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The officer was suddenly blinded by Zibin’s knife shadow, and his eyes were dark. It was not good to bite the bullet and drink his own courage. The clever broadsword was split by the right and left, and it was like trying to make a knife show. It was also a tiger.
Zibin’s long sword turned over, and it was easy to split the sword early in the morning, which showed that the root was not lost to the demon race.
The blade brushed past the officer’s chest without shaking, chopped pig iron, forged black armor and cut a dozen ribs straight to bring the dirty inside.
Ah, that officer gave up his broadsword and left someone in the middle, but Zibin kicked the body far away. His eyes were full of horror and fear, and he seemed to want to say that I died at the hands of a human being. How is that possible?
It’s a long process, but the rabbit ran and the eagle flew in the flash of flint, and the outcome was already divided. At this time, the stout officer came to pull out his saber and wanted to attack.
But it’s too late
Zibin, don’t grab this from me. It’s me.
Norton finally arrived to see the purple bin knife potential exhibition will be the officer circle in which to detain nasty.
Kick up the yellow sand all over the sky. The orcs once again made a rush to detain the antelope.
People have not yet reached the crowd, but they are flexible and leap forward. They still drink Zibin Flash in their mouths.
Then there is a clever split of Huashan Mountain.
When the knife winds fiercely and Lifu splits, it makes a noise. It seems that Norton, the orc, is really anxious.
Zibin smiled and flashed, but continued to kill the remaining lion soldiers with his troops.
He had a unique vision, and he singled out the officers wearing yellow mail to kill the team leader of the lion army. After killing five team leaders in a row, Pakistan also saw the mystery, so he was no longer allowed to specialize in the former, and all the remaining three team leaders were covered.
Chapter seventy-five Rage
The stout officer looked at him with great eyes. The man was just an orc gladiator, dressed up as a demon clan, and he was so proud that he ignored this man-beast hybrid. He relied on his strength to breathe out his sword and raised it horizontally to meet Norton.
When the good guy makes a deafening noise and sparks fly, it’s a real fight.
Norton hacked away at those lion soldiers who fled in panic, regardless of his rushing to one side.
The stout officer still kept his knife posture on the ground, but his nose, mouth, ears and eyes were all covered with blood, and he was beaten to death by the orc Norton, who was more powerful. This is really a great irony, so it can be seen that the orc body is absolutely fighting for strength and winning half the battle.
From the mid-team leader to the team leader, everyone was killed, and the command system was lost, so the combat effectiveness was not very strong. The troops of the trench were even in chaos, and they had become fragmented, and they were madly killed by Lake troops in various wars.
This is no longer a battle, but an army killing another army crazily.
The individual combat power of gladiators is extremely strong. After being reorganized into an army, the overall combat power is several times higher. They command and coordinate the vertical and horizontal coordination in the order of the captains of various squadrons. It is really a breath of breath in one fell swoop.
At the first try, the knife is faster than this army, and it has already dominated the sky and lingyun.
These common bloody people are thousands of times stronger than those ordinary soldiers. They don’t even frown when they eat, and they are even more frightened by the ferocious murderous look on their faces. Those newly recruited lion recruits are almost afraid of taking up arms.
It took a total of half an hour from the start to the end of the battle. I glanced at the small lion-grabbing clan in my hand with satisfaction. Zhong Leike nodded with a smile, but the newly formed army still has many shortcomings to be corrected. These small defects may cause great disasters in the larger-scale battle.
At the end of the fight, Yixing took the troops to clean the battlefield temporarily, and two captains and a team deputy reported the specific situation to Lake.
Norton Zibin laughed and hugged each other, with a huge head in each hand and blood dripping from it.
Zibin really can’t see it. You are very tough.
Norton with purple bin shoulder tut shout.
Hey, hey, what do you know? It’s called a close mouth, which is not as publicity as you are all day long.
Zibin deliberately angered Norton and went on the rampage.