etc!

There is something wrong with the number.

"10, 20, 30..." Wang Zhi's eyes widened.

I saw four square formations of iron-blooded soldiers coming out, shouting "Justice, be with me!".

The loud and uniform shouts instantly defeated his newly gathered fighting spirit.

Completely gone!

40!

how to spell!

Weren’t there only 20 in the barracks yesterday?

Why Mao doesn’t play by the rules!

Wang Zhi ran away again.

Brother Mang:???

"Enter the barracks." Wang Zhi did not leave the barracks, but ran along the wooden barracks.

I tried it yesterday, but it didn't work to attract monsters and defeat them one by one.

Iron-blooded soldiers will not be fooled.

They are well trained.

Either pursue them together or return to the barracks together.

The force gathers.

"Whoops!" Wang Zhi quickly cast Death Sentence.

The death scythe hooked onto the high platform on the edge of the barracks, and the force skill was activated. Wang Zhi jumped up in an instant and rolled into the barracks from the outside.

Of the four phalanxes of iron-blooded soldiers, one phalanx still has time to catch up.

"Whoosh!" Wang Zhi stepped forward with his sword in hand.

this time.

It’s really one against ten!

One-on-three and one-on-ten are completely different things.

For Wang Zhi, this was a challenge he had never faced before. Even if the originals were much higher in four dimensions than the iron-blooded soldiers, it was still a chaotic battle with no end in sight. He felt that it was hard for two fists to defeat four hands.

"No." Wang Zhi retreated from the battle and killed an iron-blooded soldier.

Outside, the phalanx of iron-blooded soldiers has returned and is squeezing in.

Even if he kills these ten regardless of his injuries...

Can't win either.

"Corner!" Wang Zhi quickly retreated.

The square barracks has corners.

Different from the endless battlefield outside, standing in a corner, with the size of the iron-blooded soldier, he only needs to face two at most at the same time!

Although it cannot take advantage of agility.

But his 16 points of strength are almost double that of the Iron-Blooded Soldier!

Quickly pick up a big sword!

Wang Zhi is not yet capable of such a difficult operation as dual-wielding.

But with the sword of the Iron-Blooded Soldier in his left hand to block it, he could still attack with his right hand.

1vs40.

Extremely difficult!

At the end, it’s all about will and perseverance.

The hands without feeling, the pressure with no way out, the loss of blood again and again, the madness of pain.

Wang Zhi gritted his teeth and fought with his strongest fighting spirit.

This battle is for him.

The spiritual gain is far richer than the reward.

"boom!"

Use the Iron-blooded Soldier's sword to defeat the last Iron-blooded Soldier.

Wang Zhi's body was covered in blood, his pupils were blood-red, and he had countless injuries on his body and was in dilapidated state.

Swordsmanship?

By the end, I was already swinging my sword instinctively.

A real fight, extremely cruel.

"Ha." Wang Zhi showed a weak smile, and the big sword in his hand was stuck on the ground, and he couldn't stop shaking.

After the battle was over, the tense nerves relaxed, and then endless pain surged out of his head, causing Wang Zhi to grimace and grimace.

It hurts!!!

Wow~~

As soon as his consciousness dimmed, Wang Zhi had already left the iron-blooded battlefield.

The pain in my body disappeared in an instant, and my heavy body became extremely light and brand new, as if I had eaten fairy beans.

this!?

Wang Zhi looked at his hands in surprise.
Chapter completed!