The Imperial troops in the city reacted with hindsight and blew their horns.

By the time the trumpets sounded throughout the city, many of the Imperial soldiers had already fallen. Not to mention the Imperial Army, even the Dynasty soldiers themselves did not react, their savior had arrived.

With the earthly performance of Fukong, the despair that had originally wandered in the city was suddenly swept away, and the soldiers of the dynasty picked up their weapons one after another, and began to counterattack and seize the city with Fukong's posture.

Because of the momentary laxity and the surprise attack of Fukong, the imperial army was in a hurry for a while, and the dynasty army successfully launched a wave of counterattacks.

Fukong had just eliminated a few ordinary dynastic armies, and then he didn't need to deliberately look at it with his eyes, and he dodged a golden light gun with a bias.

Turning sideways, several priests hurried over.

They looked at Fukong, and their faces were solemn. I didn't expect the dynasty to send such a master for this small city. The impact of the previous picture of Fukong falling from the sky on them was not small.

And then Fukong's performance was even more incredible, he was simply mowing the grass, no, the grass was not as fast as him!

They even believed that Fukong was a magician.

In the understanding of these imperial clergymen, they can only accept that it is an unimaginable magic that can achieve such an exaggerated performance. As for the martial arts of the dynasty, although the history of martial arts has been heard, it is already history.

There is not a single true warrior of the dynasty in a hundred years, who can be sure that that thing once really existed?

If so, why not take it out on the battlefield sooner?

In the case of strange arts, occasionally there are some strange strange arts, which are like magic skills before they are thoroughly understood, but after familiarizing, understanding and even cracking them, you will find that they are actually just like that, and you can always find a way to deal with them.

Obviously, when they encounter the phenomenon of over-exaggeration, they are trying to explain everything in front of them in a way that they can understand in order to patch up their own worldview.

Afterwards, the priests began to watch each other cautiously and vigilantly around the Fukong.

Fokong stood where he was, waiting for a moment.

Hurried footsteps approached.

The rest of the clergy also arrived.

There were a total of sixteen Imperial Wizards present, and the one who was blown up by him at the beginning was gone, and the rest had all arrived.

Several magicians didn't dare to breathe, and their eyes exchanged back and forth.

Neither side spoke, everyone came here just for you to live and die, and Fokong didn't have the habit of surrendering and too much pre-game trash talk.

As for the magicians, they were probably too frightened to speak.

The next moment, one after another brilliant holy seals flashed out,

Several light guns spread and flew out, flying out of a distance and then quickly converging towards the sky.

Fukong raised his right hand straight, and opened his palm in front of him.

The light guns of the cluster all hit Fukong's palm, and at the same time tried to keep advancing, but although Fukong's robe fluttered and his hair swayed, his body did not move, and his gray eyes reflected golden light.

He was the first to come into contact with the magic of the Imperial Clergy.

This golden light is brilliant and magnificent, but at the same time it has a blazing heat and a strong impact, and even has a spiritual impact.

It's a very comprehensive anomaly.

After feeling it, Fukong's palm squeezed hard, crushing all the light guns.

The light disappeared briefly, and a sorcerer beside him quickly slashed out, the holy seal in his hand flickering and condensing into a small knife, which stabbed at Fukong.

Fukong stretched out his hand to set up all the opponent's attacks at will, and finally directly clamped the opponent's knife with two fingers, and knocked it out with a heavy shoulder, the golden knife remained between his fingers, and gently threw it on his hand, and looked at it carefully:

When using this method, the attributes that should be there are not weakened, but they are usually in a frozen state, and they will bloom when they touch the enemy.

Because of the solidified relationship, there is a possibility of getting rid of it for a short time, but if you don't continue to inject faith, it will quickly dissipate.

The magicians worked together to launch a fierce attack, they said they were magicians, but their fists and feet were not bad at all.

It is not to follow the path of the dynasty's martial arts, which is guided by qi and blood, condensing qi and specialization skills.

Instead, he directly blesses himself with some kind of strange art, strengthens the body, and then cooperates with some special combat methods, even if it is close combat, it is not weaker than ordinary martial arts practitioners.

It's really exciting.

However, Fukong recalled that after he knew that he couldn't learn the magic before, he paid very little attention to the magic before. I wanted to extract something in my mind to compare, and I remembered that my wife Zhuang He was a beginner when he was young, and he applied power to the stone and then made it fly out and smash people.

Considering the low threshold of allerie for the general public, there is no strict entry age limit, and Fukong can't help but feel the superiority of this kind of thing.

I just don't know how much the dynasty's cutting-edge magic is different from the other party's.

Thinking about it, in the face of the magic attack that turned into a golden ring blade in front of him, Fu Kong flicked his fingers, and the magic condensation knife he had snatched in his hand before it was thrown out before it was about to dissipate.

The knife pierced through the gaps between the countless ring-shaped blades, and stabbed directly into the other's eyes and into the brain the moment an Imperial priest took a step.

The other side fell to the ground solemnly.

Because of the interference of his vision by his own magic, and the cold throw of Fukong, the priests present did not react, and they had already lost their personnel.

Of course, the deceased did not react at all.

Killing one person, Fukong didn't look at him the whole time, and then faced the strange magic tricks around him, raised his hands and patted it!

[Shock]!

Syllable!

The high-frequency oscillating energy spread outward, forming a concussive impact, directly shattering all the golden energy that was close to it, and continued to spread out.

The magicians were all swept up in the process, and they flew out upside down with blood spitting out of their mouths.

"Damn! How could such a monster appear here! ”

"Offal! Our entrails are shattered! ”

"Calm down, recover quickly!"

Because it was just a casual slap from Fukong, the strength of this group of people was good, and those who were farther away did not die directly.

One of the magicians stood up, sweating profusely and condensing the holy seal, spilling golden light to heal the people of faith around him.

"Can this kind of treatment be done out of thin air?" Fukong was even more surprised, because he could feel that under the light of this golden light, the shattered internal organs of these people had actually begun to recover, and some flesh wounds had regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wonderful.

Once again, he praised the developers of these anomalies in his heart, and with that, he lifted his foot and stomped it down hard.

[Shock]!

Rumble!

The magician who had just recovered a little was instantly engulfed in the smoke, dust, and stones that had just been raised, and the internal organs that had just been saved were completely shattered, and his muscles and bones were broken, and he could not see it.

After seeing the magic from the empire, these people should not be able to reach a more powerful level, but Fukong quickly sent them away together.

Alien arts are indeed very valuable, and the dynasty army still seems to be based on martial arts as the mainstream, and the magic is only gradually occupying the high ground at the public level, and some high-level people who stick to tradition do not want the era of martial arts to really be occupied by abnormal arts.

Shouldn't he consider leaving a little advice to the people above him in this regard?

As the "martial god" of others, he admonishes and admires strange arts, and it is estimated that there will be a lot of trouble. It has nothing to do with his subjective intentions, only with the intentions of some people.

Fu sighed blankly.

What a hassle.

(End of chapter)