Volume 10 Chapter 45

"Puff!"

Su Zhongwen's mouth was full of blood, and his back was all depressed. The whole man ran into a house and collapsed.

Seeing that Su Zhongwen could not live under this attack, Li Antang's blood all over his body seemed to rush to his face and his whole face turned purple.

"Kill!"

His mouth seemed to explode, as if all the air in his lungs had been roared out by him.

At the same time, he kicked his foot violently, and a bluestone well circle beside him was kicked out by him and ran into the painter.

"Pa!" With a wave of his hand, the painter clapped the bluestone well circle, which weighs at least 100 Jin, into four parts.

But in this instant, Li Antang stepped on his body in three steps, and his anger exploded. Each step was like stepping on three gray tents, which was twice as fast as before. When he came to the side of the painter, he shouted, and the long gun in his hand brought out the terrible wind. It was not like a gun, but rather like an iron bar, sweeping towards the painter's waist 。

His long spear is not an ordinary black flower spear, but a heavy soul soldier spear with bronze color, full of bramble like fine runes and extremely heavy weight.

This long gun sweeps through the place where it passes, all of which are left with ancient copper light. It is like a piece of thorns growing rapidly in the air.

The painter's body had just been lifted out of the air and swept back. He was not surprised to see that he could not avoid the long gun. He just whispered, "good gun!" , with both fingers on his right hand, he stabbed at the long spear of the horcrusader like a small sword.

The soul soldier of iron blood bully strong heavy gun and slender finger, intersect instantly!

With a loud bang, countless visible air currents made dust and sand splash everywhere.

It's like having two monsters running at full speed and hitting one with their bodies.

Li's face became more red, even his eyes were covered with blood because of the shock.

Regardless of the feeling that his hands and fingers will be broken, he forcibly holds down the heavy gun that flies backward, and then he must hold the gun and hit again.

At this time, however, the painter's hand had been stretched out for several inches like lightning, and was resting on his gun.

At this moment, it happened that both of them had done their best, and at the same time, they had to work again.

"Kara..."

This time around the gun, there was a slight explosion, but it was a real moment of struggle between the two men.

Li An Ting snorted, only to feel that his legs began to tremble. The cultivation of Yunqin's recidivist was so terrible that he was far ahead of himself. I'm afraid that the strongest General of Qixia military was just like that.

His hands could not hold the heavy gun, but the extreme anger and the amazing strong will of Yunqin iron blood made him not let go at this time. Instead, he pressed his arms down and clamped the heavy gun with his arms and body.

The painter's strength was renewed.

It seems that the storm is not surprising, but the window paper of dozens of houses around which have been broken is crackling, and the sand and stone aroused in an instant are full of holes.

A ray of blood fell from the corner of Li's mouth, and there was a shock injury in his internal organs. His two arms were dislocated directly. They fell down soft, unable to control the long gun, and the whole man fell back.

At this time, the ten heavily armored sergeants wearing blue wolf's heavy armor finally killed Li An Ting's side, with long swords and claws in their hands, falling to the painter like a storm.

This kind of heavily armored sergeant is just like a moving metal fortress. Ordinary practitioners can't defeat the enemy at all.

However, the painter is not an ordinary practitioner, he is already close to the top of the grand master.

In the face of the attack and killing of these heavily armored soldiers, he just did the same thing as the first attack of Li An Ting. He took the heavy spear from the captured soul soldier in his hands and roared loudly. His whole body strength rolled out and rushed into the long spear of the soul soldier in his hands, sweeping the long spear like an iron bar.

"When!" "When!" "When!" "When!"

An intense, scalp tingling tremor burst in one breath.

The sabres in the hands of three heavily armored sergeants were broken, and the heavy bodies of two heavily armored sergeants turned back and fell to the ground. There was a very thin spray of blood between the masks.

More than ten pieces of metal fragments from the blade, or heavy armor, hook and claw, burst into the air and shot at everywhere. In the back streets, dozens of soldiers had rushed in. One of them had just rushed in, and was just shot into the eyebrow by a piece of metal fragment. Suddenly, without making any sound, he fell back to the ground.

Li anling, who was sitting on the ground, uttered a furious roar.

He didn't expect that this Yunqin recidivist should be so powerful.

It seems to be in response to the anger of the military general. A dense sound of bowstring vibration resounded through the streets.

Countless dense black feather arrows, howling with terror, filled the sky and fell down at the next breath.

The painter released the heavy gun in his hand. Although in his cognition at the moment, there are no practitioners in the whole city who can compete with him, he is very clear that there is never a practitioner who can fight with the whole army. Even President Zhang, who fell into the star lake that day, relied on a dozen strong practitioners and 3000 generals.

He had already felt that the army had surrounded the block at the moment, so there was no pride in his heart at the moment, only strong fear and anger.

Which link in the world has someone designed themselves and exposed their whereabouts?

When the thought flashed in his mind again, his whole person had just run into a nearby house like Su Zhongwen.

"Bu", "bu", "bu" I saw countless black arrows pierce through the thin tiles in the upper part of the house, but there was a cloud of dust under it. It was like a carriage, rolling across at an amazing speed.

……

Su Zhongwen is not dead at this time, but the important organs in his body have become a group of broken things under the blow of the painter. He has reached the end of his life.

Li anling jumped up in his roar and rushed into the collapsed house where he lived.

Looking at the general of Yunqin, Su Zhongwen opened his mouth and tried to spit out three words of Chen feirong.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything more. With his head down, Liu family's highly trusted counselor stopped breathing.

Li Antang had no friendship with Su Zhongwen before, or even met him before, but when he saw Su Zhongwen's throat, the general of Yun Qin thought that Su Zhongwen was the kind of person who didn't care about his own safety in order to track down the felon, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he let out a fierce roar again: "kill him!"

This is no longer a military order, but an individual's utter roar.

This is in the city. If they are all run away by such a serious offense in the city, the whole Qingyuan City's military will lose all their faces. Even if the boss doesn't punish them, Li Antang will certainly leave by himself.

……

Although the government of Yunqin had been pacified for decades, the official administration of the court had reached a worrying point, which made Linxi feel filthy and unspeakable. However, under the glorious belief of martial arts and the achievements of predecessors, in the decades of continuous battles, the army of Yunqin was still an iron army with terror and will.

And because today's enemy is only one, and because this enemy is a powerful practitioner, the order of the summit is very simple, just to kill it.

So for the army, this battle is extremely easy to deploy.

The fastest cavalry has blocked the streets and lanes, a large number of infantry have pulled out triple encirclement circle, and several of the city defense forces are also mobilized. Along with the city defense forces coming, there will be powerful crossbow machines and weapons specially used to deal with the monks.

The speed and strength of the practitioner are much faster than that of the normal one, but in such a day, the practitioner cannot hide his body shape at all.

So when Li Anzhong's vent like roar came out, hundreds of Light Armored Cavalry and hundreds of infantry had penetrated and completely surrounded the houses where the painters walked.

Dozens of shield sword infantry rushed into the houses that made a loud noise for the first time. The strangulation between the practitioners and the army really entered the white hot state.

However, what makes Li An Ting, who jumped into a house soon, stagnate is that there is no blood or broken limbs flying out of those houses.

In the face of powerful practitioners, the military of Yunqin has never been afraid. That's because the military of Yunqin is not afraid to pay the price of blood and death.

Even if the monks kill the soldiers, it's as easy as cutting grass, but no matter how terrible you kill them inside, the vast majority of the soldiers on the outside can't see it at all for a while. The iron will honed out in ordinary times will make these soldiers fill in and rush in even if they know that there are huge casualties in front of them.

In this kind of urban area, in the plain area, in this kind of daytime, even a strong practitioner like a painter can only kill several soldiers in one breath, but in the periphery, at least dozens of soldiers will fill in.

Therefore, the dense sergeant who covers the monks will not become less with the rapid death, but will become more and more. The encirclement will become more and more close and larger.

This battle group will cover the practitioner until the soul power of the practitioner is exhausted and killed.

This is the real dread of the army to the individual practitioners.

At the moment, however, the painter does not kill an ordinary soldier at all. He does not use his soul power to kill these soldiers, but only to escape. He just escapes in one direction with amazing speed and beyond the reaction of ordinary soldiers.

Because his speed is faster than that of galloping horse, the encirclement of a man of practice who can crush his level has never really formed.

At the moment, Li Anting has also seen the real intention of the painter.

The painter is going to rush to the big market in the city! I'm afraid there are at least two or three thousand businessmen and ordinary people who buy things.

"Time to evacuate?" At this moment, Li Antang's mind just came up with such an idea.