Among the gun shadows in the sky, the tribal cultivator with his upper body rode on the back of a Ziqing Cloud-swallowing lion, holding two huge war hammers full of barbs in both hands, and suddenly felt a suffocating pressure. The sledgehammer with both hands danced rapidly, and a group of twisted hammer shadows pressed down towards the war hammer that was rapidly stabbing from the air.

Zhang Hao looked at the two fighting and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Fang Xin is indeed a good general. He knows how to use his momentum to oppress the enemy at the most appropriate time and take the opportunity to increase the morale of the city-guarding cultivators.

However, as the main general, he took risks with himself. If he was defeated, he would definitely cause a greater blow to his cultivators.

Zhang Hao was thinking.

I saw the spear in Fang Xin's hand suddenly assassinated towards the general who was wielding the double hammers.

The timing of this shot was very clever. Just as the cultivator was in mid-air, he suddenly rushed forward, and the Zi Qing Yunswallow in the air had no place to leverage in the air, so it was already very difficult to turn around.

The spear is like fire and the body is like a leopard.

The tip of the gun was sent slightly, and only the purple Qing swallowing cloud lion was heard, making a shrill scream, and red blood splashed out from the neck.

The cultivators from the Great Shang Kingdom immediately cheered.

Fang Xin successfully hit the spear in his hand and immediately retreated calmly, and quickly retreated towards the city gate. He did not take this opportunity to use a killer move on the cultivator on the back of Ziqing Twist Cloud Lion.

At this moment, the cultivator riding on the back of Zi Qing Yunswallow suddenly felt that the whole body of his mount was relaxed, and then he fell directly from the void, and his expression changed drastically. Fang Xin's shot just now actually broke through the demonic consciousness of Zi Qing Yunswallow.

The 10-2-foot-long Ziqing Cloud-swallowing lion fell directly from the air dozens of meters, shocking a large area of ​​smoke and dust.

Fang Xin's expression did not change at all. He dragged his gun with one hand and stood solemnly in the center of the city gate.

Its momentum is full of the mighty and domineering spirit of a man who can only pass by thousands of men.

The tribal cultivator holding a double hammer fell rapidly from the void and landed heavily next to his mount. He stepped on the ground and shattered it with one foot. He looked at the Zi Qing Swallow, who had already disappeared from the ground with red eyes.

He was furious and stepped on the ground with his feet very quickly. He saw shocking cracks appearing in the green inner city ground instantly, accompanied by a very fast cracking sound.

The cultivator holding the double hammers turned into a ball of shadows and swung the double hammers and rushed towards Fang Xin.

Fang Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spear in his hand was gently dragging it, slashing on the ground, and a stinging sound came.

When the cultivator's figure entered three meters ahead of Fang Xin, the spear in Fang Xin's hand suddenly rotated rapidly and pierced more than one foot deep into the ground. A circle with a diameter of about three inches appeared at the tip of the spear. All the bluestone in this circle turned into blue powder. The powder not only did not dissipate with the rotation of the spear tip in Fang Xin's hand, but was sucked by the suction force transmitted from the spear tip.

The spear was lifted and turned around Fang Xin's waist, like a poisonous dragon sticking out his tongue and killing the tribe man.

The furious man raised his hammers suddenly, and saw that the sky in front of him turned into blue, followed by the blue powder everywhere, accompanied by a shocking gun force, and rushed towards him.

If the man in this tribe was usually used to use defensive moves to resist one or two, and then wait for an opportunity to kill him. But at this moment, he was still furious and only wanted to avenge his Ziqing Twunyun Lion, so he would not take into account these things, so he naturally went up to him.

But when he entered Fang Xin's body one meter away, he immediately found that the blue clouds in the sky were not smoke, but powder made of bluestone.

The powder was wrapped in a gun force and instantly caught the eyes of the tribe man. The man was shocked and the war hammer in his hands danced wildly, for fear that Fang Xin would kill him with one shot.

The two hammers danced wildly, like two spiraling windmills, emitting a violent and powerful wind.

Fang Xin looked at the man, shook his head, turned around and strode towards the city gate.

The violent wind blew the scarlet shawl behind its armor and danced, like a flying flag, flying in the flying fires.

The cultivators in the Great Shang Kingdom, looking at such a brave Fang Xin, were deeply impressed by the other party's righteous act.

Suddenly, cheers were like thunder, and the great Shang Dynasty instantly became like a rainbow.

The general holding the double hammers opened his eyes and saw that Fang Xin had arrived under the gate of the Da Shang Kingdom. Hearing the general on the gate of the Da Shang Kingdom, the cultivator cheered like a tsunami. He was angry and ashamed. He could no longer hold on to the double hammers and rushed towards Fang Xin.

Fang Xin was still more than twenty feet away from the city gate. When he heard the angry voice of the cultivator behind him, he still walked forward slowly.

The cultivators above the Great Shang Kingdom were suddenly anxious and did not understand why Fang Xin did not turn back and fight back.

Zhang Hao, who was hiding among the enemy, had a faint admiring smile on his lips.

The general holding a double hammer behind Fang Xin was getting closer and closer to Fang Xin. At this time, Fang Xin happened to have finished the third step. Fang Xin raised his foot and suddenly stepped out to the right in his crotch, and his figure suddenly turned around.

He held the spear in his hand with both hands, and the mana in his body was violently deployed, and the spear was pulled away by a big flag.

The gun body suddenly turned like a crescent moon in the air.

The tribal cultivator who was rushing forward suddenly felt a whimper coming from the sky ahead, and saw an extremely sharp wind suddenly killing him.

The double hammers in the hand of a tribal man turned into a twisted phantom and smashed towards Fang Xin.

The men of the tribe had no reservation at all. Before the hammer arrived, their momentum was already shocking, which made people feel scared.

However, Fang Xin seemed to be right. The tribe man was ready for this attack, and the spear in his hand suddenly ejected out.

The tip of the gun quickly ejected onto the cheek of the tribe man, and a red blood mark quickly appeared on the face of the tribe man, which made the tribe man's expression instantly become ferocious.

Only the tribe man shouted angrily, and the war hammer in his right hand smashed towards Fang Xin's retracement spear. This time he took action very quickly, and the spear was smashed firmly by this hammer.

An astonishing sound of gold and iron attacks suddenly came from the air.

When Fang Xin saw the hammer in the hand of a tribe man hit him down, he instantly let go of his hands. Although the spear hit him, Fang Xin let go and the spear was in the void and supported the force. Most of the power was quietly resolved by the sinking force in the void.

Fang Xin's body flew in the void, and his right hand quickly poked out towards the spear and grabbed it.

The spear that was falling rapidly flew into Fang Xin's hands.

Fang Xin, holding a spear, looked solemn, and the spear pierced the soles of the tribe's man from the bottom.

The tribal man was as powerful as a rainbow, waving his double hammers from the void and bombarded him suddenly.

The cultivators of the Great Shang Kingdom were all looking at the battle below at this time, and were faintly worried about Fang Xin.

Zhang Hao quietly pinched a golden pill with his right hand, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, preparing to help Fang Xin in the moment of crisis.

In this battle just now, Fang Xin showed outstanding skills and control of the situation. He was a general who was very needed by the Hongchen Sword Sect. Zhang Hao would save his life at all costs.

Fang Xin felt the violent aura of the tribal man in the void. This time the other party was in a rage and could not resist it. However, the Da Shang Kingdom is a piece of fat in the mouth of these tribal cultivators. If he did not perform strong enough, he would definitely be gathered and annihilated by these cultivators in the shortest time. Therefore, only by taking risks and turning the impossible into possibility can the Da Shang Kingdom compete for a glimmer of hope in this battle.

For decades, whenever a country's general is a warrior, this country will perish. This is also a shadow in his heart. Today is also the time for him to dispel this shadow in his heart.

The spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake, spinning rapidly and stabbing the tribe cultivator.

The violent wind directly tore the scarlet shawl behind Fang Xin, and the scarlet shawl drifted down in the void.

But Fang Xin did not retreat. His spear invaded like fire and quickly assassinated from the gap between the two hammers.

The cultivators had not seen clearly what was going on, but saw the body of a tribe man falling down from the void at a rapid speed.

The tribal man's eyes were full of unwillingness. Just now, in order to kill him, the other party entered and directly brought his head to face his warhammer. The other party's crazy behavior caused the mind of the tribal man to be hit, and his speed was instantly slowed by one thousandth of a blink of an eye. It was this blink of an eye that caused him to die and die.

The warhammer in his hand was only five inches away from Fang Xin's head. The sharp barb on the warhammer had cut off Fang Xin's gray-white silver hair.

The body of a tribal man slowly fell from the air with several strands of silver hair above Fang Xin's head.

The spear in Fang Xin's hand was like a silver sweeping away the sky, provoking all the collection and double hammers of the tribe men, and landing on the ground quickly.

At the front of the spear, carrying the heads and weapons of the tribe man, he walked slowly towards the Great Shang Kingdom alone.

In the center of the wide road more than thirty feet, this man seemed very majestic. At this moment, he was like a god of war from the sky, making no tribal cultivator behind him dare to plunder his sharpness.

Over the Great Shang Kingdom, all the war generals cheered, and the voices were like horses galloping, rolling in.

Fang Xinlai's headless body swirled up quickly under the city gate, hanging the head and weapons of the tribe man high in the middle of the city gate of the Da Shang Kingdom. At this time, the headless body of the Da Shang Kingdom man landed on the ground, shocking a large area of ​​smoke and dust.
Chapter completed!