"Why isn't he dead?"

Watching the companions around them rushing forward one after another, only to fall one after another in front of the enemy who seemed to have only one breath left, but still hadn't swallowed it, almost all the remaining barbarians behind him were filled with this thought.

So they wanted to go up and give it a push themselves.

Perhaps with just such a gentle push, the man in front of him who looked like a god and demon would fall down and never stand up again.

However, all this backfired.

Facing Chen Jing's elbows, shoulders, legs, knees, and even teeth, all parts of his body were transformed into efficient and terrifying killing weapons. The barbarian who rushed forward felt a chill in his heart at the moment of the fight, especially when he looked at the former's cold and ruthless eyes.

When his eyes turned red, he, who had always been known as a belligerent and bloodthirsty man, dared not look directly at them.

Click!

Five fingers were stabbed into the face of the barbarian in front of him, and then twisted.

In an instant, a large piece of bloody flesh collapsed along with the damaged eyeball bones.

The dead barbarian was pushed down, making the mountain of corpses at his feet a little higher. Chen Jing, shrouded in blood, was like a Shura King, looking coldly at the other barbarians below with his expression unchanged.

At this time, there was no good piece of flesh on his body, and even though the dense wounds had the hemostatic function of the spiritual body, most of it had been lost. It seemed as if he would be enveloped in darkness in the next second, both his body and spirit were giving him a strong shock.

Final warning.

But Chen Jing must not close his eyes at this time. Even if he is too exhausted now, he must not fall first.

Even if he dies, he must die on the way to charge.

The little lion behind him was also seriously injured at this time, and he tiredly licked his wounds with his tongue during his free time.

Chen Jing did not bother it, but reluctantly stretched out his arm to grab a spear left by an unknown barbarian nearby, and put it against his back to support his body, which was about to be unable to stand.

Then, he held his head high, stretched out his scarred palm, and hooked his index finger, signaling the barbarians to come forward and die again.

The courageous thoughts that had been vigorously dissipated long ago like a bucket of cold water being poured on them, and the faces of the surviving barbarians no longer concealed the look of fear at all.

This kind of fear is still hundreds of times stronger than when they faced their leader Le Wei before.

One after another, one after another, the person who clearly looked like he would fall down with a push, had countless figures fall beneath him, adding more things to his illustrious reputation.

Looking at the mountain of corpses piled up by countless companions in front of him, it seems to be the opponent's throne.

The empty and desperate expressions on the familiar faces inlaid on it all prove the ferocity and terror of this throne.

Facing Chen Jing's sudden hook movement, the remaining barbarians trembled suddenly like frightened birds, and hurriedly stepped back several steps, as if they were afraid that they would lose their lives.

Seeing this, Chen Jing's face became even more sarcastic.

It was clear that the barbarians in front of them were still superior in terms of quantity and strength, but the fact before them was that they were completely frightened.

Indeed, after discovering afterwards that Chen Jing's hook was nothing more than an ordinary hook move, almost all the barbarians' reactions were not expressions of shame or anger, but expressions of happiness.

Of course, they are not shameless, but if they are asked to fight Chen Jing, who has already made a first-class hook with the devil, they do not have the courage.

If you go there, you will die, and it will be the kind of death with almost no second moves. It has been like this from the beginning to now.

Such a cheap way to die frightened them.

So the fierce battlefield once again returned to silence.

The barbarians didn't dare to go up. They wanted to leave but were hesitant. They were very confused for a while.

Finally, a barbarian warrior who was angered by Chen Jing's mocking smile mustered up the courage to stand up.

After the fight reached this level, he didn't think Chen Jing had any remaining strength, so he might as well take a gamble.

If you win, you will be the hero of the barbarians and enjoy countless glory!

Roar!

After roaring to energize himself, he strode toward Chen Jing with his long, thick legs.

None of the barbarians behind him followed, but looked at the backs of the warriors of the same race with hopeful eyes.

Looking at the charging barbarian's eagle claw attack as fast as a raptor, Chen Jing's body, already shrouded in deep exhaustion, instantly moved as quickly as if he had been electrocuted, showing no trace of the previous sluggishness.

I saw my waist turned, my arm suddenly trembled and straightened like a spear, and it suddenly stabbed forward.

Wow!

Blood flowed across the sky.

Among them are Chen Jing’s and Barbarian’s.

However, the former only scratched a layer of flesh and blood on the side of the neck and did not damage the throat, bones and other vital parts.

As for the latter, a big hole was opened directly in the middle of his neck, and he died instantly.

Even though he suffered numerous serious injuries, Chen Jing's fighting skills were still far superior to all the barbarians present.

Especially after countless battles, the instinctive reaction has been completely formed, and the series of actions are even more swift.

Soon, the bleeding wound on Chen Jing's neck that was scratched by the dead barbarian's claws was stopped by the influence of the spirit body.

It can be said that the biggest contributor that has been able to support Chen Jing's battle to this point is the "no blood leakage" characteristic of the spiritual body unique to mid-level warriors.

As long as no vital points are injured, the damage can be minimized and the battle can continue.

It can be described as a weapon for long-lasting combat.

Chen Jing knew this, so he relied on his more powerful fighting skills to decide the outcome in an instant, exchanging injuries for death and not giving the barbarians a chance to breathe.

A new injury on his neck not only made Chen Jing weak, but also added a fierce look.

Originally, the barbarians despised him as a sissy whose skin was paler than that of tribal women.

But now, no one dares to look directly into his eyes.

With a steel-like will and the stimulation of pain, Chen Jing's spirit suddenly condensed and he raised his fingers provocatively again.

However, this time, the barbarians were completely silent.

After the barbarian warrior, who everyone had high hopes for, was killed by Chen Jing with a crisp move as usual, everyone's thoughts that had arisen again were instantly killed, and they once again looked at Chen Jing with fearful eyes.

The demon king sitting on the throne of the corpse mountain in front of him seems like a bottomless pit devouring life. No matter how many lives you put in, it still can't be filled.

It seemed like hope, but all I got was despair.

After repeating this over and over again, the remaining pale-faced barbarians finally couldn't stand it any longer and suppressed the last straw in their hearts. You looked at me and I looked at you, and then took one step, two steps back.

Later, the neat steps became chaotic.

And this group of barbarians, like bereaved dogs, fled as fast as they could.

In the end, only a mountain of corpses was left.
Chapter completed!