The new army of Zhenguo Army was extremely nervous, and mechanically stabbed out long sticks with orders.

But gradually, they were shocked to find that the rows of long sticks were stabbed out, and the other party had no power to fight back.

Even though someone avoided this fatal blow and wanted to slash it, he found that facing these people with both hands and sticks, they had no idea how to start. When their long sticks were stabbed out, they had a rush of overwhelming force, and the sticks were like dragons. However, even if they closed the sticks, the long sticks protected the vital points of their bodies.

"prick!"

A row of sticks pierced out, and the group of people rushing in front fell down again.

After all, although the new army in the Warriors camp was stabbed down, some people had a blood hole on their bodies, and some people were injured, but they often didn't die. However, they rolled underground in pain and then tripped the people behind them, so the Warriors camp was in chaos.

At this time, the new army of the Warriors' Battalion finally realized that these "weak" scholars in front of them were even more powerful than tigers, especially when they used all their strength to stab them out in a uniform manner, giving almost no chance to resist or take advantage of loopholes in front of the Warriors' Battalion.

At this moment, the wailing sound suddenly continued, and the shouts of killing were faintly covered by the wailing sound.

Some people began to wander and refused to step forward, while the students held long sticks in their hands, and gradually their courage increased. For the first time, they felt that they were so powerful, and the officers and soldiers of the Warrior Battalion in front of them were like paper.

At this time, Wang Shouren shouted: "Step ahead."

Everyone stepped apart.

"prick!"

With a command, the front leg had not yet landed on the ground, and half of the foot was hanging in the air, but when the foot stepped down, the long stick in his hand had already pierced out.

Hissing...

The strength of this long stick is extremely domineering. Holding the stick in both hands allows their muscles to exert the greatest strength. The day after day of physical exercise and the most sumptuous meals every day also double their strength. This domineering force is enough to poke the long stick directly on a person's body, either directly penetrate the other person's body or directly knock the person away.

At this time, everyone gradually began to master the rhythm, or gradually began to pass on the mentality of training to the flesh-and-blood Shura field. Hundreds of people were like one person, and each one coordinated with the people around them. When one person made a stick, dense long sticks were stabbed out around them. This long stick became a weapon for killing people, and also a high wall, so that the other party had no loopholes to exploit.

Another loud roar came: "Go forward again!"

This has begun to fight back, facing the enemy directly. Those tense and bookish faces are now with unparalleled confidence. Although they are still nervous, they are shoulder to shoulder with others. They are no longer affected by the shrill screams and shouts on the Shura field, as if they are in that familiar school ground again, and are practicing repeatedly as before.

They stepped forward together, and before their feet fell to the ground, they heard the order of the thorn. So when their front feet were about to land, they leaned forward and poured all the strength of their bodies on the stick. The long stick thrust forward with hundreds of kilograms of force. A hundred long sticks condensed together, and it was like a moving rushing car, immediately crushing all the people in front to smash.

The Warriors Camp is already messy.
Chapter completed!