Wang Mo felt the violent spiritual energy in his body, and without any intention of saving, he directly poured it into it violently.
But when the spiritual energy was about to solidify outside the Xuanhua Banxe, he was shocked to find that he was suppressed.
The spiritual energy cannot penetrate the body at all, and cannot leave the weapon, and even within the body, the movement of the spiritual energy seems to be under heavy pressure, with one body's strength actually suppressing most of it.
Feeling the oppressive feeling, Wang Mo suddenly raised his head, and the evil cloud of military souls above his head put great pressure on him.
But even so, he still smiled ferociously and chopped down the xuanhua board with a fierce axe.
"It's a pity that the Red Army cannot completely suppress the fourth-level existence without generals."
This thought flashed through Yang Heng's mind quickly, and the parrying speed in his hands was not slow at all.
Turning the spear in his hand, the essence of spiritual energy poured into it, and wisps of crimson evil energy appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the spear.
Ding!
The tip of the sword hit the awning, and a harsh sound was extremely harsh on the chaotic battlefield.
The spear quickly bent under the pressure of the Xuanhua axe, and the violent power was poured out on Yang Heng, causing him to step back more than ten steps in a row. His face turned red and white, and his blood surged.
Wang Mo's face changed slightly when he saw this, but on the contrary, although Yang Heng was slightly injured, he still had a smile on his face.
If you can hold on for a while, then...
"Someone hits our Team Yang, what should we do?"
Suddenly another person shouted loudly.
"Brothers, get on shoulder to shoulder and fuck him!!"
A group of people suddenly pupated up, waving their weapons in their hands. Under the increase of spiritual energy and red evil spirit, the violent power of the carriers poured out.
Wang Mo's side was a complete mob with no military soul. They were like chickens and tile dogs in front of the Ning'an Army, which had condensed its red military soul. They were easily killed. After Wang Mo was dragged back, the battlefield became almost one-sided.
trend.
puff!
When a person was hacked out by the ten-foot-tall Wang Mo, not everyone could take the violent ax like Yang Heng.
But often as soon as he was struck out, he would slap a blue talisman on his body, swallow a spiritual fruit, and suppress the spiritual energy, both internally and externally, and his injuries would be quickly controlled, and he would rush forward screaming again in the blink of an eye.
Go up.
"Kill, this fourth-level head is mine!!"
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The more Wang Mo fought, the more frustrated he became. The power that originally felt like it could tear the world apart seemed to become weak and powerless at this moment.
Under the evil cloud of military souls, a sound of strength reached the fifth or sixth level, and the violent but loophole-laden attacks could not pose a fatal threat to these people.
And under inadvertent attention, he found that his men were being slaughtered one-sidedly, and even lost the courage to charge, shrinking back, leaving him alone deep in the enemy's army.
At this moment, Wang Mo, who was twisted, violent, and overwhelmed by the power, came to his senses.
Me, what have I done?
The pain on the body, the army of death, the mocking eyes of the people around, this, this...
But just in the blink of an eye, Wang Mo's head was filled with resentment again.
It's all Fang Fan, it's all Fang Fan. If Fang Fan hadn't snatched my things, nothing would be like this, nothing would be like this. Fang Fan, I will make you suffer for the rest of your life, I will make you regret for the rest of your life!!
!
Gradually, Wang Mo gradually became distorted in resentment, and his violent eyes made the people around him secretly frightened.
"kill!!"
A hoarse and rough voice sounded. At this moment, everyone in the siege felt a fatal crisis and subconsciously rolled over.
But the fatal crisis did not come. Wang Mo's tall body showed his flexibility at the fourth level, but instead of running out, he rushed into Ning'an.
The moment they saw where he was going, everyone felt a sense of fear and regret.
"Jiejie, if you can't catch up with me, I will let you watch helplessly as I kill all your relatives, and I will let you watch me kill all Fang Fan's parents."
A ferocious smile appeared on Wang Mo's face, and he said to Yang Heng and everyone with a ferocious smile.
In an instant, all the ballistas on the city wall changed directions and focused on Wang Mo.
But for the fourth level, the ballista is too slow and too obvious. As soon as you lock on, others will already avoid it.
After all, the ballista is only a siege weapon, not a killing weapon.
And what is used to kill people? The answer is...
"Mr. Huang, I still have to trouble you."
Yang Heng's voice sounded on the city wall, and the middle-aged man behind him who had been motionless finally moved.
A cold iron long bow appeared in his hand, he held a cold iron arrow with two fingers and put it on the bowstring, and fired!
The same bow and arrow seemed to have a soul and come alive in this man's hands.
For a moment, Wang Mo felt like he was being locked in. There was a stinging sensation on his skin, and a sharp edge was stabbing him.
At this moment, he also panicked. No matter how he dodged or moved, he could not escape. He was locked, firmly locked.
The man stared at Wang Mo with all his attention. He drew the bow into a round shape and opened the bow under the full moon. His energy and energy were adjusted to the peak and concentrated on this arrow.
call out!
call out!
call out!
The man's hands seemed to have formed a phantom, which was unreal. In an instant, he completed three bow draws, and three arrows carrying all the energy flew out one after another. The finished glyphs flew out, directly hitting all Wang Mo's dodges.
Location blocking.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
Wang Mo yelled crazily, and while dodging, his big palm-like hands directly grabbed the arrows that were flying towards him.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
At the critical moment, two arrows hit his scalp. There was no way to avoid the last arrow, so he could only grab it with his hands.
His big palm-like hand grasped the arrow, and the arrow made of cold iron slid in his hand with great force.
The smooth arrow shaft slid in the palm of his hand, and the three-sided arrow came closer little by little. The three deep blood grooves were deeply reflected in Wang Mo's eyes.
The power of this last arrow was far beyond Wang Mo's imagination. Even if he held it, it would be of no avail. Under the huge power of the arrow, his hands as big as cattail leaf fans were dragged forward, and he could only watch helplessly.
Watching the arrow approaching quickly while avoiding the edge.
Close, close!
The sharp and cold arrows pierced his skin, and the three-edged arrow stabbed firmly and forcefully into his eyebrows. He held it in despair.
With his hand held, the last strength of the arrow was consumed and it exploded on his face. The only thing Wang Mo could do was to condense all the spiritual energy on his face and bet that the spiritual energy could block the final explosion. If he lost the bet,
die!!
boom!
The explosive arrow exploded with a bang.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!!! The third level is only the third level after all, hahahaha, I survived, I survived!!"
