"Blow him up for me!"

Suddenly, the angry voice of the foreigner Veronte sounded.

Killing the officials of the Eastern Country on the territory of the Eastern Country, it seems that this Monsieur de Vilent is also a grumpy master, and he did not think at all that his immediate boss sent him to test the attitude of the Eastern Country, not to provoke contradictions.

"Purple powder? Veronte, you're really looking for death! ”

Lord Wang was stunned for a moment, and then an incomparably deep murderous terrifying voice sounded from his mouth, and within a radius of a thousand meters, everyone's minds exploded, and the terrifying sea of blood covered everyone's hearts.

"Iron Fist!"

At the end of the street, a gun team of twelve foreigners confronted an army of thirty soldiers led by a government official from the Eastern Country.

On the ground, there were more than 20 soldiers of the Eastern countries that had fallen, and in the ranks of foreigners, there were also four foreigners who fell to the ground.

The young foreigner Vilente was already covered in blood, and he obviously suffered a big loss at the hands of Lord Wang, who was the leader on the opposite side.

At this time, each foreigner held a round explosive on his mobile phone and made a gesture of throwing it, but their faces were dazed and frightened, and everyone was completely frozen!

On Lord Wang's body, his robe was agitated, his hair was open, the qi and blood on his body were running to a limit, and the skin of his whole body turned blood red, and it seemed that there was faint blood seeping out of the blood vessels of his body.

And as his fist unleashed, his breath once again triggered the roar of qi and blood, shaking the bones of his body, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of blood mist.

The terrifying fist distorted this layer of blood mist that curled straight up, forming a battlefield killing scene, countless people were fighting, shouting, and boundless killing intent shrouded a radius of hundreds of meters.

This is the iron-blooded fist technique created by Lord Wang who has led the border army of the Eastern Country to fight with the enemy army for many years.

Shrouded in this terrifying fist, whether it was the opposing foreign spear team or the army behind them, they all fell into a sea of blood, and the murderous and cruel and bloody battlefield suddenly descended into their hearts.

Just when their hearts fell into a dazed and frightened state, Lord Wang moved, with a loud bang on the ground, rubble flying, he was like a battlefield killing god, with boundless cruel killing machine, one step across more than ten meters, raised his fist, the whole body muscles rattled and rattled, condensed the strength of his whole body in the palm of his hand, and punched down at Vilent.

The terrifying fist surged out, directly distorting the air, tearing the air, and going down with his fist as the center, the air within a full ten meters was like a huge water bag, bombarded by the terrifying force, and instantly dented.

Before the fist arrived, the terrifying pressure had already crushed the foreign spear team on the opposite side to the ground, and the fierce wind tore their clothes and skin like an incomparably sharp sword qi.

At this moment of extreme crisis, Verent roared angrily, and actually forcibly broke free from the coercion formed by Lord Wang's terrifying spiritual will.

However, in front of him, Lord Wang's terrifying fist was already close at hand, and it seemed to possess infinite magical power, occupying all his sight, and in his field of vision, this fist was simply incredibly large.

"Wang Mo, you will definitely regret it!"

Vilent laughed miserably, and directly detonated the bomb in his hand, even death did not make Wang Mo feel better, such violent means, ruthless determination, so that Wang Mo, a general who had experienced a hundred battles, couldn't help but be shocked, hurriedly ran his fist, bombarded the air with a punch, and quickly retreated with his strength.

A terrifying sense of crisis instantly came from behind him, and that feeling was like the entire endless night that instantly surrounded him, turning into boundless darkness and pouring into his heart.

And just as he was rapidly retreating, the bomb in Virente's hand exploded with a bang, and the sound shook for ten miles, like the roar of Thor, resounding through the sky.

In a single shot, Veronte's body was blown to pieces, and then the terrible flames and shockwaves touched the bombs in the hands of the other foreigners, and the terrible explosion sounded again.

Twelve sounds in a row, because of the distance, these twelve sounds seemed to sound almost at the same time, and the terrible sound waves rose into the sky, turning into rolling sound waves, spreading all over a radius of dozens of miles, just like the angry rebuke of the gods to mortals, making people's minds buzz and their hearts sinking.

With the foreigner gun team as the center, the terrifying blazing shock wave spread wildly around, tearing the sky, like invisible thunder, with endless destructive power, tearing the earth, countless bricks and stones were set off by boundless violence, destroying mixed with the shock wave, spreading in all directions.

In just one moment, all the shops on both sides of the street were destroyed, the façade, the columns, even the stone lions at the entrance of some restaurants, were ruthlessly overturned, and the remaining momentum was unabated, still mixed with more bricks, stones and wood, swept away, like the roar of the hurricane god, setting off a boundless hurricane wave, tearing, destroying everything.

The terrifying power of this gunpowder is simply indescribable, it is only twelve bombs the size of a fist, but the power of the explosion exceeds a radius of 100 meters.

At the critical moment, Wang Mo stimulated his potential and finally escaped from the explosion area, at this time, he turned back with palpitations, feeling the surging aftermath of the impact.

It was just the blowing of the aftermath of the impact, and Wang Mo felt the skin on his face tingle, and it was conceivable what the result would be if he was in the center of the explosion.

When the aftermath of the explosion slowly dissipated, Wang Mo looked at the tragic scene in front of him, and his breathing couldn't help but be a little heavier.

"This bunch of foreign hairs really deserves to be killed!"

Wang Mo said hatefully, and the killing intent in his heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

In front of him, there was a ruin with a radius of more than 100 meters, and many people were directly crushed to death in their sleep.

After a while, a faint cry for help came from the ruins, and Wang Mo hurriedly fired signal flares and summoned people to come to the rescue while helping the injured who were crushed under the ruins.

In the distance, Liu Zhiying walked out of a corner of the ruins with palpitations, and hurriedly left here while Wang Mo was still saving people.

If there is such a big accident here, someone will definitely come to search, and if he stays there, in case he is caught, and then someone finds out.

After all, in the laws of the Eastern Country, illegal organizations like them are not within the protection of the law, and if they are killed, they will be killed.

(End of chapter)