Chapter 701 Dare to Give Me Ten More Martial Saints

In a Ten Thousand Commander's camp, a Ten Thousand Commander was drinking and eating meat.

Just then, a figure appeared in front of him.

"Who……!"

His voice came abruptly, because a sword had pierced through his forehead.

With a wave of his hand, Li Feng put the body of the commander in chief into the spirit ring of storage, and then rushed to the second tent as instructed by Song Yan, which was the tent of a commander in chief.

Wu Sheng is extremely fast.

In a short breath, he broke into the commander's tent from the tent of the commander in chief.

"Die!"

The long sword swung out, and the commander's head flew into the air, and was then collected by Li Feng into the spirit ring of storage.

The assassination of the other five people also went very smoothly.

Song Jiuhe had the highest cultivation level and the fastest speed among the six, so when Li Feng killed two of them, he had already killed a ten thousand commander and three thousand commanders.

The night was as black as ink.

The killing was going on silently.

Fifteen breaths passed in a blink of an eye. Song Yan, who was secretly observing the scene, found that the six martial saints had completed their tasks and killed the ten thousand commanders and all the thousand commanders of the five barracks.

But the killing didn't stop.

After they slaughtered the commander, they began to attack ordinary bull demon soldiers.

Every time a soldier of the Vigorous Bull Demon Race dies, one less soldier of the race will die.

Finally, after half an hour, Tu Shixiong, who was secretly killing, was found.

A large number of Vigorous Bull Demon soldiers rushed out of the camp and killed him.

"Well done, devil boys!"

Tu Shixiong burst into a drink, throwing out his fists in a row.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two torrents gushed out from his fists, and more than 300 strong bull demon soldiers were caught in it, strangled and smashed to pieces.

"It's so brutal!"

Seeing this scene, Song Yan praised secretly.

Even though his figure was exposed, Tu Shixiong became more and more unscrupulous, striding forward, punching out with both fists continuously, each punch could at least kill dozens of Vigorous Bull Demons.

In less than a minute, thousands of strong bull demons died under his fist.

Seeing this scene, Song Yan could only feel his blood boil, and the killing song couldn't help but appear in his mind:

A man should kill, and kill without mercy.

The karma of eternal immortality lies in killing people.

In the past, there was an Assassin's League, with great loyalty.

When you get red, you kill people, and your body is lighter than a feather.

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Killing one is a crime, and killing one is a hero.

If nine million are slaughtered, you will be a hero among heroes.

In a blink of an eye, Tu Shixiong had killed nearly two thousand soldiers of the Vigorous Bull Demon Clan, and none of the soldiers dared to charge forward. They threw away their weapons and fled in the opposite direction from Tu Shixiong.

"Haha, a group of demon cubs, where are you going to escape!"

But Tu Shixiong became violent, and with a sway of his body, he came into the midair. His eyes were extremely bright, as if there was a divine light, and his fists swung out again.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

A series of punches blasted in all directions, making deafening explosions. In an instant, more than a thousand soldiers of the Vigorous Bull Demon Race who were fleeing died under his punches.

On the other hand, Li Feng's fighting style is different from Tu Shixiong's.

Like a ghost, he quickly walked among groups of soldiers of the Vigorous Bull Demon Race, the sword in his hand continued to push out, and then the soldiers of the Vigorous Bull Demon Race kept falling down, making a road of bull demons form in the place he passed by. The road paved with demon corpses.

Let's talk about Song Jiuhe.

This old guy's cultivation has reached the late stage of Martial Saint, and his weapon is a long spear.

Although this long spear is not a ninth-grade spiritual weapon, it has exerted the power of a ninth-grade spiritual weapon.

The afterimage of the gun kept flashing.

Blood holes continued to appear on the heads of the soldiers of the Vigorous Bull Demon Race.

"quack!"

He kept letting out strange smiles, which fell on the ears of the soldiers of the Great Bull Demon Race, feeling particularly penetrating.

Half a quarter of an hour later, no less than 3,000 Dali Niu demon soldiers died under his gun.

Let's talk about Xiong Tianba.

This person's fighting style was a little abnormal. He walked quickly among the soldiers of the mighty bull demon. Wherever he passed, the soldiers fell out one after another, and the soldiers who fell on the ground lost their lives immediately after.

"Pfft!"

A centurion of the Vigorous Bull Demon Clan was grabbed by him with one foot and one hand, and when he tore it hard, the opponent's body shattered, and a large amount of blood poured down on Xiong Tianba's body, killing him. Dye into a blood man.

In the same quarter of an hour, there were no less than three thousand soldiers of the Bull Demon Clan who died in his hands, and no less than fifty Bull Demon Clan soldiers who were torn apart by him. taste.

Meng Li's battle was also extremely violent.

What he used was a long knife, and his head flew up when the blade passed by.

To say that the most elegant way of fighting has to be Hangu. With a wave of her hand, hundreds of strong bull demons became ice sculptures, and quickly shattered into pieces of ice.

After killing for half an hour, there was not a single drop of blood where she passed.

Song Yan, who secretly watched the performance of the six people, was an eye-opener. No wonder the human race valued martial saints so much. The fighting power of martial saints is really terrible. Once they start killing wildly, even ten thousand people cannot stop them.

Of course, no Martial Saint would do this.

Don't look at the fact that these six martial saints killed the soldiers of the Vigorous Bull Demon Clan with great joy. It was because they assassinated the ten thousand commander and the thousand commander first, so that these ten thousand soldiers could not form an effective fighting force .

Even so, the zhenqi in their bodies was consumed a lot. In just half a quarter of an hour, 30% of the zhenqi in their bodies had been consumed. If it wasn't for Song Yan, they could withdraw at any time, and they really didn't dare to do so.

Because when they really killed all the soldiers of the Bull Demon Race, they would have to consume a lot of their true energy.

After another half a quarter of an hour, the five barracks were emptied.

Of course, not all the soldiers of the Great Bull Demon Clan were killed. Except for the barracks where the two Martial Saints were, more than 90% of the soldiers were killed, and only seven or eight thousand soldiers were killed in the other four. The ones who were under it all escaped.

"time to go!"

Song Yan showed up and took them to the other side of the Blood River.

However, when he grabbed Xiong Tianba's arm, it was slippery, and when he let go, it was covered with blood.

Can't help but secretly thought, if you kill someone, you kill him, you have to make yourself covered in blood, and the taste is too strong.

Back in Blood River City, Song Yan let the other five people rest, while he and Li Feng went to the Commander's Mansion to report the situation.

When he learned that Song Yan led the assassin battalion to kill the five battalions of the Dali Niu Mozu, he couldn't help being shocked. These guys are too bold, but he is more happy. If the soldiers of the human race To kill so many 40,000 or so Vigorous Bull Demons would cost 40,000 to 50,000 people.

"What do you think of Di Shayu's sudden increase in troops?"

Lei Jiuming looked at Song Yan and asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, he wants to start a big war!" Song Yan said with confidence.

Lei Jiuming nodded: "It's about the same as what I thought." But he immediately changed the subject and stared at Song Yan: "Can you win this war?"

Song Yan said with a solemn expression: "Give me ten more Martial Saints, and I can let you win this battle without a single soldier!"