I saw Baisha coming up with a large bag of things. I saw Yang Weilong driving a sniper rifle. He complained to Zhu Huihui next to him that the fog was too heavy and that the sniper rifle was useless and wanted to change it with her.

Old Man Zhu was teasing Bai Qi that five old things could not keep up with the times. I found Taoist Master Lingmao and others hidden in the woods. He was stroking the inner armor on his body. He said to him in his heart, "Thank you for helping Bai Qi take care of his grandson. If we have the chance in the future, our Bu clan will repay you well." The Taoist Master Lingmao searched everywhere like a ghost. Just as I was surprised, a thunder sound came from my ears, which scared me so much that I almost dropped the jade in my hand to the ground. The fog in front of me disappeared quickly as if it was taken away by a range hood. In the sky to the north, the black dark clouds slowly pressed down. Several old men were sitting quietly with their eyes closed, and I knew they were watching the battlefield with their hearts.

I also quickly threw my soul power into it. When I looked through the jade, the main gate had already broken through. More than a dozen crossbowmen on the rooftop were constantly scattering crossbow arrows. Li Jian took the lead and rushed to the front, blocking the flying crossbow arrows from time to time. Next to him was Niu Mang. He was holding an iron gate with two people from the Fire Cloud Gate as a shield to protect the dozen people behind. The crossbow arrows shot on it and flew directly. Although two of them with arrow-like figures rushed in front to attract firepower, some people were still caught in arrows and fell to the ground from time to time.

More than 20 people rushed out of the building, holding samurai swords and shouting and hitting each other. Three strong men from the Huoyun Gate shouted and smashed the door panel. Two of them could not dodge and were directly photographed under the door. Several people did not finish the knife. They rushed into the crowd and started killing. Dozens of people behind them also rushed over. They used to watch the trampling accidents on TV, but they felt nothing. Today, they saw this scene with their own eyes and started to feel cold from the bottom of their hearts. One of them was directly hit on their body, with their feet exposed. At first, they pedaled violently. After dozens of people passed, they were only twitching. I couldn't imagine what the door looked like. The other was directly hit on their waist, and he was even more unlucky. When a group of people rushed over, he was still awake. His left arm had been twisted irregularly. His right hand was trying hard to fit a samurai sword, but unfortunately it was still a short distance away.

At this time, a Longhushan disciple with an arrow on his leg was rushing forward with a sword. His arrow had been pulled out, tearing off a sleeve, and tied it on his thigh. When he passed by the door panel, I actually saw hope in the eyes of a Japanese man. He grabbed the ankle of a Longhushan disciple and pulled him down. Just as I thought this little Japanese was really bloody, the Longhushan disciple cut off his right hand with one sword, and then he struggled

Climbed up and walked towards the battle group. The Japanese cursed something loudly. The desperate face was covered with blue-gray. The disciple of Longhu Mountain took two steps and turned around and came back. He said to the Japanese, "I'll help you get rid of it." After saying that, he stabbed his chest with a sword. The Japanese actually said thank you in Japanese. The disciple of Longhu Mountain bent down and closed his eyes for a while, and whispered, "Be a good person in the next life."

Just as he straightened his body and looked glorious and glorious, a crossbow arrow shot through his right temple and nailed it to the left clavicle, and a large mouthful of blood foam overflowed from his mouth.

Seeing this, I shook my head, "Zhong Er died of talking too much."

Two disciples of Huoyun Sect with large waists and round waists downstairs held two iron rods on their shoulders. One Wudang disciple flew up on the wall of the building and flew up a window on the second floor, and then he fell down. Just as I was secretly yelling that it was a pity, he was landing on the iron rod. The iron rod bent the two disciples of Huoyun Sect to compete on their waists, and fired the Wudang disciple up like an arrow, and rushed directly over the rooftop. He grabbed a Japanese man holding a crossbow and pulled him down. He leaped to the rooftop with force. Before his feet landed, a Japanese man smashed his calves directly on his calves. He rolled directly onto the rooftop. Just as he was about to get up, another Japanese man slashed his samurai sword and rolled his head out very far.

A squad leader looked down, shouted a few times, and more than a dozen people rushed to the rooftop to support. Just as he organized a counterattack, his head exploded like a watermelon, definitely exploded, and only the lower row of teeth were shaking, then I heard a gunshot. I looked at the gunshot. Zhu Huihui was holding a sniper rifle to aim, Yang Weilong was holding two small pistols next to him, begging for a change of guns. Another gunshot, a Japanese man with a mustache, and flew away from his body. The bad luck was that a crossbowman behind him shot directly on his back, and the huge force directly lifted him downstairs. No need to see that he was dead.

I used to watch TV and felt that sniper rifles were nothing, but today I saw the real version that felt too bloody and violent. The drama was a mess! But if you think about it carefully, I don’t know how many people would cry when I put this scene on the screen.

The little Japanese on the rooftop also reacted and looked for cover.

Li Jian also flew to the rooftop in the way just now. As soon as he showed his head, he threw two flying knives. He turned around and jumped off the rooftop without even looking at it. Seven or eight crossbow arrows were pressed to his back. I was just sorry that he came up and was forced to go down without killing one of them. A hand that was leaning against the rooftop with force, Li Jian turned over to the rooftop again, and a flying knives in his hand were directly inserted into a person's eye socket. A few rolls on the ground and cut off a person's calf, stabbing the sword into a person's chest. Seven or eight people raised their swords to chop them up, forcing him to abandon the sword and jump off the rooftop. Another gunshot, this time, four or five people fell to the ground and wailed.

The battle in the yard has basically ended, and the troops on both wings have entered and have already entered the lobby on the first floor. Niu Mang led a few strong men from Huoyun Gate to the stairs on the first floor and faced a group of little Japanese who came down from the upper floor to support him. There were no fancy moves and agile steps, and several big men crushed them like tanks, slashing horizontally and vertically, and the knife blocked the knife and broke it, and people were killed.

Many of the Maoshan people who came from the west side went straight into the broken window on the second floor and rushed from behind to the people blocking the stairs. The little Japanese were killed in less than two minutes.

Niu Mang rushed to the second floor with blood all over his body. More than a dozen long wounds on his body turned outwards, looking very terrifying. He turned around and looked at the seven or eight panting disciples of the Huoyun Sect behind him, and asked hoarsely with a smile, "Are you scared?"

A strong man who had already taken off his shirt and barely killed him, said, "You're so scared, go kill another game." The people below also laughed and shouted, "Kill another game."

Niu Mang also tore up the ragged clothes on his body and threw them away, shouting, "Let's kill you as much as you go up the third floor." Several big men screamed and rushed up the third floor, seeing a group of Maoshan Taoist priests standing stupidly.

I was so excited that I wanted to do something shirtless. The power of role models on the battlefield was endless. An old Maoshan Taoist shouted, "Where are you watching the show, go ahead."

There is very little resistance on the third floor. Some Wudang disciples cannot do light skills and cannot go directly to the rooftop. They broke into the window on the third floor. They already had an absolute advantage in the corridor. Where are the little Japanese struggling to support them, they can see what formations these Wudang disciples used. The five people in the front are two in front and three in the back, and they are steadily moving forward. The two people in the front are just blocking, and the people on both sides of the back also block the two people in the front blocking, and they often cut a few swords to pull the other party's attention. The man in the middle of the back row only had one move, raising his sword and stabbing straight. His opponent would basically be blocked by the two people in the front or breaking the empty door. Each sword was as relaxed as whipping the person tied to the punishment frame.

Niu Mang glanced at them, picked up a samurai sword and threw it over. Several Japanese were forced to retreat step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step. When they were stunned, the Wudang disciples also changed their formation and attacked with all their strength. In an instant, several people were lying down. The last lucky little Japanese looked around and jumped down from the third floor. Several disciples from Jinxia Temple downstairs were treating the injured and giving the injured enemy a compassionate relief. The guy who jumped down on the third floor was pretty good.

Zi rolled forward, took off his strength, and picked up a knife and slashed directly at the back of an old nun who was saving people. The nun had a whisk in his back, looking very slow. The person lying on the ground loudly reminded her, with a kind expression on her face, like an old lady who was sharing candy for the child next door. She slowly joined her body, and the knife was slashing the whisk behind her, and the fire was rising. She turned around with the force. She faced the little Japanese face, but her kind face was still in sharp contrast with the hideous little Japanese.

The old nun inserted his right fingers directly into his eyes, and his two eyeballs were directly pulled out. The little Japanese screamed. The old nun made a palm with his right hand. A white snake spitted a letter and pointed it into his throat, and the scream was cut off.

A crisp sound of egg shattering came, and the little Japanese fell down like a wooden stake. At this time, the old nun slowly lowered her feet. She slowly turned around to continue to save the Taoist disciple on the ground. A disciple of Jinxia Temple wanted to deal with the little Japanese on the ground. The old nun spoke, and said a word that made me so thunderous that I was so cruel that I was tender inside. "Don't steal the head, let him die slowly."

A very strange scene appeared. A kind old lady who saved lives and was slit up the wounds. A little Japanese eye behind her was snatched, her eggs were broken, and her trachea was broken like a fish that was out of water and twisting everywhere.

Niu Mang had already rushed to the rooftop with a sword and a slash of swords. My vision was blurred and my head hurt a little, but I still insisted on watching. Seeing Niu Mang chopping people, it felt very beautiful. Whether he cut someone else or being chopped by others, it made people excited. He chopped off the rooftop with one knife, stepped on the rooftop with one foot and raised his knife and shouted "It's great." Haha, the Taoist disciples behind also raised their weapons and shouted. I was speechless, like a group of Soviet soldiers who captured Berlin.

The old nun waved to Niu Mang and said, "I'll sew it down for you."

Niu Mang looked at it with fear and said, "I'm afraid of height." Halfway through, Li Jian kicked him down and rushed down. He grabbed Niu Mang's wrist with one hand and put it on the windowsill on the third floor, and then transformed some of the falling power. On the windowsill on the second floor, the two of them easily landed on the ground. Niu Mang's legs were soft and his butt was sitting on the ground, closing his eyes and shouting in his mouth. When he touched the ground, he opened his eyes and hurriedly got up and shouted to the kind old nun, "Teacher, help me, my blood is almost dry." The old nun attracted a few disciples from Jinxia Temple, and several mended Niu Mang together, as if he was working together to show off a flower.

This battle lasted about ten minutes. It was so exciting. It was even more enjoyable than watching blockbusters. I vaguely felt that there was something wrong there. There, by the way, I rarely saw the disciples of Longhu Mountain. They did not find their altar, nor did they find Luo Yu's son and wife. It seemed that the number of people was not as good as that, and the group of Lingmao Taoist did not see it either.

My head hurts more and more. I forced myself to search everywhere. I saw a basement where the disciples from Longhu Mountain hit the door. They were relatively thin. If it were the Huoyun Sect, the group of animals would have hit the door long ago.

I tried to pass through the door, but it was blocked. After several attempts, I couldn't succeed. I watched them hit the door with peace of mind. The door was shaking more and more, and I felt more and more uneasy. Just as I was irritated, I looked up and saw a exhaust fan, which was very high from the ground. Now I was not a mortal, so I controlled my vision and flew up. There were a four-story altar with small black bottles arranged in the secret room. An old man sat on the steps of the altar, holding a detonator in his hand, and there were many explosive packs in the secret room, exactly the same as the ones performed on TV.

I shouted to the people in Longhu Mountain, "Run quickly, they have explosives." They ignored me and were still struggling to hit the door. When I saw that they had no reaction, I got into the secret room from the exhaust fan.

The secret room is not small and can reach more than 400 square meters.

The explosive pack was also blocked. One timer showed that there was still one minute and seventeen seconds left. There were two people tied beside the altar, one woman and one child.

The woman had just been humiliated at first sight, and was naked on the explosive bag. The child was staring at the old man with anger. The long nails on the old man were holding the woman's back, and there were several blood marks every time. The number on the monitor had jumped to thirty seconds. The gloomy old man whispered to the little boy, "I won't accompany you anymore haha." He got up and pushed open a big black hole in the wall, took out a lock and hung it on a zip line. He looked at the monitor at the door, and then slid down in thirteen seconds. I shouted anxiously.

Go from your sister's perspective. If God had feelings for these tragedies every day but was powerless, he would probably have collapsed long ago. Is it really the so-called ruthless way of heaven?

Go to your sister's way of heaven is ruthless. Tears have flowed out, and I shouted "Run quickly and there will be bombs"

Then my eyes turned dark and I fainted.

When I opened my eyes, Master Jinxia pressed the top of my head with one hand. The feeling of bursting in my head was much better. When I woke up, she pulled her hands.

I asked in frustration, “Did it explode?”

Yun Zhongzi asked in confusion, "What kind of explosion? Your soul power is overdrawn, maybe,,,"

Just as he didn't finish a word, a huge explosion came from a distance.
Chapter completed!