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The tumbling tide roared like a monstrous demon.

Zhao Qi stood on the high platform with a hideous face, and roared loudly at everyone: "As a cultivator, our slogan is-"

"Slay the demons!"

"As soldiers, our slogan is—"

"Defend the family and the country!"

......

The two earth-shattering answers, although they were only eight words, made all the people here dry and enthusiastic.

This is glory, not life and death!

Even Zhai Ling was excited. Slaying demons and destroying demons sounds too exciting.

He is a cultivator, so he has to shoulder his mission as a cultivator and do what he should do!

"I'm a cultivator! I'm going to slay demons!"

Zhai Ling didn't follow the advice of others, nor did he care about the complaints of those people, and still held the heavy psionic cannon.

Heavy?

Great recoil?

Drag oil bottles?

In the face of these doubts or doubts, Zhai Ling did not explain, nor did he have time to explain.

"Boom-"

As a red pillar of light shot out from the command room, the island soldiers who were far away in the first line of defense pulled the trigger one after another.

Dozens of psionic bullets rushed out one after another, exuding the heat of extreme friction against the air, and with the glory of the cultivators, they flew towards the fierce beasts in front of them.

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

......

The bullets that spun rapidly pierced into the heads of the beasts like spikes, swiftly and accurately.

In an instant, the blood flowers bloomed, bloomed in the surging waves, and were instantly buried in the countless fierce beasts that were surging madly.

Under the dark clouds, in the cold cold wind, more than a dozen behemoths were swept away from the waves, countless artillery fire shone with fiery red light, and those stern-faced soldiers on the shore, all of which constructed a thrilling picture.

Shooting, at this time there is no need to talk about the accuracy of the head, because after every shot, a fierce beast will be hit. It's not how good the marksmanship of the warriors is, it's just that there are too many fierce beasts, and in this case, naturally it won't be favored by the group of people who are far away in those safe places.

Blood stained the sea red, and moving forward meant death, but where could the beasts who were already in madness know the meaning of fear, and the light that still passed through the body and the red eyes were all catharsis for violence.

They're going to rush to the island!

They are going to shred all the cultivators in front of them!

It's like a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time...... Finally found the right time and broke out completely. Those instinctive fears were completely occupied by violence, and they rushed like avengers.

The first line of defense was officially opened, and the other two lines of defense were also unequivocally moved. The plan designed by Zhao Qi is actually very simple, that is, to use various aspects of suppression to leave everyone time to breathe, and drag it until the rescue force arrives.

Zhao Qi hopes that this method can be effective, but for now, he can only insist, at least until the reinforcements arrive.

Zhai Ling, who was standing on the tall building, did not follow Zhao Qi's advice, nor did he care about the incomprehension and complaints of others, he rushed from the third line of defense to the second line of defense, and he was also resolute.

"I'm a cultivator! I'm going to slay demons!"

Zhai Ling roared in a deep voice, either answering or annunishing.

At this moment, he only has the determination to protect the glory in his heart, which is what he believes, so he must do so.

Taking a few steps forward, standing on a reef, looking at the front with calm and serious eyes, he picked up the six-barreled rotating psionic cannon without hesitation and put on a stance.

With the infusion of a large amount of spiritual energy, the spirit patterns engraved on the barrel of the gun shone brightly, and the six barrels began to gradually rotate, still exuding a cold cold air, in the buzzing sound, in the surprised eyes of everyone, the heavy spiritual energy cannon in Zhai Ling's hand was like an ancient beast that was waking up.

"Roar!"

Six waves of light shot out one after another in an instant, entwining in the air, as if condensed into a thick pillar of light, and flew out at an extremely fast speed.

The sound of the explosion was like thunder, stabbing in everyone's minds, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, in the blink of an eye, the pillar of light directly bombarded a blood-mist-filled avenue dozens of meters long.

"This blow is well done!" even the veterans of the battle couldn't help but exclaim.

But Zhai Ling didn't stop, frantically injected his aura, wrapped in a self-filling psionic cannonball, and once again fired six entwined fires that were magnified by several times the damage.

The violent energy surged around Zhai Ling, and again, silently, Zhai Ling's eyes appeared with a golden light, as abrupt as the bright moon in the dark, but it was a pity that the people around him did not notice his changes.

It also seems that Zhai Ling has entered a certain state of mystery and mystery, as if he has forgotten the whole world, forgetting that he is on the battlefield, and his mind is full of only thinking about killing all the fierce beasts in front of him.

Boom, boom, boom

With the rhythm of Zhai Ling's aura, the six-barreled rotating psionic cannon seemed to have merged with Zhai Ling, and the frequency of the barrel's trembling and his breathing were in agreement.

Shells exposed to the air emit an icy chill and become furious whenever they are filled into the barrel.

"Kill—"

Zhai Ling roared angrily, pulling the trigger fiercely, and a dazzling ball of light shot forward, and suddenly bloomed when it hit the surface of the beast.

Puff puff puff -

The sound of bullets piercing through flesh rang out one after another, and at the moment of blooming blood, it went straight and quickly through the fierce beast that had become a corpse, and shot straight at the next fierce beast.

Under the gloomy sky, facing the icy cold wind, at the moment when countless blood flowers bloomed, looking at the fiery red cannon light, from the corpses that were swept away in the waves in the distance to the serious and serious soldiers on the shore, this picture is too thrilling.

The firelight came out of Zhai Ling's front again and again, and it also illuminated his cheeks that were red from excitement.

His heart seemed to have received some kind of hint, and it beat faster and faster, as if it would burst out in the next moment.

Boom Boom

The sound of shooting cannonballs is like a rushing stream of water, which is very compact, in such a cold wind, in such a bloody scene, it is weirdly regarded by everyone as the best music, enjoying, even if your nerves have become more and more excited.

......

In just a dozen breaths, the small sea area in front of Zhai Ling seemed to be covered with countless layers of blood veil, a thick layer.

The surrounding island soldiers, after seeing Zhai Ling's bravery, their pupils shrank slightly.

Obviously, they were shocked by Zhai Ling's performance, and even more shocked by Zhai Ling's strength.

The previous paranoia may have gradually dissipated in the artillery fire just now, and when they looked at Zhai Ling again, their eyes were full of respect.

The strong are respected, and this cannot be changed in any era.

It was precisely because of Zhai Ling's courage that they also became more crazy.

Maybe it was because they felt ashamed, maybe they were infected by Zhai Ling's determination, in short, they were even more resolute and hysterical.

Will it still be said that Zhai Ling is a drag oil bottle?

Definitely not, Zhai Ling's crazy performance just now was like a humanoid beast, extremely fierce.

Would you still say that the psionic cannon has a lot of recoil?

Zhai Ling held the psionic cannon steadily, and with his strong physical fitness, he continued to advance against the strong recoil.

It's not something that ordinary people can do, and that's something that everyone here knows very well.

Even those cultivators who were tiger-backed couldn't do it, because Zhai Ling chose the most violent guy in the weapon room, and from the day it arrived, no one dared to touch it.

And today, it was carried out by Zhai Ling, venting its might.

Time passed, Zhai Ling didn't know how many shells he had fired, he only remembered that someone had brought him ammunition boxes many times.

After another string of shells, Zhai Ling turned around and opened the ammunition box beside him.

There was still warmth on the cannonballs, Zhai Ling understood that these cannonballs had just been made, and without too much hesitation, Zhai Ling directly pulled out the chain of cannonballs and began to fill.

Suddenly, the sound of piercing the air came, followed by a cold breath, Zhai Ling didn't think about it, and his figure hurriedly dodged.

Moment!

Sneering -

More than a dozen stingers that were obviously fierce beasts stabbed fiercely at the rocks where Zhai Ling had just stayed. The black with a yellowish pattern resembles a strange smile, and the rock, which had been very solid a moment ago, has quickly melted into the black liquid oozing from the tip of the stinger.

Zhai Ling jumped under the rock on the other side, clinging to the rock, and gasped in his heart. As the beasts got closer, their attacks became more frequent. At the same time, Zhai Ling also understood that if these fierce beasts got closer, with their current firepower...... It's completely the end of waiting for death.

Zhai Ling took a deep breath, the movement of his hand was very fast, he turned his head and turned to look at the sea.

However, a warrior beside Zhai Ling suddenly jumped onto a rock, his obviously somewhat immature face full of madness, and he was hysterical, showing clenched white teeth on his dark face.

"Kill—"

The bullets fired at a rapid pace were like a dragon erupting from a psionic machine gun.

"Be careful, hide ......"

Zhai Ling's words stopped abruptly.

I saw that more than a dozen poisonous stingers had already penetrated the warrior's body.

Suddenly, the tongue of fire stopped abruptly, the warrior turned his head slightly, his painful face, and his mouth opened and closed slightly...... "Revenge!"

The machine gun fell weakly, insignificant in the cold wind, but it was loud in Zhai Ling's heart, looking at the soldier who had turned into blood, Zhai Ling gritted his teeth, and his eyes moved coldly to the rough sea.

At this moment, the scout, who was observing the battle not far away, suddenly ran over in a panic, hid behind an iron plate, and shouted frantically as if he had seen something terrible.

"The situation has changed! The situation has changed! Attention everyone!"