It's already past one o'clock in the morning.

Tianyin City is still shrouded in the fire. Even the night in the sky seems to have disappeared, everything is red, just like a warm light that is flashing and dark.

But the battlefield of Qincheng has become quiet.

The counterattack should have been more intense, but it seemed that everything had fallen into silence.

I could only hear the crackling sound of the Qilin Fire burning in Qincheng, and I could not hear the rest of the sounds.

Everyone in the Four Streets retreated from the bridge almost at the same time and several hundred meters away from Qincheng. The head of the General Attack of the Four Gate issued an order almost at the same time, requiring all the brothers to retreat.

The level of the battle next is no longer something they can participate in.

They can only be one audience.

Qincheng, South Gate.

The old man with white hair gusted the wine in the pot and stood up from the rocking chair.

He looked at the old man who was holding a sword in the fire, and a smile of relief appeared on his lips.

Long Wu stood ten meters away from the old man. He put away his sword and bowed slowly, "Senior Xiao."

Xiao Zimin nodded with a smile.

"On the day last year, when you said we still had a fight, I still didn't believe it."

"After all, this Qincheng Gate hasn't come to the enemy for hundreds of years."

"I didn't expect that a year passed in a blink of an eye, and today you are standing in front of me. I feel relieved for you to see that you have the courage to face me."

Long Wu was like a junior, lowering his head and listening to Xiao Zimin's words.

At the same time, at the same time! The god of the North Gate Sect Feng Ling faced Qin Mo! The god of the West Gate Shunqing faced Zhangu, Pingji! The god of the East Gate Cao Bing faced Feng Xiao! This was almost a battle of extraordinary times.

The four gate gods of Qincheng are all over 70 years old, and Feng Xiao and others are not young anymore. Except for Qin Mo, a 22-year-old man, the rest are all figures who have already become famous in Tianyin City.

"Huh! This is probably a cross-age battle."

Sun Qitian took a breath.

All battlefields are rare battles in this life, and I don’t know which side to look at.

Wu Shen sighed, "The four gate gods of the Qin family! The last guardian god of Qin City."

"After the battle between these four gate gods, we can also judge how to act."

“How to act?

What's the meaning?"

Gongsun Tengyun and Sun Qitian looked at Wu Shen in confusion.

A mysterious smile appeared on Wu Shen's lips.

"The Qin family dominated Tianyin City for hundreds of years. Have you always been willing to be the puppets of the Qin family?"

Wu Shen's words instantly made Gongsun Tengyun and Sun Qitian understand.

The two of them subconsciously took a step back, nervously unable to speak, "Wu Shen, aren't your father still with Mr. Qin?"

You...Dare you?"

Wu Shen shook his head with a faint smile.

"Are you really stupid or fake stupid?"

"Don't you understand the current situation in Tianyin City?"

"The main force of the Qin family is no longer in Tianyin, otherwise how dare Qin Mo attack Qincheng?"

"Did you see support on the other two main streets of the Qin family in this battle in Qincheng?

How long has it been? Qin Mo led the Fourth Street and had already reached the gate of Qincheng. However, the Qin family only dispatched the city guards, the Nian Group and the nine spiritual beasts..." "Do you understand now?"

"Qincheng is already empty."

Gongsun Tengyun and Sun Qitian swallowed with difficulty.

More than a dozen heads of the family looked a little nervous, and cold sweat flowed out from their foreheads.

Even if Qin [5200     www.bqg5200.co] was empty, but the Qin family’s hundreds of years of pressure here, Wu Shen’s idea still scared them.

They thought that Wu Shen brought them to the rooftop to watch the wall. In order to wait for the best opportunity to attack Qin Mo, who would have thought that Wu Shen wanted to gain some benefits from this chaotic situation.

"After working as a dog for the Qin family for a long time, I can't help but know how to walk."

"It's okay, this battle between the four gate gods may take some time, and give you enough time to think slowly."

Wu Shen smiled lightly, "It's not like that, if you insist, you will rebel against the Qin family."

"After the Battle of the Four Gate Gods, if Qin Mo is defeated, we will defeat the Four Streets in one fell swoop and take the greatest contribution of Qin City to protect us. The Qin family will also have our benefits."

"If the Qin family is defeated..." Wu Shen's eyes flashed with coldness, "Anyway, just be prepared. No matter what, we can't lose, right?"

The heads of the family looked at each other and were silent.

Inside Qincheng, study room.

Qin Zi'ang slowly put down the book in his hand, picked up the teacup and walked to the window.

Looking at the fire rising from the sky in Qincheng, he took a sip of tea and looked calmly in the distance.

Qin Huang sat on the sofa and saw the fire outside the window, rubbed his hands anxiously.

He looked up at his father several times, wanting to say something, and knew that what he said would definitely be beaten. He opened his mouth but did not dare to say it.

The door of the study room was pushed open.

Qin Tian came in from outside in a mess, and Qin Hua was still following behind him, both of them were covered in dust.

Qin Huang was shocked suddenly and looked at Qin Tian’s bare forehead, "Uncle San, why are you bald?"

Qin Tian twitched his lips, not wanting to answer his nephew's question.

He walked straight behind Qin Zi'ang, "Second brother, the city guards can't resist it anymore."

"Where is the spirit beast?"

"I was subdued by...the pet dog raised by Qin Mo."

Qin Tian stuttered.

"Um?"

Qin Zi'ang frowned slightly and put down the cup, "What pet dog?"

"Just... it's just a very small little puppy..." Qin Tian really didn't know what to say.

"Little puppy?

What the hell?"

Qin Zi'ang was stunned.

"That... in short, it's...when the dog barked, all the spirit beasts... fell down."

Qin Tian said helplessly, this matter was too absurd and bizarre, and he didn't know what to say.

"They have arrived under the city gate?"

Qin Zi's brows frowned even tighter.

"yes."

"The Battle of the Four Gate Gods!"

Qin Zi'ang turned his head and looked at the fire outside the window, and couldn't help feeling, "Let's go to the attic to take a look."

When Qin Zi'ang and his group stood on the attic in the center of Qin City, the battle of the four gates had already begun! Four old men of the level of the martial god rushed towards the four at the same time! When the four people's strength exploded, the buildings around Qinhuang Street began to shake.

A wave of air around them actually blasted the Qincheng City to open several pits! "Four Great Martial Gods!"

"Qin Mo and the others are not easy to fight this battle!"

"My God, all four are at the level of the martial gods. Let's retreat!"

The various aristocratic families watching on the rooftop were obviously panicked.

They had to move around and stand on the rooftops of several buildings behind them, so as not to affect the battlefield below.

Everyone in the Four Streets also quickly retreated. They pulled a few hundred meters away before stopping.

The ambulance convoy also drove away from Qinhuang Street quickly.

When the battle reached this level, even those who were watching would feel panic. Everyone evacuated to a very far position and dared to continue to pay attention to the battlefields on all sides! When the four old men moved, they were no longer old men in their twilight years. Their majestic martial arts strength crushed over, giving Qin Mo and others a sense of order.

So strong! When Feng Ling hit Qin Mo with a palm, Qin Mo quickly took a step back.

Her palm power hit the void, and even burst out a crackling spark of air! It burst out a small piece of air in an instant.

Qin Mo has fought countless fierce battles in China for more than two years. This is the first time he has felt this unprecedented pressure! "Retreat! Retreat! Don't want to fight, don't want to fight."

Feng Ling didn't even pull out the brush hanging around her waist. She just whispered while typing, just like a mother comforting her child.
To be continued...