"Good come!" Chen Qiye shouted in his heart, not angry but happy.

Since he realized the power of throwing, he has never been as happy as he is today.

Because the national fourth-level combat division on the opposite side finally let him try his limits.

The more dangerous a person is, the deeper it can squeeze the potential. The flowers in the greenhouse will never grow into towering trees. This is the creed of Chen Qiye.

"cut."

Facing the opponent's soft sword, Chen Qiye's wrist trembled slightly, and a sharp flying knife exploded directly in the air, and he set out to start at the soft sword spitting out the snake letter.

With a jingle, the friction between metal and metal pulled out a spark in the air. The flying knife was bounced away, and the soft sword continued to wander. It was like a poisonous snake climbing a pole onto a tree, continuing to rush towards Chen Qiye.

"It's being killed."

"It's being killed."

"It's being killed."

Chen Qiye shot out four flying knives in a row, but they did not stop the soft sword's attack at all. Just when the warrior Caiguo thought he was about to succeed, he stabbed Chen Qiye's heart with one sword, Chen Qiye made an incredible scene.

Flying knife with both hands!

A warrior, especially a throwing warrior, is usually good at throwing with one hand.

As this projection talent goes by, these warriors will become more and more good at a certain hand, such as a left-hand sword and a right-hand sword, which will require a lot of time to accumulate, but blood power is an exception.

"Boy, I don't believe how many flying knives you still have in your hand. Come on, fight to the death." The Caiguo Warrior roared.

He then realized that a yellow-level throwing magical power would not be limited to his left and right hands, and immediately accelerated his pace. He was like a cannon bore out of the bore, diving towards Chen Qiye at twice the speed of sound, intending to kill him with one blow.

"You are wrong, I still have nine flying knives."

"Nine consecutive kills!"

"Slaying and Slashing..."

Chen Qiye took out the remaining nine flying knives from the leather one by one. If one flying knives were a bullet, then nine flying knives, after being shot out through Chen Qiye's high arm strength, would be equivalent to nine bullets that would turn around. Cai Guo Warriors were so overwhelmed!

He hurriedly aimed the sword arrow at his surroundings, busy dealing with it, using the characteristics of the soft sword to splash water on his own world and the world.

For a moment, the tin of the ears resounded.

When the ninth flying knife fell to the ground, the fourth-level combat division was overdrawn, but at this moment, another sound of breaking through the air, and the tenth flying knife aimed at the throat of the Caiguo war division.

If it were normal, he could move one more step, but at this time he was exhausted.

Moreover, Chen Qiye had a word first, and he only had nine flying knives. In addition, Chen Qiye had consumed dozens of flying knives since joining the battlefield. The Caiguo Warrior naturally thought that after these nine flying knives, he could take a breath.

He even thought that Chen Qiye was cheating on him. He did not have nine flying knives at all, at most only eight flying knives.

The fighting of strong men on the battlefield is not only about fighting for force, but also about brain power.

So after blocking Chen Qiye's ninth flying knife with his own hands, when the tenth flying knife shot towards his throat, he could no longer move a step.

Hiss!

A single knife to seal the throat!

A blood column was spurted out from the neck of the giant sword warrior of Caiguo, looking nervous!

"You, you, you cheat me..." Caiguo's warrior staggered slightly, looking unbelievable. Who would carry so many flying knives on the battlefield?

Chen Qiye walked over, picked up the tenth flying knife on the ground, and said lightly: "You never get tired of cheating, you believe it, so you lose. If you don't believe it, then I will die."

With a loud bang, the Caiguo Warrior rolled his eyes, his whole body shivered, and he fell to the ground with a loud bang.

At the same time, Dai Guo and Cai Guo's highest combat power in Kaiyuan City, Huo Jun and Linglong have also decided to win, under the super destructive power of two level 10 combat divisions.

Liushuixiang, the most prosperous street in Kaiyuan City in the past, was directly bombarded into a slag, and no house could be spared.

In the end, Huo Jun was more skilled and punched through the heart of the Spirit Dragon. His mysterious energy totem all his worries were weak and wailed, and the Spirit Dragon died!

Dai Guoshen Jiying's morale was completely boosted.

"Kill, kill all the human and skin beasts in Caiguo."

"The brothers of the Scientific Management are trying harder to kill all the dog skins of the Cai Kingdom, and we can receive the reward from the Grand Commander. Let's fight."

A group of third-level war soldiers from the Shenji Camp who had red eyes swung their swords toward the pigs and sheep, and rushed towards the troops of Caiguo. After seeing Linglong's death, Caiguo's troops no longer had the fighting spirit.

After all, a level ten warrior can be worth thousands of troops. Until now, the Shenji Camp has suffered half of casualties, and the Cai Kingdom has already died of thousands of people.

On the battlefield, especially in the era of cold soldiers, the advantage of numbers is not decisive at all.

High morale, unafraid of death, and superior killing skills are the necessary factors for the king of the battlefield in the era of cold war.

Although the Shenji Camp lost to the troops of Kaiyuan City, they were all third-level combat soldiers and were not afraid of death. From the moment the Linglong died, the battle in Kaiyuan City had come to an end.
Chapter completed!