Wufu held a long sword more than five feet in his hands, his palms were full of sweat, and the sound of shouting and killing not far away could be heard clearly, which showed a problem, those monsters outside the city had entered the city.

"Jiuming, are you afraid?" Wufu asked Jiu Ming beside him with fear in his eyes and a trembling tone.

"I'm afraid that there are birds, if I'm afraid that I won't die, then I'm afraid." Jiu Ming spat at the ground, and in more than a year, the little guy had grown into a tall man with long arms.

"That's right, if only the young master was here, I will let these monsters come and go." Before Wufu finished speaking, he heard a rush of footsteps outside the door, accompanied by a strong bloody gas. "Listen to me, everyone, when the monster comes in, don't be afraid, give me a hard slash."

With a bang, the door was slammed violently, and a lot of dust fell from the door frame. Then, there was a violent impact, and the door, which was one foot high and five inches thick, became crumbling.

"Hold on, hold the door for me." Wufu shouted, and carried a bamboo pole to the gate, and the others saw this, and followed suit, and for a time dozens of bamboo poles and giant trees and other things blocked the gate in a noisy manner.

Seeing this, Wufu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Jiu Ming beside him, not thinking about it. With a bang, this sturdy vermilion lacquer gate turned into pieces, and outside the door stood a creature more than a foot tall with two horns like a demon.

This is the elite of the Bull Demon Clan, the strength of the peak of the God Realm, that seemingly solid gate is no different from paper paste in its opinion, and the chain hammer weighing more than 300 catties in his hand is smashed with a wave.

What surprised Wufu and Jiuming the most was that the Bull Demon Clan was carrying the chain hammer in his hand, and the two-foot diameter was covered with awl-like spikes, and these spikes flashed with cold light. Wufu and Jiuming glanced at each other, and the two young men shouted at the same time, "Kill." ”

Wufu and Jiuming are both practicing the God of War Technique, but the fourth realm, compared to the Bull Demon Clan, who is good at strength at the peak of the God Realm, is really too different. Only one of the two of them was smashed and bent the long sword, and their bodies were thrown high, and they fell heavily to the ground, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

The rest of the many families in the nursing home, seeing that the strongest Wufu and Jiuming were abolished by this terrifying-looking demon in one face, and they immediately scattered.

The Bull Demon Clan's eyes were red, and he was holding an iron chain in his hand, and the huge chain hammer dragged out regular sparks on the bluestone slab, and his steps were very slow.

As the main fighting race in the underworld, although the Bull Demon Clan does not have many top masters, the middle-level warriors are extremely powerful, and the heavy weapons in their hands will be a nightmare for the enemy.

At this moment, Khotan Xin's body suddenly appeared next to the two people lying on the ground, and looked at the two people whose life and death were unknown, and the furrows on the old man's face were wrinkled even deeper. As a master of the Heaven Breaking Mirror, he has his own arrogance, and on that day, Wang Lang entrusted the lives of his family to him, so he would never allow them to be harmed.

This Bull Demon Clan looked at Khotan Xin in front of him in surprise, it didn't know how this Terran appeared out of thin air, but it felt a particularly strong threat from Khotan Xin.

A pair of blood-red eyes stared at Khotan Xin, and the chain hammer in his hand smashed into his head with a breaking sound.

Contrary to its imagination, this powerful blow not only did not smash the old man's head, but the chain hammer was pulled in his hand, and it was difficult to pull it even a little no matter how much strength it used.

For Khotan Xin, such a Bull Demon Clan of the Divine Realm, he didn't even bother to look at it, his fingers were slightly curled, and he flicked it lightly on the chain hammer. After a crisp sound, this chain hammer, which was similar to the scythe of the Grim Reaper to Wufu and Jiuming, turned into a pile of flying ashes, and its owner, the Bull Demon Clan, who was at the peak of the Divine Realm, turned into flying ashes in the same way.

Khotan Xin looked at the tragic battles on the street from time to time, his body floated slightly, and in a moment he was already more than two hundred feet above the ground, which was just enough to see everything in the city. At this moment, his eyes were full of battle, and the killing of the Terran people by the monsters that broke through the city had begun.

Khotan Xin sighed, stretched out his right hand, and in the palm of his hand was a doll reflecting a metal doll, three inches in size, and a little weird in appearance.

"Go ahead." As soon as Khotan Xin's hand was released, the puppet changed and fell to the ground, and as it fell, the size of the puppet continued to grow, and when it landed, it had become a steel giant ten feet tall and shining with cold light.

The moment this iron giant landed, a burst of red light flashed in his eyes, and he scanned the ground for a while, and after a while, the iron fist in his hand opened a killing ring against the monsters of the underworld.

The fierce and powerful monsters of the underworld face the Iron Giant, like a chicken in front of a lion.

Whether it is the tall and powerful Bull Demon Clan, or the strange whereabouts of the Blood Clan and the Shadow Clan, as long as they get to the giant's side, there is only one end, which is to be blasted into a blood mist by a punch.

Even the Yaksha, who reminded him of the same level, was as weak as a baby in front of the Iron Giant, and after a punch, the Iron Giant just shook his body, but Yaksha didn't know where to go with half of his arm bursting.

The Iron Giant wreaked havoc among the monsters of the underworld entering the city, tireless, and painless to kill in all directions, and when Khan Xin saw this, a smile appeared on his face.

Although he still hasn't figured out the knowledge in Wang Lang's books, he has only absorbed a small part of it, but he has created this kind of war puppet that is sharper than before, as long as the energy is enough, he can fight tirelessly.

At this moment, the sound of battle outside the city attracted Khotan Xin's idea, and his body suddenly rose three hundred zhang, and the scene outside the city was in full view. The Blackwing Battalion, which was galloping through the army of the underworld, attracted his idea, because he was very familiar with the Blackwing Battalion and knew that it was the unit that Wang Lang relied on the most.

But at this moment, his heart was full of shock. In just over a year, all of this Black Wing Battalion has entered the virtual realm, and there are many Dao realm warriors among them. How can it be? When the Void Realm and the Dao Realm become the same as the Qi Realm, they can be manufactured in batches.

The formidable strength of the Black Wing Battalion diluted the joy that the Iron Giant gave him, and there was only a deep shock.

At this moment, I don't have to wonder if it makes sense to concentrate on refining steel battle puppets, since both the Void Realm and the Dao Realm can be manufactured in batches, then in time, the training department will have an army of hundreds of thousands composed of the Void Realm Dao Realm, and the combat effectiveness can be imagined.

The Black Wing Battalion, which was concerned by Khotan Xin, had an extremely heavy task at the moment, because Wang Lang had already sent them a message asking them to say that the underworld army would drive away the first explosion point. Liang Jun exuded a monstrous momentum, and at this moment he had changed his strategy and turned killing to driving.

The first explosion point is not far away, only three kilometers, and the Liang army needs to drive enough underworld cannon fodder to reach the vicinity of the explosion point, and they must leave a safe distance. Otherwise, it would really be the same as the monsters of the underworld, the power of twenty tons of high-explosive bombs, Wang Lang knew very well that tens of thousands of people of underworld cannon fodder were likely to be turned into ashes under this blow.

"Stop." Liang Jun gave an order to the warriors behind him, and a smile appeared on his face as he looked at the cannon fodder of the underworld who was panicking and running for his life towards the place of death in front of him.

(End of chapter)