The powerful impact force drove the magician to fly more than ten meters away. The steel knife inserted into the wall of the wooden house and nailed the magician to the wall.

"You dare to kill me..." The magician looked at the bleeding steel knife on his chest in disbelief. He tilted his head and his body was fragile and died on the spot.

Everyone in the village was stunned for a moment. No one could have thought that their general in the stone chamber actually killed his own people, but also killed the magician of the same level.

A roar came from the stone chamber again, and a huge black shadow rushed out of the stone chamber. He pulled out the knife nailed to the magician's chest from the wall with one hand, and looked at the other people in the village with an excited and bloodthirsty red light.

Wuming saw clearly that the person in the stone chamber was a giant man nearly two meters tall, and he kept roaring like a beast in his mouth, holding two four-foot-long big swords in his hand.

"General...General..." Before a brave soldier could finish his words, he saw a sharp light appearing in front of him. The next second, another body with blood on the ground was added.

A grim smile broke out from the corner of the giant's mouth, and his body suddenly accelerated and rushed forward. The knife in his hand suddenly slashed down, and the soldiers blocked him were all in different places.

"General..." Before the soldiers could wake up from the shock, the giant man's body began to move at high speed again, and blood-flowing corpses were left everywhere.

"Master! General! Sober up! We are your subordinates!" One subordinate turned around and stabbed him and shot him straight into the throat.

The madman roared, and a powerful airflow that was almost visible to the naked eye burst out from his body and filled his whole body. The steel gun that could easily penetrate the wooden board had not yet touched the madman's body, and the tip of the gun was blasted back by the protective air. The madman's hands cut through the man's body and instantly cut the man into four sections.

"The body protection energy? The body protection energy that can be seen with the naked eye?" Wuming took a breath of air and said, "The initial stage of the God of Martial Arts?"

The madman roared and several people who were close to his body were shocked by the roar and bleeding from the seven orifices on the spot. Seeing this, the other people hurriedly fled everywhere, but they could not run away. The madman was chased by the madman before he could run a few steps.

"General! Wake up! We are your soldiers! The reinforcements undercover on other hills will come tomorrow! Do you really want to give them an empty village..." The shouting soldier looked at his upper body and his lower half slowly divided into two halves.

"General! Haven't you been in seclusion? Why did you suddenly come out of seclusion and kill us brothers? General! What did you eat..." Before another soldier finished speaking, his head had already flown into the air.

Every time a madman moves, his body muscles will be strengthened, and the blood in his eyes will become more dazzling. Wuming suddenly remembered a strange saying in ancient martial arts: Being irritable and crazy, regardless of the enemy, your skills may suddenly increase or disappear completely. Killing someone when you see it is a sign of getting into a demon.

"General is crazy! Shooting arrows at him..." A soldier had just issued this order, but because of his shouting, it attracted the madman, and that order became the last word in his life.

Many Blue Turban Army hurriedly looked for bows and arrows, and pulled out their strong bows to aim at the madman.

"It's useless..." Wuming squatted on the tree and said in a very low voice without any emotion: "His speed is not something you can catch up with, even if he hits him, he will only know..."

A feathered arrow feather with feathers did not even break through the madman's body-protecting true energy, and then bounced and fell to the ground beside him.

A thousand people's parables, thousands of elite soldiers, can't compete with an ancient martial arts master who suddenly became obsessed with it.

Wuming sighed softly and secretly praised his departure for a good time. He fought ten or even dozens of people alone. Wuming had enough confidence to defeat the other party. This crazy behavior of fighting almost the entire copycat in front of him alone, and a discerning person could tell at a glance that he still had the upper hand. Wuming asked himself that he could not do it.

Faced with a monster that was almost invulnerable to swords and guns, the only magician who might be able to compete with this madman was killed instantly. The spirit of the soldiers in the copycat could no longer withstand such a blow, and the belief in winning completely collapsed at this moment.

"Run quickly! He is not a human! He is a devil!" A soldier threw away the weapon in his hand and turned around and ran away. The other soldiers also followed this soldier, throwing away the weapon that had become a burden in his hand and turning around and ran away.

A sneer appeared on Wuming's face: "Run? Can you run?"

A flash of sword light, and the initial choice to escape was turned into a lifeless corpse.

The madman was covered in blood and his eyes were red. He let out a wild beast-like roar from his mouth. He chased a team of nearly a hundred people and slashed wildly. Almost all the mountain village turned red. There were dead people everywhere with their bodies and heads, and bright red blood everywhere. People's screams could be heard everywhere. Under the beating firelight around, there were at least hundreds of corpses.

Anyone who secretly approaches the gate of the mountain village and wants to escape, just after escaping from the mountain village, a cold arrow feather will fly out of a tree and take away the life of the person who wants to escape.

"Twenty-three." Wuming remembered the number of enemies he killed, and quietly put on an arrow feather again. Every time he killed an enemy, he could get the corresponding gold coins. Wuming would not forget the reward system in the Shenlong Kingdom Army.

When the soldiers watched their companions escape from the mountain gate, they would be caught inexplicably. They would not dare to leave the main gate. They all tried to climb out of the fence. When most of them turned around and climbed the fence, they were cut into pieces by the madman who rushed up. Only a few people were nailed to the ground by the nameless arrow feathers when they jumped on the ground outside the fence.

The number of people in the village decreased rapidly, and Wuming just squatted quietly on the branches and watched.

After a while, the madman massacred all the living people in the entire village. Wuming couldn't see it and took a breath and said in a low voice: "The power of the God of Martial Arts is so terrible. The elite team of thousands of people died like this?"

The madman let out a wave of wild beasts roars, and Wuming secretly took out the best arrow feather and aimed at the back of the madman's head. Can this arrow shoot through the protective true energy and nail it into the other party's body? Wuming's heart is also full of unknowns.

The madman suddenly turned around and looked at Wuming. Wuming couldn't help but feel nervous, and the arrow feathers in his hand were even more afraid to shoot out at this time.
Chapter completed!