In terms of strength alone, the soldiers of Licheng were not much weaker than the blood dragon thieves. The reason why they were retreating steadily was that they were actually defeated by this kind of blood dragon cannon, which was extremely lethal to civilians. This kind of cannon was inspired by the monks' true energy.
The lethality against innate and above warriors is relatively weak, but the damage area is extremely large. As long as it is fired at the crowd, blood will flow like a river.
For more than ten days, thousands of people in Licheng died tragically, most of them falling to this extremely vicious blood dragon cannon.
Wu Zhonghang was heartbroken and had absolutely no mercy.
Without waiting for Liu Lihuo on the other side to speak, he waved his hand and gave the order, saying viciously: "Let's see how long they can last. Let them go and blow them up for me..."
Boom, boom, boom...a series of explosions sounded, and thick smoke rose into the air.
Fang Yulin shouted loudly: "Front row, put up shields!"
The soldiers of Licheng stood by the wall and raised their shields to resist, resisting most of the attack force. However, there was still a large attack area, which was beyond the defense range of the soldiers. The people who had no way to retreat were instantly scattered in all directions.
Hit by the stream of true energy, bursts of screams and wails were emitted.
The smell of blood began to circulate in the air.
Liu Lihuo's eyes flashed with anger, and a spear appeared in his hand. He stepped forward, the tip of the spear glowed with red light, and shouted: "Thief, take a shot from me."
On the high-rise building, men and guns merged into one, Liu Lihuo jumped down with blazing flames all over his body, and with a violent roar, he stabbed Wu Zhonghang desperately.
Wu Zhonghang pointed at Liu Lihuo and sneered with disdain on his face: "Look, do you think Liu Lihuo's movements are familiar? Yes, in the past, your divine fire general used this fighting method, but, hehehe,
Now, this kind of power is no longer worth mentioning. Liu Lihuo, if you don’t overestimate your own capabilities, get out of here..."
Amidst the sneer, Wu Zhonghang clapped his hand casually.
A huge blood-red palm print came through the air, with a loud bang, and hit Liu Lihuo's body heavily.
Liu Lihuo groaned, and like a kite with its string cut off, it involuntarily hit the wall with a loud bang, creating a large human-shaped depression.
After a while, Liu Lihuo climbed out tenaciously with a spear in his hand and blood streaming from his mouth. His eyes showed an angry expression and he stared at Wu Zhonghang viciously.
His hand still held the spear tightly, but blood slowly flowed down the gun body.
Wuzhong Aerial Photography clapped his hands, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, walked back and forth a few steps with satisfaction, and said loudly: "Your so-called God of War is most likely already hanging in the fragmented world, otherwise, who will listen?
Did you say that Shards of the World has been open for two months in a row? To be honest, you have already guessed the result. However, you are just lucky and don't want to give up hope. Also, to say the least, even if he comes back alive by luck,
, so what?"
Raising his palm high, bloody handprints rose into the sky again. Wu Zhonghang became murderous and shouted sternly: "Two months have passed, and the world has already changed drastically. If Fang Yun dares to come back, I will crush him to death, just like crushing an animal."
Little ant, your so-called spiritual support is nothing now!"
Behind Wuzhong Hang, a burly monk wearing a blood-red mask was also filled with evil spirits. He said in a cold voice: "I have lost my patience. I will give you five breaths. Before this ray of sunset shines on the wall,
Those who do not surrender will be killed, killed, and pardoned..."
There were more than 20,000 survivors in Licheng. They looked at the group of vicious enemies in front of them with some fear, some helplessness, and most of all with incomparable anger.
Fang Yulin looked at He Qiong and Qin Xiaoyue beside him, then at Peng Jie, slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and said in a low and solemn voice: "The river pirates are bloody, ruthless, and dishonest in their words. We
Once you surrender, the end may be extremely miserable. Brothers, kill one to make up for the loss, kill two to make money, and those who are not afraid of death, follow me and fight to the death, go ahead..."
Wu Zhonghang roared loudly: "You still want to resist and seek death! Shoot for me and kill these bastards who are not afraid of death."
Rows of true essence blood dragon cannons were pushed out. In the setting sun, blood-colored light flashed. After a little bit of momentum, the cannon exploded with roaring sound. True essence beams blasted towards the warriors who were rushing towards Licheng layer by layer.
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Boom boom boom... boom boom boom...
Bursts of booming cannons sounded, and the true energy cannons were like raindrops, blasting towards the soldiers in the front row of Licheng who were rushing over desperately.
Even if the soldiers were protected by shields, they were blown up one by one, spitting out blood. Under the setting sun, the blood flowers were dazzling and eye-catching, tragic and heroic.
Some of the higher-level warriors who followed Fang Yulin closely roared and rushed over, braving the hail of bullets from the Blood Dragon Cannon. They raised their weapons, and with desperate shouts, they broke out into a frenzied attack.
Among the group of blood dragon thieves who had been prepared for a long time, a group of powerful warriors wearing blood helmets and masks, holding standard spears, faced each other tit for tat, without showing any weakness.
The leading burly monk in blood armor made a "clang" sound, pulled out a ghost-headed sword from behind, rushed towards Fang Yulin, and roared: "A mere incompetent swordsman dares to be arrogant in front of me, get out..."
The blood-red sword light fiercely stopped in front of Fang Yulin, bang bang bang, and struck several times in succession. Fang Yulin's sword light dimmed due to his lack of strength.
The burly monk in blood armor was covered in blood. He flew up and hit Fang Yulin's chest with his kick.
Fang Yulin's body rose up and flew backwards, hitting the wall next to Liu Lihuo with a bang and creating a large human-shaped hole.
Fang Yulin was seriously injured, but he was extremely strong. He didn't even blink or hum. Like Liu Lihuo, he shook his body, staggered and stood up, and made a tenacious sword stance on the ground.
Among the people in Licheng, He Qiong's eyes were filled with tears and he screamed: "Old Fang!"
Qin Xiaoyue bit her lower lip and supported He Qiong tightly. The little girl Tingting beside her was greatly frightened, her body trembled, and a light blue light appeared in her eyes.
The burly monk in blood armor flashed with a fierce light in his eyes. He flicked his right hand violently, and the ghost-headed sword flew towards Fang Yulin on the wall. The sword's light was pointed directly at Fang Yulin's throat.
He Qiong was so frightened that he called out "Old Fang" and fainted in Qin Xiaoyue's arms.
Peng Jie squeezed the spell with both hands and quickly drew out her sword fingers, trying to interfere with the light of the ghost head sword.
The blood-armored monk laughed loudly.
Peng Jie was suddenly sweating profusely and her body was slightly slumped.
The bloody sword light gained great momentum, and after a slight pause, it shot towards Fang Yulin unstoppably.
At this time, Tingting's little hand gently pulled the corner of Peng Jie's clothes, and the blue light flashed away.
In a hurry, Peng Jie suddenly became energetic and felt that the pressure on herself was relieved. Without thinking too much about the reason, the strength of her sword finger increased greatly and she pointed it forward.
With a ding sound, the sword finger hit the ghost-headed sword and missed the direction of the sword.
But the deflection was not large, and the ghost-headed sword still hit Fang Yunlin. With a pop, it pierced his shoulder and pinned him firmly to the wall.
Wu Zhonghang laughed wildly with pride: "Who? Who else is dissatisfied, who else wants to come up and die? Listen, starting today, in Licheng, I, the Blood Jiaowu, have the final say. Don't have any wishful thinking that your Divine Fire Heavenly General will come back to save you.
, Fang Yun, that’s a joke. If he dares to come back, I will discipline him and cut him into pieces, and he will not die a good death..."
Soldiers flying with flesh and blood, Liu Lihuo and Fang Yulin were seriously injured...
Wu Zhonghang laughed wildly and was extremely arrogant...
A powerful, ruthless blood dragon thief...
And the rows of blood dragon 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 is an abyss.
At this moment, it seems that no one can see any hope.
In Licheng, silence ushered in a tragic end.
The setting sun was about to set, shining a dark red light. The light itself was gorgeous, but under the reflection of blood, this light gave everyone in Licheng a feeling of doomsday.
At this time, Tingting inadvertently turned her little head, looked in the direction of Dezhou, and reached out to pull Qin Xiaoyue.
It was at this time that an extremely angry roar came from the direction of Dezhou. The roar had just come out and reached everyone's ears. A very fast monk had already come with a sword, like lightning, bathing.
In the golden light of the setting sun, they entered the battlefield.
The sound of breaking through the air was still transmitted in the air, and people were already standing in the field.
The flames all over his body rose more than a foot high, burning fiercely, as if he was constantly roaring with anger.
As if coming from a hell of ice, a cold, murderous voice came out from the flames: "I once said, whoever dares to touch my relatives will be killed without mercy, Wu Zhonghang, you should be killed by a thousand cuts."
Thousands of corpses were cut into pieces and cut into pieces."
Fang Yun never expected that the moment he returned to Licheng, he would see his father injured and Licheng flow into a river of blood!
Endless rage, full of chest!
The overwhelming murderous intention shoots straight into the sky!
No matter who it is, he will be killed without mercy today!
"Fang Yun?" Wu Zhonghang saw the blazing flames and thought of Fang Yun's past thunderous methods. He couldn't help but take half a step back and shouted in shock: "Fang Yun, you are not dead!?"
The burly monk in blood armor laughed loudly at this time: "A foundation-building sword-wielding Taoist priest, this is your divine fire general? Hahaha, I am really laughing to death..."