True Martial Great Emperor of Myriad Realms

The wooden stake in Guo fan's hand was originally used to hang the military flag of the guard station. Later, it was abandoned and was more than five meters long.

As for the material, it is a cypress fir that can resist the erosion of wind and sand for ten years. It can be cleaved by the sword without damage.

As soon as he stretched out his arm and swept back and forth, he held the ten meter wall and occupied a large area.

Beirong's body is strong, especially those who charge. They all wear double armor and have amazing defense.

But when Guo fan hit him on the head, his brain burst out immediately.

Even if it hits the chest, the armor defense is useless. The whole upper body has become a meat pie.

Machetes and long guns were all broken on the spot.

After several sweeps, three broken bodies were left and four rising Beirong soldiers were patted away.

As for bows and arrows

He has a wonderful skill, a fierce tiger god, and an amazing physique. If he is weak, he can bounce off by skin and flesh alone.

The strong one knocks gently and flies high. It can't rely on close proximity at all.

But although he was fierce, he stopped at most two gaps.

Just after cleaning up this side, two Beirong soldiers have rushed up in the other direction.

"A long!"

The horse shot wildly with a gun to resist, and looked back and roared.

"Hoo..."

In front of a flower, Guo fan has rushed over with a wooden stake.

The huge wooden stake in his hand was like a toy in a child's hand. It was light and unreal.

But when dancing, the violent wind can't be fake at all.

"Hua la..."

In the body, Qi and blood are agitated like a wave.

Guo fan's muscles and muscles are like shaking. Every breath and every action burst out with terrible strength.

Even a real tiger is far inferior to him!

As soon as the stake was picked, the two Beirong people were already flying high. Before they reached the top, they were smashed down.

"Bang!"

The hard rammed earth wall immediately has two shallow pits.

Even the corpse was a blur of flesh and blood.

Fortunately, he knew that the heads of Beirong soldiers could be exchanged for money, and their heads were still complete.

"Mr. Cao, what a clever plan!"

In the Beirong army array, Banda, a young general, was laughing at himself: "let the Daliang people kill each other without effort. Is this the soldier who subdues others without fighting?"

"My Lord, it's ridiculous."

Mr. Cao smiled lightly and bowed his hands, with no fear of honor or disgrace on his face.

"It's all little tricks to wipe out the world. After all, we still win with strength and become invincible soldiers."

"Sir, I'm modest."

Banda smiled and waved his hand: "when I read the book of the Liang army, I was deeply impressed by one sentence. The way to use the army is to attack the heart, attack the city, fight the heart, and fight the army."

"I didn't understand what I meant at the beginning, but Mr. today taught me a lesson with practical actions!"

"In Banda's view, sir's talent can be the first and auxiliary!"

"Adults are joking."

Being praised so highly, Rao is Mr. Cao's city house deep enough, and he will inevitably show a happy face.

He gently waved his hand and said, "Cao's talent is nothing, but bullying some illiterate border troops."

"Ha ha..."

Banda laughed: "illiterate, is Mr. Cao talking about my brothers who only know how to hunt?"

"Cao dare not."

Mr. Cao bowed, but his smile did not diminish.

He knew that Banda looked down on his brothers in his heart, so he liked it.

"My Lord!"

At this time, there was a man running in a hurry in front of him, kneeling down in a hurry: "my Lord, something bad."

"What?"

Banda's face sank.

Gasping for breath, he reached out and pointed to Baoning pier behind him and said, "attack... Can't attack!"

"Waste!"

Banda was so angry that he threw the whip and whipped it.

"There are only a few Daliang people left above. It is estimated that they were injured by the internal fight. You said you couldn't attack?"

"My Lord!"

The visitor felt pain, but he didn't dare to dodge. He just bit his teeth and said, "it's not that my subordinates didn't do their best, but..."

"But what?"

Banda glared at each other angrily. If he didn't give a reasonable reason, he would tear his life apart.

"But the enemy is too strong!"

The visitor raised his head and looked frightened: "he... Killed all the people we rushed up!"

"Huh?"

Banda frowned and looked up at baoningdun above.

At this time, the sky was dim, and it was a little far away, so I couldn't see the situation above.

However, the scenes of Beirong soldiers being picked up and shot down are clear to the eye.

"It should be the girder warrior."

Mr. Cao took a timely step forward and guessed, "since that man can kill six cavalry with his bare hands, he may not be able to do it."

"Yes."

Banda nodded slowly, but her face did not stretch.

He didn't believe what the soldier who had survived Guo Ke said at first.

An empty handed Daliang man killed seven Beirong cavalry. What a dream.

But now, depending on the situation, it's really possible!

"You must be a strong general if you can kill my brother, but Banda came here today to avenge him."

"Go!"

He waved his big hand and said, "add twenty more people. The archers don't need to save their bows and arrows. Give me all-out attack and take his life to comfort my brother's spirit in heaven!"

"Yes!"

My subordinates immediately arranged another 20 people to rush up without cover.

This time, the troops are still divided into three routes and six routes.

"Peng!"

On the wall, Guo fan's body jumped continuously, and the wooden stakes in his hand were hit out one after another.

In front of him, Beirong soldiers had no general, and almost one life could be taken with each blow of the stake.

"Ah..."

With a loud roar, a strong man in armor with a small dirty braid and a snowflake axe jumped onto the wall.

The strong man has a dark complexion, a strong waist and an amazing axe in his hand.

He glanced at the corpses everywhere in the field. His eyes were red and roared, so he rushed to Guo fan.

"Hoo!"

Under the axe, the strong wind roared.

"Well..."

Guo fan turned back and raised his eyebrows: "natural divine power?"

Although he was a little surprised, his hand was not slow at all. He swept away one person, waved a pile and hit him.

"Peng!"

Axes and piles collided, and the big man stepped back again and again.

Guo fan frowned and looked at the stake in his hand.

"Click..."

With a crack, he could no longer bear to hold the battered stake and broke it in his hand.

"Hey, hey..."

The big man sneered, approached with a hatchet, and his words were vague.

"The lion will only die in my hand! If I kill you, Lord Banda will certainly promote me."

"Oh!"

Guo fan shook his hands and shook off the stake. His toes touched the ground, and a steel knife dropped by someone fell into his hand.

Five tiger broken door knife!

The light of the knife flickered, and the man felt his neck cool before he had time to cross the axe.

What's going on?

In front of me, I saw a headless corpse standing on its own in the field, holding a familiar axe in his hand.

That's yourself!

A flash of surprise flashed through the big man's heart, and then his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

"Shua!"

"Poof..."

Without the stake, Guo fan's speed of intercepting Beirong people to climb the wall was greatly limited, but his lethality increased sharply with a more skilled steel knife.

He dashed like a tiger with a knife and dashed along the fence.

However, those who resisted in the front were all dismembered by him. The forward momentum can be described as invincible and unstoppable!

When the guard of baoningdun saw Beirong soldiers rush up, he was very frightened at first.

Today, only shock is left.

"Come on, follow Liu tou."

Ma Chao reacted the fastest, yelled at the rest of the people, followed Guo fan with a gun and picked up the leak.

As long as you see someone still angry, go up and shoot.

Others followed suit. After a while, they became a simple battle array with Guo fan as a sharp knife.

"Kill!"

Before the tip.

Guo fan's face was tight, his eyes were calm and terrible, and he rolled forward with a steel knife in his hand.

He cut off machetes, shields, spears and flesh one by one.

The eighteen style five tigers break the door and kill with a knife. From time to time, they will use several moves to kill the white tiger at the bottom of the box.

This white tiger killing method was learned from the white tiger scroll by sun Jieliang, the former leader of the tiger sect.

There are only seven moves, but they kill.

Each move contains some kind of fierce and evil Qi, which is powerful, but it is in danger of swallowing the person who makes the move.

Sun Jieliang was possessed by evil spirits, and the fierce tiger and white tiger killing skills were indispensable.

Guo fan's cultivation is still weak, but he can feel a sense of inexplicable coldness when he moves.

If you don't restrain yourself, I'm afraid you will eventually have no human nature and completely turn into a killing machine.

Just like sun Jieliang!

When his eyes were empty, Guo fan suddenly stopped.

His eyes were dim and red, he gasped for breath, and slowly calmed down the restless Qi and blood in his body.

After all, we are two generations.

On the nature of mind, he is afraid to be stronger than sun Jieliang, who is at the top of his inner circle.

"Head, Liu head."

The horse opened his mouth carefully behind him: "are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

Guo fan shook his head gently.

"That..."

Ma Chao approached two steps in fear and said, "Beirong soldiers, retreat."

"Back?"

Guo fan suddenly turned his head.

Unknowingly, it was dark.

On the huge wall of Baoning pier, there were corpses everywhere, and the blood flowed into a river. The scene was shocking.

Outside, the Beirong army had stopped and retreated slowly into the distance.

Obviously, they have been desperate to capture baoningdun or kill Guo fan.

Baoningdun side, then each face excited.

"Has anything happened to anyone?"

"Brother Wei was stabbed in the chest. I'm afraid it won't work. Xiao Xie hurt his leg, but it shouldn't be a big problem."

Jiang Niu replied.

There was only excitement in his tone, and he did not lament the misfortune of his colleagues: "the people in Beirong are even worse. I just counted roughly. I'm afraid there are more than 30 heads left. It all depends on the work of the armour chief!"

Ma Chao added another sentence.

"There should be many injured. Unfortunately, they dare not come here."

Fewer people were injured than dead, because Guo fan's hand was too heavy and the knife was fatal, so few could survive.

"Yes."

Guo fan nodded.

He looked at the Beirong army gradually hidden in the dark, and suddenly took a knife and picked up a long gun from the ground.

He bumped in his hand, picked the tip of the gun, and several long guns fell into his hand one after another.

Then he jumped off the wall.