The smoke was so thick under the city gate that the ground could not be seen clearly.

He Lingchuan was not idle, and waved his hand to everyone: "Come, go to the second round!" ”

He has good eyesight, and he saw that the first few fire crossbows were shot out and were all knocked away by Nian Songyu, and he could indeed fight after this rage, He Lingchuan thought that it was best to send the Buddha to the West Heaven.

Anyway, the first round was done, and it was a complete tear with the national teacher, and then the second and third rounds were at most torn off their bottoms, and everyone had no objections, they were all buried in the loading.

The second round was also sent out smoothly.

Only then did He Lingchuan discover that the movement of firing nail bullets was the loudest, which was deafening, but in fact, the power may be more terrifying than the catapult. Although it won't explode on the ground, this improved catapult on the city gate actually has a burst function, and after being filled at one time, it can throw twenty-four rolling stones in a row!

If it is manually controlled, errors are inevitable; But in Panlong City, which was controlled by Heijiao, almost all of these twenty-four rounds smashed in the same position, that is, where Sun Fuping stood.

He Lingchuan put himself in his shoes, if he stood in Sun Fuping's position, he would not be able to catch the fourth flint and would be beaten into a piece of paper, well, or crushed into meat sauce.

So, did they interrupt Sun Fuping's evil spell casting?

Demon apes and sand leopards made of scorched earth and magma took shape again, rushed up and began to pull.

Stone balls, nail bullets, and other messes have turned the clearing into ruins and a lot of debris.

Even Hei Jiao lowered his head, wanting to see the two of them live or die.

……

Ignoring the gasping sound around him, He Chunhua's mind was racing fast.

The Blood Sacrifice Array is already in operation, and it will take effect in the blink of an eye, what should he do, where is there still a way to live?

His gaze fell on the commander of the Gale Army, ten feet away.

These resentful spirits did not go away, but they retreated not far away.

He Chunhua suddenly had a plan, and gestured at them again-

Offensive!

Attack towards the Heavenly Thunder Formation!

In other words, before his death, the Gale Army would never wave at Zhong Shengguang. But at this moment, one of the remaining wills of these heroic spirits is to obey military orders and move forward bravely!

Thousands of heroic spirits turned their heads in unison, gathered the surrounding resentful spirits again and rushed to the Heavenly Thunder Formation, and they followed closely behind.

Soon, nearly a thousand resentful souls collided with the formation and disappeared.

There were no more wandering resentful spirits nearby, and the shouts of the gale-winded officers and soldiers pierced the sky.

Then, they raised their swords, spears, and spears and rushed towards the formation!

The sound of hooves is like thunder and horses, like dragons.

Facing such a team is like standing at the head of the Guantang Bridge, looking at the tide of August 16.

He Chunhua yelled: "Give up resistance, pay attention to dodge!" ”

Then, the Gale Army collided head-on with the Heavenly Thunder Formation.

This time, the tremor of the formation was more intense than the previous two times.

The first three rows of heroic spirits didn't even have time to roar, and they turned into flying ashes.

The latecomer fills the position without the slightest hesitation.

The thunder rumbled, but the number of Heroic Spirits scattered was visibly reduced to the naked eye.

Finally, when the sixth row of heroic spirits also arrived, He Chunhua's social order lost the last trace of green light.

The wand head finally opened its mouth, and the kite-coin fell to the ground, but was overshadowed by the sound of horses' hooves.

The sky thundered.

Among them, of course, there is the work of the Blackwater City Army giving up resistance and having no fighting spirit, and there is also the impact of the outstanding hegemony of the Gale Army.

He Chunhua didn't care about anything else, and strode out of the formation.

His impatience is the best example, and the others move in the same way as him, even trampling on each other.

It was just two feet out of the formation, and there was a painful scream from behind.

He Chunhua turned around, and that scene made him creepy:

The red light of the Blood Sacrifice Array rose up to the sky, ten times stronger than before?

There are hundreds of people under him, and there is always a difference between fast and slow when he goes out, and there are dozens of people who failed to escape in time, and then they fell to the ground, as if they were drained of all their strength.

But no one else dared to come to the rescue, because their skin quickly sneered, and after three breaths, their skin and bones were covered with bones, their nails fell off, and their hair turned white, and they withered like straw.

He Chunhua watched a crony ask for help from him, and his hand was stretched out of the formation. He was originally a small triangular eye, but because of a skull-deflated face, his eyes were bulging and round.

He Chunhua wanted to pull the person out, but when he walked to the edge of the circle, he retracted his hand. Eventually, the man's eyeballs rolled out of their sockets and landed on the ground.

Situ Han's hands and feet were faster, and when he saw his brother fall on the edge of the circle, he hurriedly pulled him out with the back of his knife. But he was also ruined from the waist down, and he wailed on the ground.

When the red light dissipated, only dozens of white bones in clothes and hairs fluttering in the wind were left in the formation.

And I don't know when there was a cloud of white light in the array, and before everyone could see it clearly, it drilled into the pond well!

The strange thing is that the pond where resentful spirits can enter and humans can also enter, this white light can't enter.

It was bounced back.

Bai Guang seemed to be in disbelief, and hit it twice in succession, failing one after another.

When the Blood Sacrifice Great Array was launched, the Gale Army was also far away, as if it knew how powerful it was; It wasn't until the red light disappeared and the Heavenly Thunder Formation lost its effectiveness that the Gale Army gathered around.

The white light seemed to attract their attention, and the white light hit the wall in the pond, and several leaders of the Gale Army looked at each other, as if they had a heart, and threw out a catch net first.

The white light seemed to have eyes, and it flashed away, but the net became several times larger out of thin air, and it was still holding it at once.

The Gale Army closed the net, and then the swords, guns, swords, and lances beckoned to the net, and each blow was really on the white light.

Their weapons were non-corporeal, but they shattered after a few punctures, and even the arms holding them were blurred little by little. The soldiers on the side raised their swords and cut off the leaders' large arms at the shoulder, which stopped the change of the soul body.

As a Heroic Spirit, this injury is nothing and can be recovered in time.

Seeing this, the commander of the Gale Army, who was the first to fight with He Chunhua and others, once again threw the weapon in his hand as a javelin, and the white light was in the middle.

Yu Jiang also followed suit.

Seeing this, Situ Han also threw out his long knife, but as a result, it fell into the pond well, without causing any damage to the white light.

He Chunhua said: "Pure weapons are not good. ”

Seeing that the Gale Army was about to inflict a second wave of damage on the white light, the latter suddenly became brilliant.

That light is no longer human, and even the heroic spirits have to avoid it.

Fortunately, the bright light only lasted for a moment, and when everyone came back to their senses, the white light disappeared in place.

The generals of the Gale Army stood for a few breaths, as if they had received some news or made some decision, and led their soldiers and horses to rush into the pond.

After all, there is no entity, there is no need to scramble, how vast they are when they get out of this pool, and how fast they are when they return.

In just a dozen breaths, there was not a single heroic spirit in front of the temple.

Everyone stood on the sidelines, panting, and was silent for a long time.