Different from Zhang Xiaoping's subtlety, the strong man Ti Jing is much more wild.
He has practiced Shaolin's wind-splitting stick technique since he was a child. Coupled with his natural supernatural power, he danced a big iron rod as thick as a wrist and whirred like a windmill. The little devil who met him would If you have bad luck, you will die if you touch it, and you will die if you touch it.
Moreover, the devil's death was quite painful.
His head was smashed into a watermelon by the big iron rod whistling in the strong wind. It was lucky for him that he died quickly enough.
For those who received a blow to other parts of the body, at least the bones there were directly broken.
With the full strength of the body, being hit by the big iron rod with a rough and dark surface was like being rubbed by a certain part of a speeding locomotive. The part of the body that was hit was basically broken. It’s not that the outside is broken, it’s that the bones and tissues inside the meat are basically broken.
There was a Japanese soldier whose reflexes and skills were quite good, and he was able to block a block with the rifle in his hand. In the end, he just blocked a block.
With a click, the rifle broke into two pieces, and there was another click. The bones in both arms were basically broken, but the large iron rod still hit his head according to its original trajectory.
However, I don't know whether this little devil is lucky or unlucky, but the helmet on his head is extremely strong, and it actually withstood a blow from the body without breaking.
The steel helmet protected his skull, but it could not offset the huge momentum of the mountain.
So the result is that this little devil, who was only 1.5 meters tall, actually shortened his body by a large amount in an instant. His entire neck was missing, and half of his head was almost sunk into his chest. The most optimistic estimate is that his body at this time The height is at most 1.3 meters.
As a result, Ti Jing, a body as tall and majestic as a mountain in the eyes of little Japan, became a big devil that they could not understand and defeat. He shouted that the flax fell and fled in all directions.
From the time Zhou Wen rushed into the Japanese army, which was not yet fully assembled, and consisted of hundreds of people, until they collapsed and fled, only a short minute had passed.
Under the torture of forty-two martial arts masters, only a dozen Japanese soldiers were able to escape into the darkness and survive.
Zhou Wen ignored the frightened Japanese troops and continued to think about the Japanese troops advancing in depth according to the established tactics.
The 500-man swordsman team led by General Zhao Chengyu, who was 100 meters behind them, was left behind by more than 200 meters. Zhao Chengyu was so anxious that he cursed in his heart.
"Do you know how to cooperate? Do you really think that our sword team is like garbage collectors? You have eaten all the good meat and left us some leftovers. Why the hell are you running so fast? What should I do if Japan is surrounded?"
But after scolding, looking at the various weird or headless corpses of the little devils along the way, and the strong smell of blood in the air, I felt a little horrified.
What a bunch of evil spirits.
He also saw that another Japanese soldier was missing from the waist down, but he was still reluctant to die and crawled out on a bloody road with his hands clasped on the ground.
This Japanese soldier may have too much vitality, and he survived for such a long time even after being cut in half. He was seen saying something inaudibly, and his eyes looked pleadingly at every Chinese soldier who passed by him.
Even though these swordsmen don't understand Japanese, they still know what this little devil is praying for?
This is to pray to his enemies to kill him quickly.
But no one paid attention to him. Everyone was still rushing forward to attack. Who would be so idle that he would stop and give you a knife? We didn't invite you here.
Zhao Chengyu admired him in his heart. This kind of killing the enemy with one sword was much more difficult than killing the enemy with one sword. Not only did the sword need to be good and fast, but also very powerful. Even he himself might not be able to do it, only those four It was done by one of the masters of Qi Jinjing.
Zhao Chengyu guessed right, this masterpiece of slashing the waist was done by Miaohua.
It's not that Miaohua is cruel, but just as she slipped down to avoid the Japanese bayonet, she swung the sword outward with both hands, causing a cut to the waist and a cut to the chest.
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But at this time, Zhou Wen and the others encountered a larger group of Japanese troops, and hundreds of them had already assembled in formation, rushing towards them in a dark way from a distance.
But these Japanese soldiers obviously didn't realize that the dozens of black figures on the opposite side were Chinese troops, because when they came along the way, they had already contained more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who were disheveled and distraught.
What they didn't expect was that these dozens of black figures would rush towards them without making a sound, and the soldiers didn't even pay attention to the commands they shouted.
Colonel Ryo Suzuki in the team did not realize that the dozens of people running across from him were enemies.
In his opinion, there are no forty or fifty people in the world who dare to charge against his dense team of more than 500 people. That is not bravery but seeking death.
Moreover, he believed that even the enemy did not see the reason why they did not fire when they saw such a dense formation.
Therefore, the Japanese soldiers did not fire even if they did not get the answer to the command. They were still wondering whether their own people were so frightened that they forgot to answer the command.
"idiot!"
A Japanese officer stood out from the crowd and pulled out his command sword to teach these cowards a lesson.
However, he immediately became alert. The aura of the people on the opposite side did not look like a defeated army at all, and a murderous aura was already coming towards them.
"Enemy..." The officer didn't know whether he wanted to call the enemy or attack him. Anyway, it was impossible to confirm because his head was already flying.
Forty-two running black figures were like forty-two whirlwinds rolling up on the ground, instantly rushing into the dense formation of the Japanese army.
At this time, Zhou Wen had completely lost his temper. This kind of hand-to-hand combat released his restrained and cautious character since time travel.
The blood has been completely aroused by the killing without any grudge. Not only does it feel refreshing, but it also ignites some inexplicable excitement.
In his two lives as a human being, he has always been careful to survive. Whether he was a small mercenary group in his previous life, or he has been surviving in the cracks of various forces since time travel. There are always many scruples and taboos, and there are always many worries and worries. Unwilling to do so.
At this moment, he had never felt that his power could be completely released in this way. Maybe there was a murderous heart hidden in his heart, or maybe the evil side of human nature was ignited.
Today, he has no worries.
Today, he is going to kill everyone.
What does the Japanese oncoming look like?
An officer or a soldier?
Are they fierce or timid?
He was completely indifferent.
He only knows how to predict, swing the knife, dodge, and run according to his own perception.
Then he charged all the way, with heads and broken limbs rolling along the way, as well as painful howls and desperate screams.
