Medical Sovereign

Lang Yuan had a tacit understanding with him. He turned around and fought back to rescue the besieged wolf riders, and then organized charges again and again to gather the besieged wolf riders and reorganize into an army.

Ding Ning was as crazy as a demon, like a mayfly shaking a tree, or like a moth flying into a flame. He bravely charged into the demonic army like waves with only two swords.

"Kill, kill him, we will win."

A small demon leader saw that Ding Ning was the backbone of the enemy and that the key to the outcome of this war lay in him, so he couldn't help but raise his arms and shout.

"Kill, kill him!"

The demon army let out a deafening roar, abandoned the besieging wolf riders one after another, and rushed toward Ding Ning like a tidal wave.

They knew very well that from the moment they arrived in the human world, they had no way out. This war could only be won but not defeated. Failure would mean death.

Therefore, the demon army at this moment is fighting with its last resort. Even if it requires human lives, it will still kill Ding Ning. As long as he dies, the war will be won.

The wolf riders who suddenly relaxed looked worried and looked at Lang Kui and Lang Yuan, asking them to make a decision.

"retreat!"

To everyone's surprise, Lang Kui made the decision to retreat.

Lang Yu lost his voice and said: "Brother, the commander is in danger, how can we just sit idly by and ignore him."

"This is the commander's order!"

Before Lang Kui could reply, Lang Yuan rushed to speak.

"Ah, why?"

Lang Yu was shocked and asked in confusion.

"I don't know either. This is what the commander-in-chief ordered. Act according to military orders. Anyone who violates them will be killed!"

Lang Kui's face was stern and he shouted in a deep voice.

"Here!"

Although the wolf riders were reluctant, since it was the commander's order, they could only obey it.

Lang Rong led the team to protect Ling Yun and others, but unfortunately they had no use at all. These three female killers were all brave and good at fighting.

The killing was so brutal that they couldn't even intervene if they wanted to.

At this moment, seeing Lang Kui and others suddenly withdrawing, he went up to them and asked in surprise: "Why are you back?"

"The commander ordered us to retreat, but there is nothing we can do."

Lang Yuan said with a depressed face.

"Why?"

Lang Rong asked with a look of astonishment.

"How do I know? The commander-in-chief just said that if you don't go crazy, you won't survive, so he went in alone."

Lang Kui said angrily, he was also depressed.

"I think the commander may need enough opponents to sharpen his sword skills."

Lang Yuan said thoughtfully.

Lang Kui's eyes lit up, remembering Ding Ning's abnormal behavior before, and nodded suddenly: "That's right, otherwise the good commander wouldn't have suddenly become distracted. He must have learned something about sword skills and can't wait to find someone to try it on." knife."

"Trying the sword with an army of hundreds of thousands of demons? Only our commander can do it."

Lang Yu was no longer depressed and said proudly.

"That's right, the Marshal is the God of War. He only has an army of hundreds of thousands of demons. That's nothing."

Lang Yuan said angrily.

"That's right. When the Ten Thousand Demons led the battle and faced tens of millions of troops, the commander came and went with ease. A mere hundred thousand troops didn't matter."

Lang Rong said with admiration in his eyes.

The Wolf Riders, who had been depressed because of the withdrawal, suddenly became excited. They began to despise these demons with every word, as if the one who was killing everyone in the demon army was not Ding Ning, but them.

The crazy old man saw this scene in his eyes and heard it in his ears, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

God of War, such a familiar name.

I seem to have met a guy before who was called the God of War. Who was he? Why can't I remember it?

The crazy old man scratched his messy hair irritably, and became inexplicably irritable. He shouted angrily, and with a flash of terrifying sword light, he forcibly split a demon commander in half in the middle, and his heart was full of internal organs and purple. Red blood flowed all over the ground.

The other demon commanders screamed in fright, and fled in terror like women who had been raped. This crazy old man was so terrifying that no one could match him.

But the crazy old man couldn't remember what happened before. He was so mad that his eyes were bloodshot. He took a step and appeared behind a demon commander in an instant. He grabbed the demon horn on his head and killed him like a chicken. Use a large kitchen knife to wipe his neck, and the devil's head fell to the ground with a grunt.

But that's not the most terrifying thing. What's scary is that the crazy old man stretched out his claw-like hand, penetrated the demon's chest, took out a black-red heart, squeezed it hard, and with a pop, he squeezed it. Heartbroken.

"Devil, devil, haha, devil!"

The crazy old man had a stupid smile on his face, took out a blood-red crystal from the exploded heart, opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The figure flashed again, appearing next to another demon leader like a ghost. He repeated his old tricks, slashed his head with a knife, took out his heart and crushed it, then took out the red crystal core and swallowed it.

"He's a demon, he's a man-eating demon."

The demon leader was frightened by his behavior and turned pale. They screamed and ran away, wishing that his parents would give him two more legs so that he could run faster.

There are also several winged demon leaders who spread their wings and fly directly into the sky. The human world is really scary. There are actually demons that eat demons. Mom, I want to go home.

It's a pity that the crazy old man who was in a state of madness could not let the delicious food escape. He waved the large kitchen knife in his hand, and a knife light flashed across the sky. It was like a rain of blood in the sky, and black and red blood was scattered. In the sky, white smoke sizzled on the ground, corroding into shallow pits.

The wolf riders were all dumbfounded and saluted with their gazes as high as a mountain. Where did this old man come from, and he turned out to be so tough?

Moreover, why does his behavior seem to have a sense of familiarity?

The eyes of Lang Kui and others suddenly became strange, and they subconsciously looked at Ding Ning, who was still testing the sword in the demon army.

I muttered to myself, could this old man be the handsome elder? Could it be that the Marshal's hobby of killing demons and eating barbecue in the Kunpeng Realm was a true inheritance from 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, was very upset, and wanted to kill someone.

In his hazy memory, it seemed that the devil's magic core was a delicious food, full of energy that made him feel fulfilled.

It seemed that he had eaten magic core a long time ago, but he couldn't remember where he had eaten it.

This made him more and more irritable. The more irritated he was, the more he wanted to kill people and eat. As a result, those demon commanders who were frightened out of their courage suffered, and one by one they became the food hunted by the crazy old man.

He Ling'er was so frightened that the crazy old man killed her opponent with a knife and she didn't dare to say a word, lest the old man would get jealous and kill her too.

Although she does not have a magic core, she does have Ying Dan. Although the names are different, they are similar. They are the essence of the whole body's energy, and they are similar to the human Dantian.

Fortunately, although the crazy old man was mad, he was not to the point where he could not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. When He Ling'er's heart went crazy with his bloodshot eyes, he finally shifted his attention and continued to chase the other fleeing demon leaders.

Ding Ning was immersed in the understanding of the art of swords and had no knowledge of the outside world. If the fangs were a sword, all he could see in his eyes at this moment was his hands.

knife and try the knife on the enemy.

In the process of killing, the sword skills gradually became simple and complex. The swords in the past were light or heavy in his hands, he could lift them lightly or they could be heavy. He practiced them repeatedly in his hands.

Sometimes the sword is as heavy as a thousand catties, sometimes it is as light as a feather, sometimes it is as fast as lightning, sometimes it is as slow as an old cow drinking water.

But without exception, no matter whether the knife is heavy or light, fast or slow, it will always block every demon's attack just right, not a minute faster or a second slower.

If this scene were seen by a swordsman master, he would definitely be shocked, because this kind of swordsmanship has touched the edge of the mind.

The knife moves at will, wherever the intention is, that is where the knife is.

In other words, when he reaches this state, he has broken through the distance of the sword. As long as he moves his mind, the sword will appear wherever he wants.

There are many people who practice swordsmanship in this world, but those who are lucky enough to understand the meaning of the sword are definitely rare and rare.

Moreover, none of these swordsmen have been practicing swordsmanship for decades. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Once you become more familiar with it, you will be able to understand the meaning of the sword.

Therefore, what is needed to understand the meaning of the sword is the accumulation of time and decades of hard work, coupled with a little bit of luck, in order to achieve success. Those sword skills that can comprehend the meaning of the sword are not half buried in the ground. The octogenarian in there?

A young man like Ding Ning, who is only in his early twenties, has actually understood a hint of sword intention. If word spread, it would definitely cause a sensation in the entire martial arts world, and he would be hailed as a rare genius.

However, Ding Ning frowned, his expression seemed unhappy and full of desolation.

In his eyes, he was still far away from the crazy old man's realm of swordsmanship.

Even though the crazy old man seemed to swing out a few knives casually, they gave him an enlightenment-like realization that sword skills should not be limited to the moves of the sword.

When you first learn sword skills, you naturally have to study hard and practice step by step to polish the foundation and follow the instructions for each move.

But when your understanding of the sword reaches another level, you should break away from the shackles of the sword technique itself and have your own understanding of the sword.

The crazy old man had deliberately reminded him before that he could not survive without being crazy. He also followed the crazy old man's instructions and became crazy for a while, rushing into the demon army and killing people, thereby forcing himself to take a step forward in the path of the sword.

But after he killed countless people, he suddenly felt tired. In essence, he was a doctor, not an executioner who killed countless people.

Even if these people in front of them are not human beings, but insidious and cunning invader demons, they are still living lives after all.

Even though they had a way to die, he still felt tired. This crazy way of killing was the way of the crazy old man, but not his way.

He has his own perseverance and belief. Fighting violence with violence or stopping killing with killing is never the solution to the problem in his opinion.

The demon invades and kills them all, but what happens after killing them all? If there is another alien invasion, will they all be killed in the same way?

Why can't all races live in harmony? If you have to kill me, I'll kill you?

Is there any way to live in harmony with each other without killing animals?

He had a heartfelt disgust and even disgust for killing. In his heart, he always just wanted to be a doctor who treated illnesses and saved people, not a butcher with bloody hands.

Ding Ning put away the knife half-heartedly. Looking at the fear and despair flowing in the eyes of the ferocious-looking demons in front of him, he said lightly: "Put down your weapons and surrender without killing!"

Surrender without killing?

The demons were stunned, their eyes flashing with astonishment.

They grew up struggling in the abyss, with only two extreme options: victory or death. Surrendering without killing was the first time I heard of this.