There was a moment of silence at the head of the city.

Even the wind over the wall is very low-key, and he doesn't dare to call at all.

A soldier turned around and wanted to go down to the city, but was stopped by a loud shout from the city tower.

"What do you do?"

Liao Zhenghao supported his hands, jumped down more than ten meters and strode towards this person.

"Lord Garrison, I'm not trying to escape!"

The soldier explained in a panic.

"I'll come back, I'm not afraid of death, I just want to go back and let my family ......"

Before he could say anything, he was stabbed in the head.

Liao Zhenghao kicked the corpse down the trench and shouted orders.

"Judge, the knife is unsheathed!"

"Those who go down to the city without an order will be beheaded!"

The voice dispersed, followed by the sound of a knife drawn.

Liao Zhenghao continued to inspect the city, and seeing that his morale was difficult to recover, he hesitated a little and then gave another order.

"All the military marquis, send the ghost king."

There was a commotion up and down the walls, but it quickly subsided.

Hong Fan condescendedly as the officers handed out gray pills to the front-line soldiers.

He had heard of the "Ghost King".

This is a weakened version of the "Yaksha" used in the original sea flight, which does not have the effect of absolute calmness and ignores pain, but can make people excited and violent, and extra overdrawn.

Its cost is much lower than that of the Black Yaksha, and those who have used it have at least one serious illness, let alone ten years of life.

The soldiers silently held the pill in their arms, and only a few of them shook their heads fearlessly in refusal.

This type of drug is relatively common in the Dahua military, and they are no strangers to it.

In this world, there are many martial artists, and the cultivation is two major levels, and the difference in combat power is like that between adults and young children.

Without external forces to strengthen its will, it will be difficult for the army to maintain its morale in the face of the strong, even if it has specialized equipment and numerical superiority.

Three miles away, the snake man seemed to be doing the same thing.

Thousands of snake men took turns ascending to the altar and leaning into pools of blood to drink.

Hong Fan retracted his gaze, silently put on his hood, and heard someone talking under the city.

"Master Jun, how many pills are there?"

It was an old man who spoke.

The sound was not loud, and it was only because of the silence in the city that it was exceptionally clear.

"How much does it cost, give me a piece."

The old man asked a military marquis.

He was as thin as iron, without armor, only wearing an old cotton jacket, with a copper cigarette stick on his waist, and a smell of tempeh.

It doesn't look very unusual, except that the firewood knife in his hand is sharpened.

The military marquis glanced at him, did not reply, and directly stuffed a ghost king into his hand.

"Master Jun, thank you very much."

The old man took the pill and put it in his pocket, and actually carried the knife to the city.

More people crowded under the city, dressed in cloth and carrying nail rakes and sickles, did the same.

The remaining Ghost Kings were quickly reminded.

and the head of the city was plentiful.

At the same time, the blood in the altar was also drunk by the snake people.

Redscale stood facing south, screaming.

The army began to move forward.

Most of the snake people have lost their shield weapons, and only their minions remain.

But their frenzy is far greater than yesterday's.

The snake man galloped hundreds of meters away.

The sound of strings rang out one after another, and arrows rained down.

When the enemy arrived in the city, many soldiers who had not recovered their physical strength were subdued by the Ghost King.

At this point, the snake man no longer felt the need to command.

Broken Tooth was the first to come closer, then the red scales.

The latter jumped 100 meters, and the ground cracked with every take-off and landing.

However, after a few takeoffs and landings, it was already close to the city wall.

Facing the wall, Hong Jian sighed.

"It's a pity that the day is not a holiday......

His hand pressed against the wall, his gaze fixed on Red Scale.

The aura of heaven and earth rioted in an instant.

Obviously there was no sound, but the martial arts masters present clearly heard the magnificent qi.

Hong Fan felt the surge in circulation, raised his eyes and looked at it, and suddenly saw the clouds spinning and sinking, turning into a funnel-shaped whirlpool.

Like the collapse of the heavenly dome, like a volcano hanging upside down.

The indescribable color of fire stung Hong Fan's eyes, but everything that was happening was reflected in the spiritual consciousness very clearly.

The Heavenly Fire Spiritual Qi gathers and is then absorbed by a single individual.

Hong Jian's five fingers were red hot, and the city bricks were melted.

Then, the whole person slowly rose.

The jacket burned without fire, and the iron armor melted into gold water.

The red-hot molten iron flowed down, over the part of his left chest, and even evaporated at high speed.

"You, Yuanci?"

Red Scales asked from afar, speaking in human language.

His voice was sharp and distorted, like a babbling baby with a puff of smoke.

Hong Jian shook his head.

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, burning the skin under his jaw.

[Time is running out.] 】

Hong Jian's heart flashed, and his figure was no longer in place.

A twisted passage was left in the air, and the anger dispersed in panic.

A hundred meters away, Red Scale stretched out his five fingers and locked the punch.

The fire is cross-flowing due to collision.

The snake man's soft scales turned up, and under the steaming steam, there were all burning blisters.

The punch missed, but the Yuanmagnetic version of the "Seven-Step Fan Cage" was causing damage all the time.

"You, flaming."

Red Scale said, and the long tail entangled Hong Jian, and he had no strength to throw it into the city wall.

The five-zhang high wall thundered violently and collapsed several meters deep.

The smoke and dust cone exploded, and before it could disperse, the snake man had chased after him and crashed in.

The claws pierced into the rammed earth, and there were no tentacles.

Before he could dodge, he was knocked shoulder-heavy by his opponent who rushed from the side, rolling along the trench like a cannonball, crushing countless wooden thorns and flying many snakemen.

Hong Jian hovered in mid-air, his beard all turning orange and red.

There were no pupils in his eyes, only a blazing fire.

The accumulation of power was a roar of inflammation, and it was blasted down from dozens of feet.

The innate fire spread out, steaming the snake people within a radius of ten meters into dried corpses.

The earth exploded, obscuring the view.

A short spear came out of the dust and smoke, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in Hong Jian's chest.

He didn't have time to dodge, and hit the flame stream with his backhand.

The high temperature and fire corroded, melted iron into water, and crashed into a sky of sparks in Hong Jian's chest.

Before these golden stars were annihilated, the majestic bodies that followed also soared into the air.

The red scales screamed, and the giant palm pressed against Hong Jian's door and pressed back to the ground.

It had only been separated for a short time, and the burns on its body had already healed.

The smoke burst out, and it was hundreds of meters away, like an earth dragon.

The two Yuan Magnetic-level combat forces were far away from the city wall.

But the same fierce fighting continues to take place everywhere.

Hong Fan's steel sword shattered the enemy's skull.

Then he simply jumped out of the wall, raised a snake tail in each of his left and right hands, and whipped the flesh and blood with two five-meter-long snake whips.

Yang Yingxun cut off the third war knife in two days, and watched the junior brother who had subdued the Ghost Ming King fall from the city.

He finally pulled out the light behind his back.

The price of the knife is forty taels, ranking fourth, he cherishes it like his life, and he is reluctant to use it in the battle array.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Broken teeth have a small advantage with one against five.

Shi Yuanwei tried his best, and with a mouthful of innate aura, he performed three times in a row, leaving two penetrating wounds on its body.

The only True Yuan was exhausted, and his combat power immediately fell to the peak.

This allowed the long-endured snake man to seize the opportunity.

Broken teeth burst out of their claws, covering their heads.

Shi Yuanwei gritted his teeth, and only wanted to stab out the last sword, but was stopped behind by a burly figure.

Liao Zhenghao shouted and propped up his arms, and his steel cloak and limbs were broken in one fell swoop.

The broken arm fell, and the guard kicked it out, and it was in the middle of the broken tooth face door.

Flesh and bones splattered, and blood was smeared.

Liao Zhenghao used his remaining left hand to split the cliff palm.

The more you carry the opponent's offensive, the more powerful the counterattack you will be.

His palm was triggered by the innate earth aura, and at the cost of his right arm, he had the level of innate two and three.

The teeth were broken in the palm, and the small abdominal scales were shattered, and they were beaten down to the city.

Liao Zhenghao gasped roughly, his left arm was numb, and he caught a glimpse of a six-sided hammer falling on the ground, bending down to pick it up but hollowing it out.

That's when he realized that he was forever missing a hand.

(End of chapter)