As long as he thought that his future and destiny were turned one hundred and eighty degrees, Wu Mosa's heart was like a monstrous anger burning.

The chief clan elder was ambushed in his own territory and was in danger, and he was afraid that there was no hope for his original order.

Now, Wu Molian only hopes that he can quickly capture Blackwater City and rush to the mouth of the Blackwater River, and maybe save his life.

If you are lucky, coupled with the millions of years of accumulation you have hidden in the underground palace of the military palace, you may be able to maintain your current position.

But now, the west gate of Blackwater City is like a fortress, and under the repeated impacts, it is still as majestic as a mountain, and it is impossible to cross it at all.

Therefore, Wu Mosa no longer considers the loss of Wu warriors, even if it is a pile of corpses, it has to pave a way.

The three hundred-man team was put into the battlefield at one time, and the dense crowd of people could not be used at all in front of the not wide city gate.

Especially on the upper floor of the gate, the attack spirit patterns of those remnants of the human race, as if they didn't want money, smashed over frantically, almost completely enveloping the city gate within a mile of it.

Originally, a few pieces of spirit pattern jade talisman could kill one or two Wu clan warriors, but now, because of the dense charging line, the spirit pattern jade talisman that Leng Feng smashed out was amazing.

Almost every piece of Spirit Pattern Jade Talisman can kill and injure at least three Wu warriors.

Seeing in front of him, the tide-like warriors of the Wu Clan, with the explosion of the spirit patterns in the sky above their heads, rushed towards the city gate frantically, and Leng Feng's face instantly became solemn.

In his own hands, after all, there were only two hundred soldiers of the Nine Emperor Army, and now, the Wu Clan had invested nearly a thousand warriors before and after, and they continued to attack the west gate of Blackwater City.

The five-fold difference in strength, and this time, the Wu Clan is simply desperate tactics, Leng Feng vaguely felt that maybe this Blackwater City was about to be unable to hold it.

"Don't stop, everyone attack! Don't let them come closer, use the long-range advantage to kill these witches for me! ”

The battle knife in Leng Feng's hand kept slashing, and one after another the sword slashed towards the Wu Man, who rushed through the Spirit Pattern Bombardment Zone and approached the city, and roared loudly at the same time.

However, this time Wu Man's determination to charge far exceeded his expectations!

In particular, Wu Man is unusual, putting elite Wu Man warriors on the front line of the charge, and the speed of these elite Wu Man is more than twice as fast as that of ordinary Wu Man soldiers.

Moreover, when they are close to the city walls, relying on their strong own strength, they can even wield spirit weapons to resist the attacks of the city towers.

After half a day of fighting, there were less than seventy soldiers of the Nine Emperor Army under Leng Feng, who were still alive.

Moreover, the high-intensity spirit pattern attack made their consumption extremely high, and now, the number of spirit pattern jade talismans in the hands of each Nine Emperor Army soldier is not much.

As the number of elite witches rushing under the city wall increased, the entire battlefield was compressed to within a thousand steps in front of the city wall.

Ten breaths later, the first batch of ten elite witches, supported by the attacks of their companions, climbed up the city wall.

Seeing this scene, Leng Feng, who had been through a hundred battles, knew that Blackwater City really couldn't hold it.

"Withdraw!?"

Leng Feng's sea of knowledge flashed a thought.

Now Blackwater City is still in their hands, and the east gate behind them is still unimpeded, it is a road of life, and they have every chance to withdraw now.

Out of the east gate, surrounded by endless mountains, the chance of survival is very high.

However, this thought only flashed in Leng Feng's mind, and he was directly shaken out of the sea of knowledge.

"Can't be withdrawn!"

If they retreat now, maybe dozens of them will be able to survive, but .....

What about the Lord!?

The last strength of the Nine Emperors Army, four hundred brothers, what to do!?

When they were in the human palace, the moment they woke up by the lord unsealed Su, along the way, the lord took them, and fought repeatedly, whether it was Leng Feng or five hundred soldiers of the Nine Emperor Army, they all saw it....

In the Lord's body, there is hope for the restoration of God's kingdom!

"Dog, the witch of the day is alive, Lao Tzu is fighting with you!"

Leng Feng's eyes were blood-red, and he suddenly stood up from the city gate tower, with a spirit pattern in his left hand and a war knife in his right hand, and frantically pounced on the ten witch barbarian elites who climbed up the city tower.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Kill!"

Seventy soldiers of the Nine Emperor Army, following behind Leng Feng, roared like a pack of beasts, and pounced in unison.

Soldiers are the courage of generals, and they are the souls of soldiers!

I don't know when it started, the soldiers of the Nine Emperor Army are no longer weak people who have no power to fight back, and now, even in the face of elite witches who are several times stronger than them, they dare to hold their swords high and roar and charge!

All this is because ..... Lord!

Bang bang bang!

Two waves of people collided together, and under the collision, all kinds of air waves and blood light rose to the sky!

............

Blackwater River, estuary.....

In the same situation as the seventy Nine Emperor Army soldiers led by Leng Feng in Blackwater City, the Wu Barbarian guards on the Golden Mansion ship also ushered in the most dangerous time.

Because, Chu Yan took Sun Yuan and the other fifteen strongest warriors, and only three of them lost the price and entered the extremely stable spirit array crack.

The spirit array of this golden building ship is extremely strong, far beyond Situ Fatman's expectations, it took nearly half an hour, and the fat man who was sweating profusely was still in the process of cracking.

Such a change may make Chu Yan's plan fall directly into a dead end.

Situ Yang watched Chu Yan risk his loss, and through the crack of the unstable spirit array, the whole person was going crazy.

As an ancient spirit pattern master, the inheritor of the Mad Blood Martial Emperor, and the self-proclaimed world's first heavenly master, Situ Yang completely broke out, and all kinds of spirit patterns at the bottom of the box were taken out by him, and the cracking speed suddenly increased greatly.

However, at this time, Chu Yan didn't care about these anymore, because he had already stepped into the spirit array with eleven dead soldiers.

The crack of the spirit array, only a hundred steps away from the golden building ship....

However, when Chu Yan and the others had just appeared in the spirit array and rushed towards the third deck of the Golden Mansion Ship, it was this hundred paces away that was almost completely enveloped by the torrent of attacks of the Wu Barbarian Guards.

Hundreds of powerful attacks almost blasted the void at a distance of 100 paces through thousands of holes and collapsed in an instant.

This small group of Terran warriors must be stopped and get close to the Golden House Ship!

All the Wu Man's personal guards understand this truth, so every attack of the elite Wu Man does not spare a trace.

But it didn't work at all!

In the face of hundreds of attacks shrouded in torrents, Chu Yan's charge did not stop.

Urging the speed of the body method to the extreme, the sword qi lingering all over the body, the long afterimage pulled out by Chu Yan suddenly changed direction, folded at an angle of ninety degrees, and turned to the first floor of the golden building ship.

In just a few breaths, Chu Yan broke through the blockade of the attacking torrent, and his entire body rushed into the space of the first floor of the golden building ship.

In this way, the elite witch barbarians standing on the second and third decks of the Golden House Ship could no longer attack Chu Yan.

"Quick! Go down to the first floor and kill him! ”

Tito's roar rang out, and the elite witches of the brigade rushed to the staircase leading to the first floor on the second floor.....

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