Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding! Ding!

The dense cannonballs of Vulcan cannons formed a line of fire, and with a tearing roar, they met the spiritual arrow. The first three shots missed the arrows because of their ballistics. But the tactical computer quickly corrected the trajectory, and the next three shots hit the arrow with precision.

Although Fang Pinglu's arrow was shot by a magic weapon bow, it was very powerful. However, the arrow itself is only made of elm, and the body is not strong. It was hit head-on by three armor-piercing bullets and instantly turned to ash.

Originally, most of the cultivators were ordinary people, and the battle patterns in their minds were mostly influenced by movies and TV series. In their opinion, an arrow came at a fast distance from afar, and the other party either dodged or blocked.

I definitely didn't expect the other party to shoot an arrow to shoot down my own arrow, because I couldn't react no matter how I thought about it.

But the Guards Vulcan Cannon is precisely this mode of combat, and the high-speed computer gives the machine a reaction speed that cannot be matched by humans. Cultivators fight with their Divine Thoughts, which can mobilize their aura to form a flexible and terrifying attack force, which is incomparable to computers.

But just talking about the speed of response, even the most powerful cultivator in the world had to kneel in front of the computer.

Fang Pinglu let out a lot of nonsense, thinking that he was at least safe and sound when he stood in the distance and shot arrows. Who would have thought that this attack of his happened to be restrained by the Vulcan Cannon.

Not only was the arrow destroyed, but the divine thoughts attached to the arrow collapsed along with it. Because he couldn't react, he didn't have time to withdraw his thoughts, and he was implicated.

Immediately vomited blood and rolled down the ridge.

There was another round of applause in the fortress.

Because of the heavy explosion-proof concrete, the cultivators outside couldn't hear these cheers, but they could also know what the civilians inside were doing if they thought about it.

In Matsukawa Castle, the cultivator is the god of the common people. God is invincible, and God cannot be hurt. The common people had nothing but kneel and obey before God. The strong are respected, and the cultivators are so proud, isn't it a matter of course?

As a result, they were in front of a mere mortal fortress, and so far they had not done an inch of work, and they had been killed and wounded. If the untouchables in Pine River City saw this, what would they think of their gods?

This is an incomparably loud slap in the face, and every cultivator's face is hot. Including the people who were still slandering Fang Pinglu just now, at this time, they only had the same hatred in their hearts, because it was the glory of all cultivators who were beaten. Everyone's hearts are full of anger, and they no longer regard tonight's encirclement and suppression as child's play.

More than a dozen cultivators stood up and screamed and asked Tu Peng to fight. In fact, everyone can see the weakness of the Vulcan cannon. Although it is extremely fast and powerful, it can be fatal to a single practitioner.

But if a dozen people quickly rushed to the front against rapid-fire fire, this cannon would be a dead thing, but it would only be a matter of two or three knives. The only problem is that during the forward rush, several people will be locked by the Vulcan cannon and may be injured or even killed.

This is exactly what everyone was worried about just now, after all, no one wants to be injured when "digging a mouse hole", which will be laughed at by colleagues for a long time.

But now, since they have been regarded as official opponents, the cultivators of Matsukawa are not afraid of necessary damage. As long as you can finally let the untouchables inside pay it back with a thousand times the blood.

The crowd is passionate, and the military spirit is available. But Tu Peng did not approve the participation of these dozen or so people. Just when everyone was puzzled, Tu Peng said in a deep voice:

"A cultivator's life is noble, and I don't want to see a noble life taken away by a lowly commoner tonight. ”

After saying this, Tu Peng slowly lifted off his heavy brocade robe and handed it into the hands of others. At this time, he only had a single shirt left on his upper body, and the collar and cuffs were slightly exposed with explosive muscles.

At first, these people under his command didn't understand what the city lord was going to do when he took off his shirt, and everyone stared at the supreme ruler of Songhe in a daze. It wasn't until Tu Peng slowly walked towards the gate of the fortress alone that everyone burst into the most enthusiastic cheers.

The slaughterer will take action personally!

It's been a long time, and the city lord hasn't taken action in person! Even if several powerful demon beasts have attacked, Tu Peng is still sitting firmly on the Diaoyu Tai. Unexpectedly, in order to prevent any more casualties among his subordinates today, he actually ended up in person regardless of his safety.

What a compassionate leader this is! The morale of the cultivators was greatly boosted, and they applauded, feeling that they were not following the wrong person.

In fact, Tu Peng didn't do this to cherish the lives of his subordinates, he didn't feel that his cultivators couldn't die, he even felt that death and injury were a good thing. A certain number of casualties can keep practitioners vigilant and practice diligently, and it can also promote the overall innovation. It's like survival of the fittest, and the necessary pressure will make Songhe's group of cultivators stronger and stronger.

But not right now.

Cultivators can die at the hands of demons, they can die in battles with each other, but they can't die at the hands of untouchables. Because it would damage the foundation of Matsukawa Castle's rule.

Matsukawa believes in the respect of strength, and the absolute domination of the cultivator over the common people is based on the absolute crushing of strength. When civilians are able to kill practitioners, such an advantage will be lost.

Tu Peng must use his absolute strength here to tell everyone that civilians can't hurt cultivators, this is a heavenly principle! If you are injured by civilians, it only means that your cultivation is too poor.

He approached the fortress gate step by step, and after entering the firing range, the Vulcan Cannon reacted quickly, and the same dense armor-piercing shells burst out, roaring and smashing into Tu Peng's chest.

The single coat on his upper body was quickly shredded, revealing the golden and iron-like muscles underneath. Tu Peng's body was no longer like an ordinary person, and the skin on his body was shining with a grayish metallic luster. He didn't raise his spiritual shield, the aura flowed faintly on the surface of his skin, and a faint glow flashed from time to time.

This is the body of King Kong, the practice practiced by Tu Peng, the lord of Songhe City. This technique emphasizes defense, and to put it mildly, it is the kung fu of being beaten at the door.

Tu Penggui is the city lord of Songhe, and there are not a few top-level exercises that can be obtained. The reason why he didn't practice those bells and whistles and only studied the Vajra body was because of his unique advantages as the Lord of Songhe City:

Refining yellow.

Songhe's specialty is smelting, which is a kind of silt-like metal spiritual material. It looks average, but the effect is good. The practitioner applies the refining yellow to the body, and then supplements it with exercises to absorb it, which can slightly increase the defense of the physical body.

Not relying on the true element to improve the strength of the physical body, this kind of good thing cultivators love everyone. However, considering that the production of yellow refining is not high, the price is expensive, and the defense increase is very low each time. So most practitioners just buy some when they have a surplus.

After all, this thing is like the old titanium alloy. Everyone knows it's a good thing, but it's impossible to use it every day, let alone everywhere. In the previous industrial products, titanium alloys were only used in the manufacture of the most critical parts. The same is true for cultivators, the little bit of refining yellow in their hands is mostly used in the strengthening position.

But Tu Peng is the city lord of Songhe, and refining yellow is inexhaustible, and it doesn't cost a dime. His martial arts, Vajra Body, happened to be a perfect fit for the strengthening of alchemy. This kind of spiritual material, which is extremely expensive outside, can be used by him to bathe every day.

In fact, Tu Peng alone consumed thirty percent of Songhe City's yellow refining output, and his physical body was simply piled up with money. The near-infinite refining of yellow strengthened his physical defenses to an unbelievable degree.

Maybe Rui Qing's Heavenly Demon Sound's attack on the Lingtai can make Tu Peng taboo, but as long as it is an attack on the body, whether it is scientific or metaphysical, Tu Peng can face it calmly.

A few armor-piercing bullets that could tear apart the cultivator's spiritual shield hit Tu Peng's chest and provoked violent sparks. With an ear-piercing noise, the self-sharpening warhead could not be advanced, and could only be reduced to pieces on the surface of his skin in vain.

Tu Peng's body paused slightly, leaned forward slightly, and left inch-deep footprints on the mountain rock. The powerful kinetic energy of the armor-piercing bullet belt was all absorbed by Tu Peng, slowing him down by half a minute.

However, this was the only effect of the Guards Vulcan Cannon on Tu Peng, and he approached the fortress gate step by step under the fire.

The stillness of the fortress can be heard as a falling needle. Everyone stared at Tu Peng, who was walking step by step on the screen, without saying a word. He's slow, but he can't stop him. The huge mental pressure brought by this momentum made the enthusiasm just now like a movie jam.

"Weapons officer, block the gate passage and see what we have in stock, all arranged. ”

Wei Kaicheng gave orders in an orderly manner, his calm tone and attitude calmed everyone down, and the command center was once again busy and noisy after a moment of silence.

At this time, the adjutant, who had been away for a while, ran back and whispered the situation in his ear.

The adjutant had just taken someone to check the situation at the exit of the tunnel, and the situation was not optimistic. Although he did not go to the exit, the induction line here had already alarmed several times, showing that there were many strangers hanging near the exit gate.

This is not good news. This meant that Tu Peng did not let go of this escape route, and it seemed that the exit of the passage must have been blocked with cultivators. Tu Peng was planning to wipe out all the members of the resistance group.

In fact, there is a secret passage in the underground fortress, which is the one where the miners first discovered the underground fortress. Through the exhaust vents, it is possible to drill into the mine where the yellow is mined, which should be safe for the time being.

But that passage was more rugged and narrower, making it very difficult to pass. In a short time, a maximum of a few dozen people can be transferred. There are hundreds of thousands of people in this fortress, who should leave and who should stay and wait for death?

Wei Kaicheng pondered the familiar names in his heart, and he found that such a decision was too painful. Every time he crossed out a name in his mind, he felt a throbbing pain.

He no longer stared at the invincible Tu Peng in the surveillance screen, but raised his eyes to look at the ceiling of the command hall.

In the corner of the ceiling, there is a small spot where water is slightly seeping. He had been thinking about mending it by hand for a long time, but every time he blinked an eye, he would forget about it.

"I'm a soldier and don't believe in God. Wei Kaicheng's heart was infinitely sad, "But if God can save us now, I will serve you as Lord forever!"