When this army wearing heavy armor but holding two guns appeared, Zhao Guangyi's face turned completely pale.

He knew that the people on the top of this mountain had no way to retreat at this time.

"It seems that the fiasco of Blood Yang City has made these bastards hurt their muscles and bones, and they have jumped off the wall in a hurry. Zhao Guangyi turned his head to look at his son, and saw that he still looked indifferent, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed. As the god of war who was almost single-handedly supported by the Southern Empire, he knew the legendary army all too well - it was from the scars on his body, the bones of his own soldiers, and the lives of his brothers.

He knew that in this world, there was no army composed of humans that could defeat them, and there was no army that could face them head-on.

At this time, the person he valued the most, the wise trust he relied on the most, was the silver dust that he considered to be the last hope of the entire Southern Empire, but he was alone, facing such an army.

He knew that what was going to happen next was an absolutely life-and-death match.

"No! It can't be like this! No matter how powerful Silver Dust is, it is impossible to beat these people! They can directly occupy the Wind Wave Pavilion with one-third of their current manpower! Silver Dust - no, River Elder take the secret guard and all the people who can afford to hold weapons, and go to support Silver Dust!"

Zhao Guangyi's face was distorted and he yelled, but for the first time in his life, he saw that He Lao had rebelled against him.

He Lao had stopped shouting and stood at the front of the guard, holding his arms, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

"Lord Wang, listen to the old man's advice! People, no matter how powerful they are, they can't do the gods!"

"What?!What do you mean?!!" Zhao Guangyi was so angry by Helao's serious "joke" that he stomped his feet, but he was so anxious by the situation in front of him that he spun around: "Damn! Yinchen——, quickly take out those ballistas—"

However, the silver dust was destined not to hear him, because at this time, he only had these four hundred enemies in his eyes.

He couldn't care about the others at this time, and when he saw that no one in this army was wearing a shield, he understood that this was a battle to the death between one man and four hundred.

He understood the meaning of the twin swords and twin spears in the military formation, although he didn't know what the Blue Dragon Decisive Battle Camp was.

"Okay. I hope you don't regret it. Silver Dust lightly collided his fists, but there was a loud sound like an earthquake.

This is the signal for war.

"Orders, drums, trumpets, poisonous smoke from the disciples of the Poisonous Dragon Sect, the whole army marches forward! Those who retreat, their families are wiped out! Raze the three clans!!" The old man's voice sounded again, with a hysterical madness, it was a desperate madness, it was a madness that forgot to die. The total annihilation of the 80,000 Chinese troops in Xueyang City brought an almost devastating blow to the slaves of Jianzhou, but this blow did not make them sober up and did not make them retreat, but instead stimulated the paranoid brutality that they had hidden deep in their bones.

The moment the war drums roared, the pitch-black rainstorm fell, and the blood-colored electric light swept through the sky of the rolling black clouds, illuminating the top of the mountain into the blood-red of Shura's hell again and again.

One moment is the end of this so-called knightly war, and the next second, it is the brutal crushing between civilization and equipment.

......

When the white light that symbolized the transmission of the wind source disappeared, a shocking lightning flashed in Du Wuxin's unwavering heart. She didn't see the panicked faces of her targets as she wished, all she could see was the figure that stood proudly like death under the dark sky.

The pitch-black figure was absolutely unfamiliar to her, she would not know who that person was, and she would never think that that figure could have anything to do with Silver Dust.

She only knew that this time would be her last charge.

There is no chance of victory, for it is impossible for humans to defeat the masters of the underworld.

Dealing with severe poison all year round, and being accustomed to all kinds of painful and desperate deaths all year round, Du Wuxin has developed an instinctive sense of death, and has also allowed her to avoid many strange and inexplicable deaths. It was not the perception of danger, but the realization of death itself, she had seen too much death, so she also learned to identify death, find death, so as to keep herself away from death, but she did not expect that one day, she would be able to face the death of a real condensed substance, in human form.

Those exaggerated fists were much more terrifying to her than the scythe of the Grim Reaper in the Western Hell of Extermination. The moment she saw those giant fists, her heart, which had not fluctuated at all, suddenly trembled and spasmed, and suddenly showed the weakness of a girl that she had never shown in her life.

Her body tilted slightly, so small that it was barely noticeable, but it was real. She knew that she didn't dare to face the figure, she didn't dare to face the dark death that was as condensed as substance.

"Du Chuanchang!" At this moment, these three words only had bitter hatred in her heart.

At this moment, these three words are no longer the once extremely sweet family affection between brothers and sisters for her, but - the poison of love flowers!

Du Chuanchang is so poisonous that it can penetrate the intestines. Poisoning her own sister, who used to rely on her very much, is still the most ruthless, dirty, and irrepressible "poison of desire" for women, this kind of inhuman cruelty, I am afraid that only Du Chuanchang can do it in the world.

Du Chuanchang, this poisonous man who has lost the trust of the sect leader because of the silver dust, in order to regain everything he deserves, in order to return to the peak throne of the chief disciple and the number one young master in the world, is becoming another Long Aotian.

No, it's more terrible than Long Aotian, because Long Aotian is only loyal to himself, and it is impossible to be very forgiving and humble, even if he is a slave with three surnames, he can only be an ordinary minion who is not loyal enough to be careful all the time, and he, for his own enjoyment, status and interests, is a six-surnamed domestic slave who can be loyal to anyone, but can betray anyone in the next second, and at the same time can make anyone think that he will not betray him.

For example, now, Du Chuanchang, who completely defected to Prince Su, only used the poison of love flowers and a few words of slander to betray his own sister and his most loyal subordinates, and organized this Poison Dragon Sect death squad.

Du Wuxin is his sister, all the disciples around Du Wuxin are the same disciples who lost power in the Poison Dragon Sect as Du Chuanchang, these people once united under Du Chuanchang in the most difficult time, and together with Du Chuanchang, they fought for face, merit, and a lot of inequality and injustice, they were originally Du Chuanchang's best and last team, and they still think that they are Du Chuanchang's best and last dead soldier at this moment. Together with Du Wuxin, who was "also discarded by the sect leader", they were willing to be pioneers and forget to die, just to give Du Chuanchang a credit and a status, and then rely on Du Chuanchang's protection and support to reach the pinnacle of life.

After all, the unique formula of "Violent Sudden Zhu Poisonous Hand" was invented by Du Chuanchang, although he lost power, but the talent and ability he once showed will not be forgotten.

"All of the Poison Dragon Sect! For the sake of the great cause of our Holy Sect! For the sake of my lord Du Chuanchang can win over the others and inherit the great position! Rush to kill all the people in front of you!" At the moment when the military horn sounded, Du Wuxin did his best and shouted out the most undesirable words at the moment in the loudest and crispest voice. The poison of love flowers not only deprived her of control over her own destiny, but also completely canceled the relationship between her and Du Chuanchang.

She shouted, agitated, and at the same time released the poisonous smoke of Sanyuan according to the order from behind her, believing that the righteous path without taking the antidote in advance would not be able to endure it and would be defeated in an instant. She shouted and took the lead and ran a few steps, making a gesture of charging to kill the enemy, and then she quietly slowed down, trying to take the opportunity to shrink behind some people.

As for the so-called retreater, Ling Chi and other regulations, she would not consider it, because her entire clan, only Du Chuanchang was left, and if he could be pitted to death, Du Wuxin would be very happy.

But there was a familiar wind behind her, these winds were not tough, but they could push the petite her forward, she could neither turn nor retreat at the moment, she could only be coerced, watching herself rush towards the horror called death.

"No!" she exclaimed, and then she saw the black figure pretend to run a few steps.

The red lightning illuminated the top of the mountain, and she took advantage of that moment to see behind the black figure, spreading short, pitch-black iron wings.

The red lightning vanished, and in the darkness that suddenly came, she saw two red lights light up from under the iron wings, outlining the outline of the black figure very clearly.

In the next second, the red lightning clouds lit up, and she instinctively squatted down with her head in her hands, regardless of how many people she had tripped up, and even more regardless of whether she would be trampled to death by the Qinglong Decisive Battle Camp that rushed later, she only felt the heavy punch of the god of death passing past her.

It was as fast as an uncontrollable fate.

After that, she knew that she lost, the Poison Dragon Sect lost, and the northerners lost.

The Legion battle ended in just a split second.

......

Silver Dust ran three or four steps ahead of the pig, then turned on the propulsion system behind him, and at the same time, he unleashed the first magic demon crying slashing fist.

His figure disappeared in place.

His path was filled with a sonic boom.

His fists pierced through the jungle of chain mail, wind, and flesh, and anything that stood in his way was reduced to flying shards.

He pierced through the entire legion, rushed out of the forward rush of four hundred men, and only when the front was empty did he stop, kick his legs, and fly into the air with his thrusters.

Behind him, there was a tunnel of flames tumbling and flesh crumbling.

At that moment, Silver Dust and the nearly 400 kilograms of power armor on his body passed through the crowd of people rushing forward at a terrifying speed of Mach 4.4, and the flesh and blood turned into mud wherever they passed.

There were no wounded, only shattered corpses, and when the dark rain was stained red with blood, when the wind of the military force was shattered by the rotten and charred flesh, when the double chain mail was burned into twisted black scrap metal by the huge kinetic energy and the accompanying high temperature like an electromagnetic reconnect bullet, most of the people in the army had not yet reacted.

Silver Dust somersaulted in the air, a bullet case bounced out of his arm, another cannonball reloaded, and a yellow and black logo suddenly appeared on his other fist glove.

"Radioactive danger!"

He was on his head and feet, too lazy to adjust his posture, and directly swung out the fist with the radiation symbol.

In the next moment, he plunged headlong into the trotting army at Mach 4.4 speed.

After that, a huge orange-red cloud of fire rose into the sky, and the charge, considered the most powerful legion in the world, was forced to end just a second after the trumpet sounded.

......

The black rainstorm fell on one side of his face, cold and painful.

Du Wuxin opened his eyes, and before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, the first thing he felt was a sharp pain in his back. She could feel that the clothes and skin on her back, even a layer of flesh, had been torn off by the hurricane that had just pushed her.

She struggled to her feet, slowly raising her hands with steel claws in the torrential rain and the flames slowly rising beneath her feet, and stepped forward to continue her charge, however, she could only walk slowly forward at this point.

Like a refugee escaping from an air raid, she swayed and limped towards the enemy crowd. That was her final destination, either to die or to be captured.

She would never look back at this moment, because he didn't look and knew that there was no one behind him, those who were forced by Du Chuanchang, those northerners who drove their poor believers like cattle, were all wiped out when the hurricane that injured her soared?

As she walked, she smiled, a vague and sentimental smile on her bloodied face. She saw her first enemy, a tall woman, dressed in a long, dark dress that might have been black, and a pair of hands that were empty but bursting with a hint of blue wind and thunder.

The power of wind and thunder at the level of Liulan also carries the coercion of a master of returning to the void. Du Wuxin knew that she couldn't beat it, she smiled, and tried her best to urge the poisonous power of her whole body, and her hands moved forward with her violent Zhu poisonous hand and pounced.

"Either you're dead!'re me!" she shouted at the top of her voice, hoping that the other's hand would suddenly penetrate her breasts and crush her heart. She didn't want to be captured, because what she had heard and seen since she was a child was a terrible story of a female captive who was sold to a human tooth and then brutally abused. Du Wuxin, as a thorough demonic path, would not distinguish between the Iron Sword Sect and the Divine Sword Sect, which were both righteous paths, nor would he know the difference between the Xuantian Pavilion and the Iron Palm Gang.

She flew over, hoping that the green poisonous mist rolling up and down her body and the fierce moves on her claws would make the woman feel frightened and kill herself, but when a poisonous smoke erupted from the woman's sleeve, her heart chuckled, and she fell headlong into the woman's arms.