Seeing the scene of a river of blood not far away, the little old man's heart was bleeding, he was shocked and angry.
In the era of cold weapons, in small wars, the key factor that determines the outcome of both sides is, in addition to the morale of weapons and equipment, the most important factor is the casualty rate.
Thousands of people are at war, with cold weapons fighting flesh and blood, and blood splattering, which is a great test of the psychological quality of the soldiers.
Countless battles throughout the ages have shown that when an army's casualty rate approaches ten percent in battle, it means the beginning of a rout.
Not only was the heavy casualties bringing a sense of oppression to the remaining soldiers, but more importantly, the large number of casualties had made it impossible for the military formation to maintain its normal formation.
In the perfect formation, if a piece is missing, it means the beginning of the collapse of the military formation.
Throughout the ages, those who can maintain combat effectiveness when the casualty rate reaches one-tenth are all the best among the best.
The team that the little old man spent countless efforts to build is such an elite soldier.
After Song Xing killed one-fifth of the soldiers, although these soldiers were frightened, they did not collapse and still tried to reorganize their formation and launch an attack.
But the little old man couldn't let this battle continue.
These soldiers were his life's work and were the cornerstone and springboard for his future hegemony. If they were all dead, even if King Taiping succeeded in usurping the throne, the throne would have nothing to do with him.
In the moment of the fight with Song Xing, so many soldiers had died, and every death was like a bite in the little old man's heart.
Even if the little old man sends out all his soldiers to kill Song Xing today, the trump card in his hand will probably be completely destroyed, which he cannot accept.
After receiving the order from the little old man, these soldiers hid in the flowers again with fear of Song Xing.
Looking at the beautiful face standing in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, Lu Xiaofeng felt a chill running directly from the soles of her feet to her forehead.
This is no boy next door, he is clearly the ultimate killer!
Even He Zhizhang, who was seriously injured next to him, felt faintly lucky in his heart that he could survive in the hands of this murderous god.
The little old man gritted his teeth and glared at Song Xing, his face no longer as calm as before: "Okay, very good, I didn't expect that the old man would miss it. Not only are you superb in martial arts, you have also practiced on the battlefield. Fighting Kung Fu."
The fighting among martial artists and the fighting in the military formation are completely different things.
No matter how advanced your martial arts skills are, when you are trapped in a military formation and countless weapons are slashing and stabbing at you from the front, back and left, you will find that the martial arts moves you usually practice are simply difficult to withstand in such a scene.
As for the scene of Song Xing fighting in the war just now, it is not an exaggeration to say that the overlord is alive. In any dynasty, he is a peerless general who will not be born for a hundred years.
The little old man would never allow Song Xing, who was highly skilled in martial arts, proficient in fighting in battle formations, and yet still harboring hostility, to leave this place.
Song Xing dropped his left hand, which was only half of his body. He waved his right hand and the blood-stained spear flew straight out and was inserted three feet below the little old man's feet.
Song Xing looked at the little old man and said domineeringly: "I want to defeat all the top ten masters. Today, I will start with you."
Although the little old man is reclusive, he has trained He Zhizhang and Gong Jiu single-handedly, and he can definitely be among the best in the world.
The little old man sneered and said: "Failed all over the Ten Jue List, young man, that's a big statement."
Although he was disdainful on the surface, secretly the little old man was full of energy and was ready for the next fierce battle.
Gong Jiu and He Zhizhang were both trained by him. Being able to defeat them easily is enough to illustrate Song Xing's strength.
Before the little old man could finish his words, Song Xing took a step forward in the sea of blood.
Lu Xiaofeng, Gong Jiu and others who were watching the battle felt the sound of thunder in their minds again. As Song Xing took a step forward, the blood sea under his feet directly splashed three feet of blood waves, and then they were forced by Song Xing's galloping figure again. open.
A few dozen feet away, Song Xing took one step forward and appeared in front of the little old man. With a flip of his right hand, the sky turned upside down again and the Milky Way poured down.
Buzhou Mountain.
The little old man, who was shrouded in the palm wind, felt that all the air around him seemed to be forced out of the area around his body under Song Xing's palm.
The originally warm breeze suddenly became as thick as plasma, firmly binding him in place, pressing tightly against his body that was trying to struggle.
In the distance, He Zhizhang stared at Song Xing's palm, as if a majestic sacred mountain appeared in front of him, turning upside down under a huge force and pressing down on his head.
He Zhizhang was so excited that he trembled all over and murmured to himself: "Bu Zhoushan is so strong, so strong. How can I block this palm? How can I block it..."
It turns out that when Song Xing dealt with him before, he did not use the full power of this palm at all.
Gong Jiu, who was next to Lu Xiaofeng, stared at the little old man's position. He wanted to know how the little old man would break this palm.
Having fought against the little old man in person, he knew what terrifying power the short, fat old man in front of him contained within his body.
The power that can kill He Zhizhang may not be able to deal with the little old man.
Facing Song Xing's unavoidable and inevitable palm, the little old man's white hair was flying, his face instantly turned purple, his heart began to beat rapidly, and his true energy instantly penetrated the whole body, lifting the inexplicable tension in the air. The power of binding.
The zhenqi quickly condensed towards his right hand, and a trace of purple-red color could be seen in the blood flowing under the skin. The little old man's originally wrinkled right hand also turned into a plump and smooth purple-red color in an instant.
When the slightly coquettish purple color appeared, the zhenqi in the little old man's body had reached a critical point, so he faced Song Xing's palm and waved his palm fiercely.
Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened and she stared at the two palms colliding in the air.
boom!
It was clear that the sky was clear, but Lu Xiaofeng felt that he heard the crackling sound of thunder ringing in his ears.
The ground shook violently, followed by violent winds.
The first move between the two of them caused an earth-shattering movement. The ground within a foot radius was shattered inch by inch by the terrifying force of the shock, sinking into a huge pit.
The airflow generated by the little old man's infuriating energy forced several people around him to take a few steps back to avoid the oppressive and breathless wind.
Even if they retreated, everyone's eyes were fixed on the two people on the battlefield, trying to see clearly who won and who lost in the previous palm.
Only He Zhizhang's eyes flashed with more despair, and he murmured: "I can't avoid it, I can't hide, I can only head on, I can only block it, if I can't block it, I can only die."
The mountains are falling, the Milky Way pours in, there is no way to go, the only chance of life is under the palm of your hand, if you can stop it, live, if you can't stop it, die!
The little old man is not dead!
Bu Zhoushan, who made He Zhizhang despair enough to give up resistance, was finally blocked by the little old man.
