The gunmen had already stabbed the spear at him. Li Wenjun waved the Dragon-Shou Yanfeng sword. This time he did not emit a knife light, but directly chopped off the spear heads of all the spears with the sharpness of the Dragon-Shou Yanfeng sword itself. The spear was cut down in a piece, and all turned into a fire stick. The length was not enough, so it was difficult to reach Li Wenjun standing in the middle of the iron cage.

Jiang Shan was anxious and shouted, "Where is the archer? Come and shoot Li Wenjun to death."

The second hall is so big, and the huge iron cage takes up more than half of the space. In addition, the third young master, Wu Xuemei and others have not had time to go out yet, and more than a dozen spearmen are still surrounded by the cage. So many people are blocking the second hall. If the archers outside want to come in, they have to wait until the people inside come out.

Unlike just now, archers could shoot arrows outside without restraint. At this moment, except for Li Wenjun, they were all their own people in the second hall, especially the third young master and Jiang Shan were also inside. The archers did not dare to shoot arrows outside at all.

This gave Li Wenjun a breathing time, which made Li Wenjun see a glimmer of hope when he was unable to retreat.

Jiang Shan jumped up in a hurry and urged her repeatedly. In order to get the time, he even grabbed a few gunmen and threw them outside the second hall. However, there was a mess inside the second hall, with people crowded, and he had to take care of the third young master's safety. It was so easy to clean the second hall and make room for it in a hurry.

Li Wenjun dared not waste time. When the archers came in, he would have to wait for death. Even if he mastered the method of Immortal Vajra, a special method for defense, the characteristics of Immortal Vajra destined to be passively beaten. When his magic power was exhausted, he was trapped in an iron cage. No matter how good his skills were, he could not use it. Just wait for the archer to shoot him into a hedgehog.

Seeing the iron cage going around, Li Wenjun keenly seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, pinched the spiritual skills with his hands, and the magic power flowed rapidly in his meridians, leading out of the acupoints in his palm, and stumbled upon the wind. Suddenly, a fireball the size of a quail egg appeared in his palm.

There were also several gunmen around the iron cage and tried hard to stab Li Wenjun with a bald spear. They looked at Li Wenjun's palm in horror as if they were seeing a ghost. "Mr. Jiang, Master Jiang, look, Li Wenjun will set fire."

Jiang Shan turned her head and happened to see Li Wenjun throwing the fireball towards an iron fence. Jiang Shan's face turned pale and he almost flew out of the sky.

He murmured, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! How could Li Wenjun be a cultivator? What the hell is this? Come here, hurry up and escort the third young master out of here. Archers, you guys are going to be quick, shoot him to death, otherwise we will all die when Li Wenjun comes out of the cage. Hurry! Hurry!! Hurry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The second hall was even more chaotic. Many people witnessed the entire process of Li Wenjun's release of fireball skills. At this time, no matter how stupid they were, they knew that they had locked a "god" in a cage. The dignity of the gods was not to be offended. Once the offense was offended, the consequences would be unimaginable. They rushed to the outside of the second hall.

The third young master was also so scared that his legs were weak. Because of his family, he had to know more about the situation of immortal cultivators than ordinary people. Almost every immortal cultivator was a powder keg, and he would explode as soon as he touched it, and he would die as soon as he exploded. He almost hated Wu Qi to death. Why didn't this incompetent dog official investigate Li Wenjun's details in advance? Today, Wu Qi was really going to be killed.

He doesn't want to die. He still wants to have a great life without enjoying it, high officials and generous salaries without enjoying it, and countless beauties without tasting it. How could he die in this small Sanshan County?

After Li Wenjun was promoted to the second level of Qi training period, the preparation time for releasing the fireball technique was reduced by almost half. In addition, he practiced for a while later, and the preparation time had stabilized at about four breaths. Releasing twice was only eight breaths, which was the time for eight breaths.

The fireball seems to be small in size, and the color of the flame is also very soft, with a dim orange color, but its temperature is not low at all. Because it is mana as fuel, its temperature is higher than that of most flames in the world.

When it landed on the fine steel fence as thick as a child's arm, the fireball stuck to it. In a short moment, the fireball burned both ends of an iron fence into a red liquid state. The liquid iron slag fell downwards, and the unmelted iron fence in the middle drooped down.

Li Wenjun grabbed the iron fence and pulled down the unmelted iron fence. Then, he raised the iron fence high and threw it towards the archers who were crowded at the door of the second hall.

Among all, the archers pose the greatest threat to him and belong to the group that needs to be eliminated first.

The steel rod quickly cut through the void like a sharp arrow and stabbed hard on an archer. The steel rod had a great potential energy and flew backwards with the archer. He fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood in his mouth, and died immediately. The evening breeze blew, and a burnt smell came from his wound.

At the same time, there was also a scream in the second hall. The red iron slag dripped from the steel rod, and I wondered which unlucky guy dripped on the body. The temperature of the iron slag was over thousands of degrees, so who could tolerate such high temperature? The iron slag fell on his body and burned his body almost instantly. The scream was just an instinctive reaction before his death.

"San Gongzi, go quickly! If you don't leave, it will be too late." Jiang Shan really wanted to squeeze into the third son, but the people in the second hall were panicked and did not give him the chance to squeeze into the third son.

If we talk about the private soldiers of the Pojun Hou Mansion brought by Jiang Shan, they are all elite. Once placed on the battlefield, they will definitely be one to ten, and they will be unstoppable. But the problem is that when they need to face the "gods", they will be in a state of conscience. In their consciousness, this is a situation of death. Even though they know that going up is death, how many people can see through the mystery of life and death.

Even if there are a few people who are fearless and fearless, they will not play any role when everyone is rushing out.

Jiang Shan regretted it to death. If she had known this, she would have prepared more mechanisms in advance. Perhaps another mechanism would have trapped Li Wenjun to death. But this can only be thought about it. It is already the limit to be able to prepare two mechanisms made of steel, such as the pit and the hanging cage, in just three days, unless he is willing to spend more time.

But the problem was that at that time, no matter who it was, it felt that it was enough.

He thought that preparing two major mechanisms for the pit and cage, including the knife, axe, gunman, and archer, would be enough to deal with Li Wenjun. With such careful deployment, even if five or six Wang Yonggui came together, he would have gone without returning.

Jiang Shan’s preparations cannot be said to be insufficient, and the considerations cannot be said to be incomplete. However, if he got the wrong target of the plot, he would not succeed.
Chapter completed!