse, chewed and swallowed, shaking his head while eating.

"That's enough, that's enough!"

Hu people who died tragically in the past were cut in half and chopped into pieces one after another, but now, Qu Qing has finished focusing on the key points, and has been brutal one after another, and gradually there is no sign of saving energy.

Gao Jingtian, who was nearby, scolded.

The barbarians around were stunned. They drank raw horse blood and ate raw horse meat, all on a battlefield with enemies on all sides.

The raindrops gradually turned into a miserable green color and fell into the sea of ​​fire. Finally, they weakened the fire and gradually extinguished.

There is food everywhere, how could I starve to death?

Qu Qing heard it right, but what he said didn't make sense.

Due to their eating habits, Hu people's bodies are covered with oil and dirt, and the leather robes they wear are excellent fuel.

"You're being polite."

Also with a torch, the sea of ​​fire burned the night sky as if it were daylight.

The barbarians are still being killed from all directions, in an endless stream.

Another centurion attacked, their bodies covered in blood and wounded. They had obviously returned to the battlefield after resting, and there were only sixty or seventy people left.

Looking at another seven weeks, many barbarians are chewing dried meat outside their mouths and drinking the mare's milk from a leather bag.

The rain falls, but the sea of ​​​​fire still burns, and it is the limit of extinction.

We played archery with bows, or used leather ropes to throw out stones, which fell like rain and hit Hu Ma in waves.

"It's actually ordinary fire."

The Hu people screamed in fear, looking at Hu Ma as if they were seeing a ghost.

As soon as the Hu man spoke, Hu Ma threw Qu Qing and killed him, and his body fell to the ground.

The scale of the seventh fire was a hundred times more intense than the previous one, so that the two prairie priests were so shocked that they sat still.

Su Wen and Su Xianwen, two barbarians who offered sacrifices, nodded towards each other and allowed the barbarians to go up rampantly.

"Ruying hair and drinking blood is not considered a Central Plains person. He is no different from a savage?"

The strong winds whipped up the fire, causing white smoke to billow, and the smell of human fat and barbecue was everywhere.

During the confrontation, the Hu people also noticed that Qu Qing's unstoppable speed gradually increased.

Often when the two countries fight, there will be countless casualties. This is the truly brutal Shura battlefield, and any magic can be used.

Cold blood enters the abdomen, the fatigue all over the body disappears, and the burning belly also calms down.

The clothes under my body and my hands were stained with blood, and they were dry and stiff, as hard as plate armor.

Zhong Sheng saw the right position and raised his sword to attack the middle section and swung the sword out.

"Demon, devil, that is the fire of hell. Before being burned to death, the soul will return to the white sweat sky."

"Exhaustion of energy."

I killed the foreigner on horseback, grabbed Qu Qing and dragged him to the ground, punched him to death, and opened his mouth to spit out fierce fire.

"I'm moving. Slow down and behead me."

Huma is still killing, the corpses on his feet are piled up layer by layer, and Zhongsheng is covered in thick blood.

Zhong Sheng made a knife and cut half-cooked horse meat. The blood came out, and he stuffed it into his mouth with a calm expression.

All the horses were eighty percent full, moved their hands and feet, and then raised their swords to kill them.

Amid the sharp calls of low-altitude goshawks, two prairie priests, one on the right and one on the left, passed through the crowd.

Qu Qing took a few steps back, grabbed the owner's ancient sword, and twisted his neck hard with his arms.

Su Xianwen took out a dry herb from his arms and scattered it before crushing it with the staff.

I thought I could kill four or five barbarians, both men and horses.

While chewing the horse meat and swallowing, Hu Ma ate all seven legs of a horse, but it was still enough.

"Hoo ho ho!"

Amidst the screams, the barbarians ran and rolled wildly, and were burned into coke.

When Su Xianwen saw this, he immediately waved his palms, water vapor condensed from all directions, and his hands wanted to fall like raindrops.

"Huma, come and meet him."

Gao Jingtian sighed, "Food cannot be replenished, but energy is unlimited. How many days can a person last whether he is sleeping or resting?"

"The trapped beast still fights."

He could kill hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people, but he killed hundreds of millions of people in the world

We must take action. The timing is bad now. Hu Ma has been fighting fiercely for a long time and his strength is weakening.

I patted my belly, looked at a strong stallion, and caught it after it got off.

I took a few steps forward and sat under the corpse of a giant beast. I suddenly laughed, idiot.

The barbarian people realized how could they allow me to be so arrogant, shouting and crowding down, and wanted to interrupt me to quit my meal.

The power of Yang Judgment is the same as magic, but it is suppressed by the morale of the small army, but Hu Ma's physical strength is not limited, and he will eventually become stronger.

Huma raised his greasy left hand, waved it in front of him, and opened his mouth to spit out small pieces of fire.

The head of a warrior, hanging on the neck of a war horse, is the most glorious decoration in the world.

"Sure enough, a small army is like a city. No matter how weak a person is trapped in it, he will not escape death."

I also understand better why many hermits and lowly people among the people avoid becoming enemies of the imperial court.

When the fire got stronger, the surrounding barbarians took care of the burns and drove their horses to fight closer.

Hu Ma came out in a hurry. All the food and water were under the back of the big donkey, and he had nothing with him.

As soon as Zhong Sheng had this thought, his whole body ached and his stomach became hungry.

"Hmm!"

Looking up in the direction of the two grassland sacrifices, Gao Jingtian and Su Xianwen were drinking steaming mare's milk.

Hu Ma tore open the blood vessels in the neck of the ancient sword, and blood gushed out. I opened my mouth to drink.

It turned out that that was not the opponent's purpose. He forced me to eat and drink, and to fight continuously, and the first one died of exhaustion.

The low-altitude goshawk is also afraid of the fire, so it stretches its wings and flies to the lower clouds.

Under the command of my staff, the barbarians surged down like waves.

The fire jumped up and burned into a round sea of ​​​​fire with a radius of ten acres in the blink of an eye. The barbarian people were able to dodge and burned on the spot.

Qu Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat felt as wet as fire.

I swallowed the air again, transformed into positive particles in my body, and stepped on the ground.
Chapter completed!