In the crazy howl of the people of the Duanzheng Dynasty, the blood of the red dragon burned, and they felt that this was their provocation to the Wu people, and they hated to rush out of the village and fight with the people of the Duanzheng Dynasty.

When the soldiers of the Duanzheng Dynasty were about to rush to the river, the patriarch suddenly shouted: "Throw the gun, throw!"

The people on the stone wall picked up the wooden throwing spear that was leaning against the wall and threw it with all their might. A row of guns flew out and put them into a dozen upright dynasty people, and those who were shot by the upright dynasty lay on the ground and howled miserably, but some were killed by one shot.

As a result, the sand dunes outside the stockade were splashed with blood, and the tragedy of war began.

As for all wars, as long as blood is seen, the war cannot be stopped, unless on the one hand, it is imminent, because there is a hatred between them about life and death, which cannot be resolved.

As soon as it was launched, the people of the Righteous Dynasty saw blood, and it also aroused the nature of the Asuras. They looked even more ferocious and frenzied, and in a roar, they quickened their impact and rushed towards the river in front of the stockade, as if they wanted to jump over it.

Singh, who was originally standing by the river, also moved when he saw the death of a soldier, raised his hook knife monster and screamed, kicked his legs, and the naked eye saw a wave of air rushing into the ground, and the whole person bounced up, like a wild wolf scurrying across a small river more than a foot wide.

I saw his figure flashing, and he was already standing in front of the closed gate of the stockade.

Singh stood in front of the gate, holding his head high, looking at the people on the stone wall and shouting: "Barbarians, give you one last chance, lay down your arms, don't think about rebelling against the powerful and upright dynasty, resistance will only bring you death, now let you see my thunder and anger." ”

He didn't care what the people on the stone wall reacted to, just to say that. And he raised the hook knife in his hand high and posed in a pose that he thought was handsome.

Sure enough, the soldiers of the upright dynasty cheered. And the asuras were even more irritable and seemed to be even more crazy.

With a smug smile on his face, Singh glanced back at his soldier, as if appreciating the soldier's cheers on him.

But he quickly put away his smile, and his eyes showed murderous intent. I saw him swing the hook knife forward, and a blue lightning burst out from the hook knife and flew towards the wooden gate of the stockade.

In the flight, the electric light conjured up a substantial hammer shadow and smashed it on the gate of the stockade, only to hear a loud "boom", and the heavy wooden gate more than a foot thick was blown out of a basin-sized hole by the electric light, and the electric light and sawdust flew everywhere.

The patriarch on the stone wall and Wu Gong glanced at each other, feeling that this person's skill was not low, at least for the time being, no one in the Menghuan Cottage could resist this blow except for them. In their understanding, if they can emit electric light, they must be metallic.

But the skills of the people of the Correct Dynasty are not as complicated as they think, and their strength comes from devouring.

As long as there is a force in nature, it can be devoured, and then according to the exercises, focus on devouring a certain part of the power, so that a certain force becomes stronger and stronger, and the power that was originally devoured indiscriminately, some useless, will slowly fade, so that the person concerned loses this ability.

The strength of the people of the correct dynasty is based on the exercises, there are as many kinds of exercises, there are as many kinds of power, the premise is still a matter of time, because the more you learn, the more time you have, so they specialize in a certain power, and Singh's main power is thunder and lightning.

When the patriarch saw this scene, he said to Wu Gong with some bitterness: "Old thing, I have me here, you can take people to run, try to run into the mountains, and leave some roots for the Menghuan clan." ”

Before the witch could speak, Singh burst out laughing arrogantly. "See, this is the power of the upright dynasty. Give up your resistance, lay down your arms, and be our slaves. This sentence exposed his face.

The patriarch was so angry that his white beard trembled, and he roared wildly: "Shoot arrows, throw guns, shoot these shameless robbers!" As he spoke, a stone throwing spear appeared in his hand and threw it at Singh.

After the throwing gun came out of his hand, it turned into a yellow light and shadow, and went straight to Singh, the throwing gun had a sharp and killing intent.

Wu Gong's face was so angry that his face turned pale, and he didn't say much, and with a wave of his hand, the spirit ghost pillar staff flew out. The staff instantly turned into a skull the size of a half-foot, flashed in the sunlight, and shot at Singh like lightning.

Although Wu Gong flew out later than the patriarch's spear, he was twice as fast as the patriarch's spear and arrived in front of Singh first.

The skull's red eyes flashed, and when it opened its mouth, a white gas erupted, and then it opened its big mouth, revealing its sharp teeth, and bit down.

Singh was holding his head high and laughing loudly at the village, when he saw a purple skull flying towards him, he didn't dare to be careless, and the red light on his body became intense, but in the red light, a strong bloody aura was exuded, which made Singh look a little murderous, and his handsome face was also hideous.

He subconsciously took a step back, and swung the hook knife in his hand, slashing at the flying skull.

The Witch Nation Spirit Witches use their magic power to perform witchcraft, and unlike the War Witches, they use their soul power to manipulate things. Therefore, the things controlled by the spirit witch can be transformed, and within a certain range, they can be controlled by the divine sense.

Wu Gong's pillar staff itself has no spirituality, but under Wu Gong's command, it seems to have spirituality, seeing the hook knife waved, the skull turned crooked, flashed the hook knife, flew directly behind Singh, and bit down on the head.

Taken by surprise, Singh instinctively took a step forward, then turned around, clenched his left hand into a fist, and a blue light erupted to meet the flying skull.

The fist collided with the skeleton with a roar, and a wave of qi rushed out from Singh's feet, kicking up a cloud of dust, and a ripple of power scattered in all directions, causing the righteous dynasty soldiers who rushed to his side to retreat again and again, avoiding the remnants of power.

He himself took a few steps back, which made him a little farther away from the gate. He knew in his heart that he had lost this fight, his fist was shattered by the skull, and the skin on his hand was torn apart, making his hand a bloody blur.

But before he could stabilize his figure, the patriarch's magic power threw his spear, like a spiritual snake, into the dust that was raised.

Singh was heard in a cloud of dust, let out a strange scream, and the sound was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air.

At the cries, Wu Gong's spirit pillar staff bounced back quickly from the flying dust, and it should have been struck back by Singh.

Wu Gong made a move, and the pillar staff flew back, he reached out to hold the pillar staff, and involuntarily took a step back, his face a little pale.

Because of the weak physical strength, the spirit witch could not withstand the power of the pillar staff and suffered some damage.

The flying dust cleared, and Singh was revealed, but he was embarrassed.

There were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, the left arm of the armor had been torn, and he could see a blood mark on the white and tender skin, and blood was dripping. Although the hook knife was held in his hand, it kept shaking, and his left hand was a blur of flesh and blood, obviously injured.

Except for a few deep footprints on the ground, there was no spear flying out of the patriarch, which had been transformed by the patriarch with the power of earth and had melted into the air.

In this scenario, it can be seen that Singh was defeated in the confrontation with the patriarch and the witch prince. It's just that Wu Gong's pillar staff and the patriarch's magic power throwing spear only hurt him, but did not kill him.

Singh raised his head, looked at Wu Gong and said with a cruel smile: "Barbarian, only this little ability can't stop us, let you see my strength." ”

This time he didn't raise the hook knife, but the red light on his body was even stronger. Slowly raising his hand, a big purple hand appeared in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, the big purple hand roared and rushed towards the gate of the village.

A violent roar sounded, and the gate, which was more than half a foot thick and more than two feet high, was smashed by the big purple hand, and became a piece of powder flying in the air. And the aftermath of a force also caused ripples in the small river at the gate of the stockade.

The gate of the cottage was broken, which made the soldiers of the righteous dynasty even more crazy, because they had already seen the final result, and the fortress was about to be captured by them.

Singh, who was supposed to be proud, did not laugh, but spurted out a mouthful of blood, thinking that he had been injured just now, and he forcibly performed this trick, which made his injury worse.

"Charge me, if you dare to resist, kill!" he shouted at his soldiers, a little annoyed.

Then he looked at the scar on his left arm, and the injured hand. seemed to be happy again, and said to himself: "It's okay, I didn't hurt my face, otherwise it would be troublesome, and women don't like me anymore." ”

The upright soldiers outside the stockade rushed over with loud shouts. The Asuras were able to jump over the small river at the entrance of the village, and the Asuras carried a few big trees from there and fell sideways on the small river, and groups of Asuras rushed to the village along the big trees, shouting.

Wu Gong raised the wooden staff, pinched the seal with his left hand, and took a sharp breath. The originally short body suddenly became taller, and it roared angrily at the soldiers of the upright dynasty.

I saw a fierce wind rolling up on the ground and rushing towards the soldiers of the upright dynasty.

This wind was different from the previous one, it was no longer pure wind, but the wind was mixed with countless wooden thorns, which were formed by the broken wood of the gate and the drawbridge.

The wind swept the wooden thorns and shot them at the soldiers of the Duupright Dynasty, and the slow ones were already stabbed, and they fell to the ground and screamed. Jump into the river or climb on the ground, causing chaos among the people of the upright dynasty.

Singh didn't expect Wu Gong to have this trick, so he was so frightened that he waved the hook knife and blocked it in front of him, and the red light on his body kept flashing to protect himself. You must know that he is the closest one to the walled gate, and if he is injured again, it will be too embarrassing.

The patriarch also shouted: "Shoot arrows, throw guns, don't let them rush over, hold the cottage." ”

He grabbed several wooden throwing spears leaning against the stone wall in succession and threw them, each of which struck a decent soldier and caused a scream.

On the stone wall, the Menghuan tribesmen drew their bows and threw their throwing spears, only a whistling sound could be heard.

Under the stone wall, the soldiers of the upright dynasty who were blown down by the strong wind had not had time to get up from the ground, when they found that powerful arrows and throwing spears were flying, and the slow ones did not even have a chance to block them, so they were firmly nailed to the ground by the throwing guns.

Judging by the results, armor is not everything that can be blocked. At a certain distance, it is impossible to block arrows and throwing guns.

Because there were no feathers of wooden and bamboo arrows in the stockade, although they could not fly long distances, and their accuracy was poor, they were fast and rapid at short distances, and the arrows could easily penetrate the armor and injure those who were upright dynasties.

The Wu people's throwing spears with magical power can pierce through the thick-skinned mountain beasts in the mountains and forests, and although the metal armor is hard, it can't block the full force of the magic power.