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Chapter 1579: The Art of Killing

Chen Qiye took the lead, and Wei Yinghong had to grit her teeth and follow.

Just as they were rushing, the city wall section where Ma Weishan was responsible for almost poured into the demon corpse several times. As the city chief of this line of defense, he had to lead his three hundred level 3 war soldiers under him to jump off the city wall and fight with the demon corpse in hand-to-hand combat.

Demon corpses are not wise. As long as they smell the smell of human flesh, they are like moths that are not afraid of death, keep rushing forward.

The third-level combat soldiers led by Ma Weishan killed hundreds of demon corpses in a moment, but several third-level combat soldiers on their side were pounced on by the demon corpses, and then more of the demon corpses went crazy and rushed on them. They were like stacked arhats.

When a third-level warrior fell to the ground, more than a hundred demon corpses immediately rushed up. When the third-level warrior fell to the ground, the result turned into a skeleton, which was not enough to hang out.

"Brothers, let's form a circle back to back. Don't be pounced off by the demon corpse, otherwise you won't stand up."

"These beasts are all dogs, so everyone must be careful of their teeth."

"Damn it, why don't the front line send out armor? With fully armed armor, don't worry about being knocked down by the demon corpse?"

"Are you a pig? The armor cannot be armed with the neck, and these beasts like it just bite the neck!"

"Ah... Come and save me, the devil corpse, I was pounced off by the devil corpse."

.....

Just when hundreds of level 3 warriors wanted to form a circular battle group, another level 3 warrior was pounced. The moment he shouted a distress signal, forty or fifty demon corpses rushed over.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a group of skeletons, not even the residue on his ribs, and the fear of death once enveloped everyone's hearts.

Just as everyone was expecting someone to jump down to rescue the neighboring city walls, Ma Weishan snorted coldly: "Don't dream, no one will come to save us, but if there is a demon corpse running up to the city section of our defense, some want to see our jokes."

Ma Weishan knew his character, and the disciples of Mengxi Temple in the two adjacent sections would not come to rescue him. He would have cut off their retreat as soon as possible. As for his visual observation, there were only about 20,000 demon corpses on this end, but there were nearly 300 level 3 war soldiers on this end, which was 1 to 16 to 70.

The demon corpses currently appearing in the Ural area are transformed by ordinary people by the control of demon insect larvae. They only have the strength of a first-level warrior. As long as he, a level nine-level warrior, gets rid of the high-level demon corpses in the tide of demon corpses, he can barely win miserably.

At this time, Chen Qiye and Wei Yinghong were approaching. Ma Weishan thought that Chen Qiye and the others were watching him for jokes. After all, he only joked about Chen Qiye yesterday.

"Chen Qiye, don't think you can watch my jokes today. Please wait for me. This tide of demon corpse is like a lunatic. It will come several times every now and then. I will watch you joke on the day."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Weishan's fists came out together, and the mysterious energy in his body blew, which shattered the dozen demon corpses around him, and then looked at Chen Qiye and said angrily.

"I won't come to see you for a joke, I'm here to help." Chen Qiye said lightly.

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly looked at Chen Qiye and Wei Yinghong behind him. Although they could not see their cultivation with the strength of their third-level combat soldiers, the one who could jump off the city wall and face the tide of demon corpses safely at this time must be a warrior-level figure.

It is very easy for an ordinary third-level warrior to kill ten demon corpses, but when facing dozens or hundreds of demon corpses, it is almost possible to die.

Only when the human race reaches the level 4 battle division and breaks the speed of sound, can it cause large-scale lethality in the tide of demon corpses.

Just as hundreds of soldiers behind Ma Weishan were preparing to celebrate, Ma Weishan pointed at Chen Qiye and scolded: "Get out, I don't need your help."

As he said that, Ma Weishan sacrificed his mysterious totem, and a wild wolf covered in iron thorns rushed into the tide of demon corpses.

Chen Qiye did not say anything extra nonsense, and sacrificed his mysterious energy totem, then flew out his hands with all the swords. The hundreds of war soldiers under Ma Weishan immediately became as motivated as a dragon.

"Is it Chen Feidao, and is the famous Chen Feidao here to help us?"

"Is Shen Feidao very famous?"

"Are you a pig? In the battle of Rainbow City, Shen Feidao went deep into Rainbow City dozens of times, slaughtered demon corpses and saved refugees. Thousands of demon corpses in Rainbow City were killed by Shen Feidao."

"Brothers, half of the people followed Ma Chengchang, and half followed Chen Feidao, we will definitely win!"

"Fight!"

In the first month of the establishment of the Wild Wolf Mountain Human Alliance, due to lack of experience in the early stage, the abuse of black gold bombs and large swords and crossbows directly led to insufficient supply of materials in the rear. Therefore, for a small-scale demon corpse tide like today, the Human Alliance bans large-scale weapons of destruction.

After Chen Qiye joined, these three hundred soldiers immediately had a backbone and immediately divided into two groups of people to follow him, just like the famous tank battle on Earth.

After Ma Weishan sacrificed the Xuanqi totem, his hands and feet opened and closed, and he punched and punched several demon corpses. With the blessing of his Xuanqi totem on power, it was like a human-shaped tank. With the effort of a cup of tea, hundreds of demon corpses died under his hands.

Chen Qiye is even more exaggerated. An ordinary flying knife can explode twice the speed of sound, but with the blessing of the mysterious energy totem of the qi, Chen Qiye's flying knife can explode three times the speed of sound.

What is the concept of triple speed of sound? Objects fly in the air in one second for more than 1,200 meters!

If converted according to Newtonian mechanics, then the power of Chen Qiye's flying knife is almost equivalent to Gatling.

Swallowing!

Chen Qiye was like a human-shaped Gatlin. With a cup of tea, he shot all the hundreds of flying knives he carried on him, but the result was that nearly a thousand demon corpses died under his flying knives...

The flying knife he exuded often shot through the heads of a row of demon corpses, and then landed a hundred meters away...
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