The black-clothed man attacked the gate of the Qingyu Newspaper Hall one after another like a tide.

Lu Menglu is very calm, his hands are very steady, and the black iron knife in his hand is like the sickle of death, harvesting life accurately!

In front of him, one hundred and sixty-seven men in black had fallen!

All the staff of Qingyu Newspaper Hall were amazed at all this!

In the window behind Lu Menglan, rows of heads poked their heads out, and all of them looked at the young man's back with mixed feelings.

"He's too powerful! He's never been stronger! People like him shouldn't be sacrificed here!" On the top floor of the Qingyu Newspaper Pavilion, through the empty window, the Liu Pavilion Master shook his head and sighed.

With her, the one who saw the battle situation below was also the old doctor Dong, who had been worrying about his heart, for fear of seeing the scene he definitely didn't want to see.

"The gods and Buddhas bless you, bless the little brother of the wood to be safe and sound!" Old Doctor Dong kept muttering to himself.

Duanmu Qingyi's brows kept frowning, because she didn't understand, why was Master Wuhao willing to take risks alone?

The son of a daughter, he doesn't sit in the hall! Doesn't he know his own importance? He actually acted as a hero and blocked wave after wave of attacks! Did he think that this was in the Heavenly Venerable Divine City?

Without reinforcements, without companions, he was like a solid reef, always standing.

However, Duanmu Tsing Yi knew very well that manpower was exhausted, and no matter how strong Master Wuhao was, there was a limit! He could not maintain this strong state all the time, and his physical strength would eventually be exhausted.

The men in black continued to pour out from all directions, launching a fierce attack on Lu Menglu without fear of death.

Their offensive was like a tidal wave, wave after wave, as if it would never stop.

The offensive of these black-clothed men is precisely adhering to this tactical idea, they don't care about the number of them at all, they only want to consume the opponent's physical strength to the maximum.

Finally, Duanmu Qingyi couldn't stand it anymore, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, resolutely jumped down, and her posture was like a Nine Heavens Xuannu.

In mid-air, Duanmu Qingyi opened his arms and performed a series of group healing techniques, which landed on the top of Master Wuhao's head regardless of consumption.

She didn't have so many scruples at all, and there was only one thought in her heart, that is, Master Wuhao must not fall in such a place! As long as she still has a breath, she can't let a hero like him be besieged.

Duanmu Qingyi's skirt fluttered, like a wisp of light smoke, and landed lightly on Lu Meng's side.

Lu Menglan didn't expect her to come, and asked in amazement, "Why are you here?"

Duanmu Qingyi said in a coquettish voice: "Stinky man, only care about yourself as a hero! I'll help you!"

"You help me, you're going to drag me down!" Lu Menglu replied angrily.

Although he worked hard, it was not without gains.

In order to sharpen his comprehension of the power of the realm, Lu Menglu did not use his killer move, but used the most stupid method to slash out one by one, killing all the enemies who crossed that line.

In this long and boring process of killing enemies, Lu Menglu was experiencing the essence of domain power bit by bit.

Or in other words, Lu Menglu is using this cruel way to create his own domain one by one.

It's a pity that Duanmu Qingyi didn't see the mystery contained in this, she just felt that Master Wuhao's physical strength was depleting rapidly, and she was worried that something would happen to him, so she jumped down.

Duanmu Qingyi's face was blue, and without saying a word, the light pattern energy in her body shook sharply, and then she summoned a divine beast.

Obviously, she has cultivated the Taoist skill of summoning divine beasts to the point of perfection, and as soon as she makes a move, she is a sixth-level divine beast, which seems to have surpassed the strength of the vast majority of Taoist priests of the same level.

This is Duanmu Qingyi's true talent, and her summoning divine beasts have always been the most powerful, except for the magical skeleton soldier summoned by Master Wuhao.

The number of black-clothed people is increasing, constantly surrounding from all directions, holding sharp blades, rushing to the door of the newspaper office.

Duanmu Qingyi's sixth-level divine beast only blocked for a moment, and was blown to pieces by a series of magic bombs flying from nowhere.

Only by really standing on this line of defense did she know how strong Master Wuhao really was, and he could withstand such a turbulent and terrifying pressure without retreating.

And under the premise that Lu Mengyi has been in front of her and protecting her, Duanmu Qingyi soon ran out of breath and sweated.

This kind of high-intensity battle, life-and-death fighting, is not something she can withstand at all! It has nothing to do with level strength, it is purely unbearable in will.

The man in black was like a tide, wave after wave, as if he would never tire of covering up, and then was killed in front of Lu Mengscale.

The ground was littered with corpses, rivers of blood flowing, and the scene was shocking.

After supporting less than half a pillar of incense, Duanmu Tsing Yi stumbled into the door of the newspaper hall.

This is not only the physical exertion, but more importantly, the sharpening of the mental will, the pressure is too great.

At almost the same time that Lu Menglu was sticking to the door of the Qingyu Newspaper Pavilion, the battle situation on the newspaper side was also transmitted to a higher position in the Law God City in time, and the nobles living there were the people who really decided the fate of the Law God City.

"What? The newspaper hall has not been breached so far? Are you wastes all eating rice? You can't do anything like this! What do you want?" A middle-aged man dressed in fancy clothes burst into a rage and pointed at the nose of the subordinate who reported the news.

Sitting at the table with this middle-aged man in fancy clothes, there were eight men, half of them were old men, but they were pampered, whether it was the maintenance of their body and skin, or their clothing, they showed the atmosphere of great nobility everywhere.

If anyone who was familiar with the court of Fashen City saw this scene, they were afraid that they would immediately be surprised, because all the people sitting at this table were big people with prominent status.

Among them, there are the heads of the top wealthy families, the officials in charge of the military department in the court, and the feudal officials with strong family power, it is no exaggeration to say that the power in the hands of this group of old people sitting at this log table is almost as powerful as half of the Fashen court.

This middle-aged man in fancy clothes who is scolding his subordinates, his surname is Zhixing, he was born in a big aristocratic family, he looks dignified, and he is quite graceful, he is the master of this courtyard, and he is also the most sociable one in Fashen City.

At the beginning, the purpose of his construction of this club was to facilitate those real bigwigs in the court to have a secret place to discuss things outside the court, and he became the biggest intelligence leader in the Fashen City, and all the news could not be hidden from his ears and eyes.

Zong Zhixing has always disliked the Qingyu Newspaper Museum, because the existence of the newspaper hall will make him feel that the intelligence work he is engaged in is particularly obscene, in a sense, the Qingyu Newspaper and his courtyard are like the two sides of the same thing, the former represents light and justice, while the latter represents darkness and insidiousness.

"Dean, there is a master over there in the Qingyu Newspaper Pavilion! It is a real top master, we suspect that it is a supreme powerhouse! The three forty-fourth-level killers we sent also failed, they were killed almost in front of them, and their bodies are still hanging on the outer wall of the Qingyu Newspaper Pavilion!"

"The strongest, impossible!" Zong Zhixing concluded that this information was wrong.

"Brother Zongxian, how can you see it?" a thin old man asked slowly as he took a sip of tea.

The tone of this thin old man was very relaxed, but his identity was not simple, this old man was the elder of the three dynasties of the Fashen City, and the head of the Ministry of Shangshu Zhong Xinzhong.

Zong Zhixing said with a smile: "Because this is the Law God City! How many years has it been since our Law God City had a supreme powerhouse? The reason is why, you know best in your hearts. ”

He knew very well in his heart that in the face of the concentrated fire attack of the mage group, the so-called supreme power would probably only be able to hold his head and run away! When the damage of magic accumulated to a certain level, even the domain power of the supreme could not be stopped.

Therefore, the City of the Law God is the last place that the strongest people want to come to, because this is the hometown of the mage, not the home of the strongest.

Moreover, it is difficult for the strongest to appear in the mage profession, because their development direction is two routes with the strongest, the mage profession has reached a high level, and it is considered to study magic and master the forbidden spell magic that is more powerful and more profound, while the strongest need to be balanced, and then form a domain.

To put it simply, the mage class is the most unbalanced class, and it is difficult to have the strongest one.

"Didn't you already send a battalion of troops up, why haven't you taken it down yet?" asked another old man with a serious expression next to him.

"If the other party is really the strongest, then the mage artillery regiment will be dispatched! In this case, the movement is too big, and this is not in our interests!" another red-haired old man frowned.

Zong Zhixing said in a deep voice: "Even if he can block the strength of a battalion, he may not be the strongest! Even if he is really the strongest, it doesn't matter, don't we just want to find out the backstage of the Qingyu Newspaper Pavilion? When I catch that person, everything will fall into place." ”

"Brother Zongxian, don't be careless, the strength of the strongest is not trivial! Although we can't send the mage artillery regiment up, there are other ways to deal with him!" said Lord Shangshu Zhong.

Zong Zhixing nodded and said with a smile: "It's almost time! I'll go out on a trip in person, and I'll meet this supreme powerhouse! After the matter is completed, I want to get ten more points!"

The old men at the round table groaned for a while, but none of them objected.

Because Zong Zhixing personally took action, it was indeed worth the price!

It's not true that there is no supreme power in the Fashen City, and he is a powerful supreme powerhouse!

It is precisely because he has the strength of the strongest that this small courtyard of his can become the intelligence center of the Law God City, breaking away from the control of the God Dynasty and forming its own lineage.

In the current situation, in a state where the mage heavy artillery corps cannot be dispatched, it should be the best choice to ask Zong Zhixing, the strongest man, to come forward and hunt down the opponent's strongest man.

At the same time, these old people are also very curious, they can invite a strong person to protect the Qingyu Newspaper Pavilion, what is the sacredness behind that newspaper hall?