With strength alone, the soldiers of Licheng are not much weaker than the blood Jiao thieves, and the reason why they will be defeated and retreated is actually lost to this kind of blood Jiao cannon with great lethality to civilians, this kind of cannon is excited by the true yuan of the monk, and the lethality of the soldiers above the congenital level is relatively weak, but the killing surface is particularly large, as long as the cannon is aimed at the crowd, it will be a river of blood.

In the past ten days, thousands of people have died tragically in Licheng, and most of them have fallen under this extremely vicious blood cannon.

Wu Zhonghang was mad and had no mercy at all.

didn't wait for Liu Lihuo on the other side to talk, waved his hand and ordered, and said viciously: "I see how long they can last, let them go, up ......"

Boom, boom, boom...... A series of explosions rang out, and puffs of smoke rose in the air.

Fang Yulin shouted loudly: "Front row, vertical shield!"

The Licheng warriors stood by the wall, and they all erected shields to resist, resisting most of the attacking forces, but there was still a large area of the attack area, beyond the range of the warriors' defenses, and the people who could not retreat were instantly hit by the scattered True Yuan streamers, and let out bursts of screams and wails.

The smell of blood began to circulate in the air.

Liu Lihuo's eyes burst into anger, a spear appeared in his hand, stepped forward, the tip of the spear brought bursts of red light, and roared: "Dog thief, eat me a shot." ”

On the tall building, the people and guns were one, Liu Lihuo was full of flames, and he rushed down with a roar, desperately stabbing at Wu Zhonghang.

Wu Zhonghang pointed at Liu Lihuo, and sneered with disdain on his face: "Look at it, do you think Liu Lihuo's movements are very familiar, that's right, in the past, your Shenhuo Heavenly General was this way of fighting, but, hehehe, now, this kind of power is no longer enough to worry about it, Liu Lihuo, don't measure yourself, get out of ...... for me"

In the sneer, Wu Zhonghang slapped his palm casually.

The huge blood-red palm print broke through the air, and with a loud bang, it slapped heavily on Liu Lihuo's body.

Liu Lihuo snorted, like a kite with a broken line, involuntarily, and hit the wall with a bang, and a big human-shaped depression appeared.

After half a ring, Liu Lihuo held a spear in his hand, his mouth was bloody, he staggered, and stubbornly crawled out, his eyes showed an angry expression, and he stared at Wu Zhonghang viciously.

His hand was still tightly gripping the spear, but the blood slowly flowed down with the barrel of the spear.

Wu Zhonghang clapped his hands, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, walked back and forth a few steps proudly, and said loudly: "Your so-called god of war, nine times out of ten, has been hung in the fragmented world, otherwise, who has heard of the fragment of the world that has been open for two months in a row? To be honest, in fact, you have already guessed the result, but you are lucky, you don't want to give up hope, and besides, take 10,000 steps back, even if he is lucky enough to come back alive, then what?"

The palm of his hand was raised high, and the bloody handprint rose to the sky again, Wu Zhonghang became murderous, and roared sharply: "Two months have passed, the world has already changed drastically, if he Fang Yun dares to come back, I will pinch him to death, like pinching a little ant to death, your so-called spiritual pillar, now, it is not a fart!"

Behind Wu Zhonghang, a burly monk wearing a blood-red mask was also angry at this time, and said coldly: "Lao Tzu has lost patience, give you five breaths of time, before this ray of sunset shines on the wall, those who do not descend, kill, no, forgive ......."

The survivors of Licheng, more than 20,000 people, were a little frightened, some helpless, and even more extremely angry, looking at the vicious enemies in front of them.

Fang Yulin looked at He Qiong and Qin Xiaoyue beside him, and then at Peng Jie, slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and said in a low and tragic voice: "The river thieves are bloody, ruthless and unjust, and untrustworthy, once we surrender, the end may be extremely miserable, brothers, kill one to make money, kill two to make money, not afraid of death, fight to the death with me, rush to ......"

Wu Zhonghang roared: "I still want to resist, look for death! Shoot me, blow up these trash fish who are not afraid of death." ”

Rows of True Yuan Blood Jiao Cannons were pushed out, and in the setting sun, the blood-colored light flashed, and with a little momentum, a roaring cannon burst out, and the True Yuan beam blasted towards the soldiers who rushed out of Licheng layer by layer.

Boom Boom Boom ...... Boom Boom Boom ......

Bursts of roaring artillery rang out, and the Zhenyuan cannon was like raindrops, blasting towards the soldiers who rushed over in the front row of Licheng.

Even if the warrior had a shield to protect himself, he was blown up one by one and flew off the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, and under the sunset, the blood flowers were dazzling and dazzling, poignant and heroic.

Some of the higher-level soldiers who followed Fang Yulin closely roared wildly, rushed over in the rain of bullets and bullets from the blood cannon, raised the weapons in their hands, and broke out in a desperate shout.

Among the group of blood thieves who had been prepared for a long time, a group of powerful warriors wearing bloody helmets and blood-colored masks rushed out, holding standard spears,-for-tat, and bumped into them without showing weakness.

The leading blood-armored burly monk "Qiang" pulled out a ghost-headed big knife from behind his back, rushed towards Fang Yulin, and roared: "Even a swordsman who can't make a weapon dares to be arrogant in front of me, get out of ......."

The blood-red sword slammed in front of Fang Yulin, bang, bang, hitting several times in a row, Fang Yulin's strength was not good, and the sword light dimmed.

The blood-armored burly monk was covered in blood, and he flew up with a kick, right in the middle of Yulin's chest.

Fang Yulin's body rose on his feet, flew backwards backwards, and hit the wall beside Liu Lihuo with a bang, and knocked out a large humanoid hole.

Fang Yulin was seriously injured, but he was extremely hard, he didn't blink his brows, he didn't snort, just like Liu Lihuo, he shook his body, staggered out, and stubbornly put a sword technique on the ground.

Among the people of Licheng, He Qiong had tears in her eyes and shouted miserably: "Old Fang!"

Qin Xiaoyue bit her lower lip tightly and hugged He Qiong tightly, the little girl beside her, Tingting, was greatly frightened, her body trembled, and a light blue light appeared in her eyes.

The blood-armored burly monk's eyes flashed fiercely, and his right hand flicked suddenly, and the ghost-headed big knife flew like a fly, shooting towards Fang Yulin on the wall, and the knife pointed directly at Fang Yulin's throat.

He Qiong was so frightened that she shouted "Old Fang" and fainted in Qin Xiaoyue's arms.

Peng Jie pinched the law with both hands, and quickly struck out the sword fingers, trying to interfere with the sword light of the ghost head broadsword.

The Blood-Armored Monk laughed.

Peng Jie was sweating profusely in an instant, and her body fell slightly.

The blood-colored sword light was imposing, and after a slight pause, it shot unstoppably towards Fang Yulin.

At this time, Tingting's little hand gently pulled the corner of La Pengjie's clothes, and the blue light flashed away.

In a hurry, Peng Jie suddenly perked up, felt that her pressure was light, and she didn't think much about why, her sword finger strength increased greatly, and she pointed forward.

With a ding, the sword finger hit the ghost head broadsword, deflecting the direction of the broadsword.

But the bias was not big, and the ghost head big knife still hit Fang Yunlin, and with a pop, it stabbed straight into his shoulder, nailing him firmly to the wall.

Wu Zhonghang laughed proudly: "Who? who else is not convinced, who else wants to come up and send him to death? Listen, starting today, Licheng, my Blood Jiaowu has the final say, don't be delusional that your Divine Fire Heaven will come back to save you, Fang Yun, that's a joke, if he dares to come back, I will discipline him to divide the body of five horses, and he will not die well......

Flesh-and-blood warriors, Liu Lihuo and Fang Yulin, who were seriously injured......

Haha laughed wildly, the rampant Wuzhonghang ......

Strong, ruthless and ruthless blood thief......

And the rows of blood cannons pointing at everyone......

All of this makes every Licheng soldier and every Licheng citizen who is looking forward to the future feel cold in their hearts.

Ahead, there is an abyss.

At this moment, everyone seems to see no hope.

Licheng, silence ushered in a tragic end.

The sunset that is about to sink in the west shines on the dark red light, which itself is gorgeous, but under the reflection of blood, this light gives everyone in Li City a sense of doomsday.

It was at this time that inadvertently, Tingting turned her little head, looked in the direction of Texas, and stretched out her hand to pull Qin Xiaoyue.

At this time, in the direction of Texas, there was an extremely angry whistle, and the whistle had just come out, and just reached everyone's ears, a very fast monk had already come with a sword, like lightning, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, and entered the battlefield.

The sound of breaking the air was still teleported in the air, and the person was already standing in the field.

The flames all over his body rose more than a foot high, and they burned fiercely, as if the flames of anger were constantly whirring.

Like coming from the cold ice hell, a cold and murderous voice came out of the flames: "I once said, whoever dares to touch my relatives will be killed, Wu Zhonghang, you should be cut with a thousand knives and broken into thousands of pieces." ”

Fang Yun never thought that the moment he returned to Licheng, he would see his father injured and see Licheng bleeding!

Endless rage, full of chest!

Monstrous killing intent, straight into the sky!

Whoever it is, today, there is no forgiveness!

"Fang Yun?" Wu Zhonghang saw the raging flames, thinking of Fang Yun's former thunder methods, he couldn't help but take half a step back, and shouted in shock: "Fang Yun, you're not dead!?"

The blood-armored burly monk laughed at this time: "A foundation building sword master, this is your Divine Fire Heavenly General?" Hahaha, I really laughed to death......