Lang Yuan and Ding Yuan had a tacit understanding. Following Ding Yuan, he charged back to rescue the besieged wolf cavalry, and then organized the charge again and again, gathering the besieged wolf cavalry and reforming them into an army.
Ding Ning was like a madman, like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, like a moth flying into a flame. With only two blades, he brazenly charged into the wave-like Evil Demon army.
"Kill, kill him, and we'll win."
A small Evil Demon leader saw that Ding Ning was the backbone of the enemy, and that the key to victory of this battle lay with him. He raised his arms and shouted.
"Kill, kill him!"
The Evil Demon army let out deafening roars, abandoning the besieging wolf cavalry and surging towards Ding Ning like a tide.
They were well aware that from the moment they came to the human world, they had no way out. They could only win this battle and not lose. If they lost, they would die.
Therefore, the Evil Demon army was fighting with their backs to the wall. Even if they had to use human lives, they would pile Ding Ning to death. As long as he died, they would win this battle.
The suddenly relaxed wolf cavalry revealed worried expressions and looked at Lang Kui and Lang Yuan, asking them to make a decision.
"Retreat!"
To everyone's surprise, Lang Kui actually made the decision to retreat.
Lang Yu cried out, "Big Brother, the Marshal is in danger. How can we sit back and do nothing?"
"This is the Marshal's order!"
Before Lang Kui could reply, Lang Yuan rushed to say.
"Ah, why?"
Lang Yu turned pale with fright and asked in confusion.
"I don't know either. The Marshal ordered us to act according to the military order. Those who disobey will be executed!"
Lang Kui's expression was cold as he shouted.
"Yes!"
Although the wolf cavalry were unwilling, since it was the Marshal's order, they could only obey.
Lang Rong was responsible for protecting Ling Yun and the others, but unfortunately, there was no place for him to use his skills. These three killing goddesses were all brave and skilled in battle, killing so much that they couldn't interfere even if they wanted to.
Seeing Lang Kui and the others suddenly retreat, he went up and asked in surprise, "Why did you come back?"
"The Marshal ordered us to retreat, we had no choice."
Lang Yuan said gloomily.
"Why?"
Lang Rong asked in astonishment.
"How would I know? Marshal just said that if he didn't go crazy, he wouldn't be able to survive. Then he went in alone."
Lang Kui said snappily. He was also depressed in his heart.
"I think the marshal needs enough opponents to sharpen his saber skills."
Lang Yuan said thoughtfully.
Lang Kui's eyes lit up. Thinking of Ding Ning's previous abnormal behavior, he nodded in realization and said, "That's right. Otherwise, the general would not be absent-minded all of a sudden. He must have realized something in the saber technique and can't wait to find someone to test it on."
"Using an army of a hundred thousand demons as a test? Only our Marshal would be able to do that. "
Lang Yu was no longer depressed and said with pride.
"That's true. Marshal is the God of War. A mere army of a hundred thousand demons is nothing to him."
Lang Yuan said in a heroic manner.
"That's right. Back in the battle of the Myriad Demon Territory, the commander was also able to come and go as he pleased when faced with millions of troops. A mere few hundred thousand troops is nothing to him."
Lang Rong said with reverence in his eyes.
The wolf cavalry, who had been depressed because of the retreat, immediately became excited. They spoke one after another, looking down on these demons. It was as if they were the ones slaughtering the demon army and not Ding Ning.
The crazy old man saw this scene and heard it all. A look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
God of War, what a familiar title.
He seemed to know a guy who was called the God of War in the past. Who was he? Why couldn't he remember?
The crazy old man scratched his messy hair in frustration. He became inexplicably irritable. With a furious roar, a terrifying saber light flashed, and an Evil Demon commander was cleaved in half from the middle. His internal organs and purplish-red blood flowed all over the ground.
The other Evil Demon commanders were so frightened that they screamed. Like women who had been raped, they scattered in all directions. This crazy old man was too terrifying. No one was a match for him.
But the crazy old man couldn't remember the past, and he went berserk. His eyes became bloodshot, and he took a step forward, instantly appearing behind a Fiend Commander. He grabbed the Fiend Commander's horns, and like he was slaughtering a chicken, he used a large kitchen knife to cut across the Fiend Commander's neck. The Fiend Commander's head fell to the ground.
But this wasn't the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that the crazy old man actually reached out with his bird-claw-like hand and pierced through the demon's chest. He dug out a dark red heart and squeezed it hard. With a pop, the heart was crushed.
"Demon, demon, hehe, demon!"
The crazy old man laughed foolishly. He took out a blood-red crystal from the exploded heart and swallowed it.
His figure flashed again, and he appeared beside another Evil Demon commander like a ghost. He used the same trick and beheaded the demon, pulling out the heart and crushing it. Then, he took out the red crystal and swallowed it.
"He's a demon. He's a man-eating demon."
The Evil Demon commanders turned pale with fright at his actions. They screamed and fled in all directions, wishing their parents had given them two more legs so that they could run faster.
There were also a few Evil Demon commanders with wings. They spread their wings and flew into the sky. The human world was too terrifying. There were actually demons that ate demons. Mom, I want to go home.
Unfortunately, how could the crazy old man, who had entered a state of madness, let the delicious food in his hands escape? He waved the large cleaver in his hand, and a blade light flashed across the sky. The sky seemed to be raining blood. The dark red blood splattered across the sky and dripped on the ground, giving off white smoke and corroding many shallow pits.
The wolf riders were dumbfounded. They looked at him with admiration. Where did this old man come from? How could he be so ferocious?
Also, why does his behavior seem to have a sense of familiarity?
The eyes of Lang Kui and the others suddenly became strange. They subconsciously looked at Ding Ning, who was still testing his blade in the Evil Demon army.
They secretly muttered in their hearts, could it be that this old man was Marshal's elder? Marshal's hobby of killing demons and eating barbecued meat in the Kun Peng Realm, could it be that he had received the teachings of this old man?
The crazy old man didn't care what others thought of him. He only knew that he couldn't remember who he was. He was very vexed and wanted to kill people.
And in his hazy memory, it seemed that the demon core of the Evil Demon was a very delicious food. It was filled with energy that could fill him up.
It seemed that he had eaten a demon core a long time ago. It was just that he couldn't remember where he had eaten it.
This made him more and more vexed. The more vexed he was, the more he wanted to kill and eat. Therefore, those Evil Demon commanders who were scared out of their wits suffered a calamity. One by one, they became the food hunted by the crazy old man.
He Ling 'er was scared silly. She didn't dare to make a sound when the crazy old man killed her opponent with one strike. She was afraid that the old man would kill her and eat her Nascent Pill.
Although she didn't have a demon core, she had a Nascent Pill. Although the name was different, it was more or less the same. It was the essence of all the energy in the body. It was similar to a human's Dantian.
Fortunately, although the crazy old man was crazy, he didn't reach the level where he couldn't distinguish between friend and foe. When He Ling 'er's hair stood on end with his bloodshot eyes, he finally shifted his gaze and continued to chase after the other fleeing Evil Demon commanders.
Ding Ning was immersed in the comprehension of the path of the blade and didn't know anything about the outside world. If his fangs could be counted as blades, at this moment, there was only his hand in his eyes.
His blade and the enemy to test it.
In the midst of the slaughter, his blade skills gradually became simple. In the past, the blade in his hands was either light or heavy. He could lift something heavy as if it were light, and he could lift something light as if it were heavy. He repeatedly practiced them in his hands.
Sometimes, the blade was as heavy as a thousand kilograms. Sometimes, it was as light as a goose feather. Sometimes, it was as fast as lightning. Sometimes, it was as slow as an old cow drinking water.
But without exception, no matter if the blade was heavy or light, fast or slow, it would always perfectly block every attack of the Evil Demon. It was not a minute too fast or a second too slow.
If this scene was seen by a master of blade skills, he would definitely turn pale with fright. This kind of blade skill had already touched the edge of intent.
The blade moved at will. Where the intent was, the blade was.
In other words, when one reached this level, they had already broken through the distance of drawing the blade. As long as one willed it, the blade would appear wherever one wanted it to appear.
There were many people who practiced the blade in this world, but those who were fortunate enough to comprehend the intent of the blade were definitely one in a million.
Moreover, which of these masters of the blade did not practice the path of the blade diligently for decades? As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Only by waiting until they were as familiar as they could be, coupled with a trace of opportunity, could they comprehend the intent of the blade.
Therefore, to comprehend the intent of the blade, it required time, decades of hard work, and a trace of luck to be successful. Those masters of the blade who could comprehend the intent of the blade were all old men who had half their bodies buried in the ground.
A young man like Ding Ning, who was only in his early twenties, had actually comprehended a trace of the intent of the blade. If this news were to spread, it would definitely cause a stir in the entire martial arts world. He would be hailed as a genius that only appeared once in ten thousand years.
However, Ding Ning frowned. His expression seemed to be very unhappy and full of melancholy.
In his eyes, he was still thousands of miles away from the realm of the crazy old man's blade techniques.
Although the crazy old man seemed to have casually swung the blade a few times, they gave him an epiphany. Blade techniques could not be restricted to the moves of the blade.
When one first learned blade techniques, one naturally had to practice diligently step by step and polish one's foundation. Every move and move must be learned according to the manual.
However, when one's comprehension of the blade reached another level, they should be able to break away from the shackles of the blade technique itself and possess their own understanding of the blade.
The crazy old man had intentionally given him some pointers, telling him that if he did not go crazy, he would not be able to survive. He had followed the crazy old man's pointers and went crazy for once, charging into the army of demons and massacring them, using this to force himself to take a step further in the path of the blade.
However, after he had killed countless people, he suddenly felt a trace of boredom. In essence, he was a doctor, not an executioner who had killed countless people.
Even if the people in front of him were not humans, but sinister and cunning invaders and demons, they were still fresh lives.
Even if they had their own path of death, he still felt bored. This kind of crazy killing path was the crazy old man's path, not his.
He had his own beliefs and beliefs. Using violence to control violence or killing to stop killing would never, in his view, solve the problem.
If the demons invaded and killed all of them, what would happen after that? If other races came to invade, would he kill them all as well?
Why could the ten thousand races not get along with each other? Why did they have to kill each other?
Was there any way to live in harmony without killing?
He disliked, even loathed, killing from the bottom of his heart. In his heart, he only wanted to be a doctor who healed and saved people, not a butcher whose hands were covered in blood.
Ding Ning put away his blade disinterestedly. He looked at the fearful and hopeless demons in front of him and said coolly, "Put down your weapons, surrender, and I won't kill you!"
Surrender, and I won't kill you?
The Evil Demons were all stunned, their eyes flashing with astonishment.
They had struggled to grow up in the Abyss. They only had two extreme choices, victory or death. This was the first time they had heard of surrendering and not killing them.
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