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Lao Luo's scalp tingled for a while, and he suddenly realized the danger of this quest line—how much help they gave Joan in the first four rings, how difficult they would face in the fifth ring!

And now, how strong are the Englishmen they are facing?

"what……"

Looking up at the hillside in the distance, Lao Luo was dumbfounded.

In his sight, the English longbowmen on the hillside in the distance are boundless!

This is definitely the workhorse of the English!The English have already laid down their hands when they started the war!

"Retreat! Retreat! Let's retreat!"

When Lao Luo was dumbfounded, Baron Jill rushed to him and pulled him up.

Baron Gill still remembers, his mission is to escort these three mascots to the front line, if the English really let the three so-called "Men of Destiny" be shot here, God knows what it will do to morale What a loss!

But now I want to go to the front line, but I can't do it.

They stepped into the ambush circle unknowingly, and even the defense of the formation was a little bit reluctant. They had suffered a round of arrow rain first, and their command was already disordered. If it continued, this would not be a war, and it would even turn into a single battle. Aspects of carnage!

Must retreat immediately!This battle is over!

"...Retreat? Why retreat?"

A voice suddenly sounded beside Baron Jill.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a strange weapon.

It should be a big spear, at least it looks like a big spear, but the edge of this big spear is not a common spear point, but twisted into a wave-like pattern, and even the spear point is not It is a sharp point in the usual sense, but it separates two forks.

It's like the letter of the snake, or the tongue of the snake.

This was Baron Jill's first reaction.

"...Snake Spear!"

Lao Luo, who was brought by Baron Jill, suddenly called out the name of this weapon.

"you……"

Lao Luo raised his head, and Baron Jill also raised his head.

But in front of them, the figure holding the giant spear had already galloped out.

The giant spear collided with the spear flag, and the white spear flag that was originally held in Joan's hand was also lowered.

The tip of the gun was pointing at the boundless Englishmen on the hillside.

"I've waited so long...Isn't it just for this!"

The giant spear like an oolong drove away the rain of arrows, and Dubin, who was riding on the horse, buckled the iron mask on his face.

When the ferocious mask of the king of heaven covered that ordinary face, the heavy cavalry with a giant spear took the lead.

"Follow me! Kill them all!"

The Battle of Orleans, the Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Ghost Back

"Martial arts cannot be achieved through training alone."

Joan of Arc still remembered that this was the emotion that the foreigner expressed during one of her training sessions. At that time, she had just been defeated by the unknown woman in black, and it was the time when she desperately wanted to become stronger.

But when she asked the stranger for an answer, the stranger just shook his head.

At that time, Joan of Arc still didn't understand why the foreigner gave her such an answer. After all, in her opinion, martial arts were trained, and everyone had to practice before they could fight. How could they not be trained? What is the reason?

But she couldn't ask this question out of her mouth, because at that time she also noticed that the atmosphere was not right. When the stranger answered her, he was not as persuasive as usual, but seemed a little... sad ?

That was the first time she saw the man who was indifferent no matter what happened, showing obvious emotions.

With such a tyrannical strength, why should he be sad?

At that time, Joan of Arc still didn't understand.

But now, she was vaguely aware of it.

What does that so-called sadness mean?

"Come!"

Under the sweep of the snake spear, countless arrows were blocked one after another. It was hard to imagine that such a heavy and huge spear could be swung lightly like a straw.

"Stop him! Go!"

Some English cavalry came up to meet them, pointing their lances at the figure wielding a giant spear—the martial art of blocking arrows just now had made them clear that the figure holding a giant spear in front of them was no longer The bows and arrows can handle it, they must stop the opponent before they attack the longbowman formation!

But can it be stopped?

"Om-"

It was the sound of something piercing the air, and then these heavily armed English cavalry felt themselves flying - but they could see clearly that their bodies were still sitting on the horseback, then they How did it fly?

"Boom boom boom!"

The heads wearing helmets fell to the ground one by one, and the dull sound was like a fierce battle drum.

The giant spear like a snake letter licked these heads and threw it out.

"Oh!"

In the formation of longbowmen in the distance, some archers standing in the front row were headshot with precision. The heads wrapped in iron helmets were as powerful as cannonballs, knocking down the three of them enough to roll to the ground.

And at this time, the figure holding the giant spear had already rode his horse to the front.

"Shoot the horse! Shoot the horse first!"

It wasn't just who spoke first, but the longbowmen quickly realized that the first thing they had to do in the face of such a terrifying fighter with high martial arts skills was not to shoot people at all!But shoot horses!

Horses can't block arrows!

"Get ready! Let go!"

With an order, the galloping horse was nailed into a sieve in an instant. Even if the horse was even covered with armor, it could not withstand such a fierce fire siege!

"Good! The horse is dead!"

The longbowmen cheered for a while, but some people suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

That war horse was indeed shot by them, that's right.

But where are the people?

"Dare to kill my horse?"

A voice came from mid-air, with a biting killing intent.

"Then pay with your life!"

"Varied……"

Seeing the spear-wielding figure in mid-air, the archers drew their bows and arrows almost immediately.

But at this moment, the figure holding the spear had already hit the ground hard.

"Boom!"

As soon as it landed, a longbowman was trampled to death on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, the giant spear swept across, bringing with it a bloody storm.

The human body is so fragile, these longbowmen realized this in a real sense for the first time, although they had already felt it when they shot and killed others, but this time, it was their personal experience.

As long as it is touched by the spear blade, the body will be cut open, even if it is drawn by the spear shaft, the body will be split in the middle - they knew for the first time that cutting a person does not need a blade, As long as the strength and speed are achieved, the human body will naturally be divided into two pieces.

Blood splashed on the Heavenly King's mask, dyeing the already ferocious mask into an even more glaring crimson.

"Devil, devil!"

I don't know who yelled first, and soon more and more people started yelling—but before they yelled a few times, the thick spear blade would cut their necks open, and the wavy blade was like a saw , It only needs to lightly cut off the neck bone, and let the whole head fly up.

This is no longer a battle, this is a one-sided massacre.

Just, not enough.

"A little more...give me some more pressure."

Under the mask of the king of heaven, there is a low roar from hell.

"You don't only have this ability... Do you want me to let you continue?"

Saying this, the figure holding the spear took the initiative to remove his armor.

From the shawl on the shoulders to the solid breastplate, the protection of the ribs has also been thrown aside, and the skirt armor has been thrown to nowhere - even the cloth robe inside has been torn shattered, exposing the entire unprotected upper body.

At this moment, not only the longbowmen, but even the infantry who came to rescue them were stunned, because they had never seen such a strong body, and the distinct muscle lines were like the stalwart gods in ancient sculptures.

But what really stunned them was not the strong muscles in front of them, but the man's back.

In a daze, they actually saw that the muscles on the back of the spear-wielding man in front of them had condensed into a hideous grimace!

The muscular grimace lowered its brows, as if mourning for something.

Is it for them?Is it for ordinary people like them who face evil spirits?Or for the dead?For those souls who fell under the giant spear?

No, neither.

At this moment, everyone present felt it.

That sadness was reserved for himself.

That evil spirit is feeling sad for himself.

"I'm already like this? Why can't you put pressure on me?"

The giant spear swept across, and a fierce figure covered in blood rushed forward.

"If you can't put pressure on it, then give me your head!"

hum-

The giant spear swept across, breaking bones and tendons wherever it passed.

The infantry surrounded them, and the infantry fell to the ground. They tried their best, but they still couldn't get close to even the slightest bit. The terrifying spear with a length of one foot and eight inches had danced into a halo of light. Under the light wheel is the road to hell paved with corpses and blood.

Until now, there was still not a single wound left on that naked body.