Flesh and blood were flying everywhere, broken corpses could be seen everywhere in the military camp, and the smell of blood filled the air like blood mist.
After a short period of silence, shocking and pitiful shouts broke out in the Qing army camp.
"Run!"
"Help! Help!"
The originally neatly arranged military formation collapsed as Song Xuan killed hundreds of people with one sword, and the entire camp collapsed. Qing soldiers abandoning their weapons and running around everywhere could be seen.
Human willpower has its limits. After exceeding the threshold of fear, the spirit will collapse, leaving only the instinct of survival.
Before the battle even started, one-tenth of the troops were reduced by one sword strike. Even several generals in charge were killed. What a waste of a battle!
At this moment, the Qing army only regretted that their parents had lost two legs, and was afraid that if they ran slower than others, they would die under the second sword energy of that terrible man.
Song Xuan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
The fighting will of these Qing troops was not as high as he thought. He thought that they would have to fight another sword formation before they collapsed.
But now that the army has dispersed, the time of harvest has arrived.
If thousands of people maintain a complete military formation, it will indeed be difficult to kill with various weapons such as firearms, crossbows, shields, and vehicles, and the consumption of true energy will also be large.
But now, the formation has broken up, and thousands of Qing soldiers fleeing in all directions are, to be honest, easier to kill than thousands of pigs.
Even a few people can't hold down the New Year's Pig, but the deserters who have dispersed can be killed almost effortlessly!
The next moment, Song Xuan's figure jumped up, and the spiral nine shadow body technique was activated to the extreme, and the person turned into nine figures in mid-air.
Using one to transform into nine, the nine-handled long sword was like thunder and lightning. Wherever it passed, heads were thrown up one after another. The speed was so fast that the human eye could not catch it.
Thousands of heads, without resistance from the Qing army, were nothing more than a thousand sword strikes to Song Xuan, and they didn't even consume much energy.
An hour later, Song Xuan stood in front of the military camp, looking at the densely packed corpses with a look of indifference.
When he was about to turn around and leave, Song Xuan stopped and waved his long sword. For a moment in the sky, the sword seemed to be writing something like a dragon.
Soon, several eye-catching characters appeared on the stone pillars outside the military camp.
"The murderer, Song Xuan!"
After doing this, he sheathed his long sword, glanced at a hilltop in the distance, and then turned around and left indifferently.
After he walked away, after a long time, two men walked out from behind the hill.
One was tall and bearded, and the other was a young man who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was a little thin and had a look of horror on his face. He looked around from time to time.
The bearded man walked in front, looking at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the military camp, and gasped, "One person slaughtered an entire military camp. Killing people is easier than killing chickens. Even I, the chief helmsman of the Tiandihui, can't do it!" "
The young man said in fear: "Brother Mao, is that really a human? How can a human be so powerful?"
He felt that his worldview had collapsed. He knew that there were some powerful masters in the world who killed people like dogs. He had also seen Brother Mao kill dozens of Qing soldiers by himself.
In his opinion, Brother Mao was already the top master in the world. He never thought that the scene he saw today was really unbelievable to him.
A military camp of several thousand people was massacred by one person. Except for a few who were lucky enough to escape on horseback in advance, basically all of them died in the hands of one person.
Is that human being?
Even if King Yama came to the world to cut leeks, they would probably not be so silky, right?
Brother Mao took a deep breath and said, "Xiaobao, you are not a martial artist. You don't know that there is a kind of master in this world called a martial arts master!
The master of martial arts can suppress people with the power of heaven and earth with just a wave of his hand. Legend has it that he can break into an army alone and defeat an entire army without being restrained by a master of the same level! "
The young man envied and worshiped: "Brother Mao, could it be that the person we just met is a legendary martial arts master?"
"Probably not!"
Mao Shiba frowned and thought, "Since the great changes in the world last year, all martial arts masters have left. There is no master in Qingzhou."
The young man was puzzled, "Then why is that hero so powerful if he is not a master?"
"I don't know either!" Mao Shiba shook his head, "After all, in the eyes of real masters, I am no different from ordinary people. I don't know how strong the martial arts between top masters can be. "
The young man groaned and stared at the stone pillar in front of the military camp in the distance. The writing on it had an inexplicable murderous intent. His eyes began to hurt after looking at it for a few more times.
The young man rubbed his eyes, "The murderer Song Xuan, Brother Mao, do you know Song Xuan?"
Mao Shiba shook his head, "I've never heard of it. But after today, this name will probably spread throughout the world!"
As he said that, he took Xiaobao's hand and said, "Let's go quickly. The man just looked at us before leaving. He must have discovered us."
Xiaobao smiled nonchalantly and said, "What are you afraid of? That Song Daxia should be specially dedicated to killing Tatars. We didn't provoke him, so what are we afraid of?"
Mao Shiba smiled and said, "That's right, you kid can see clearly. Our Tiandihui also specializes in killing Qing Gou, and we are friends rather than enemies, so there is really no need to be afraid.
I was really shocked by his martial arts just now, and my thoughts were confused.
Let's go, there is such a murderous god in the world, we must bring the news back as soon as possible! "
...
Boom! !
Bursts of spring thunder sounded. Song Xuan was walking on the official road riding a war horse taken from the Qing army's camp, and looked up at the heavy clouds.
I don't know if it's a coincidence or something, but every time he kills people, it usually rains.
It was only early spring now, and when the rain mixed with the cold wind, even Song Xuan felt a little bit chilly.
Now the whole world was shrouded in a curtain of rain. He didn't mind rushing in the rain, but the war horse under him was a little overwhelmed.
After pondering for a moment, he looked around and then rode towards a small hill not far away.
Halfway up the mountain, there is a Taoist temple. It is not big and looks like it has been in disrepair for a long time. Although it is dilapidated, it is a place to hide from the rain.
Tying the war horse under the eaves to hide from the rain, Song Xuan pushed the door open and looked at the messy ground. With a wave of his sleeves, a strong wind blew away the dust on the ground.
Standing in front of the Sanqing statue, Song Xuan bowed and said, "Junior Song Xuan, I will stay here for one night. I hope you will forgive me for disturbing you."
He originally did not believe in gods, but since time traveling, he has maintained a reverence for the theory of immortals and gods. Otherwise, there is really no way to explain why he can travel through time.
You may not believe in the supreme Taoist god like Sanqing, but you cannot blaspheme!
Song Xuan found a shabby futon from the Taoist temple, sat cross-legged on it, and began his daily practice.
Having just killed thousands of people, he was extremely excited and the murderous intention in his body had not completely dissipated even now. It was a good time to temper his mental will.
