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 enemy's backbone 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 towards 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 a last-ditch battle. 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, and they killed so many people 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 stunned look on his face.

"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. He remembered Ding Ning's abnormal behavior before and nodded suddenly: "That's right, otherwise the good commander wouldn't have suddenly lost his mind. He must have learned something about swordsmanship and can't wait to find someone to try it on."

knife."

"Testing 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 proudly.

"That's right, when 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 due to the withdrawal of troops, 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 call him

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

The crazy old man scratched his messy hair a little 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 horns 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 scariest thing. The scariest thing 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 smiled stupidly with a stupid 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 is a demon, he is 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 demon leaders with wings 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 the mountains. Where on earth did this old man come out of, and he turned out to be such a tough monster?

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 elder of the Marshal? Could it be that the Marshal’s hobby of killing monsters and eating barbecue in the Kunpeng Realm was passed down from this old man?

The crazy old man doesn't care what others think of him, he only knows that he can't remember who he is, is very upset, and wants to kill someone.

In his hazy memory, it seemed that the devil's 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, and the more irritated he became, 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 after another 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 very similar. They are the essence of the whole body's energy. 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 bloodshot eyes made He Ling'er feel terrified, he finally shifted his attention and continued to hunt down the other fleeing demon leaders.

Ding Ning is immersed in the understanding of the art of swords and has no knowledge of the outside world. If the fangs are considered swords, all he sees in his eyes at this moment is his hands.

knife and the enemy testing the knife.

In the process of killing, the sword skills gradually became simpler and simpler. The swords in the past were light or heavy in his hands, he could lift them lightly or he could lift them 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 sword 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 drawing the knife. As long as he moves his mind, the knife 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 absolutely rare, not one in ten thousand.

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 grasped 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 level of swordsmanship.

Even though the crazy old man seemed to be wielding a few knives casually, it 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, polish the foundation, and follow the instructions for every 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, telling him that he could not survive without going crazy. He also followed the crazy old man's instructions and became crazy for a while, charging into the demon army and killing people, thereby forcing himself to take another step forward in the path of the sword.

But after he killed countless people, he suddenly felt bored. In essence, he was a doctor, not an executioner who killed countless people.
To be continued...