"The temper of the people in the ghost country is really violent...... The final struggle was carried out in such a crazy way. ”

A figure in the distance hung high in the sky, looking at the thunder that exploded below, full of emotion, hunting in a green shirt.

"After all...... We're here to destroy the ghost kingdom. The other person sighed, dressed in white and shengxue, "After all, it's either you die or I live, the rabbit is forced to bite people, let alone people...... At the end of the road, there is no longer any life, and it is human nature to draw more enemies to die together. ”

"If this continues, a lot of people will die...... "The man in Tsing Yi smiled coldly and said, "But this situation is also what many people want to see, I have seen many masters deliberately letting those people get close to the crowd, and even helping the people of the ghost country clear the obstacles...... Hey, the ghost country hasn't been taken yet, and they have already begun to prepare for the future turnaround, which is really far-sighted. ”

"I'm afraid this is not the only power in the ghost country. The man in white frowned and said.

"So what?" the man in Tsing Yi sneered, "This time, how many of us are here that even I think about it is terrifying, if the ghost country has enough strength to compete with so many people, why have you cowered here for so many years." ”

The man in white was silent for a moment, then stared slightly before saying, "The killing is too heavy, I'm afraid of being damned." ”

"Heaven's curse?" the man in Tsing Yi sneered, "What is heaven's curse? Look at those emperors who are still alive in the world, which one of them is not stained with blood on his hands? Those ancient emperors, who have lived for such a long time, if there is really a curse, where is it, why are they unwilling to come? There has never been any curse in this world, and the only truth is that the strong are kings. How many years have passed, why do you still have such naïve thoughts?"

The man in white was silent, not daring to answer.

If there is a curse, then God is really blind, right?

Thunder, tears, blood, and endless grief.

Streams of brilliance fell to the earth without any distinction, as if it were a torrential rain frantically impacting Liming City, destroying all visible and invisible, without any mercy.

The young man clutched his big iron bow and stood above the ruins of the defense area, with a ruined wall and smoke and rubble at his feet.

His defense zone is still in the midst of a bitter battle.

The Eastern Defense Zone is a key defense area, and half of its main combat strength is concentrated in the East, so that the various defense zones in the East can support it to this day.

However, no matter how hard you try, this is already the end of the crossbow.

One by one, the strong men who made the young people worship had either turned into green smoke in the glorious rainstorm, or spread their wings and rushed to the sky, playing the strongest note of their lives in the sky.

Now, there are only more than 100 people left who can still fight, accounting for less than half of the original total number of people in this defense area.

And less than half of these people are already wounded, covered in blood, and only haggard and sad are left in their eyes.

The young man was no better, the tibia of his left leg was hit by a flying boulder, and the tibia was directly knocked off, making the calf seem to be folded over, revealing a jagged section of flesh and blood.

Several splatters of rubble also plunged into his body, firmly embedded in the flesh as if they were part of his body.

The young man was in such pain that every breath he took wished he was dead.

But he gritted his teeth, he wanted to live—at least, he had to kill an enemy and die again.

The young man clenched the large iron bow in his hand, then held the bow tightly with his left hand, and pulled the bowstring with his right hand, and slowly pulled it back.

He didn't have the cultivation and ability of the man he didn't even know the name, and this big iron bow was a little too big for his size, as if it couldn't be pulled at all.

"Squeak squeak—"

The large iron bow let out a tooth-aching moan, and the bow twisted slightly, slowly opening.

Blood trickled down the bowstring of the great iron bow like a stream, completely staining the mottled bowstring a dark red.

"Look for cover, find cover, spread out, don't concentrate on your positions!" a young man with a blood-stained face mixed with dust roared loudly, "Concentrate fire on my target!"

He is the fourth defense organizer of this defense zone, and all the previous three defense organizers have died by his side.

Under his orders, all the men began to search for various ruins to cover their bodies in the billowing smoke and dust, and to avoid the attack.

In such a chaotic situation, both sides simply don't have time to carefully perceive where there is an enemy, it is too slow, and even if they perceive one enemy, it is very likely that they will also be perceived by other enemies.

Now the only way to rely on the field of view to determine the enemy's movement, and then the two sides to carry out a large-scale covering bombardment to wipe out all the enemies that may exist in the range is the most efficient and safest way.

That's why the man ordered everyone to disperse, use cover to protect themselves from being bombarded, and then follow his orders to concentrate the attack.

Only in this way can casualties under covered strikes be reduced and delayed as much time as possible.

Suddenly, he saw an emaciated figure, standing in the billowing smoke and dust, not dodging, not looking for any cover, as if waiting for the enemy to attack.

His expression changed, but he didn't have time to care about such a person.

Whoever does not obey orders and does not act according to orders, they have no time to take care of them, even if they will die because of it.

Death is already the main theme played in Liming City at this moment.

People are dying all the time, men, women, old people, young people......

All kinds of people are dying all the time.

No one knows when death will befall them.

Their blood, their flesh, mixed together, pillowed each other, all over the corners of the city.

No one can tell who is the aggressor and who is the defender.

They don't have too obvious gaps, not in either way.

"Kill all the remnants of such a ghost country!" In the alleyway, a man with a bloody face was besieged by everyone, and his body was covered in wounds, and blood gushed like a spring.

The man's roar drew the attention of the sky, and the besiegers were engulfed in a sea of light from the covering blow from above before they didn't even have time to explain in their astonishment.

The man had a mocking smile on his face before he was engulfed by the sea of light, and he was extremely cold.

"Boom-boom-"

Several thunderbolts exploded in the densest part of the crowd, and the expanding light engulfed all the figures in it.

"The remnants of the ghost kingdom have mixed in with us!" someone shouted angrily.

But they have no way to identify who is from the ghost country and who is not.

The races of the entire Six Realms can be found in this Liming City, the monks from the Six Realms have no strict organization at all, there are so many people that they can't be identified at all, and even people who don't understand the language abound, so how can they distinguish each other's identities?

The dead soldiers of the Ghost Kingdom constantly pretended to be the monks of the Six Realms, blended into the crowd of the monks of the Six Realms, and then blew themselves up in the crowd.

Chaos spreads in the ranks of the invaders, and the hearts of the people are terrified.

"Disperse, everyone disperse, and kill anyone who dares to come near each other!" someone shouted, as if this was the last and best way to go.

This is indeed a good way, and spreading it out means that even if the remnants of the ghost kingdom blow themselves up, the casualties will be limited, and directly refusing to approach each other can distinguish the remnants of the ghost kingdom who try to get close to themselves and then blow themselves up.

This method quickly spread among the ranks of the monks of the Six Realms, and people began to spread out and distance themselves from each other, while suppressing and attacking the ground of the ghost kingdom, they were also extremely wary of those who were unfamiliar with them, ready to attack anyone who showed bad intentions at any time.

The monks who knew each other began to march in groups, and the groups of monks were on guard and fighting with each other.

"Remnants of the Oni Kingdom!" Somehow, the two groups began to attack each other, identifying each other as the remnants of the Oni Kingdom.

Those people are not familiar with each other, and if they are familiar with each other, they are already together.

At this moment, I suddenly saw two groups identifying each other and attacking each other, and for a while, I couldn't tell who was from the Ghost Kingdom and who was a monk from the Six Realms.

"Kill together, and save an opponent in the future!" the person suddenly shouted.

Many people with different intentions saw that the current attack on Liming City was already in their hands, and they could no longer suppress the evil thoughts in their hearts at the moment, and in a moment, they struck one after another, attacking one after another, completely submerging the people of the two groups in an instant.

A figure burst out of the chaotic onslaught, rushed into the sky, and roared in grief: "You wait!"

Before his words fell, a swirling light and shadow pierced his chest, causing his body to explode directly into a rain of blood, falling one after another.

"The third one!" roared in the distance, and several figures roared like crazy and slaughtered this way, killing all the people along the way, without sparing the slightest hand.

"You're all going to die!" roared through the sky, and he couldn't care where the person in front of him was from.

If you look at Liming City from a distance at this moment, you will find that the battle in Liming City, which is shrouded in billowing smoke and dust, has been completely chaotic, from the sky to the ground, from the ground to the sky, from the sky to the sky, from the ground to the ground, all kinds of light, crisscrossing one after another, intertwined into a dense net, enveloping everyone in it.