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Chapter 129: One Against Ten Thousand (Subscription Request)

Soon the dust cleared and a figure appeared on the battlefield.

I saw that this man was wearing heavy steel armor. The thick armor covered his entire body, and even the mask on his face only left a few tiny gaps at the position of the eyes.

The joints of the armor were covered with barbs, like a steel beast, and every part of its body was filled with cruelty and murderous intent.

The armored man held a heavy Mo Dao in his hand. The blade was one and a half meters long and the handle was also one and a half meters long.

"Did we bring armor this time?" Yue Lingshan asked with some confusion.

"No, there is no armor in Heimu Cliff. Where did Brother Sheng get it from? Miss, do you know?" Lan Fenghuang looked at Ren Yingying.

Ren Yingying said nothing and shook her head.

Mu Sheng stretched his body, feeling the full sense of security wrapped in heavy steel armor.

He looked at the time-travel progress bar on the panel that had already accumulated, and walked towards the imperial army with full confidence, holding the Mo Dao.

With a full body armor weighing several hundred kilograms and the effect of the Hundred Arts skill +1, his defense is now fully stacked.

In other words, Mu Sheng's strength is far beyond that of ordinary people. If it were someone else, even if Feng Qingyang and Dongfeng Bubai put on this heavy armor, their strength would be reduced by 60 to 70 percent.

"Making armor privately, this traitor has indeed had rebellious intentions for a long time." The Jinyiwei commander snorted coldly.

Fang Zheng and Chong Xu couldn't help but look at each other, wondering if Mu Sheng really had rebellious intentions.

At this time, the steel behemoth on the battlefield also began to speed up, from walking slowly to walking quickly.

Then it turned into a jog, and then it accelerated little by little from the jog, and started to run.

Mu Sheng's steps were heavy and powerful, and every step caused the ground to tremble slightly, as if he was a prehistoric behemoth.

The disciples of the three sects in front of the army couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they saw this scene.

But their fear could not stop Mu Sheng. Soon, Mu Sheng's figure crashed into the group of Songshan Sect disciples in the front like a small mountain.

The huge impact force carried by the armor directly smashed the first few Songshan Sect disciples into pieces.

The blood dyed the armor red, making the already hideous armor look even more ferocious and terrifying.

Mu Sheng swept the Mo Dao in his hand, instantly cutting the waists of more than a dozen Songshan Sect disciples in half.

As everyone knows, a person will not die immediately after being cut in half, and the screams of these disciples were heard instantly.

It was covered with barbs and dripping with blood, like a demon crawling out of the underworld, accompanied by the miserable wails of its fellow disciples.

The disciples of the Songshan School were so frightened that they stopped in their tracks. Upon seeing this, Deng Bagong, the Grand Guardian of Songshan School, roared in anger.

"Death to the evildoer!"

He swung a whip at Mu Sheng's left leg, entangled it, and pulled it back with all his strength, trying to trip Mu Sheng.

"This armor is so heavy that if this evildoer is tripped, he will have a hard time getting up. This armor has become an iron coffin that traps this evildoer. This thief will die, and my Songshan Sect will prosper as a result."

The other big guards immediately understood Deng Bagong’s intention and cooperated to besiege Mu Sheng.

Deng Bagong's idea was correct, but he overestimated his own strength. Mu Sheng did not move at all under his full strength, but instead pulled himself back and staggered.

At this time, the other big guards also hit Mu Sheng with their fists or palms.

Such heavy armor is difficult to be damaged by swords and guns, but it does not have much defensive effect against blunt attacks, not to mention that their palm and fist power have some skills in terms of hitting the target from a distance.

Under such a heavy blow, Mu Sheng's body stopped instantly.

'effective!'

"This thief is too arrogant. He thinks he can be a hero just by wearing armor."

The Songshan Sect's several masters noticed Mu Sheng's reaction and their eyes lit up. Just when everyone thought that such an attack was effective, the steel behemoth that had paused for a breath suddenly moved again.

Mu Sheng turned around and pulled the rope, pulling Deng Baguo towards him.

At the same time, Mu Sheng rotated his body, sweeping the Mo Dao in his hand around.

As the Mo Dao swept across, Mo's hands slid down along the handle to the tail end, maximizing the attack distance of the Mo Dao.

Deng Baguo was pulled so hard that his body lost balance and he had no time to react, and he crashed directly into Mu Sheng's Mo Dao.

He was cut in half across the chest and soon lost his voice after falling to the ground.

When the other guards realized something was wrong, they quickly retreated, but unfortunately they were too close.

Although he escaped the fate of being chopped in half, a huge gash was left between his chest and abdomen by the sharp blade.

With blood spilt everywhere, they lost the strength to fight again and were dragged to the rear by the disciples around them.

"My fellow brothers, this thief is ruthless. If you do not take action, all the disciples of my Songshan Sect will die. Your Shaolin and Wudang will also be doomed."

Sha Tianjiang vomited blood and shouted in the direction of Shaolin and Wudang.

Because they were resentful of the Songshan Sect for dragging them into this situation, Shaolin and Wudang both put the Songshan Sect at the forefront.

Several elders from the Shaolin and Wudang camps looked at each other and agreed with Sha Tianjiang's statement.

Mu Sheng's martial arts power is truly astonishing. If they don't take action, they will inevitably suffer the fate of the Songshan School.

"Form the Arhat Formation!" a sturdy Shaolin monk roared.

Soon, hundreds of Shaolin monks surrounded the Songshan Sect and Mu Sheng and formed the Shaolin Arhat Formation.

"kill!"

"If this thief is not killed, there is no chance for us to survive. Kill him! Puff~"

Seeing the Shaolin monk finally take action, the vulture Sha Tianjiang roared with all his might, then vomited blood and died.

Seeing this, the disciples of Songshan School finally mustered up their courage and rushed towards Mu Sheng again.

The formation of the Youth Temple gradually shrank, and the Wudang Sect also began to support it.

The steel behemoth moved again. With the protection of heavy full body armor and the protection of internal force and strength, Mu Sheng completely gave up defensive moves.

The Mo Dao in his hand kept attacking, sweeping, chopping, and spinning like a windmill!

It's all about attack and attack.

In this kind of one-on-many battle, it is useless to have more than a certain number of people. There are only about ten people who can attack Mu Sheng at the same time.

Looking from above, the circle of the Shaolin Temple's Arhat Formation was like a meat grinder, with blood dyeing the ground red and broken limbs flying everywhere.

Just when Zuo Lengchan was about to bite his teeth off, the disciples of Songshan School had already been killed or injured little by little.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Lengchan regretted his act of courting disaster.

After all the people from Songshan Sect died, the next ones to come were the monks from Shaolin Temple. Most of these monks' weapons were sticks, which were more advantageous than swords at this time.

"Jiejiejiejiejie"

Smelling the bloody odor filling my nose, looking at the ground that was soaked in blood and thus a little muddy.

Mu Sheng stepped on the pile of corpses made up of the disciples of Songshan Sect and laughed wildly.

This feeling of playing the game of Romance of the Three Kingdoms and mowing the grass with the help of the warriors really made him a little addicted.

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