According to the information he had received from Chelsea in advance, Javier flew directly to the center of the Hukou Pass wall, where a giant city defense cannon was placed, which looked like a monstrous monster from a distance, twice as large as the average type of city defense cannon, and the power generated could be increased by at least two times.

A blue light fell straight down from the sky, and with a loud bang, Javier's legs stomped firmly on the fort, and the wind pressure that erupted when he fell shook the surrounding gunners into the air, and some even fell off the city wall, trampled to pieces by the huge army flow under the city wall.

"Boom!"

Without hesitation, Javier picked up the heavy cavalry gun in his hand and smashed it down as if he was wielding a mace, causing a shockwave that made the entire city pass tremble, and the giant city defense cannon and other big killing weapons were completely scrap metal under Javier's smash.

After doing all this, Javier's gaze was slightly deflected, and he searched around for what he was looking for, and it wasn't long before he saw the high-ranking general Chelsea was talking about as the commander of the rebel army thirty meters in front of him.

It was a slightly emaciated man, in the midst of the chaos, but still wearing a plain gray-black monastic robe, more like a priest presiding over the funeral of the dead than an army commander, no wonder Chelsea said he was eye-catching. His skin is a little pale, his expression is not smiling, and he has a gloomy temperament, which makes it impossible to tell his real age.

Beside the commander, there was also a middle-aged man holding a long scythe weapon, a lit cigar cigarette in his mouth, wearing sunglasses, and a red and white suit and leather shoes. At this time, his gaze stopped on Javier, looking a little surprised, probably shocked by Javier's domineering appearance.

"You're the commander of the rebels?"

Looking at the emaciated man who was standing over there and acting calm and composed in response to his appearance, Javier asked, although it was a questioning tone, but Javier obviously didn't need a response from the other party, and directly lifted his gun and stepped forward with an even pace.

Ranks of cult armies rushed up to intercept him, but all the cultists who came within three meters of Javier were immediately swept away by the heavy cavalry guns, and then turned into humanoid cannonballs to break the ranks behind them with screams, and finally fell off the city wall.

Just as a farmer cuts wheat stubble after stubble in a field, or a domestic servant sweeps up the garbage piled up on the ground with a broom, the people who stand in Javier's way are nothing more than this fate, no one can stop his pace even for a minute and a second, maintaining this rhythm, and Javier soon approached the commander.

"Hey, Savimin...... No matter how you look at this guy, it's not good, right? ”

Looking at the young man in front of him, Holimacca felt that this was a meat grinder with exaggerated efficiency, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, vaguely guessing the true identity of this brave man.

"I know without you reminding me, don't keep your hands, let's go together!"

With a solemn look on his resolute face, he drew the saber at his waist, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised the blade to the point of his eyebrows, and sank his horse to make a dignified sword-holding pose.

"Okay!"

Although he really felt Javier's strength, Holimacca was unequivocal in his movements, and picking up the scythe was a leap, like a goshawk preying on prey, slashing at Javier's head with great speed.

However, when the blade of the scythe was still five meters away from Javier, a warrior covered in pitch-black armor suddenly rushed out from the side, and a knee hit Holimaka's chest mercilessly in mid-air, instantly knocking him out fifty meters away, and slammed into the towering watchtower opposite, the wall was suddenly knocked out of a circle of radial cracks, and the cigar smoke in his mouth also flew down in the impact just now.

Because of the inertia of the forward rush, the black-armored warrior slid forward for some distance before he could stop, and the masonry ground under his feet left two deep ruts in the violent friction - it was Will.

"Phew!"

Hollimarca, who had fallen from the watchtower, was half-kneeling on the ground, and the moment his knees made contact with the ground, there was a heavy thud, and even the masonry cracked through the cracks. He opened his mouth to spit a mouthful of blood on the ground, barely supported his body with a long sickle, and then stared viciously at Will who moved in front of him, and said, "Stinky boy, it's really unsophisticated to sneak up on you out of nowhere!" Don't think about dying so easily, Uncle Ben will break your hands and tendons, drain every drop of blood on your body, and let you die in extreme pain! ”

"What kind of skill is it that you can just say? If you can do it, you can give it a try. ”

Will took a stance, the palm wrapped in black armor suddenly clenched, making a steely sound, his legs sank down slightly, and then burst towards Holimaka, the iron fist broke through the air and slammed straight into the opponent's head, Holimacca also roared and waved a long scythe to meet the attack, and the blade of the scythe flowed with a blood-like color.

"Boom!"

It was like a sudden explosion of thunder and fire, and the attack between the two was terrifying enough just to impact the aftermath, and the disciples who were a little closer couldn't even stand on their feet, and were directly knocked to the ground, and the battle between the emperor's envoys was definitely not something that ordinary people could intervene in.

Javier glanced over to Will, then stopped looking.

Although Will's strength is not the top in the "Falcon", his martial arts have long been at the Mahayana level, and Javier recognizes his skills.

In addition, perhaps the existence of Arowen and Marika gave him a lot of stimulation, Will's days in the imperial capital can be said to be full of energy in cultivation, often looking for Javier for advice after work, although he was always beaten miserably, but the effect was still there, and Will, who was stuck in the bottleneck of strength, was still slowly getting stronger at a less obvious speed.

Therefore, Javier is very relieved of Will, and the ordinary Imperial Envoy will definitely not be his opponent.

At the moment when Javier shifted his attention, Saavimin, who was silently examining him on the other side, suddenly stepped forward in an instant, waved his arm, and the cold blade drew a white straight line in the air, and the cold light quickly wiped towards Javier's throat.

"Boom!"

The swift slash of the long sword was blocked by Javier's raised hand and the hilt of the gun, and the moment of collision, sparks overflowed, reflecting in Javier's indifferent eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly outlined a knife-like arc, saying, "Are you in such a hurry to die?" ”

Savimin didn't answer, and after a blow was ineffective, he drew his sword and retreated, narrowly dodging Javier's ensuing sweep, the oncoming wind blowing his hair back.

Then he regrouped, and the long sword in his hand slashed out one after another at a super high frequency, like a continuous storm's breath, intending to devour the enemy in front of him.

In the face of this storm-like attack, Javier took steady steps, and his spear swirled like a dragon and snake, either blocking or countering, like a tree rooted in the ground in the wind.

The clash of guns and swords between the two stirred up bursts of violent sound waves and air waves, like the most fierce and high-pitched war drums in the world, and Javier was quite surprised to find that the strength of the man in front of him was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.

Savimin's swords were fast, fast enough to keep up with Javier's pace of battle, and each sword was so heavy that it was hard to imagine how his emaciated body could burst with such a level of power.

Judging by Javier's eyesight, Savimin's overall strength is only slightly weaker than Arowen, and compared to Marika, he can be evenly matched, which is already enough to threaten his level.

But that's about it.

Javier's eyes suddenly flickered, and then the right arm holding the gun shook hard, directly swinging away the long sword that Savimin slammed at him, and the former's arm was uncontrollably raised into the air, and his body retreated.

Javier took the opportunity to activate the Imperial Tool, his left arm stretched forward, and pointed his palm forward, and then the wind elemental surged like a tidal wave, instantly condensing more than two dozen wind blades and shooting towards Savimin.

Savimin's eyebrows furrowed, and he changed from holding the sword in both hands to holding the sword in one hand, his arm trembling rapidly at an indistinct frequency, and a cloud of silver-white intertwined light and shadow danced in front of him, slashing down the wind blades that shot out one after another.

However, due to the haste of the response, Savimin was still hit three times by this series of wind blade attacks.

One blade slashed his left cheek, another cut his right thigh, and the last one was so severe that it went straight through his abdomen and then through his lower back, and blood gushed out from his front and back like wells.

But Javier's attack wasn't over, as he quickly clenched his left fist and exploded, stretching his arm joints back and striking him hard into Savimin's jaw.

Savimin hurriedly bent his arm to defend, and after a bang, he slid backwards for more than twenty meters before he could stop, his left arm used for defense was unnaturally bent and drooping, and even a bloody white bone protruded from his elbow, which was actually shattered by a punch.

"The winner is decided." Javier said coldly.

But in the next moment, a scene that he didn't expect appeared.

I saw a large amount of white smoke suddenly coming out of Savimin's body, and the white smoke emitted a hot heat that seemed to burn his skin, and the source was the place where he had been injured before.

Immediately after, whether it was the side of Savimin's face, thighs, abdomen, or his broken left arm, they all began to repair at a terrifying speed, and the wound made a scalp-tingling wriggling sound.

By the time the white smoke cleared, and only a few seconds had passed, the injuries on his body had disappeared, and even the severed arm could move as before, only the tears and blood stains on the monastic robe were still silently proving that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.