Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

"Let's go, it's time to get on the road." Mo Feng said calmly. Such cold words seemed a little unreal coming from a child's mouth, but it was normal for Mo Feng.

Seeing through life and death, one thought of the world. Although I couldn't help but tremble when facing the flood of sight at the beginning, after the incident, it seemed that the previous fear had disappeared like smoke.

Of course, Mo Feng's Kamikaze Team Eight is not the only one coming to this battlefield. There are many other Kamikaze teams as well, but their positions are generally closer to the rear. It is obvious that the Yunqi official wants the short-lived people to rush to the front line.

But in this battlefield full of flesh and blood, where is there an absolutely safe place? Unless you are a member of the Kamikaze Team, you are still training at the Luofu Cloud Cavalry Training Ground at this moment. The so-called most elite ones need to be polished more carefully.

There was still meat everywhere along the way, but fortunately it did not form any forces, so Mo Feng easily chopped it into pieces and then burned it with fire.

The Yuntian Sword has lost its original luster, and the sword in Ruan Qingtian's hand is already rusty, but it was still brand new before setting off.

The debris of these abundant evil creatures has a corrosive effect, which is a torture for weapons.

The two men were like killing machines, moving forward in the direction indicated by the Yunqi officials with expressionless faces.

It can be seen that Ruan Qingtian actually has some martial arts talent. He has been practicing martial arts since he was young, but his family is poor and can't afford to support him. You know, people who practice martial arts need a lot of material support, at least to have meat every meal, but Ruan Qingtian's family doesn't have this condition, so he rarely practices martial arts since he was sensible.

How many eccentrics like Mo Feng are there in the world? It is certain that this power is not something a normal child should have.

As they advanced, the two encountered a tide of flesh-seeking troops, who were obviously approaching the team that needed support.

But this level of tide is nothing compared to what Mo Feng encountered at the beginning. If it were Mo Feng, breaking through this level of visual flesh tide would be a matter of a thought.

"Do you still have strength?" Mo Feng asked.

"Not much, but enough." Ruan Qingtian responded.

"If you are afraid of death, don't go in. I won't take care of you." Mo Feng said.

"How ruthless. Are you afraid of death?" Ruan Qingtian asked.

"Of course I'm afraid. I haven't realized my wish yet."

"Yes. That's good. It's good to have a wish. Let's go. At least you can leave your back to me before I die."

"We must move forward courageously. The back is not that important." Mo Feng slowly stepped into the tide of visual flesh. Swords fell like rain, countless sword lights rose up, and he seemed to be alone in the tide of visual flesh.

Ruan Qingtian was far from it. His sword had been completely rusted. It would take at least several strikes to cut the visual flesh in half. And the fact was, only by chopping the visual flesh into pieces could it not be revived.

"Save us! We are the Kamikaze Team 3!"

When reinforcements arrived, the trapped Cloud Riders were naturally very excited.

It seemed that there were only Mo Feng and the breathless Ruan Qingtian, and everyone's morale dropped again.

The entire Kamikaze Team III was reduced from fifty people to thirty. They were surrounded by these visual flesh for a long time and were unable to break out. The captain was accidentally swallowed by the visual flesh. The entire team suddenly lost its backbone and the casualty rate began to rise sharply.

"Follow me, I will cut through the visual flesh tide." Mo Feng said concisely.

Everyone finally recognized Mo Feng, the rising star of the Cloud Riders, a figure who could fight Yan Qing on equal terms. His reputation had already spread among the Cloud Riders, but the morale was too low just now, so they didn't recognize who the person was for a while, nor did they understand a simple truth: if he could come to you, why couldn't he fight his way out.

Mo Feng's reputation had a strong effect, like a shot of adrenaline, bringing the entire team back to life.

This team is composed entirely of immortal species. It should be said that, except for Kamikaze Team 8, only Kamikaze Team 9 is composed of short-lived species in the entire advance team.

Under the premise that life is at stake, anyone who cares about who is short-lived and who is immortal is a fool.

Mo Feng was the popular choice and he fulfilled his promise very well. He alone broke through the visual flesh tide that fifty people could not break through.

Wherever the Yuntian Sword swept through, the visual flesh was torn into pieces, followed by a sky full of flames - this was the fire-starting device that Mo Feng carried with him. To deal with these visual flesh, fire was a relatively good weapon.

As far as support missions are concerned, Mo Feng has achieved great success.

The final battle situation was that of the original team of fifty people, twenty-three were killed, ten were seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured.

If Mo Feng hadn't been there, the situation would have been even worse in a few minutes, and the entire army would have been wiped out, with no one surviving.

"Kamikaze Team 8, received, please respond." Mo Feng's monitor rang again.

Since the captain of the Kamikaze Team 3 died, the bug on him could no longer be found. If they wanted to contact him, they could only contact Mo Feng.

"Kamikaze Team 8 received the message and has successfully carried out the rescue." Mo Feng said coldly.

"Reporting the damage."

"Of the original fifty squads, twenty-three were killed, ten were seriously injured, and seventeen were slightly injured. Medical supplies are needed."

"understood."

After the exciting breakthrough, the entire Kamikaze Team 3 instantly became depressed, and the aftereffects of the war began to gradually emerge. Many people had already begun to show signs of falling into the devil's body.

Although these people are unusually young, they will still be affected by these abnormal emotions during the fight with the Fengrao Army. If they allow these emotions to take hold, they will fall into the evil trap.

It can also be considered a curse of the immortal species.

The ten seriously injured ones, of course, showed the status quo that Mo Feng had expected, with high fever and delirium, and they were crazy. It wouldn't be long before they were completely eroded by the visual flesh, and their body instincts were completely unable to resist the surging invasion of the visual flesh.

"When will the support arrive? They can't hold on any longer." A person whose injuries were not so serious asked Mo Feng.

"I don't know. The headquarters didn't say. But be prepared for the possibility that support may not arrive." Mo Feng said.

"How could that be...then they are definitely dead. By the way, where is your team?"

"died."

"Is that so?" He had no intention or purpose to mock Mo Feng. Without Mo Feng, their team would only be a matter of time before they died. If they couldn't even resist Mo Feng, then they must have encountered bigger troubles.

"I am in so much pain!" A man covered with scars jumped up, covered his head and began to groan, "I..."

Then the voice starts to become hoarse, which means that the person is about to fall into the devil's evil state.

Dead branches began to grow from the body, and a heavy armor began to grow from the body.

Mo Feng ended the man's life with a single sword. In the blink of an eye, before the person who asked for Mo Feng's opinion could even react, the man who was about to fall into the evil body was completely beheaded and left the world.

"Is there anyone who doesn't want to live anymore? If it's too painful, you can tell me and I'll send you off. If you want to wait for support, then wait. If you don't want to wait anymore, just tell me." Mo Feng's clear words spread throughout the Third Kamikaze Battalion.

Waiting for his...

There is only silence.