In less than half an hour, the Netherworld Retreat in the western area of the garrison fortress was wiped out, and not a single one escaped. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info And from beginning to end, the Yama Ghost Sect only lost the first eight foundation building period monks.

The morale of the firehead soldiers was high, and they shouted that they wanted to go to the southeast, north and south districts to help. However, in order to avoid a follow-up sneak attack, Xia Lan still left most of his combat power on the tower of the West Gate City, and only brought Fang Ping alone to support.

Before leaving, Fang Ping very generously exchanged three multi-functional tactical helmets and handed them to the Ximen guard. Now he doesn't care about these little things with three or five hundred prestige, and after the first battle, the prestige in the inventory now is not ten thousand, but eight thousand.

"Oh no! Netherworld Retreat has come in!!"

As soon as he came to the location of the south gate, a miserable scream came into Fang Ping's ears. Immediately afterward, the two of them saw dozens of ghost-like figures disappearing in the crowd, and every time they appeared, no less than ten Cangjia soldiers in the Qi Refining Foundation Period fell in a pool of blood.

Guarding the south gate is the pioneer battalion of the Cangjia Army, and the battalion commander is a muscular rough man named Zhou Qing, who is the same as Xia Lan and is the peak powerhouse of Yuanying. At this time, he was shirtless, holding two plate axes, constantly wielding them indiscriminately where his subordinates had just died.

However, the Netherworld Cultivators are all agile in their actions, and they will not give Zhou Qing a chance to succeed at all. In the past half an hour, not only did he only kill only two, but he also made a few more wounds on his body that were deep and bone-seeing.

"These bunch of crumbs!!"

Xia Lan's eyes were red, maybe Fang Ping didn't feel too much, but for her, the lives that had passed in front of her were all life and death comrades who had fought with her for several years!

"I think you need this right now. ”

A tactical helmet was sent to Xia Lan, and she turned her head to see a gentle smiling face.

"Thank you!"

The helmet covered the eyes full of crystals, and the next moment, the sword danced!

Gentleness gradually transformed into hideousness, and in the darkness, Fang Ping summoned a flying sword and quietly flew up a towering tree.

Under the cover of the dense canopy, a long black and narrow barrel quietly poked out.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully redeeming the Barrett Anti-Materiel Sniper Rifle x1, costing a total of reputation x5000. ”

The crosshair locked onto a sneaky crimson figure in the field of vision, and then ......

"Bang!"

......

The arrival of the Netherworld Retreat has dispersed the formation of the Cangjia Army, and it has completely dispersed! The shortcomings of the Ghost Dao Sect are fully manifested at this moment, and the Ghost Dao Law has infinitely magnified the ugly side of human selfishness.

In the face of an unknown strong enemy, the Cangjia army fought on their own, without any cooperation at all, even if their comrades-in-arms were attacked by their side, few people went to help.

A young man at the ninth level of Qi cultivation held a magic weapon bone shield in his hand, and his expression kept scanning the surrounding crowd with a frightened expression, for fear that the terrifying Netherworld Retreat would suddenly appear and take his own life at once.

"Poof!"

In the darkness, a full moon scimitar pressed against the young man's throat, and the cold touch made his heart clench instantly, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

"Senior Brother Liu, save me, Senior Brother Li, help me, who will save me?!!"

The instinct to survive made him roar like crazy, but no one came to take care of him!

"It's over...... That's it...... Is it over? Daddy...... Mother...... Floret......"

The young man closed his eyes, as if he had seen himself lying in a pool of blood in the next moment. Lonely and helpless, so miserable and desolate......

"Poof!"

A stream of warm liquid spilled on his back, and the young man's whole body trembled violently, and he knew that he was dead.

But......

Why is it sprinkled on the back?

Young people don't understand, and if they don't understand, they want to understand. While you still have a little consciousness, why don't you look back.

"Huh?"

At the moment when the young man turned around, a corpse with only the lower half of his body left fell softly, and under the corpse, there were pieces of broken bones and broken flesh and internal organs.

When Barrett blessed the burst magazine, even a monk as strong as the Jindan realm could not stop the power of a bullet. It's a bit inhumane, but it'......

Violence would be pointless if it wasn't meant to solve it!

"Sister Lan, let all of our people form a circle, the lowest cultivation is inside, and the highest cultivation is holding a defensive magic weapon to the outside world!

After firing a few more shots, Fang Ping licked his lips and said to Xia Lan, who was killing people in a big way. The chaotic crowd made it difficult for him to aim, but the bullet would not bend, and it would be bad if he was injured by mistake.

Although the target in the sky is easy to fight, it is also easier for them to reveal their position for them who are condescending. With Fang Ping's current cultivation, I'm afraid he won't be able to block even the weakest blow of the Netherworld Cultivator, so he would never make this kind of low-level mistake.

Xia Lan immediately understood Fang Ping's intentions and hurriedly conveyed his request to Zhou Qing.

Not long after, with Zhou Qing's roar, all the soldiers of the pioneer battalion immediately centered on the low-level disciples and quickly gathered into a round discus.

Shields, corpse golems, spirit beasts, talismans, and everything that could be used for defense were all taken out in one go, and the one wrapped in the discus was called a tight one. Not to mention swords and daggers, I'm afraid it will be difficult for even a fly to fly in.

Many hidden figures around looked at each other, and if you could see their faces, you would find that they were full of helplessness and headaches.

The tofu has turned into a steel block, and this Nima still makes the knife play a fart!

But just because they can't play doesn't mean everyone can't. As a sniper, is there anything cooler than standing still and waiting for you to fight?

"Bang, bang, bang, bang......"

Nine explosion-like loud noises rang out one after another, and the nine Netherworld cultivators burst out in response.

This time, they didn't even get a chance to scream......

Take the magazine, change the ammunition, pull the bolt, aim.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang......"

Ten more shots down, and the South Gate was declared liberated!

"Brother Zhou, you put away this helmet, and the south gate will be handed over to you!"

Flying down the tree, Fang Ping solemnly handed over the tactical helmet to Zhou Qing, it felt like he was delivering the whole world.

In fact, he can leave after the fight with Xia Lan, but if he doesn't come out and show his face and say, "Thank me, you will die without me", then how can you earn prestige?!

Looking at the text bubbles that popped up wildly again, Fang Ping said he was very satisfied.

"Let's go, Sister Lan, you take two helmets to the north gate, I'll go to the east gate, let's go separately!" Fang Ping very generously exchanged for another batch of tactical helmets, and he could see that Xia Lan's two already big eyes became even bigger.

This kind of magic weapon is obviously so powerful, but it is like a cabbage, unlimited and ready to use?

"Hey, hey, I knew you were here. ”

Seeing the heroic figure in the air, Fang Ping's eyes were hot, and he immediately rushed over like a hungry dog seeing a meat bun.

Martial God Cang Ling'er, this is why he opened Xia Lan to come to the East Gate alone.

"Boom!!"

The dragon spear collided violently with the air, and then there was a flash of silver light, and a narrow blood mark appeared on Cang Ling'er's forearm.

After failing to strike a blow, he was injured, and Cang Ling'er immediately retreated. At the place where they just collided, a figure wrapped in a black robe appeared, but it quickly disappeared.

"This damn Nether Retreat!"

The blood was soaked in the dragon spear along the jade hand, and Cang Ling'er's face was gloomy and terrifying.

The black-robed figure was the leader of the Netherworld Cultivator, although his cultivation was more than a star and a half lower than that of the Martial God, but relying on the powerful concealment technique, he actually fought a draw with Cang Ling'er, and even faintly suppressed some of it.

Like the essence of the dark purple Yuan Force rose wildly, the purple lightning thunder flashed faster and faster, like countless small snakes, rolling and neighing around Cang Ling'er.

Those who are familiar with her know that the martial god is planning to fight hard.

However, just as the speed of the thunder tumbling was about to reach its limit, a voice that sounded extremely innocent came into his ears.

"Sister Martial God, I'm here to send you a magic weapon!"