The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 50
Looking at the scene of blood flowing into a river not far away, the little old man's heart was bleeding, he was startled and angry.

In the era of cold weapons, in small wars, the key factor that determines the outcome of both sides, in addition to the morale of weapons and equipment, the most important factor is the casualty rate.

The occasion where thousands of people are fighting, the scene of blood spattering with cold weapons, is an extremely test of the soldiers' psychological quality.

Numerous battles throughout the ages have shown that when an army's casualty rate in battle is close to [-]%, it means the beginning of defeat.

It's not just the sense of oppression brought by the huge casualties to the remaining soldiers, but more importantly, the large number of casualties has made it impossible for the army to maintain its normal formation.

In the perfect formation, one piece is missing, which means the beginning of the collapse of the army formation.

Throughout the ages, all those who can maintain their combat power when the casualty rate reaches one-tenth are all elite soldiers.

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 terrified, they did not collapse, and they were still trying to reorganize their formation and launch an attack.

But the little old man couldn't let the fight go on.

These soldiers are all his life's painstaking efforts, and they are the cornerstone and springboard for his future hegemony. If they are all dead, even if King Taiping succeeds in usurping the throne, the throne has nothing to do with him.

In just a moment of hand-to-hand with Song Xing, so many soldiers have already died, and every death is like a bite in the heart of the little old man.

Even if the little old man sent out all the soldiers in his hands today to kill Song Xing, the trump card in his hand would probably be completely destroyed, which he absolutely could not accept.

Under the order of the little old man, these soldiers hid in the flowers again with fear of Song Xing.

Looking at that delicate face standing in the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses, Lu Xiaofeng only felt a chill from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

What kind of gentle scholar is this? He is clearly a peerless murderer!
Even He Zhizhang, who was seriously injured next to him, felt a little lucky in his heart that he was able to survive in the hands of this killing god.

The little old man gritted his teeth and stared at Song Xing, his face was no longer calm like before: "Okay, it's very good, I didn't expect the old man to be mistaken, you are not only superb in martial arts, but also trained in combat skills on the battlefield. Fighting skills."

The fighting of warriors in the Jianghu and the fighting in the army are completely different things.

No matter how good your martial arts are, when you are trapped in an army formation, and countless weapons are coming at you, you will find that the martial arts moves you usually practice are difficult to parry 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, and in any dynasty, he is a peerless general who will not appear in a hundred years.

Such a Song Xing who is superb in martial arts, proficient in fighting in battle formations, and still harbors hostility, the little old man will never allow him or leave here.

Song Xing threw down his left hand, which was only half left, and waved his right hand, and the blood-stained spear flew straight out, and stuck three feet under the little old man's feet.

Song Xing looked at the little old man, and said domineeringly: "I want to defeat the top ten masters, today, let's start with you."

Although the little old man is hidden from the world, he who single-handedly trained He Zhizhang and Gong Jiu can definitely be among the best in the world.

The little old man sneered and said, "You've lost the top ten rankings, young man, what a big tone."

Although he was disdainful on the surface, secretly the little old man was full of anger and was ready for the next fierce battle.

Gong Jiu and He Zhizhang were both trained by him, and being able to easily defeat them was enough to show Song Xing's strength.

Before the little old man finished speaking, Song Xing took a step forward in the sea of ​​blood.

Lu Xiaofeng, Gong Jiu and the others, who were watching the battle, only felt the sound of thunder appearing in their minds again. As Song Xing stepped forward, the sea of ​​blood under his feet directly splashed three feet of blood waves, and then he was once again forced by Song Xing's galloping figure. open.

At a distance of tens of feet, Song Xing stepped out in one step, and the man 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, under the palm wind, only felt that the air around him seemed to be under Song Xing's palm, and he was forced to withdraw from all around his body.

The originally warm breeze suddenly became as thick as blood plasma, firmly restraining him in place, pressing tightly on his struggling body.

He Zhizhang in the distance stared at Song Xing's palm, as if a majestic mountain appeared in front of him, turned upside down under a huge force, and pressed down on his head.

He Zhizhang trembled with excitement, and murmured to himself: "So strong, so strong Bu Zhoushan, how can I block this palm, how can I block it."

It turned out that Song Xing hadn't exerted the full power of this palm against him before.

Gong Jiu 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 personally fought against the little old man, he knew what kind of terrifying power was hidden in the body of this unattractive, short and fat old man.

The power that can kill He Zhizhang may not be able to deal with the little old man.

Facing Song Xing's inescapable and inescapable slap, the little old man's white hair fluttered around his head, his face instantly turned purple, his heart began to beat rapidly, and the infuriating energy instantly penetrated his whole body, dispelling the inexplicable tension in the air. The power of restraint.

The true energy quickly condensed towards the right hand, and the blood under the skin was flowing, showing a trace of purplish red. The little old man's wrinkled right hand also instantly turned plump and smooth purplish red.

When the slightly coquettish purple-red 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 it fiercely.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened, fixedly staring at the two palms colliding in the air.

boom!
It was clear that the sky was clear, but Lu Xiaofeng felt that he could hear the thunder crackling in his ears.

The ground shook violently, accompanied by a violent gust of wind.

The first move of the two people's confrontation already produced a shocking movement, and the ground within a radius of one zhang under their feet was directly shattered inch by inch under the force of the terrifying counter-shock, sinking into a huge pit.

The air current generated by the swell of the little old man's true energy forced the surrounding people to take a few steps back to avoid the oppressive wind that made people unable to breathe.

Even if they retreated, everyone's eyes were fixed on the two people in the battlefield, trying to see clearly who won and who lost with the palm just now.

Only He Zhizhang's eyes shone with more despair, and he murmured: "I can't avoid it, I can't hide it, I can only go head-on, I can only block it, I can't stop it, I can only die."

The mountains are tilting, the Milky Way is pouring down, there is no way to go, the only life is under the palm, if you can stop it, you will live, if you can't stop it, you will die!
The little old man is not dead!
Bu Zhoushan, who made He Zhizhang so desperate that he gave up resisting, was finally blocked by the little old man.

(End of this chapter)