Hong Fan was hit hard, which made the Zhu Yiqi in the team furious.

Hong Bo threw a round shield to knock over the snake man who stood in the way, and then double-wielded the heavy axe and stepped up to slash the giant snake.

The blow was skillfully delivered, the blade of the axe tilted slightly, cutting through the gap in the armor and into the flesh close to the foot.

But with the size of a giant snake, it was still only a minor injury.

The pain diverted its attention.

The giant snake gave up Hong Fan, wrapped the snake's body around Hong Bo, and pulled it off the ground.

The snake's snout is high and smelly.

Hong Bo felt that his time of death had come, so he took off his iron helmet and bit the snake, but unfortunately failed to break the scale armor, but broke a few teeth.

Fortunately, he is not fighting alone.

On all sides of the city, the four members of the reserve team each threw their spears and pierced into the neck of the snake.

The serpent was badly injured this time.

It struggled frantically, stretching several long cords straight.

Ding Yushi, who had the lowest cultivation, was dragged to stagger.

Cui Er resisted the female wall, but the huge force on the rope actually caused him to scratch the city bricks alive.

In the center of the battle group, Hong Bo, who was squeezed by the snake's body, was even more red, his chest armor was deformed, and blood was dripping from his nose.

Seeing that the giant snake was about to get out of trouble, a wave of sand broke out, turning into a fifth chain and grabbing its jaw.

Hong Beam re-enters the fray.

More gravel was pulled up from beneath the city, obscuring the city's head.

After several fierce battles, there was not much left of his Sand World True Yuan Original.

But just now, the Dragon Soul Fruit from the Xiao brothers had been used.

The injury recovered at a high speed, and the true yuan cycle went violent.

The white plague was slashed, and the head of a three-sacrificial snake man flew up, and the blood gushed like a spring.

Hong Fan leaped up and gathered the fine sand scattered in the air at his feet as a staircase.

Stepping on the head of the serpent, he raised his right arm.

The sandstorm that was dragged behind it suddenly returned, with the forearm as the core, shaping a narrow drill bit.

"Help me!"

Hong Fan shouted, and the four of them tightened the long rope at the same time.

The serpent suffocated.

The beep sounded.

The sand drills down and presses into the top scales.

In mid-air, golden sparks swirled in all directions, flying like rain.

The stalemate lasted only half a breath.

Hong Fan felt his right arm sink suddenly, and the sand drill had pierced through the scales and skull, shattering his brain.

He landed somersaults.

The serpent swayed and spasmed, smashed large swaths of bricks, and finally slid down the gap into the city.

At the same time, the roar of the tiger rushed into the sky hundreds of meters away, and it spread across half of the golden sea in an instant.

This is the sound of Yan Liugong's innate stunt "Yan Roar" being launched with all its might.

Hong Fan cast his gaze and saw the land glowing orange and red in the distance.

In the atmosphere distorted by the violent heating, two figures with a huge difference in size moved at high speed, colliding back and forth.

The final hole cards of the two sides, Red Scale and Hong Jian, finally came down.

This is the most critical battle on the battlefield of tens of thousands of square meters.

But Hong Fan had no leisure to pay attention.

Although the giant snake is dead, more elite snake people are still constantly attacking upwards.

Glancing at Bai Kao's slightly canine-like blade, he pushed forward again......

In this way, half an hour passed in the battle.

The hour was exactly one quarter short (5:45).

The fierce fire tank has long run out of fuel.

The Li family paid half of the casualties, so that the snake people could not stand on the wall.

The sympathetic true qi of the five celestials and men was exhausted, and Gongsun Shi and Hongwu were seriously injured one after another.

But Broken Tooth was held back under the city.

The buzz of the sand flow knife is hoarse.

Hong Fan made sure that the snake man's corpse was no longer moving, and then he got up.

The scarf was lost somewhere, and his mantle was chopped to pieces with a stone axe.

His Flame Flow True Qi and Life Star True Yuan were both exhausted, and his physical strength was exhausted.

The battle lasted for more than an hour, and Hong Fan was brave in the front.

Wherever the front is shaken, you will soon see dancing sandflows.

And seeing the figure of Jin Haixingjun, the defenders who were originally difficult to hold on to will gain courage from nothingness and stabilize their position.

But the battle is not over.

Seeing Hong Fan's declining momentum, a second-sacrifice snake man rushed over with a shield, wanting to pick up a bargain.

An hour ago, this kind of goods was not worthy of his sword.

But now Hong Fan's legs seem to be filled with lead, and he can't help but retreat.

Just as he was embarrassed, a figure flashed from the side, stabbing the side of the snake man's neck like a desperate fight, and was immediately lifted away by the snake's tail.

Hong Fan seized the opportunity and stabbed Bai Disaster in the heart with a backhand.

The snake man fell soft.

A few meters away, the person who fell straightened his helmet and stood up with difficulty, but it was Hong Qing, who had just entered Zhuyi and had not been riding for a long time.

The two looked at each other, neither of them had the aura to speak, but nodded silently.

Hong Fan stepped forward, stepped on the corpse of the snake man and drew his knife.

With a slight force, the knife stuck into the bone and was not pulled out.

He frowned and exerted himself again, and then he heard a clang, and his hand jerked light.

The white plague was broken.

This fourth-grade sword lasted less than two fierce battles and died before its master.

By this time, it was already halfway through the day.

A dark red flame burned up from the eastern sky, igniting the clouds.

To the north of the walls of Gimhae, there was a thin mist of blood.

The altar three miles away was gradually filled.

The red scales seemed to have sense, and they were no longer entangled with Hong Jian, and let out a scream after retreating hundreds of meters.

The snake man finally retreated like a tide.

Only the crumbling and blood-soaked walls remained.

Hong Fan suddenly relaxed, his eyes suddenly blackened, and he had to lean on his knees to relieve it.

In the same section of the city, seven or eight zhang away, Jiang Youde lay on his back and fell to the ground.

The cold air drawn in from his nose tingled his lungs with every trace of it.

But Jiang Youde still tried his best and gasped like a bellows.

If you don't, you can't be sure you're still alive.

The serpent man went away and retreated to the outside of the land of Lixu.

The second bloody battle came to an end.

There were no cheers, only a dull silence.

Most of them were paralyzed.

In the dead silence, footsteps could be heard from below the city.

One of them jumped up lightly and went up to the sea.

His outer armor and inner clothes were rotten, and his upper body was blue and red, full of scars.

It was Hong Jian.

He glanced at Hong Fan for a moment, confirmed that he was not seriously injured, and then swept over the corpse of a seven-meter-long snake man, as well as Chi Wu, who was already out of breath leaning against the city tower.

The remnants of the city also saw Hong Jian.

"Jiajun!"

Hong Bo instinctively called, revealing two gaps in the black hole of the teeth.

He propped himself up, looking left and right for something.

However, the head of the city was full of broken bricks and rotten trees, and flesh and blood.

The heads of human and snake corpses overlap, where can I find the remains of the person I care about for a while?

In the end, he had to say blankly.

"Jiajun, my brother is gone......"

As soon as these words came out, his originally empty eyes were filled.

Hong Fan looked at Hong Bo.

This giant man did not frown even when he was almost strangled to death by the giant snake.

But he looked at Hong Jian at this time, but his nose was sour and he choked silently.

Hong Jian nodded silently and stepped forward to press Hong Bo's shoulder.

The latter sat on the ground and wiped his tears with his hands, but the more he wiped them, the more he wiped, and gradually he couldn't even suppress his crying.

Hong Fan opened his eyes and looked to the north.

A thick mist of blood converged above the altar, fighting against the rising sun, and there was a faint serpentine shape within it.

"Don't panic."

At this moment, Hong Jian's voice spread across the city wall.

"The sky is falling,

I'm on top. ”

(End of chapter)