As soon as Lux finished speaking, those crazy believers rushed towards Yan Zheng and others. Their eyes were occupied by purple, and their faces had that kind of joyful and satisfied smile, as if they had lived a fulfilling life. Before he died, the old man looked at the smiles of his children and grandchildren. It would be okay if he was really an old man, but most of these crazy believers were young and middle-aged. It looked so weird to have this kind of smile on their faces at this moment. Terrible.
The fanatical state of the believers does frighten the soldiers, but these people are not well-trained soldiers after all. Even if the Lord's blessing allows them to escape from mortal bodies and gain the bodies of monks, their combat skills and combat experience are not those of others. What can be given, under the command of Wu Zhang Ji, the remaining four people formed a spear formation to resist the attack of the believers. Their attacks were unorganized and there was no coordination at all, but each of them was not afraid of death, even if Facing the sharp silver-plated spear points, they rushed forward without hesitation. The people in front were pierced by the spear points, but the people behind continued to press forward, vowing to kill these evil desecraters of the Lord. Eaten alive and skinned alive.
Yan Zheng clenched his sword and rushed towards the crazy believers. He kicked one of the leading believers down with a flying kick. His thick military boots stepped hard on his smiling face. The sword in his hand He stabbed down, depriving the believer of his life. Then he ignored the blood spreading under his feet and rushed towards another believer.
The believer showed a harmless smile to Yan Zheng, and two lines of tears of blood shed from his purple eyes. He stretched out his hands to grab Yan Zheng's neck, and Yan Zheng slammed the believer's temple with the hilt of the sword in his hand. , and then cut off half of his head with a horizontal slash. Blood spurted out and covered half of Yan Zheng's face. He wiped the blood off his face and continued to rush forward.
The tall warrior crossed his arms and stood not far away with a solemn expression like a jade-carved Buddha statue. Behind him, more believers were emerging from the dense forest and joining the battle of the siege team. , if Yan Zheng remembers correctly, there were only a few dozen believers surrounding the altar at that time, but now there are more than these people, not to mention those who are emerging from the dense forest. Where did these people come from? from? Could it be that there are other altars hidden deep in the forest that they don't know about?
The current critical situation no longer allows Yan Zheng to think carefully. The six of them alone are already unable to deal with these dozens of crazy believers, let alone doubling the number, but the unfathomable Tai Master Chang didn't come, he probably didn't bother to take action against mortals like them, so now the backbone of this group of believers is the tall strongman. As long as he is killed, these believers will not have anything to worry about, not to mention that Shen Dutong has already taken over. Got the signal and should be on the way to pick them up now.
Naturally, Yan Zheng understood the principle of shooting men first, shooting horses first, and capturing thieves first, but it was indeed difficult to face these crazy believers. The Steel-Breaking Technique was activated automatically according to Yan Zheng's thoughts, and the sword composed of scarlet blood energy The tide once again set off turbulent waves in his body. The meridians that had experienced repeated destruction became stronger and stronger, and were able to withstand part of the impact of the tide. Yan Zheng felt a powerful force coming from his heart, and blood oozed out of his pores due to the impact of the force. , but fortunately the skin did not crack, it just turned Yan Zheng into a bloody man.
Several crazy believers were suddenly thrown away by a strong force. The believers who came out of the dense forest behind them were also knocked over. The momentum of the believers' attack was suddenly blocked. Yan Zheng pulled out the dagger from his waist, turned over and stabbed, He penetrated the chest of the believer behind him who wanted to sneak attack, turned around, stabbed the chest of another believer with a dagger, and disembowelled him.
He rushed into the crowd alone and slashed with the two weapons in his hands. The believers with smiles on their faces seemed to feel no pain and attacked Yan Zheng one after another. Yan Zheng swung out a huge fan with his long sword. The believers in front of him were split into two, with blood flying into pieces, laughter continuing, heads and severed limbs separated from the body hitting the ground. At this moment, he was like a blood-soaked demon, and he could no longer tell whether the blood all over his body was what it was. who.
Yan Zheng stretched out his left and right arms, creating a gap among the believers. A shrill scream made him look back. Under the continuous impact of the believers, the four-man spear array was in danger. Even if Ji Wuchang tried his best Even though they were killed, they could not prevent the collapse of the defense line. A soldier had been thrown to the ground by the crazy believers. Countless hands grabbed the soldier and took off his armor. The faces of the believers were Still smiling, they scrambled to lean down and gnaw at the soldier's body with their teeth.
"Go away! You crazy people, why are you smiling? Why are you laughing? Don't come near me anymore, I will kill you, shut up! Shut up! Why are you enjoying it so much? Why are you being killed? Are you still laughing when you're dead? I'm going to thrust my spear into your throats, and you'll never laugh again!"
Liu Hong's hoarse shouts followed, and his broken spirit began to make him incoherent. He still raised his spear and stabbed continuously, trying to drive away the believers approaching him, but this was just in vain, the crazy believers drowned him.
Wu Zhang Ji and the remaining two people were back to back. He suffered many injuries, but he still stood firm and roared hysterically, "Hang on, the commander will be here soon. I have already sent the signal, why do you return the command?" Not coming? Keep attacking, hold the line, pierce their disgusting faces, chop all their heads off, why don't these people stop? Why don't they keep smiles on their faces? Damn it! Damn it! Kill them all !Kill them all!"
The remaining two people did not yell, but the smiles gradually appearing on their blood-stained faces showed that they were heading towards the same madness as those believers, not to mention Wu Zhang, Yan Zheng knew that even if he survived After coming down, I will definitely not be able to regain my sanity.
A believer took advantage of Yan Zheng's distraction and rushed towards him. Yan Zheng's long sword swept in a circle, forcing other believers around him to move away. Then he jumped up suddenly, landed on the ground and slashed, and the long sword was embedded in the believer's pipa bone. , almost cutting his upper body into two pieces. Yan Zheng shook off the blood on the sword in his hand and continued to charge forward. The surging crowd of believers had already separated them. Even if Yan Zheng went back to rescue him now It was too late, he had no way to turn back.
"Roar!"
Yan Zheng burst out with a loud roar and rushed into the densest crowd again. He lowered his body and swept the entire Shura Field like a violent wind. He cut off two people at the waist with a single swing of his sword. The dagger danced wildly and pierced the bodies of three people one after another. The skull and weapons of Yan Zheng's hands rotated together, and the whole person transformed into a tireless killing machine, cutting a bloody path in the crowd. Every attack was the full force of the Broken Steel Art, and with every attack, believers turned into him. The souls died under the sword.
Finally, Yan Zheng, covered in blood, reached the strongman. He gasped for breath, half-knelt on the ground, supported his body with the long sword in his hand, raised his head and stared at the mountain that stood like a mountain with eyes bloodshot from over-killing. The warrior in front of him looked at Yan Zheng's murderous eyes, and the expression on the warrior's jade-like face became a little loose. This mortal seemed to be a little different. He did not show any fear in the face of the crazy believers, even if his comrades sacrificed. Never letting him stop, the undisguised murderous intent in his eyes showed a clear meaning. Unless he was destroyed, he would definitely not stop dying.
Yan Zheng knew that with his current strength, he was no match for Lux. The curled long sword and the dagger on the verge of breaking in his hand were even less likely to leave any traces on Lux's steel-like skin, and Lux's pair of The iron fist can easily smash him to pieces. Judging from the current state of the strongman, it is no different from before the battle. It is obvious that the previous pursuit of Yan Zheng did not consume much of his physical strength. In addition, the strongman also has agility that is not consistent with his tall body. Even though Yan Zheng took off his armor and lowered his weight, not having the confidence to completely avoid his attacks. From all aspects, the strongman was the most difficult enemy he had encountered so far.
The strongman did not take the initiative to attack, but maintained a solemn posture, looking down at Yan Zheng with a condescending look. Of course, Yan Zheng was also injured during the battle with the believers, but his strong will allowed him to temporarily ignore the injury. It hurt, but now the side effects of overdrafting the scarlet blood were beginning to show. He felt overwhelmingly sleepy, and his thoughts began to become confused.
On the way to escape, he recalled the scene just now. The strange sacrificial ritual summoned some kind of creature that did not belong to this world. However, it seemed that due to some unknown reasons, the summoning failed in the end. After the ritual failed, The ghost-like Master Taichang immediately ordered the believers to arrest them. Could it be that the failure of the ceremony was related to the abnormal movement of scarlet blood in his body at that time? But the red gauze bodhi is just a miraculous fruit produced by the blood bodhi tree absorbing the blood of all creatures. How could it be related to these strange believers and creatures from other worlds?
The strong smell of blood around him brought Yan Zheng's chaotic thoughts back to reality. The battle was still going on, and Captain Ji's hysterical roars continued to sound from time to time. It seemed that even though he fell into madness, he did not stop his instinct to fight. , Yan Zheng used the long sword to prop up his body and stood up again. He stared closely at the motionless warrior on the opposite side, trying to find flaws in the opponent's body. Even the Vajra Shield had a door, Yan Zheng I can't believe this muscle monster has no weaknesses.
