Chapter 156: The Invincible Man

As a master of actual combat in the army, Mai Luo is indeed not a fame. In Xiao Qiufeng's opinion, he has surpassed the Soldier King. He has absolutely a reason to be proud of a super army king trained out of the air.

But unfortunately, he met Xiao Qiufeng. Xiao Qiufeng's natural martial arts spirit is no longer in the category of soldiers. To say that the thirty-six magic weapons he trained with one hand, no one is not the realm of the King of War at this moment. Even if Mai Luo is taller, he will not be much stronger.

He is already forty years old. For the members of these Divine Soldiers, experience is a kind of wealth, so there is no way to compare with Mairo in this regard.

But no matter how rich the experience is, it is just a fighting skill, and it has nothing to do with strength. When Xiao Qiufeng's powerful sword energy came out, Miluo was a little restrained. He faced countless life and death. If it were courage, he did not lack, but this invisible energy was still very unfamiliar.

The triangular prick made a "chi chi" sound, and Mai Luo had already slashed out thirteen pricks in a row, avoiding the powerful sword energy, but the invasion of the power made him feel an unbearable pain, just like the feeling of being blown to his face by the cold wind, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

"Mr. Mailo, it's your turn now." Xiao Qiufeng did not immediately attack, but retreated three meters to give him a chance to the phone.

In addition to his desire to see, Xiao Qiufeng also wanted to familiarize Tiezhu with Li Qiangbing. With the real power of the King of Soldiers, Mai Luo is indeed a strong man.

Melo was not polite, because he felt the power of this oriental man, and he knew that if he did not conduct close attacks, he would have no chance to win.

His steps were like the wind, and almost as soon as Xiao Qiufeng's words fell, he had already rushed over. The triangular thorn in his hand had already danced out six phantoms, taking the six directions of Xiao Qiufeng's body, as fast as lightning strike, and with the violent fighting spirit, he did not give his opponent any chance.

This kind of tactic is both fast and ruthless, and is an upper-level technique on the battlefield. Xiao Qiufeng had also trained it back then, so he was very familiar with it. His shadow body technique was erratic and dodged left and right, like a stream of soft water. No matter how sharp the triangular thorn is, he could always dodge it in an instant.

Even if you are close, Mai Luo, the close combat king, will not take any advantage.

After flashing through the thirty-six thorns, Mai Luo's breath was gone, and there was sweating on his forehead. However, the strong iron blood emitting body became stronger and stronger as the idea of ​​war became stronger, and his eyes flashed brightly, looking for the most suitable attack moment.

Xiao Qiufeng's expression was as calm as he breathed, and he did not waste his energy because of dodging. He allowed Mai Luo to attack thirty spikes. He had already pronounced the truth of this soldier king, and there was no need to waste any more time at this moment.

Looking at the serious and nervous Mai Luo on his face, Xiao Qiufeng said lightly: "Mr. Mai Luo, please pick up your thirty army sects, and now you can try to pick up my sword."

The smile froze instantly at the moment when the words fell, and he shouted softly: "Dao Xin" is no longer the power of the knife. Dao Xin is the most extreme realm among the weapons of thousands of magical weapons.

As soon as the heart of the knife came out, the white light had turned into silver light, which was more scorching than the scorching sun. Xiao Qiufeng stood in the silver light, relaxed and calm like a bath. His hand had been raised, his palms became a knife, and the knife condensed his true energy, forming a shining sword light, which waved up and slashed towards Mailo.

With a "ding" sound, the three-edged thorns made of stainless steel were broken. The sword energy invaded the body and made a crisp "chi" sound. Mai Luo was attacked by the sword energy and went down from his right arm. The one-foot blade edge was burned by fire, and there was not even a trace of blood coming out. Only the bloody red muscles were seen, and the terrifying pan appeared.

Mai Luo's body was unstable, trembling and moving, and a mouthful of blood had already spurted out. At this moment, the knife began to overflow with blood, and soon dyed his whole body red. He had not spoken, and no one was talking. The people around him were even silent. They might no longer believe in their eyes.

Shi Mufu clenched his fists and sweated overflowed from his forehead. It seemed that after a strong movement just now, his body trembled uncontrollably. He was filled with deep suspicion. The king of soldiers, the first general who was known as the Iron Blood Soldier King, was defeated so easily.

Before they could even see the oriental man taking action carefully, they had already seen the knife wound on Mai Luo's body.

"Mr. Mairo, I'm really sorry. I seem to have tried a little too hard, but I just let you know that you are really far from it."

To defeat a person, in addition to his ability to defeat, he also has to defeat his spirit. Miluo is a master and cannot really kill him at this moment. Therefore, Xiao Qiufeng hit his beliefs, just hoping to force him away. Without him, it would be much easier to deal with the spikes.

Mai Luo just stared at Xiao Qiufeng indifferently, without refuting, but said, "I was defeated, but I still have to thank you. You let me know what is truly powerful, Mr. Xiao, the Middle East is your world."

Blood was still flowing, but Milo had turned around.

At this moment, Miluo understood that this man from the East was not arrogant at all. Because of his strength, it was natural to say any arrogant and arrogant words. It was ridiculous that he overestimated himself and wanted to defeat him.

When Xiao Qiufeng and his party left, at Mai Luo's residence, several mercenaries had already bandaged his wounds, while Shi Mufu and several senior generals were all staying aside and quietly watching him.

Mai Luo let out a light breath, and there was no trace of depression on his face. On the contrary, he was very relaxed. Even such a knife wound, he didn't seem to feel any pain.

"Whatever you want to ask, just ask!"

Smutch was the first to speak: "Melau, you shouldn't be defeated."

As the instructor of the Spike, Miluo is no longer an ordinary instructor, but a symbol of the spirit of the entire mercenary group. Everyone has this recognition that as long as Miluo does not die, the Spike will always exist.

But he was defeated, and it was in front of all the spike mercenaries.

Milo was not angry or explained, and said, "Yes, I was defeated, and I was convinced. He is indeed a powerful man who I cannot defeat in my life."

From Melo's attitude towards winning and losing, we can imagine that he did not lose his rationality because of his pride. He had never met an opponent before, and had always believed that he had no opponent. Now he realized that he was ridiculously small.

Shi Mufu's face looked very bad, and seemed quite unhappy, and said, "Melau, don't forget your identity. The devil is our opponent. It is not something you want to admire. We still have a chance. As long as you destroy the devil, you will still be the final winner."

Melo looked at Shimufu and knew what he was thinking. He actually wanted to join forces with the sky to deal with the devil. The man's strength was indeed like a devil. As long as he existed, the safety of the spike would make him sleepless every night.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have done that, he wasn't something we could defeat." Milo sighed and said, "But I know you won't listen to me, so tomorrow morning I will leave here, Admiral Smut, good luck."

Melo was about to see off guests. At this moment, Shimufu really hoped that Melo could defend himself for today's battle, or that he would feel better.

He was defeated, not only on the battlefield, but also on the high ground of his mind, he had fallen. He was just Melo, not the Iron Blood Soldier King.

Shi Mufu knew that this was an ending that could not be saved.

The next day, without saying goodbye, Melo had already left, and the sharp light of the spike was overshadowed after this battle. Everyone could not help but ask: "If you really fight with the devil, who can deal with that powerful Oriental man?"

No one can defeat him, and the words that Melo said before leaving were like a evil curse, chewing on their faith.

The fighting spirit has dropped to the lowest point, and Shi Mufu dialed the domestic phone number again. At this moment, the spike needs a powerful existence.

And when the spike was confused, Xiao Qiufeng had already begun to deal with the Sky Mercenary Camp.

From beginning to end, no one dared to underestimate the strength of the sky. Even if the 10,000 team that destroyed the Scorpion that night, the devil suffered a lot of losses. Even Li Qiangbing was injured. In addition, with such powerful troops, Jierxun had four in his hands.

If he burns his boat, the devil may be ended.

Therefore, they cannot be given a chance to launch an attack. Xiao Qiufeng has decided to take action first.

He was not a fool, he was just waiting for people to attack in the camp. Facing the power of the sky, he could only disperse and disintegrate and destroy one by one. He had to use powerful power to shake their confidence and let them collapse without fighting.

For three consecutive days, the movement in the sky was getting louder and louder. In the tank's information, the sky had recalled all the industrial guards. There were already a rush in the mercenary camp that had been quiet for several days.

The attack may be in these two days.

Xiao Qiufeng divided the method of dealing with the sky mercenaries into three parts: one attack, two blocks, and three fights.
Chapter completed!