Lu Menglan didn't know that the magnates of the Law God City had adjusted their plans and regarded themselves as a member of the must-kill list, he was just a little angry, why did these high-ranking bigwigs refuse to give those ordinary people even the only way to live, and even the right to live had to be deprived, and they had to exchange blood and sweat for this, this feeling made Lu Menglan feel very disgusting, so he wanted to vent and completely release this evil breath.

After slashing the three unlucky masked killers with one sword, Lu Menglu walked to the window, and the wind blew, blowing his clothes like a hunting sound.

A cloud of black mist suddenly appeared in front of Lu Meng's scales, and then, from the black mist, a skeleton soldier with huge black bone wings slowly walked out, holding a sharp axe, and a dark blue ghost flame flashed in his hollow eye sockets, as deep as the sea.

"You stay here to protect them!Anyone who comes close can be killed!" Lu Menglu commanded casually.

Although the skeleton soldier Xiaozhi was his summon creature, this strange undead creature obviously already had a lot of intelligence, and it nodded very humanly and began to pace around the room.

The distance of each of its steps is exactly the same, not long, not short, not biased, from east to west, from south to north, and repeatedly, the black giant axe in its hand is very stable, terrifyingly stable, as long as anything superfluous in this room appears in the field of vision, it will not hesitate to slash with an axe!

Duanmu Qingyi was also the first time to see Master Wuhao's summoned creatures, and the feeling of this skeleton soldier was too terrifying for her! She couldn't tell how many levels this skeleton soldier had, but she had an intuition that if it wanted to attack, all the strong people she had seen might not be its one general.

In front of the main entrance of the Qingyu Newspaper Building, the people on both sides were still fighting fiercely.

The battle became more and more intense, especially when there was a loud noise on the top floor of the newspaper building, and after the huge pillar of light appeared, both sides were a little suspicious.

The caravan guards guarding the door of the newspaper hall were panicked, fearing that a master had burst into the newspaper hall and that they would not be able to stop them in the face of those real masters.

And the movement on the top floor of the newspaper building was not small, indicating that the enemy had already touched it, which made their military morale shaken, and they were not sure whether their defense was meaningful.

And those black-clothed people were even more shocked after hearing the explosion and seeing the pillar of light that pierced the night, because it was obviously not a means of the party, and the assassination should be quiet and quick, not like now, making such a big move, vigorous, and everyone knows.

So, it is quite possible that the object of their cover has failed!

Both sides were a little suspicious, so the battle became less intense for a while.

At this time, Wang Sandonkey had already rushed to the other side of the street, he staggered, barely stopped, and gasped for breath.

It was really thrilling just now, the man in black he was facing almost stabbed him in the stomach, and finally Wang Sandonkey's life should not be extinguished, and at the last moment, he was hit by the butcher Zhang next door with his shoulder, and then he passed by the other party, and perfectly missed the danger of being disemboweled.

However, the butcher Zhang was spotted by another man in black, and he was shot in the chest, and he fell to the ground, blood splattered five steps, and it seemed that he would not survive.

More than half of the 100 or so people who rushed into battle with Wang Sandonkey fell, and only a dozen people were left who could rush across the street.

Lu Xiucai, who told them not to turn back, also failed to rush over, and the battle situation behind him was still tight, and the number of men in black was more than three times that of the caravan guards.

"What should I do now?" Wang Sandonkey was stunned for a moment, and his mind was a little messy.

If they follow Lu Xiucai's instructions, now that they have completed their tasks, they can go back to their respective homes, find their own mothers, and lie back on the kang to sleep.

But can you really just walk away?

If it can only be done to this extent, then what about the neighbors who fell under the butcher's knife of the man in black just now?

It is clear that the crisis of Qingyu Newspaper has not been resolved, and it seems that the situation is even more critical!

Wang Sandonkey gritted his teeth and roared: "No! We have to go back to help! If you are willing to kill back, follow me!"

With that, Wang Sandonkey took a big stride, intending to rush back in the direction of the newspaper gate.

He didn't really think about it that much, he just felt that what everyone had to do with their lives must be done!

So many people have been sacrificed, if you want these dogs and mothers to knock down the Qingyu Newspaper Museum, there will really be no hope for the common people in the future!

At this time, how can you use a sentence that you have done your best to smooth it out?

Wang San Donkey took a big stride, sprinting like a strong donkey, the kind that couldn't pull back no matter how he pulled.

Behind him, sure enough, seven or eight people followed closely and rushed to the door of the newspaper hall together.

A few people hesitated, did not follow them, but silently chose to hide in the corner, gradually hiding their figures in the darkness.

None of them is wrong! Whether they are forging ahead bravely or protecting themselves, in the final analysis, they are just ordinary people, and they have already done a very good job with the support of the blood and courage of the people of the god nation.

And at this moment, the caravan guards in front of the newspaper hall have also been supported to the limit, they are obviously not the opponents of those men in black, even with the help of geographical advantages, they can't block the impact of the other party.

What's more, this is just a street, not a real battlefield, and how much terrain can be used?

Among the group of men in black, there are a considerable number of mage professions, and they are not of low level, they only need to throw a few magic skills at will, and they can make those caravan guards anxious and suffer heavy casualties.

Obviously, the newspaper can't hold it anymore, and it's only a matter of time before they can hold out for as long as they can last.

Half of the caravan guards had been reduced to half of their men, and more than thirty had fallen to the ground with serious injuries alone, and each of them had despair written on their faces.

Because there are more and more black-clothed people in front, the number of other parties has been increasing, and I don't know how many black-clothed people are still lurking in the dark.

These men in black may not have much interest in hunting down those hot-blooded civilians, but they will definitely not spare these caravan guards who have already caused casualties to their companions, and must kill them all in order to set an example.

But at this moment, the hot-blooded citizen Wang Sandonkey and the others turned back again, they were only a dozen people, and they fell into the encirclement of the black-clothed people, and suddenly looked up, only to find that all around them were all those black-clothed people with sharp blades, and the number was more than ten times that of them.

Wang Sandonkey really saw it clearly this time, and the eyes of those black-clothed people flashed with a cold and cruel light, and the eyes of those people looked at them like looking at pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Wang Sandonkey showed a wry smile on his face, and at this last moment, he suddenly remembered his blind old lady and big-footed daughter-in-law, and then remembered what his father, who could break boulders in his chest, said to him when he was a child.

"Righteousness, although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!" Daddy's voice still rang in his ears, and Wang Sandonkey smiled.

Because he thought of a very interesting thing, this sentence may be the most level sentence that his father, who can't read big words, has ever said in his life.

He, who is a son, for a bold remark in his childhood, today more than 100 catties will probably be explained here, people live for a lifetime, plants and trees are spring, and they can die happily, it's worth it!

Wang Sandonkey thought that he was going to die, but when he rushed forward just now, he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that he finally had some strength, not much different from those men in black.

In fact, now that I think about it, it should be because those men in black released the water.

When I really faced those men in black this time, I knew how big the difference in strength between the two sides was.

Not being afraid of death and knowing that you are going to die soon are two very different moods.

Wang San Donkey is not afraid of death, but it doesn't mean that he wants to die.

He held the knife tightly, his fingers were too hard, his knuckles were a little white, and his wrists began to tremble slightly, involuntarily.

The men who were with him weren't much better.

It's all ordinary people, how can they not be afraid when they are really facing death?

"Don't panic, hold steady. We are for the people of the world to have a way to live. I'm afraid of a ball!" Wang Sandonkey didn't know whether to cheer himself up, or cheer for his companions.

The eyes of those men in black flashed with a fierce light, cold and cruel.

After that, they raised their sharp blades one after another, and surrounded the king and the three donkeys in the middle.

The black-clothed mage's hands on the periphery also lit up with a dazzling electric light.

If they are serious, they will probably be able to kill Wang Sandonkey and them cleanly with just one combined attack.

In fact, from the very beginning, those men in black did not take these ordinary people seriously.

Perhaps many of them actually appreciate and envy this group of ignorant and fearless people.

But when one's life and future are in front of him, this appreciation and envy become unimportant at all.

And at this moment, the reason why this group of men in black did not make a move was because their superiors had an order to drive this group of people into the newspaper office.

Then, after storming the newspaper building, they would raze it to the ground with a fire and put the riot on the heads of the people.

Just when Wang Sandonkey thought that he was going to die, the starlight above his head suddenly dimmed.

Then, he noticed that there was suddenly an extra figure in front of him.

It's a good-looking young man who looks a little familiar.

Then, the young man smiled at him and said, "Big brother, borrow the knife in your hand." ”

didn't wait for Wang Sandonkey to come back to his senses, and found that the war knife in his hand had inexplicably arrived in the hands of others.

Immediately after, the black iron war knife that had been passed down from his father's hand suddenly bloomed with a dazzling light that he had never seen in his life.

The sword light is like snow, stretching out in all directions at the same time!

All the black-clothed men who stood in front of this wave of knives fell to the ground one after another like wheat harvesting.

No matter what rank they are, what profession they wear, or what equipment they wear, they are all immune.

Then, the young man who looked very kind-faced said without looking back: "You retreat one after another!"

Wang Sandonkey and his companions escaped death, and hurriedly retreated according to their words.

Lu Menglin swiped the war knife in his hand lightly, and a knife mark about three zhang long was clearly visible, completely splitting the bluestone slab on the street.

This knife seems to be drawn casually, but this knife qi is incomparably sharp, and the edge is exposed.

It is even easier to cut the hard bluestone pavement than to cut tofu.

Everyone present was taken aback, in their opinion, this knife was weightless, and it was obviously not something that ordinary top masters could do.

The group of people in black were stunned for a moment, and then exchanged glances.

At this time, the mage profession mixed in the black-clothed crowd got the order and made a brazen move.

They blasted their long-awaited magic skills at the young man in front of them.

Lu Menglu bounced up in an instant and jumped directly into the air.

Many people saw this scene and couldn't help but subconsciously exclaim.

Because this leap is obviously not wise, and it is not a good choice to avoid magical attacks.

Others are in mid-air, with no way to borrow power, and they simply become a live target to attract firepower.

All of a sudden, all kinds of magic attacks, such as thunder and lightning techniques, ice roars, flash movies, and fireball techniques, blasted towards Lu Meng's scales in mid-air like a storm.

No one could survive such a high-intensity magical attack, not even a level forty-five warrior. This is the true inner thoughts of the vast majority of people present.

However, something strange happened.

Those powerful magic attacks fell on Lu Menglan's body, and they didn't have any effect.

And in time, a blood-colored oval shield appeared around him, blocking all attacks.

This blood shield is similar to the magic shield of the mage class, but the color is slightly different, it is the color of blood!

Lu Menglin manipulated the Blood Shield Technique with his own incomparably strong qi and blood power, and his defensive power was only above the Demon Shield Technique of the Divine Nation Mage Profession.

And more importantly, Lu Menglin also integrated his comprehension of the laws of the realm into the Blood Shield Technique, plus he also had a body of forbidden demon equipment, no matter how powerful those magic attacks were, they couldn't even tickle his body.

At this time, Lu Mengscale, who was in mid-air, caught the fleeting fighter plane in time, like a predatory goshawk, swooped down, and plunged into the camp of the man in black.

In an instant, the war knife in his hand once again burst out with an incomparably brilliant knife aura, and each knife easily caused a slashing effect, killing those black-clothed people was like chopping melons and vegetables.

The black-clothed man's formation was suddenly in chaos, and they couldn't stop retreating.

Lu Menglu was able to kill, with a backhand punch, the punch exploded into the air, blasting away a black-clothed warrior who tried to sneak attack him from the left side, and then brushed his backhand three times, the sword qi broke through the air, and easily killed the three stunned mages in the distance.

Then, he simply did it in one go, directly changed to holding the knife with both hands, and while vigorously jumping and slashing, he slashed out a slash that opened the sky!

This knife has the power to open the world!

The furious and surging sword power quickly condensed into a huge ice blade in the void and smashed down head-on.

Bang! The strength of the knife cut off the entire long street, and a long ditch as deep as a zhang was cut out.

And this knife happened to fall on the line that Lu Menglu drew with his sword qi just now.

"Whoever crosses this line will die!" Lu Menglu held the knife in his hand, pointed at the ground with the tip of the knife, and the blood beads on the blade slowly slipped down.

There was a dead silence in the audience!

On the other side of this knife mark, there were actually hundreds of people in black, but they were intimidated by Lu Menglin's divine might, and they cowered and didn't feel like stepping forward.

In front of such a mysterious peerless master, there are only hundreds of people, which is really not enough to see.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the door of the Qingyu newspaper hall opened, and the staff in the newspaper hall rushed out quickly, bringing all the injured caravan guards and civilians back to the newspaper hall.

Wang Sandonkey didn't want to leave, but thinking that it was useless to stay here, he still withdrew into the newspaper hall with everyone.

In the blink of an eye, on the huge long street, only Lu Menglan was left with a knife, guarding in front of the newspaper office.

His meaning has been clearly expressed, those who cross the line without permission will die! As long as they do not step on the scar he has made, they do not have to die!

For pure killing, he didn't have much interest in it.