In the south of the city, someone finally couldn't bear to make a move, and shot at a peaceful soldier, and suddenly burst out, hitting the vital point, extremely ruthless. When the patrol saw the identity of the person who shot it, his face changed drastically.

Xiao Chong, a gold-level master, once made trouble in the south of the city and was shot by Nie Pohu.

The attacked Heian warrior Lightning unleashed his shield and moved backwards. The other warriors slashed out in unison, aiming at Xiao Chong's heart, dantian, throat and eyes respectively, closely cooperating, as fast as lightning.

A trace of disdain flashed in Xiao Chong's eyes, and a group of silver-level people also dared to attack him, and they didn't measure their strength, their internal force burst out, and the distance of the long sword breaking through the space pierced the shield.

Ding——

The bronze shield of the Double Golden Stone Spell exploded, and the fragments shot out in all directions. The warrior struck like a lightning strike, the tiger's mouth spilled blood, his eyes flashed fiercely, the retreat stopped, and another shield appeared, putting on a bison charging posture, only an indomitable fierceness.

"Look for death!" Xiao Chong's evaluation was only two words, and he couldn't care about it. The double golden stone curse bronze shield produced in the south of the city is very famous, but the sword in his hand is a silver high-grade, his own gold-level master, under the skill bonus, the double golden stone curse shield is a joke.

Bite!

The crisp crash was a little more dull, the fire was shining, and the shield was cracked, but it didn't break. Xiao Chong was stunned, the same shield, but it was hard and terrifying, he seemed to hit a mountain.

The other Heian warriors seemed to have known that this would happen, and suddenly accelerated, and the long sword and broadsword stabbed into Xiao Chong's body, and blood burst out.

"You ...... Damn it! Xiao Chong was furious, the body of the gold-level master was extremely sensitive, the sharp pain had just come, he had already reacted, his body rotated, and in an instant he avoided all the vital points, the sword light exploded, and the two fighters on the left and right flew out horizontally, and a narrow sword hole in his heart took several seconds before a wisp of blood flowed out.

Snort –

The third warrior died, and his head was cut off.

When—

A shield appeared, blocking Xiao Chong's fourth sword, and the flames were shining, and the shield appeared with fine cracks, but it was not broken. Xiao Chong's arm was numb, and he finally remembered what kind of shield this was.

There is a kind of triple golden stone mantra bronze shield in the south of the city, which is only used by the soldiers of Heian and is not sold outside, and outsiders can get it

It's just a double gold stone charm shield. The Triple Golden Stone Charm Shield has five to six times the defense of the double. Xiao Chong has always scoffed at this kind of behavior with the help of external forces, and now he knows that this thing is still somewhat useful.

Xiao Chong's offensive was blocked, and it was an opportunity created by the Ping An soldiers through their efforts, and the sword light shrouded Xiao Chong again. The corners of Xiao Chong's mouth were hooked, and his disdain was still there. Think you can turn over with a few tattered shields? It's naïve.

The long sword changed its move in an almost impossible situation, stabbed at the warrior in front of it, and with a poof—it was like a bamboo, and it pierced in one fell swoop. Xiao Chong's face changed, and the lightning retreated, but it was too late.

The reason why the warrior who was pierced through his body was so hit was because he took the initiative to send the sword. Almost at the same time, a shield appeared on the left, right, and back, surrounded on all sides, and then separated, and the blood light bloomed, and Xiao Chong broke out with an earth-shattering scream, the cry was full of pain and regret.

Bang, bang, bang.

The three fighters who were separated did not withdraw on their own initiative, but were shaken away, and each of them was shocked more than ten meters away, fell to the ground, and had turned into corpses, bleeding from the seven orifices, and all the internal organs were shattered.

The warriors on the front have turned into countless pieces of minced meat, sprinkled in all directions.

Xiao Chong stood proudly in the center of the street, dancing for a long time, and his momentum soared to the sky, but it was only for a moment, and the monstrous momentum was like a punctured balloon, and it was discharged in an instant. A wisp of bright red overflowed from the heart and stained the clothes, expanding the red area. Xiao Chong's face changed many times, and finally froze, and the moment his eyes turned gray, he fell straight down.

Even if you are a gold-level master, if you have your heart stabbed, you won't be able to live.

The strength of the patrol was 10 people, and now there are only two left. The two Heian soldiers were expressionless, silently cleaned up the battlefield, handed over to the other patrols who arrived, and returned to the headquarters.

Many people who saw this scene were awe-inspiring. From Xiao Chong's violent injury to the end of the battle, the time did not exceed 10 seconds, and the final result was that the Ping An team paid the price of eight people to kill a gold-level master, this kind of combat power is simply terrifying. Under normal circumstances, a gold-level master can kill a silver-level in seconds.

Many people who were about to move suppressed their thoughts, and the high-level in the south of the city disappeared, but the low-level warriors were not soft persimmons, and they couldn't be handled casually.

"Dirt Chicken Tile Dog!" The voice of disdain spread throughout the south of the city, a breath

A gloomy youth appeared at the entrance, dressed in a dark robe, as if blackening the surrounding void.

Poet!

Seeing that it was him, the faces of the Heian soldiers who rushed over changed. The new master of this blue city, the road to rise is the road to killing, except for the loss at the hands of Liu Wei'an, there is basically no defeat.

"Liu Wei'an, where is it, let him get out and see me." The ink man squinted at the sky, and the highest of these people in front of him was only at the peak of silver, and he was not qualified to let him look at it.

The soldiers of peace glared angrily.

"Our city lord has gone offline, if you want to see him, just wait here." The vice-captain who came in a hurry spoke, he was also extremely angry, but he was still able to keep calm.

The pitch-black sword flashed, extremely fast. As soon as the vice-captain's feet were raised, the long sword was only halfway drawn, and all movements stopped, and a fine trace of blood overflowed from the center of his eyebrows.

Bang!

The body of the vice-captain fell to the ground, and the look of horror in his eyes froze. No one expected that the ink man would suddenly make a move, as soon as he made a move, he was thunderous and fast, and the vice captain was also a gold-level master, although it was only in the early stages of promotion, but his strength should not be underestimated. But he couldn't even catch a single trick from the ink man.

The soldiers of Ping An were furious, and they rushed forward in a swarm of flocks. The corner of Moke's mouth sneered, a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and when his finger pressed on the hilt of the sword, Xu Banxian appeared.

"Stop!"

The signboard turned into a canopy and shrouded all the warriors, and all of them were rolled back.

"Leave it for me!" The ink man struck, and the sword was in the air, as if he wanted to cut the heavens and the earth in half.

The darkness and white light collided, bursting out with a dazzling brilliance, and the person looking at this side subconsciously blinked his eyes, the battle was over. The inkman's sword has been sheathed. Xu Banxian was far away from him, and the Ping An soldiers who rushed up were all rescued, behind Xu Banxian. Judging from the scene, it was Xu Banxian who won the game.

"Blind, dare to come forward before the injury is healed, is it too long?" The ink man's eyes were cold.

"Old Daoist, you are black, bad luck is accompanied, there will be a catastrophe in the near future, if you kowtow to me three times, Lao Dao may consider helping you resolve it." Xu Banxian had the tone of a worldly master, but the peace warrior behind him saw his hand behind his back trembling unnaturally.