Yes...

In the mouth of the early stage of the innate martial artist, there was a sudden scream, which was extremely abrupt and terrifying.

I saw it impressively.

The bullet hit the warrior's chest, splashing blood, piercing the heart, and a bloody hole appeared, which was transparent from front to back, and it was possible to see that there were organs beating faintly in the chest.

At the same time, a large amount of blood spurted out from the front chest and back, like a spring, which could not be stopped.

His face was pale, his eyes were fearful, there was a hint of regret, he should not be so careless, he should be cautious.

But now, it's too late.

Eventually, blood erupted from his mouth and he fell to the ground, his eyes rolled and his head tilted, and he was completely out of breath.

What the!

The innate powerhouse who followed closely behind, saw this scene, his heart trembled, his face was shocked, he quickly stopped his pace, stood in place, and looked ahead, they felt that the area in front of them was like a flood beast, once they stepped in, there were no bones.

Just now they were careless, bent on playing with hot weapons, taking Yama Ghost Cultivation as a prey, no longer cautious, no longer careful, forgetting the existence of the crisis.

"Damn, I've been cultivating for so long, and my state of mind is still too low!"

Some people blame themselves in their mouths, scold themselves fiercely, and even clench their palms, sink their nails into the flesh, stimulate their nerves with severe pain, remember the lesson, and take it as a warning.

"You have to be careful, you can't be reckless. ”

Some strong people remind themselves that Yama ghost cultivation is not weak, hidden in the shadows, if there is still a fluke mentality, there will be no place to die, and you must stay calm.

At this moment, Chen Hao's voice came, very anxious.

"Everyone, get out of here, there's a lot of fire going to be fired. ”

He galloped through the air, across the sky, like a black light, constantly speaking, and the sound was heard in the four fields.

As soon as his voice fell, there was a change in the mountains and forests ahead.

Bang!

Bang!

Rumble!

......

The sound of gunfire and artillery exploded in an instant, and it was very dense.

Then I saw that the bullets and shells, like locusts in the sky, were densely packed, and they pounced on the strong people, which was very terrifying.

This scene is so similar to their dealing with ghost cultivators.

"Hide!"

Someone was horrified in his heart and shouted loudly to remind everyone, and at the same time, the person's body shook and retreated backwards.

However, there were too many people, too far forward, and too many shells, and for a while, it was impossible to retreat effectively at all, and they were enveloped by shells.

Yes...

There are shells falling on the body, and there are strong people screaming.

That is a strong man in the early stage of the congenital, the defense is not strong, and ordinary shells have a great lethality to them.

Blood flowers appeared, and the smell of blood permeated the mountains and forests.

There were also shells that hit the ground and hit giant trees, kicking up dust, shattering tree trunks, and flying sawdust all over the sky.

In an instant, the three early innate martial artists fell to the ground, their blood staining the red soil.

Chen Feng and others, who have a great hatred in their hearts, cherish their lives, have always been very careful, and when everyone is vain and scrambling with rockets, they are at the end, observing the surroundings and being careful.

So, they retreated in the first place, were not injured and appeared outside the firing range.

"There has been no loss, but here, the loss of four innate martial artists really shouldn't be!"

Chen Hao stepped into the void, watching the tongue of fire under his feet spitting out, bullets, shells, shooting lifelessly, and finally blocked out of the protective shield, unable to reach his identity.

His nostrils snorted coldly, and with a flip of his palm, the black-purple Heavenly Thunder Sword appeared in his palm, was firmly grasped, and had terrifying spiritual power, surging in the meridians, like a surging river, injected into the sword.

Airplanes...

The Heavenly Thunder Sword shook, and the sword roared, and a ten-zhang long destructive sword shot out from the sword body, scattering terrifying sword qi, raging the surroundings, setting off a violent wind, blowing up the dead branches and rotten leaves in the mountains and forests, and even dust.

Jiang Xiaolong and the others raised their heads and looked at Chen Hao in the sky, ashamed in their hearts, they didn't listen to Chen Hao's reminder just now, they shouldn't have been.

At this time, the tongue of fire is spewing out, too terrifying, and if you want to move forward, you must have people to turn the tide.

Only Chen Hao has this ability.

"Slash!"

Chen Hao held the Heavenly Thunder Sword in his hand, like a god descending from the sky, wielding a ten-zhang sword, earth-shattering, and vigorous.

The sword fell from the sky, cut through the sky, and slashed towards the ground. Everywhere I passed, there were black spatial cracks appearing, which made people look at it, and their scalps were numb and a little terrifying.

In front of him, the cannonball outside the protective shield, at the moment when the monstrous sword slashed down, was baptized by the sword qi, exploded directly, roared continuously, and in the sky, brilliant fireworks bloomed.

Bang!

The ten-zhang sword, separated from the sword body, was like a horse, slashed on the ground, the mountains and forests roared, the surface shook, the wet soil, and the hard rocks were all split.

Suddenly, the earth splashed, the mountains and rocks burst out, this area, like hell, like the Shura field, is very terrifying.

The giant trees and vegetation around all around were destroyed, and they became powder, and the smell of grass and green grass spread.

"It's scary, like a bulldozer!"

"The power of one person is comparable to all of us. ”

"Such a strong man is still very young, and our age has lived to be a ghost. ”

......

Many innate martial artists have never seen Chen Hao make a move, they have only heard of Chen Hao's combat power, and they have never believed it in their hearts.

Because Chen Hao is too young, even if there are three thousand white silk on his forehead, he can't dispel their contempt, thinking that Chen Hao is mythical by spreading falsehoods.

However, now when they see the power of this sword, they are frightened, smacking their tongues, and they despise nothing, only admiration remains.

Chen Hao is too strong, one person, can crush them all, the tall image is imprinted in the heart, regardless of age.

On the ground of the mountain forest, there is a deep ditch, ten zhang wide and 100 zhang long, exposed with wet soil, and there are gravel lying at the bottom of the ditch, as well as white bones, and even the remains of guns have been seen.

Chen Hao was silent and looked at the deep ditch.

These white bones were left behind by the ghost cultivators who hid in the underground fortress and carried guns and cannons.

The sword just now split the ground, slashed the ghost cultivator, and even smashed the hot weapon into metal particles.

"There's one more, not dead!"

Chen Hao suddenly exhaled, his body moved, he stepped down from the sky, stepped on the deep ditch, and walked slowly in one direction.

Jiang Xiaolong and the others followed Chen Hao, but there were doubts on their faces. This area has been dumbfounded, what else does Chen Hao have to do? Why not let the big guy move forward together?

Chen Hao walked to a certain position, suddenly stood still, the cold light in his eyes shone, and said in a cold voice: "Come out, don't let me do it, otherwise, you will die ugly." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaolong and the others were in an uproar, and understood that there were still ghost cultivators who did not die.

"Abominable humans, you have to pay the price. ”

In the wet soil, there was a sudden wriggling, and there was a bulge, which was slowly obvious. Mud blocks fall, revealing tracks.

This is a ghost cultivator, with black smoke and a dim ghostly aura all over his body, and there are Sensen's bones, which are exposed, and he looks miserable.

In his silver-white hand bones, he was holding strange explosives, with skulls painted on them, which were very hideous and dangerous.

(End of chapter)

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