It has been half a year since the occupation of Tianjin, and the number of wishers in Zhou Qingfeng's sea of knowledge has increased rapidly. When he first fought with Mang Gurtai, there were only a few thousand people who supported him. When fighting Xuanwu, the number of prayers increased to tens of thousands. And now in the face of Huang Taiji, this number has multiplied several times to more than 400,000.

With such a large number of wishers as the backing, Zhou Qingfeng seems to have the power of a country's king. His cultivation could no longer restrain the capacity of his dantian qi sea, and the power of the will that came from the void every moment alone was enough to support him to constantly drive the war machine to fight for a long time - this was the biggest hole card he dared to bring only a few people to trouble Huang Taiji.

As long as there is good management, we have never lost in the competition for manpower.

But Huang Taiji dared to bring only a small number of people to Tianjin, and he also had hole cards. The main culprit of the white tiger, the symbol of killing and conquest among the beasts. It simply abandoned the Ming Dynasty, which had been defeated repeatedly, and defected to the Jurchen regime, which was known for its barbarism and brutality, and even found Huang Taiji, who had the most potential for development, very directly.

Getting this Rui beast to be attached, Huang Taiji was simply happy to descend from the sky. This is also an important reason why Gu Yuanwei decided to follow him. In the latter's view, this is the future lord of the Central Plains.

At this moment, the two strong meet, and the brave wins!

In terms of morale and bravery, the killing White Tiger will never back down. This Rui beast has one attribute, that is, the more brave it becomes, the stronger it is. The harder it hits, the more powerful it fights back - Zhou Qingfeng manipulated the new war machine to kill the isolated island of time and space, and gave Huang Taiji and Baihu a shot each as soon as he shot. The man who hit him screamed and screamed, but after being wounded, they immediately fought back.

Seeing that the iron guy on the opposite side seemed to be quite powerful, the white tiger that could not be attacked roared wildly and split left and right into two, and the two figures separated again and became four. Thousands of years of conquest have made this tiger develop a conditioned reflex for fighting, and he doesn't need to think much about it to have a cracking trick.

Split into four, pounce at the same time, and also with flashes. The four white tigers disappeared out of thin air on the spot, and then appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng with a volley of downward pressure. The new war machine still held the gun in both hands, and after two shots, it found that the target on the opposite side was suddenly gone, and then it was pounced on by four opponents.

The white tiger clone, Huang Taiji also clone, and four fierce bloody knives slashed up together. For a while, two fists were invincible to four hands, and Zhou Qingfeng couldn't tell which of the four clones was real? He didn't have time to retreat, so he simply pulled the trigger on the head of the white tiger in the middle with his fastest hand speed, then turned the muzzle of the gun and slammed the butt of the gun into the head of the other white tiger.

The white tiger that was shot was knocked back with a whin, and the white tiger who was hit with the butt of the gun was also smashed backwards again and again. The butt of the rifle had already poked out its front paws before it could be smashed open, leaving several deep paw prints on the lower abdomen of the war machine. High-strength alloy steel is like a thin sheet of iron under its claws, which breaks when it is scratched.

The other two white tigers even pounced on the war machines, their fangs and sharp teeth were their most powerful weapons, and they kept biting and gnawing when they opened their mouths. Any defense, any body protection aura, in front of them is like tofu.

There were two huge and heavy tigers hanging on the body of the war machine, and even the steel body was shattered by the three of them, and even Zhou Qingfeng, who was in control, was unstable on his feet. The two bloody blades left a hole more than a meter long on the shoulder and chest of the war machine, and electric sparks even flashed in the gap, and I don't know what was damaged.

"Suffer death!" Huang Taiji felt that this battle was about to be won, and the power of this white tiger was really sharp.

The entangled machine of war erupted in rage. The prototype of this iron guy has two engines and normally has a thousand kilowatts of power. In the event of an outbreak, it can soar to 1,500 kilowatts in an emergency. This is several times more than the pitiful 200-odd kilowatts of the 'Road Rage'.

The so-called 'body strength is not lost', and the strong power gives Zhou Qingfeng the ability to be brutal. Facing the two white tigers that pounced on him, he let go of the super shotgun in his hand, his body shook, and with an iron fist swing, he hit a Huang Taiji's doppelganger back on the head with a bang, almost exploding. Then he grabbed the head of a white tiger and pressed it down and pressed it to the ground.

One second......

Bang bang bang bang ......, the heavy punch was like a torrential rain, and the force was like a pile driver, smashing on the white tiger's skull.

"Bit, bite, I'll tell you to bite!" The attack was as fast as thunder, constantly smashing a white tiger clone, especially its full mouth of fangs. At this time, any body protection aura was useless, and the white tiger's teeth were broken by several punches, his facial bones were shattered, and his mouth was bleeding. The whole head was smashed into the mud, more than half a meter deep. Most of the white tiger's body was pressed in.

"What Lao Tzu has now is strength!"

After a second of fighting, the beaten white tiger clone had no power to fight back, and he couldn't climb out of the big pit he smashed out for a long time.

In order to save their companions, the other three white tigers continued to attack. They pounced on the back of the steel machine, and they also picked and bit the vital points of the neck. Zhou Qingfeng, who was critting, stretched out his giant arm and grabbed it back, and immediately grabbed the neck fur of a white tiger behind him, and struggled to pull it in front of him - no matter how many years you cultivate, you can't stop Lao Tzu's mechanical power.

Huang Taiji, who was riding on this white tiger, fell down at the beginning, he hurriedly got up and swung his knife to chop, but found that the steel machinery controlled by Zhou Qingfeng grabbed his back again-the originally retracted rotor was hanging behind his back. The rotors will deploy again, and immediately begin to spin at high speed, and the whirring gale will immediately appear and go away.

Huang Taiji's clone who fell to the ground had just gotten up, and was immediately hit by the rotor, and his body more than three meters tall was smashed by the paddles made of composite materials. Unable to withstand any defense, Huang Taiji's doppelganger disintegrated on the spot, split into two, and fell to the ground and died. The rotor kills a doppelganger and then flies away, spinning and returning to the attack.

Zhou Qingfeng was elbowing the other white tiger lying on top of him, and there was a long and sharp thorn in the elbow of the steel machine, which viciously pierced the weak abdomen of the white tiger - the elbow was pierced several times, and blood holes appeared in the abdomen of the pierced white tiger.

This white tiger is biting at the alloy steel armor on the left shoulder of the war machine, this armor is thick and tough, and it is obviously full of holes, but it can't be torn off. The thorns on the opponent's elbow were about to smash its abdomen, and the flesh was blurred.

The white tiger had to let go, and the two steel giant arms pulled it back and dragged it upside down. These four or five meters high, seven or eight meters long behemoth can't bear the super power of 1,500 kilowatts, and after being dragged involuntarily, it was thrown forward. The rotors that were spinning back collided with the tiger, and the rotating blades were like a chainsaw, cutting through the white tiger's body at high speed.

The fur was flying, blood was splashing, bone residue was spurted, and the abdominal organs were like mud, scattered all over the ground.

By the time Zhou Qingfeng retracted the rotors, one of Huang Taiji and one of the White Tiger's clones was killed. There was also a white tiger that was hit with heavy punches and was full of bags, and its fangs were all broken. The other three clones had to retreat into an encirclement and flanking attack, and they didn't dare to act rashly anymore - what about the White Tiger Cultivation to jump to the tenth layer, the thing in front of him was stronger than the tenth layer of the bones!

After all, flesh and blood can't compete with steel.

Zhou Qingfeng laughed, retracted the rotors to his back, and stood still. The body of the war machine was covered with claw marks, cracks, and knife wounds left by the White Tiger and Huang Taiji, and although it was broken, it only increased its might.

As soon as the war machine stretched out its hand, the super shotgun that landed on the ground automatically jumped back into the palm of its hand. He grabbed the pump and clicked and pulled, the shell bounced, and a puff of green smoke floated out of the shell window.

The three-headed white tiger let out a low roar and circled around Zhou Qingfeng, looking for a flaw. Huang Taiji, who rode them, was vicious, and his chest rose and fell violently. In the face of the siege, Zhou Qingfeng didn't care. A dull laugh came from the metal skull: "It seems that Lao Tzu is a little more powerful." Guess how many bullets I have left? How many do you need to break your dog's head? ”

Zhou Qingfeng was so powerful that he gave Ye Na and the others great confidence. The wings of the big ocean horse flickered, and he kept volleying in the air, and he had already killed one of Gu Yuanwei's clones, and was chasing his other two clones around.

'Dog Meat' cooperated with the black warrior, and just beat a Jurchen guard with eight layers of muscles and bones and vomited blood, and he was about to be separated. However, Jia Gang was the most unlucky, he fought against several Jurchen guards alone, and he could only constantly recruit all kinds of powerful ghosts to assist in the battle.

Huang Taiji took a slight breath here, and the clone was about to enlarge the move when he became unified again. But this time, Zhou Qingfeng would not let his opponent seize the initiative, and he fired again and again without hesitation.

This time, the bullet stopped an inch in front of Huang Taiji's body, and it was the same every time - obviously Sibeile didn't dare to hold it up this time, and after realizing that he couldn't withstand the damage with the white tiger, he also mobilized the people he controlled to pray.

But......

"Huang Taiji, how many people are there in your white flag?" Zhou Qingfeng kept firing, and shot out all the remaining four bullets in the barrel of the shotgun in one go, "I'll just bully you and see how much damage you can resist!" ”

The four clones attacked at the same time, but not only failed to suppress the iron guy in front of them, but were killed by him. After such a call, Huang Taiji understood that he would definitely not be able to compete with the strength of the competition - the strength of the 'Road Tyrant' was already very large, and the new war machine in front of him was even more powerful and more violent. The emergency power of 1,500 kilowatts is stronger than that of the main battle tank.

The doppelganger couldn't win, so Huang Taiji had to merge. But the opposite side immediately fired four shots in a row, firing extremely fast, the bullet speed was faster, and it was impossible to dodge. Huang Taiji was immediately beaten painfully. Although there are a lot of people in the white flag, most of the people who pray in the sea are the bannermen of his white flag. These Dingkou are stoic, tenacious, and willing to live and die with the banner owner.......

But the number of flagmen of the white flag is too small, only a few thousand. As for the slaves, the slaves who endure hardships will not have a heart-to-heart with their high masters. Nor will the master accept the little will of the lowly slave, who is only qualified to work and die of exhaustion.

In terms of power, the super shotgun in Zhou Qingfeng's hand now is several times larger than the flintlock handgun that blasted Gurtai at the beginning. Just now, Huang Taiji resisted a hard shot and almost vomited blood. Now four shots are coming. He can only spread the damage.

But Huang Taiji really didn't expect that the giant firearm could shoot a total of eight bullets in a row—isn't a normal firearm only capable of firing one shot? Is this the demon fire in front of you?

didn't get a single shot, Huang Taiji knew that the sea was full of screams. After being attacked four times in a row, he knew that there were very few people in the sea who prayed. Many elderly and infirm prayer recipients could not even bear the damage they shared, and died directly. These four shots didn't seem to do anything to Huang Taiji, but in fact, they made him lose a lot.

emptied the bullet tube, but Zhou Qingfeng would not let Huang Taiji go. He simply ran forward, and beat the opponent with his bare hands—the war machine was so annoying, and it was not equipped with cold weapons. Even if Zhou Qingfeng prepared one, it was useless, and it was not recognized by the machinery itself.

Zhou Qingfeng strode forward, and a huge thorn suddenly protruded from the bottom of his feet, almost piercing him through the chrysanthemum. The white tiger on the opposite side finally remembered that he could still unleash all kinds of powerful spells, so the ground was convex or sunken, out of thin air or thunder or lightning. All kinds of eighth-level, nine-level, and even tenth-level spells have sprung up one after another.

Zhou Qingfeng finally dodged a ground mud and stone spike, and then faced a large number of ice spears and electric lights one after another. When he finally smashed the obstacles blocking the road one by one with his fists, the white tiger on the opposite side actually had wings and flew up with Huang Taiji's wings.

I'm grassing your mother, can't you fly if you bully Lao Tzu?

After the helicopter was converted, the ability to fly was deprived. Zhou Qingfeng could only stand on the ground, looking up at Huang Taiji. Huang Taiji stared at him in the sky, his eyes were bloodshot, and he scolded in shame after a long time: "Zhou Qingfeng, return my Fujin to me." I pay to redeem it from you. ”

"No-high-grate!"

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. You give me back my fortune. ”

"I'm not — high — happy!"

"I'm throwing in the towel. If you want gold or silver or a woman, I will give it to you. What do you mean by holding me Fujin? What do you want? ”

"I just don't—high—happy!"

Huang Taiji flew wildly in the sky. But he just didn't dare to come to the ground easily, so he could only scold loudly, wanting to pay the price for his woman.

Zhou Qingfeng on the ground started the rotor behind him, ready to give his opponent a ruthless blow at any time in the fierce wind. No matter how Huang Taiji negotiated, he stretched his tone and said one sentence - I'm not happy!