Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

North Korea, a certain hilly slope.

After dusk, the sky gradually darkened, and the fierce battle intensified. Hundreds of corpses of the black armor had been lying on the mountain, and the ground was covered with blood.

Headed by Wei Zhuang, everyone's clothes were stained with blood.

The afterimage of the white phoenix flashed, and the sharp blade of the silver thorn pierced into the gap of the iron shield, stabbing one person. When the silver thorn was withdrawn, it brought a blood groove, and a few wisps of blood splashed on the face.

Beside Liu Feng, five sixth-rank disciples had already fallen. Although they were masters in the world, it was difficult for them to counterattack in the face of the black-armored army's siege and stabbing with their spears.

The black crow swept across, and at the same time as it flew up, it kicked violently with its toes, and a spear flew out, directly hitting and piercing the iron shield, piercing the soldier's armor, killing and flying one person.

The ink crow then charged, attacking from the position vacated by the soldiers who were knocked into the air.

However, the next moment, the soldiers on both sides moved closer together, the two iron shields sounded, the three-inch square gap opened, and two spears pierced out.

Mo Crow's face was startled, he leaned back in the air, the tip of the spear brushed along his cheek, his feet kicked off the iron shield suddenly, and his body flew upside down.

Wei Zhuang rushed out from the front, and handed over Mo Ya, Bai Feng, and Liu Feng behind him.

"drink!"

Wei Zhuang shouted coldly, the shark teeth slashed wildly again, the sword energy was like waves, the sword energy was surging, more than ten people were scattered, flew and injured by the sword energy.

Wei Zhuang's eyes lit up, and he charged out with his sword.

However, the heavy iron shields fell one by one, hitting the ground "clang clang clang..." The first layer was filled in an instant, and then the second and third layers, the thick iron shields "clang clang clang" seamlessly fit together , turned into an iron wall.

Wei Zhuang's shark-toothed sword struck out, cutting through the surface of the thick iron armor and cutting a string of sparks.

In the next second, the gaps in the iron shield machine opened at the same time, and dozens of spears pierced out. The spears were forged from fine iron, so sharp that they could easily pierce flesh and blood.

Wei Zhuang's complexion changed slightly, he waved and stirred the shark-toothed sword, and cut a spear with a clang, cutting off the sharp spear head.

Afterwards, Wei Zhuang's whole body was parallel to the ground, and he stepped on the heavy shield with both feet, completely defying the gravity of the earth. With a chop of his long sword, he cut into the gap between the first iron shield and the second iron shield .

The long sword penetrated two feet, and with a stab, the shark-toothed sword penetrated a man's neck.

Wei Zhuang exerted strength with both hands, keeping his body in two parallel lines with the ground, and started to run wildly, shouting: "Drink!"

Stabbing, stabbing, stabbing... Accompanied by Wei Zhuang's body running wildly, the shark-toothed sword that cut into the gap of the iron shield carried a string of sparks, making a "chi chi chi" sound.

Mars rubbed against the gap between the blade of the sword and the thick iron shield, and the tip of the sword cut the necks of rows of black-armored warriors, blood splattered one after another, and there were screams.

In an instant, Wei Zhuang had harvested more than [-] lives.

In the next moment, Wei Zhuang's earlobe moved, and the shark-toothed sword changed immediately. His right hand was light, and the shark-toothed sword was even more dexterous.

There was a gap in one side of the iron shield, and sharp spears burst out of the gap, blocking Wei Zhuang's way.

Wei Zhuang was still running against the iron wall and shield, his wrists were nimble, his sword moved lightly, there was a crisp sound of clanging, sparks rubbed against each other, and the blade of the sword shattered spear points one by one.

As a powerful swordsman, when Wei Zhuang's swordsmanship suddenly became light and agile, not only did it not violate the harmony at all, but it gave people a visual aesthetic.

Just as Wei Zhuang's feet walked over the iron shield, there was a "shua" sound, and a spear pierced out of the gap in the iron shield.

Shua, Shua, Shua, thick and heavy iron shield, with a three-inch square gap opened, and spears thrust out one by one, divided into two types: short spears and long spears.

The next moment, Wei Zhuang kicked his feet suddenly, and his body flew upside down. The moment he flew out, the short spear pierced under the sole of his feet, and the long spear pierced directly in front of him.

If it was one second at night, Wei Zhuang would definitely be injured. The injury might not be serious, but he would definitely die.

Wei Zhuang flew upside down, stood holding his sword, his face was calm, but his heart was full of surprises.

"The black-armored team deserves to be the strongest pawn in South Korea."

Wei Zhuang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "If five thousand black-armored troops are dispatched at once, or if the two thousand soldiers are replaced by the white-armored troops of Bloodcloth Fort, then it will be a question of whether we can break through today."

"In the future, I will have an elite army in my hands, an elite army that is not weaker than the White Armored Army, nor weaker than the Wei Wuzu, to gallop on the battlefield for me."

Men do not show their ambitions, but they are born with a body of eight feet.

A manly man, besides the dream of the rivers and lakes, also has the dream of the battlefield, fighting with gold and iron horses, fighting wits and courage, using millions of troops as pawns to play games in the world.

Wei Zhuang holds a sword in his right hand, his eyes are burning with ambition, ambition, pride of Guigu Yimai, and mission of Guigu Yimai.

Mo Ya, Bai Feng, and Liu Feng have already withdrawn.

The three of them were short of breath, their bodies had already been stabbed by spearheads, Mo Crow had three wounds, Bai Feng and Liu Feng had at least ten wounds, and their clothes were stained blood red.

Blood has its own, but more of the enemy's.

The two iron shields were slightly buckled on one side, clang clang clang... Well-trained, precise coordination, almost seamless.

The iron shields on both sides were buckled slightly like gates, and a gap of one foot was exposed on the iron wall of the shield. Wei Zhuang saw Ji Yihu's ferocious face and gloomy eyes.

Ji Yihu sneered and said, "Wei Zhuang, you know how powerful the black armor is."

"This is the most elite team under my father's command, the soldier of hundreds of battles, the king of Korean infantry."

Ji Yihu looked at the corpses on all sides. The black armor force had already lost more than 300 people, more than 300 corpses, two to three hundred were slightly injured and seriously injured, and the loss exceeded a quarter.

However, all sacrifices are worthwhile, because sacrifices have been exchanged for results.

Except for Wei Zhuang, the other three have been injured, and more than half of their true energy has been consumed.

Even the most powerful Wei Zhuang lost [-]-[-]% of his strength.

Ji Yihu believed that if he continued to pile up hundreds of people, he could kill Wei Zhuang and others.

Ji Yihu smiled coldly: "Mo Crow Bai Feng, there is only one end for betraying the General's Mansion, and that is—death!"

"Short spear ready, throw!"

With Ji Yihu's order, thousands of black-armored troops took down the short spears behind them, swung the three-foot short spears, and rushed towards Wei Zhuang and others in unison.

Wei Zhuang's face froze, and he swung the shark-toothed sword with a domineering aura, smashing more than ten spears in an instant.

The faces of Mo Crow, Bai Feng, and Liu Feng changed drastically. The spears at such a close range shot thousands of spears in an instant, densely packed, covering and killing from all directions, which was more lethal than a strong crossbow and a strong bow.

The index finger and middle finger of Mo Ya's right hand were bent together, pinching black feathers with the fingertips, wisps of black air burning, and said to Wei Zhuang: "If you don't do the backhand you arranged, we will really die here."

Whoosh...

The short spears all over the sky charged, and the black crows swung their black feathers. Countless black crows transformed into black true energy, and groups of black crows flew around him, Bai Feng, and Liu Feng.

Puff, puff, puff... The short spear stabbed forward, piercing through the crows one by one, and they fell to the ground one after another. When each crow fell, a short spear fell down at the same time.

Bai Feng's face was startled: "Moya, you..."

This is Mo Crow's life-saving secret technique. In his previous assassin career, Mo Crow also used it once, and that time was a fatal situation. It was all because of Mo Crow's use of this technique to support him for a while, and when Bai Niao came to support him.

Once this secret technique is activated, it will take ten years of skill; originally, Mo Ya was about to break through to the peak of the ninth rank, but now it seems that he will have to continue to practice hard for several years.

If he hadn't used a life-saving secret technique back then, the current Moya would have already reached the pinnacle of the Ninth Rank, and even now there is hope that half of his foot will step into the realm of freedom.

Wei Zhuang swung his sword, and as soon as he made a killing move across the four directions, four changes appeared in the sword's posture in an instant, and a powerful sword energy burst out.

Four beams of bright sword energy erupted, impacting all directions, and hundreds of short spears were shattered and scattered. He said with a stern expression: "I am not prepared to fight back."

The ink crow was pale.

Bai Feng's face was ashen.

Liu Feng still looked normal, he knew some information that Mo Crow and Bai Feng did not know, top-secret information.

Wei Zhuang changed his words: "Because Li Changqing has already prepared."

As soon as Wei Zhuang finished speaking, everyone took a closer look, and they saw a flame, the flame soaring into the sky, and a beautiful figure flying from far and near.