There was a sudden blast of the car horn, and no one could understand what it was yelling, but everyone felt that it must be swearing.

However, no one cares what it is criticizing anymore.

A voice that seemed to come from a nightmare sounded from Lou Feng's ears again.

Chug tug tug tug——

It was as if the shadow of the old manure truck reappeared again with its rhythmic high-pitched roar, causing the building to seal and suffocate, once again being shrouded in the shadow of the past.

But this time, what hit us was no longer the indescribable frenzy, but a terrifying flash of light that was as dazzling as stars exploding.

Not just traditional steel-core bullets, but also mixed with many mercury bullets enchanted by Xiaoan's sword energy, which exploded into dazzling flashes of light the moment they came out of the barrel.

Along with the wild swing of the calf and horse, countless bullets spurted out from the muzzle of the gun in an instant, almost turning into a continuous line of fire, sweeping across violently.

After a lapse of four hundred years, this empty and broken palace once again experienced heavy rain and strong winds, and was quickly shattered and mottled by the wind and rain.

In a hurry, Lou Feng subconsciously raised the spiritual shield.

But then, I felt...what does it mean to be a female brat bravely fighting Heinig? In an instant, I couldn't help but turn my eyes white, my ability was overloaded, and I almost collapsed due to a wave of output.

No matter how ineffective the ectoplasmic shield was, he managed to gain a brief moment.

The alchemy equipment on his wrist flashed, and the wall of ice and iron rose from the ground again, like an iron wall. The roar was endless, and a series of pale cracks appeared and spread.

It's blocked anyway...

Lou Feng's cold sweat hadn't even fallen yet. The moment he instinctively wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized...that damn car can move!

The roaring sound comes from outside.

From the rampant sound of trumpets, calves and horses galloped wildly, waving violent firepower. After plowing deep cracks on the ice and iron wall, the sweeping machine guns had already passed by with the speed of the small three-wheeler.

Blocked by the ice wall, it tilted wantonly.

The blood convulsed and the flames twitched.

Silan, who reacted the fastest, roared and drew his sword. His face suddenly turned pale, as if he had lost too much blood, and his whole body shriveled up like a skeleton. But in the rising blood, a huge figure suddenly rose up, and he pulled it out for more than tens of meters.

The long sword slashed down with a bang.

The calf and horse were almost chopped into two pieces in the middle.

In panic, the little three-wheeler moved faster, scurrying around like a headless fly, dragging with it a terrifying firepower that could be fatal even if it touched it even slightly.

It's like a seal being crazily packed away by a killer whale... and then it gets even more fucking difficult!

In the midst of the roar, Silan suddenly accelerated and galloped out of the bloody light, facing the violent fire of the machine gun. He approached, and the violent firepower that was enough to smash the fortifications and the soldiers behind them into pieces fell on him.

His body was blocked by the silver light rising from the shield on his arm.

The silver light was swaying like lotus leaves in the rain, but the galloping homecoming knight was approaching inch by inch, until dozens of meters away, he roared and waved the scimitar in his hand.

The scimitar that came out of his hand set off a howl, whirled around, and actually cut through the firepower ejected from the heavy machine gun, splitting the already red-hot machine gun into pieces, exploded, and continued to move forward like a broken bamboo.

But at that moment, there seemed to be vague spiritual fluctuations, and the weird hybrid between a tricycle and a motorcycle was blurred to the naked eye for a moment.

Shadow!

But the shadow spiritual transformation cannot stop the violent blow from the large group. In an instant, it collapses, shoots out, and scatters, like liquid...

But strangely, there seemed to be vague spiritual fluctuations, and something like a human head appeared from it for a moment, and its lips opened and closed silently, saying something. Then, invisible gravity appeared, and the shadow that collapsed and exploded unexpectedly

Like liquid, it flows again, gathers and is reborn, and the speeding tricycle flies out of it.

Safe and sound!

Even the calves and horses didn't know what was going on... They blinked in confusion and flashed their high beams. Only the prophet in the basket slowly closed his eyes, as if falling into a deep sleep again.

Then, Silan heard...

The scream from behind.

It was a turbulent flow of sword energy!

Fast, too fast, even if there is only a moment of gap and opportunity.

When time slowed down infinitely, when Xiao An noticed the brief confusion of the returning knights and Slan's actions, the figure had already disappeared.

Instead, there was a torrent roaring forward.

"I would like to hunt this and offer it as a tribute to the white deer."

From the whisper, the sword energy on the thousands of iron pieces gathered together, almost completely dissolving and engulfing him, and the infinite sharp light gathered into a beam and flew straight forward.

He used himself as a sharp blade and threw it forward!

This is no longer the skill recorded in the pot-throwing ritual book, but the secret "Shooting Rite" that is even better than it!

Turning your body into a blade, moving forward indomitably, its name is only a simple word——

--【fierce】!

Those ancient classics once said that a day and a night are thirty moments, one moment is twenty moments, one moment is twenty fingers, one snap is twenty seconds...

One moment is one thought.

At this moment, it's just a thought.

The pale light of sword energy galloped through the array, breaking through all defenses, tearing apart all obstacles, and was dyed a dazzling scarlet with the blood of the enemy and itself.

He thrust forward, wandered, and dodged without any inertia, leaving only a bright, white and bright light behind.

Everything in the way was chopped into pieces!

The further forward, the more difficult it becomes. Breaking through the interception of the blood flames and the returning knights, the slender and dazzling edge of the sword gradually wears away, but the shorter it is, the more dazzling the sharp light conceived in it becomes.

In the end, when the galloping sword energy stopped abruptly from the entanglement of blood flames, Xiao An's body had been dyed scarlet with blood, and his chest was pierced by a spear and nailed to the ground.

But in his hand, that inch of sharp light, so small that it was almost imperceptible, had already escaped.

Toward the dull building seal.

The wall of ice and iron, the field of repulsion, and the spiritual shield were all destroyed, pierced, and torn apart, until the sand crystals on Lou Feng's wrists shattered. The incarnation shaped by the spiritual material did not even have time to appear before being invisible.

Torn apart by the whirlpool, half of his body was shattered.

But the remaining hand was firmly blocking Lou Feng's face, holding on to the little bit of cold light that had faded to the point where it was almost imperceptible.

The cold light dissipated.

Lou Feng was drenched in cold sweat and slumped on the ground, his face pale, panting heavily, and almost speechless. He instinctively wanted to laugh, but he felt the itchiness in his throat.

When he raised his hand, he discovered that the line of blood spreading on his neck... his fingertips were scarlet, so dazzling!

——Only one step away from being beheaded!

Never have I been so close to death.

Almost swallowed by the darkness...

"Kill, kill them!" He roared and roared with all his strength.

But in the dead silence, everyone remained motionless.

Looking at him blankly, to be precise, it was the cracks that quietly appeared on the originally smooth and flat wall behind him... and even a gun barrel sticking out from behind the cracks.

Blazing hot.

When it is pressed against the scalp, it makes a squeaking sound.

Ling Lou Feng's pupils expanded rapidly, trembling and uncontrollable.

"Ji Jue!!!"

He made a sound from his throat, turned around suddenly, and the aura of the alchemy equipment on his wrist appeared, turning into infinite flames, spurting out, burning the enemy in front of him to ashes... Unfortunately, the expected scene did not happen.

The bracelet engraved with flames only flickered for a moment and then went out without any movement.

More than just bracelets.

All the alchemy equipment has lost its movement!

In the dim light emitted by the hanging ghost ball on Ji Jue's shoulder, even the abilities and matrix seemed to be frozen, unresponsive.

Temporary workshop, expand!

In the field within three steps, spiritual countermeasures, matrix suppression, ability silence, and the three major module sequences are all activated!

"You're the only one who's fucking stupid!"

Ji Jue waved his hand and slapped him in the face with a big-eared melon seed mercilessly. He spun him around in mid-air and sat back on the ground. Then, he hit him with the butt of a gun with his backhand: "It's just you."

There are fucking teachers?!”

"Brother, if you don't give me a break, the fight will be endless, right?!"

"Why don't you hand over the non-attack!"

"Why the hell don't you hand over your mother?"

Beating, trampling and trampling mercilessly until Slan roared: "Stop!"

Bang!

The shotgun roared and the bullet flew out, grazing Lou Feng's face and penetrating into the ground, leaving a spreading trail of blood.

"Keep your voice down, I'm afraid." Ji Jue raised his eyes expressionlessly and looked at him, and even at Xiao An, who was nailed to the ground with a spear next to him.

Silan's saber was placed on Xiao An's neck, and he slowly came closer and cut the skin.

So, Ji Jue pulled the trigger again and aimed at Lou Feng's right hand.

Without hesitation.

From the bloody spurts and screams, Slan's expression twitched for a moment, and the blade returned to its original position.

I never expected that the Homecoming Knights, all members of the third level and above, and myself, the fifth level, plus a powerful employer equipped with all kinds of equipment, would actually sink to this level.

"Hand over the hostages and I'll let you go," he said.

Ji Jue pulled the trigger again, and the bullet grazed Lou Feng's hair and penetrated the ground. With a scream, he continued: "Stop talking nonsense and have something nutritious.

Put down your weapon, I'll count to five, or let your boss say goodbye to his left hand, 5-4-3-"

During the non-stop countdown, Slan's expression twitched. For a moment, he wanted to chop off one of the hands of the little brat next to him, so that the brat would know how powerful he was.

But he didn't dare.

Those unwavering eyes looked at them from beginning to end, even when the blade was about to cut off his teammate's neck, he did not waver.

Pitch black like a lightless ocean.

He had seen that look too many times in Middle-earth, but he never thought that it would appear on an unknown young man in Yacheng when they met again.

Snap!

At the signal from his eyes, a knight first dropped the spear and scimitar in his hand, and then the second...the weapon was thrown into the carriage of the calf and horse.

Soon, all six surviving knights were disarmed.

Except for Silan, who still held the knife in his hand and did not relax.

"Relax, young man." Beside Silan, someone lifted a box from the bloody water and threw it over from a distance. The open box was filled with everything they had gained along the way.

"I traveled thousands of miles just to make money. We are just a bunch of stinky migrant workers. Why bother us? Everything is here. You can let the boss go and take your friends with you. We won't stop you."

Ji Jue glanced at it and withdrew his gaze without interest: "Not enough."

"..."

The corners of Silan's eyes twitched again, and he almost laughed out of anger: "You don't want this kid's life?"

"Yes, of course I do. There is no need to emphasize the price. But just because my friend was injured and made so many sacrifices, it is not enough."

Ji Jue's hand on the trigger did not waver: "You'd better be clearer and don't waste my patience."

"OK."

Silan sneered: "Two lives for one is not enough. You killed my employer, how will you deal with us?"

What answered him was a crack that opened up again behind Ji Jue.

"Recognize the situation, I want to leave, and you can't stop me."

Ji Jue reminded indifferently: "You can kill my friend, but your boss is dead. Not only your boss, but also you, your family, and your friends -"

"Let me remind you, my teacher is a master, and there is a security bureau covering his head. Even if the Lou family wants to counterattack, there is nothing I can do in Yacheng, but you are different.

The Security Bureau may let you go, but I won't.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years... No matter how long it takes, as long as I can win the title of master, the first thing I will do is to issue your reward on the Huangji..."

He promised: "As long as I am alive for one day, we will fight until death!"
Chapter completed!