The five hundred and seventieth chapters help the battle (eight)
Chapter 570: Heavenly Tribulation Helps (8)
Now they would rather face Lin Chaojian in his heyday than Li Peicheng, who looks like a madman when he is crazy, but is more insidious than the most insidious killer once he calms down.
Just as the roars of Old Man Scar and Lin San rang out, the masters in the Fusion Stage, each covered with a gorgeous protective shield, swarmed together, then raised their magic weapons and blasted away towards a certain place.
Seventy or eighty integration-stage monks attacked a place with all their strength to sacrifice the magic weapon. The momentum was really huge, the light soared into the sky, and it was boundless.
In the darkness, a look of pity flashed across Li Peicheng's eyes, which was immediately replaced by an icy cold light.
He will not let these people succeed so easily, he will make them pay a heavy price, and he will kill a few more people while the formation is not broken and everyone is panicking!
The dark red light lit up unscrupulously for the first time in the darkness, and then struck naked into the crowd at an incredible speed.
Although these people were panicked, and they all tried their best to sacrifice treasures and bombard the formation, but after all, they were all masters of the Fusion Stage, and they were also the ones who really licked the blood from the edge of the sword among the monks of the Fusion Stage. As soon as Li Peicheng appeared, half of them immediately turned around and turned around.
He turned around to meet Li Peicheng's attack head-on, while the others still tried their best to break the formation.
A cruel sneer escaped Li Peicheng's lips. Is he still the same person he was before? Are they still the same person they were before?
No, because the world has changed, because Li Peicheng killed ten people in succession!
Now Li Peicheng urgently needs to explode and vent, but what about them? They are relatively weak in this world and are greatly restricted. They are like a frail old man, with slow movements and unresponsiveness.
When they turned around and the magic weapon flew through the air with difficulty, Li Peicheng had already savaged his way into the middle of them like a ferocious beast, opened his sharp fangs, and began to kill crazily.
The Fire Cloud Spear was waving wildly in the crowd, like a fire dragon dancing wildly. It stirred up chaos in the world and made people tremble with fear.
The blood scattered all over the sky reflected a strange red color under the brilliant and dazzling light. It was so red that people's hair was horrified, and the whole world seemed to have become a hell on earth.
Li Peicheng didn't know how many people he had killed. In his eyes, his mind was filled with only killing!
No matter what sword, spear or halberd came towards him, Li Peicheng would stab him back head-on. Except for the monks in the late stage of integration, no one could block Li Peicheng's shot with all his strength.
Now Li Peicheng no longer dares to absorb other people's true energy, he just kills people!
Kill vividly, kill crazily!
The dark red gun light lit up in front of Luo Long, reflecting Luo Long's narrow and gloomy face. It also reflected Li Peicheng's fierce face stained with blood.
When his life was about to be taken away by the rapidly approaching red light, Luo Long suddenly felt blessed and recognized Li Peicheng, who had completely changed his appearance and could not still be alive in the world.
"It's you!" Luo Long's pupils widened in horror and he exclaimed.
"It's me!" Cold words spat out from Li Peicheng's mouth, and then his Fire Cloud Gun took away Luo Long's life, as coldly and simply as his answer.
boom!
A dazzling brilliance exploded in the air, and the world finally reappeared.
My nose breathed different air, my eyes saw the bright sky, and my ears heard the thundering sound of heavenly calamity.
A joy of rebirth unexpectedly surged into the hearts of those cruel people, and there seemed to be a wonderful feeling of relief in their entire beings.
The second spirit in the sky, holding the dilapidated Suotian Flag, retracted into Li Peicheng's body.
The eyes of Lin Wenxiao and others suddenly lit up, full of disbelief and surprise.
They saw Li Peicheng again. Although his clothes were too torn to cover his strong and majestic body, and although his face was too bloody to be seen clearly, he was still alive. He was able to survive under the siege of more than 80 people.
This is a miracle!
But then their eyes of surprise turned to horror, because they saw that of the more than eighty people, only sixty were left.
In this battle, not only did he not die, but he also killed more than twenty people!
This can no longer be described as a miracle. As for what to use to describe it, no one knows.
Although Lin San and others who survived the disaster were afraid, they were even more humiliated and overwhelmed by anger.
In the past, only enemies would run away in fear in front of them, and only they would kill others. But today, nearly a hundred of them were hunted down by an unknown monk who seemed to be only in the early stage of integration, and they paid more than 20 lives.
After taking his own life, he escaped.
This is a shame, this is a shame that will last a lifetime!
They have never wanted to kill more than at this moment today. Everyone's eyes were red, like beasts that wanted to eat people.
"kill!"
I don’t know who shouted out first, and then there was a loud murderous sound. The overwhelming murderous aura caused the space to shake, and the frozen ground groaned.
Now these monks from different forces have completely become one, and the killing, bloodthirsty, and cruelty deep in their souls have finally been completely inspired and ignited by Li Peicheng.
Now they have only one purpose in mind, to kill the man in front of them, the man who almost took his own life!
Deeply trapped in the monstrous murderous aura, Li Peicheng's unwavering state of mind slightly rippled, and then immediately returned to calm.
The face hidden behind the blood showed an unprecedented seriousness.
A group of people is not scary. What is scary is a group of people who don’t want their lives and only have one heart.
The gun was pointed steadily at the sixty people in front of him, whose faces were as cold as ice and whose eyes were staring at him with ice-cold eyes.
Those sixty people who survived were all the best among the original nearly one hundred people.
boom!
A loud noise rang in everyone's ears, and a bolt of thunder struck Lin Chaojian fiercely.
This is already the 71st thunderbolt, and there are still ten more left.
But Lin Chaojian already felt that the ten thunders were out of reach. The originally radiant Zhanlu giant sword was now dim, and Lin Chaojian's hair was messy. His snow-white beard was covered with bright red blood.
The blood was still dripping down drop by drop.
His sharp eyes have now become dim and scattered, and his upright body has become rickety and weak.
Now he has become a veritable old man.
It would be great if the Fengyun Tianluo Umbrella was still there! Lin Chaojian raised his Zhanlu Giant Sword, and his mind could not help but think of the Fengyun Tianluo Umbrella that was scrapped early because he could not keep his mind for a while.
boom!
The thunder struck the Zhanlu giant sword hard. The light on the giant sword dimmed little by little, and Lin Chaojian's body became more and more stooped.
Bang!
The giant sword finally fell to the ground, and the thunder that had weakened most of its power fell hard on Lin Chao Jiandi.
The protective shield released a dazzling light and withstood the thunder. But Lin Chaojian collapsed on the ground, blood spurting out from his mouth.
There are nine more paths!
Lin Chaojian muttered to himself, and then struggled to stand up. His dry meridians desperately squeezed out the last bit of true energy, and then formed a shining protective shield around his body.
Boom! Another 10,000-foot-long thunder struck down with a might as powerful as the beginning of the world.
Lin Chaojian roared angrily, raised his fist and struck at Thunder.
The huge fist passed through the air, forming a circle of dazzling light that protruded forward around the fist, and the force of the fist caused waves of hurricanes.
boom!
The fist power that blended the true energy and physical power finally collided head-on with the thunder. Lin Chaojian's pale face turned red like drunkenness, his brows were tightly knitted together, showing a painful expression, and his legs were in constant motion.
Trembling constantly.
Poof! Blood finally spurted out from his mouth again, and the blood dyed the ground red. Under the dazzling light of thunder, it was so dazzling!
boom!
The thunder was finally struck back, and Lin Chaojian collapsed on the ground again, his arms trembling and hanging down weakly. The shining body shield finally disappeared without a trace. No matter how hard Lin Chaojian tried, he could only remain in it.
A thin layer of Gangqi forms on the surface.
There are eight more paths, Lin Chaojian recited silently, Wushen's eyes finally revealed despair. Now the only thing he can rely on is his physical body and his pitiful true energy.
Even if he can catch the next thunderbolt, I'm afraid he won't be able to stand up and greet the remaining seven thunderbolts.
Am I going to die like this? Lin Chaojian thought sadly, looking back at his grandson who was guarding him. Then he turned his attention to Li Peicheng, who was pointing a gun at everyone with a fierce and arrogant face.
Maybe if he dies like this, he won't have to be dragged down by me. With his ability, he should be able to lead Wenxiao and the others to retreat!
Lin Chaojian thought bitterly, then raised his head and looked at the sky covered with calamity clouds. Dazzling lightning flashed and rolled in the calamity clouds. A huge vortex was forming, and a vast and majestic pressure was coming from that vortex.
It was released from within and covered him tightly.
Lin Chaojian stood up again. His face was calm and determined, and the muscles all over his body were knitted together like the roots of an old tree.
Even if he knew he was going to die, he would fight to the end instead of cowardly choosing to close his eyes and wait for death!
Because he is a strong, proud and strong man!
boom!
The seventy-third bolt of thunder finally struck down from the huge whirlpool.
A dark red light flashed sharply in the air, and Li Peicheng finally drew his gun, and he once again charged into the crowd.
Wherever the gun passed, limbs and arms were broken, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams could be heard everywhere.
But the rain of blood in the sky, the messy remains of limbs, and the shrill screams more and more aroused the most primitive murderous and ferocious side of everyone's souls. Everyone's eyes were red, and their minds were filled with killing. Everyone is now
Falling into a state of selfless madness.
Perhaps only in this way can they completely forget the powerful oppression and terrible fear that Li Peicheng brought to them.
It was only a fierce battle of dozens of people, but the killing filled the whole world. It made people think of thousands of troops and horses fighting fiercely, with rivers of blood, mountains of heads, and corpses everywhere!
This place has become a slaughterhouse and an eighteenth level of hell!