Martial arts masters in the wizarding world

"Stop him, stop him!"

Davis waved his riding crop wildly and ran for the road while ordering his private soldiers to stop Byron.

This group of soldiers who had just arrived didn't understand the situation before they saw their lord fleeing the battlefield desperately.

Byron saw the dozens of people marching loosely, and he didn't take them seriously at all. One general was incompetent and exhausted a thousand troops. The army led by a loser like Davis was as fragile as tofu.

The black horse ran rampant and flew away the few soldiers on the outermost side in an instant. Byron reined in his horse and raised his hooves. The horse trampled in all directions, crushing the vertebrae and bones of several people in an instant. Then his fists and palms came out, leaving shadows, and corpses were constantly being thrown. Flying out, there were no enemies around.

Under the rapid movement of the innate Qi, Byron could kill a Siberian tiger with every punch. In addition, the soldiers had no intention of resisting and could only break up and flee. He was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep and killing. .

Blood splattered, internal organs were broken, and there were endless wailing sounds on the battlefield. Everyone just wanted to escape from it all. But Byron only felt extremely happy. After coming to this world, he had not been so happy for a long time. It belonged to Yan Fei's will. It was as if he was about to wake up completely.

The soul after time travel is originally the product of the fusion and adjustment of Byron and Yan Fei. Although Yan Fei still inherits Byron's memory, it is still more or less affected by the original personality and does not have that He loves fighting as much as his life, and he is still an extremely rational lord in peacetime.

But as long as he faces a battle, the supreme master will reveal his fierceness and murderous intent. He is extremely addicted to blood and fighting. Only in this way can he feel that he is still the martial arts fanatic who has fought all over the world and is unparalleled in his life. , the supreme master!

"Too slow, too slow!"

Byron did not use Quel'Thala, killing these people would be an insult to the sword.

"Buddha moves mountains and rivers!"

Byron performed the third posture of the Tathagata Divine Palm, in which the inner breath was vigorous and the palm power was released. This move did not focus on gathering the whole body's strength at one point, but spread the force in all directions to strike around.

If the true energy is fully developed and can break through the innate and even condensed energy, this Buddha Moves Mountains and Rivers move can really make the earth shake.

Now that Byron is driven by inner breath, although the power is much smaller, it is more than enough to kill these defeated soldiers.

The bright yellow palm force struck in all directions and exploded in all directions, instantly clearing a path in front of Byron. At this moment, there was no obstacle between him and Davis.

The battlefield was littered with bones and rivers of blood. Byron would not show any mercy to those who dared to betray him.

The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. If you lose, you have to admit it.

"Impossible, impossible!"

While running, Davis glanced behind him from the corner of his eye and saw that the lives of his soldiers were being harvested like weeds. He couldn't believe it.

"How dare I, how dare I."

Now Davis was asking himself repeatedly in his mind, what madness had caused him to dare to offend such a lord.

Haha, the wizard is really ridiculous. If the wizard comes, I'm afraid it will only be a matter of three or two punches from the baron.

Despair and regret filled Davis's heart, but at this moment he just wanted to escape with his life.

But contrary to expectations, the sound of galloping horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and he was about to be overtaken.

"Dongdongdong."

Every time the horse's hoof fell, it was like a heavy hammer hitting Davis' little heart, scaring him to the point of splitting his liver and gallbladder.

"You can't run fast enough, Davis."

Byron grabbed the rebel by the scruff of the neck and threw him off his horse.

"ah!"

At the moment he was chased by Byron, Davis thought he would be decapitated in an instant or his head would explode like a watermelon, just like Button.

The would-be knight was so nervous that he couldn't control his body. In an instant, his urine and excrement flowed out, and he fell to the ground, dumbfounded.

"Spare your life, spare your life, Baron."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I never dare to do it again."

The knight vassal burst into tears and slapped himself crazily, wanting to beg the lord in front of him to spare his life.

He knelt down on the ground and kowtowed as hard as he could. His forehead was bleeding and he didn't dare to stop. He was too scared.

"Am I so scary?"

Byron looked at Davis's unbearable look and was a little confused. It was normal to kill people and bleed on the battlefield, so why should it be like this?

Everyone else, Patton, was willing to die. Why did you, Davis, look like this disgustingly?

Byron even felt a little dirty after killing the person in front of him.

However, the killing must be killed.

"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"

With a sigh, Byron punched Davis through the chest. He held the rebellious minister's spine and pulled hard. Davis died instantly without any pain.

"If you lose, you have to admit it."

Shaking the blood off his hands, Byron took off his gloves and threw them away without even looking at the corpse.

For someone as fearless and incompetent as Davis, it may not be long before Byron can't even remember his name.

He looked at the battlefield in the distance. Yin Morton's infantry was attacked from both sides, and was already ambushed by the rockets and explosions from before. It gradually fell into decline.

However, this group of infantry is indeed an elite group. Even in such a disadvantageous situation, they are still resisting desperately. Compared with this group of people, Davis's army is simply a shame as a soldier.

"Baron, you are too strong."

Reso and Lawrence supported each other and limped behind Byron.

At this moment, this arrogant and vicious man was completely convinced by Byron, and he was completely devoted to this lord.

The figure who killed Patton with one palm and swept across thousands of armies was like a god of war. Is this the strength of a bloodline noble?

This is the real nobility, the real nobility that comes from blood. Those weaklings who have empty titles are just wastes who are just trying to gain fame. Only by possessing blood can one claim to be a noble.

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"It's not that I'm too strong, it's just that they are too weak."

Byron did not accept the compliments from his two subordinates and spoke matter-of-factly.

Leisuo and Lawrence couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this. If Barton is just a weakling, then who are they? They are not even as good as a weakling. The Baron can really destroy people's self-confidence.

"Take it and drink it."

Byron threw them two tubes of dark green potions, which were secondary healing potions.

He did not ask Lawrence to sell all the thirty bottles of secondary healing potion that Victor made last time, but kept some with him in case of emergencies.

But now it seems that most of the time it is to prepare for other people's misfortunes, rather than for himself.

"Wouldn't it be too much of a waste Baron?"

Lawrence didn't drink it immediately.

Leisuo, however, was not interested at all, so he immediately opened the bottle cap and drank it in one gulp.

"Hiccup~~Ah, this damn thing tastes really bad."

He felt like he had drunk rancid egg liquid.

"Drink it quickly Lawrence, do you still want the Baron to clean up the battlefield himself?"

Leisuo poured the potion into Lawrence's mouth at once.

"Lesuo is right. How is the effect? ​​Can you move?"

Byron asked aloud. He had not tried the effect of this secondary healing potion yet.

"I've recovered about 10% to 20% of my strength."

Lei Su stood up alone, now able to ride a horse.

"Go ahead and end the fight quickly."

Byron asked the two men to clean up the battlefield and completely end the rebellion.