Chapter Thirty-Second, Asura Comes to the World, Pointing to Nine Cauldrons
"And me!"
Lu Cui jumped out of the flying ferry, punched a monk with thunder and lightning, and took away the monk's flying weapon.
"Where did you get the flying ferry?" Lu Fanchi was overjoyed, but he was worried that he would not be able to escape and was surrounded by monks.
"It's Miss Jiang. She has everything in her tailor shop, including a flying ferry. But sir, I'm sorry, we couldn't stop the medicine man. Just now there was a swordsman in red clothes, who killed the medicine man with one sword.
Let them attack the city with all their might."
Lu Cui was afraid when he thought about it. That sword was enough to destroy the world. Although he had never met many sword masters in his life, that woman could not be picked out even among the masters. This sword,
It is the most shocking picture I have ever seen in my life.
"Sword master? Forget it, help me stop them."
Lu Fanchi couldn't care about anything else at this time. Even if the woman in red blocked his way, he still had to rush to the camp of the five kings with all his strength. Maybe he wanted to protect Yuguo from the bottom of his heart. To be precise, he didn't want to have Mei anymore.
When someone like Han died in front of him, even if Xuan Nu didn't take his lead at the beginning, he would still fight to the death without hesitation.
"It's ridiculous, just you guys can stop us?" the leading monk on the other side sneered.
"Without further ado."
Lu Cui is not just a boxer, he has also practiced a few moves in addition to boxing. He can't say that he is perfect, but he can use it to deal with the people in front of him with ease. I can see that he is making secrets with both hands, and the electric light flashes between his palms, forming a
It's a tiny ball, hand it out.
The monks from the five countries did not pay attention to this tiny electric ball. They laughed for a while and then launched an offensive at the same time.
"burst!"
With Lu Cui's sound, the electric ball suddenly spread out, emitting electric light in all directions, like a waterfall covered with electric current, surrounding a dozen monks.
Mo Zhao, who was on the bow of the ship, saw the right opportunity and fired three or four rockets in succession, drawing a curtain of fire in the air and merging with the electric waterfall.
The thunder and fire were connected, and their power increased to a higher level. Seeing that the monk could not escape death.
Several of the monks from Shu sacrificed their Gu boxes, and strange insects flew out with wings, spreading out defensive arrays to compete with their thunder and fire nets.
The people on the ground were not idle either and launched an attack on Lu Fanchi and others.
When the arrow came, Lu Fanchi had quick eyes and quick hands, and the cauldron energy transformed into a shape to protect himself and Lu Cui. There was no way to avoid Jiang Li's flying ferry, and the bottom of the boat was torn to pieces.
Jiang Li, Zhao Shenyang, and Mo Zhao abandoned the ship and jumped out. The three of them stepped on the flying weapons made by Jiang Li and flew into the sky. Unfortunately, the flying ferry crashed.
"Sir, this thunder fire net cannot last long, please leave quickly." Jiang Lei said.
Lu Fanchi couldn't bear it, but he was desperate and said urgently: "Okay!"
In fact, he couldn't leave. The people on the ground were more difficult to deal with than the people in the sky. Before he could move, wave after wave of bows and arrows were fired at him. With Jiuding's support, he could only slow down.
On the Great Wall of Prisoners, Chu Muqing saw all this. The horn for counterattack sounded. He broke his promise and ordered people to open the city gate. He couldn't control the people in the sky, but he could control the people on the ground.
In charge, the crisis is imminent. Once the door is opened, it attracts many troops from the ground to rush towards the door.
The remaining three Qianfang Tianji crossbows fired all the remaining arrows, forcing the siege vehicles outside the city gate. The soldiers who had no time to abandon the vehicles and flee became a hornet's nest.
Chu Muqing picked up an ordinary spear with one foot and put half of the phoenix wing on his back. He knew his current situation. Even though his Taoist heart was still there, his spiritual power was completely exhausted. A half-dead monk was no different from an ordinary soldier.
The two people in front opened the city gate, and Chu Muqing thrust out a spear, striding forward. A dozen people in succession tried hard, but they couldn't withstand Chu Muqing's simple strength.
Another shot provoked the enemy in front of him. Chu Muqing took the lead, and then the gun shot out like a dragon and charged into the enemy army. Three or two Chu family spears shattered the ground, smashing seven or eight enemy soldiers.
Wearing white clothes dyed brown with blood, he kept the enemy at the gate of Prisoner Dragon City. He let out waves of threats, looked at the young man in the sky, and shouted: "Lu Wawa! Go forward! I'm here."
, don’t be afraid!”
Lu Fanchi heard the shouts, but did not look back. If he were any slower at this moment, he would defeat the intentions of the people behind him. He could only move forward, and his purpose was to persuade the troops to retreat.
In front of the city gate, the Chu family's army rushed out and charged straight towards Huanglong. The enemy troops surrounding them were helpless for a while.
Chu Muqing jumped into the enemy group with a gun and thrust toward the ground, raising layers of dust and smoke. No one in the smoke saw Chu Muqing's movements. He was like a ghost, grabbing three or two people from left to right.
Just by hearing the howl of death, you know there is an evil spirit in the smoke.
But in front of us, we were outnumbered. Several people stabbed at us from all directions. Chu Muqing jumped up, but was punched down by the person above him. The spears all over his body pierced into his skin and flesh. The bone-piercing pain made Chu Muqing...
Qing was extremely excited, perhaps only the battlefield could heal his broken Taoist heart.
The lips of the soldiers around him trembled so much that they turned white. They had never seen such fear before. Compared with the medicine man, the aura floating around Chu Muqing's body was even more outrageous. It seemed like an evil ghost seducing people, with evil eyes.
"kill."
Chu Muqing couldn't stop laughing wildly. He looked up and saw the Chu family troops around him falling one after another. His smile gradually became sour. He had lost the air of a general in the past, and his genius and arrogance were restoring his Taoist heart with brutality.
He had to do this, because as long as he was here, the city would not be destroyed and Yu would not be destroyed.
Chu Muqing took over this hell on earth, and he became what he called the battlefield Shura.
The violent aura behind him formed the form of Shura, and he stretched out his giant hand to slap the ground, crushing all the people in front of him who were deeply afraid of him.
Lu Fanchi's back felt cold as he walked away, and the cold wind was like a thin needle poking into his heart. When he looked back, he seemed to see a phoenix in flames being trampled under the feet of a bloody Shura.
"Chu Muqing..."
Lu Fanchi gritted his teeth and continued on his way. He couldn't stop and headed straight for the mountain pass. Several monks behind him quickly caught up.
The young man's waist was dancing, green light shot out from eight directions in his left hand, and the energy of the nine cauldrons in his right hand took shape. The monks in the distance were injured, and the monks close up were smashed to pieces by the bronze cauldron.
Everyone in the Xuannv Sect never left Lu Fanchi, but there were too many people. Jiang Li and others had already suffered a bloody blow. The Shankou camp was clearly close at hand, and the enemy monks were entangled constantly, making it difficult to move forward even a step.
The girl in green clothes on the cliff to the north looked up, and the young man who was fighting caught her attention. Looking at the green light between the young man's fingers, she frowned and recognized him, and murmured: "Lu Fanchi?"
"Princess, what did you say?" the bearded man asked, looking at the girl with trembling pupils.
The scholar in white asked with a smile: "Does the princess know the boy in heaven?"
Little Que'er reined in his horse at the cliff, ignored everyone's questions, stomped downhill, and headed straight for the camp.
"Princess!" The bearded man looked at the disappearing Princess Wu, and lost his virginity for a moment. He turned back to the scholar in white and said, "Bookworm! Go after her!"
The scholar in white said with a smile: "Chasing? Only the princess rides a horse here. How can I catch up with four legs with two legs?"
"Auntie?" The bearded man said to the woman in red again.
The woman in red responded, turned and left, but did not speed up her pace, but walked forward slowly.
drink!
In the air, an idea flashed in Lu Fanchi's mind, and he turned the energy of Jiuding into one and gathered it on one finger.
"Sir!" Jiang Li and others shouted in unison.
Lu Fanchi's state was already difficult to support Jiuding's transformation many times. Along the way, his body had long been unable to support it, and the energy of Jiuding now gathered in one finger was further consuming him.
When Lu Fanchi opened his eyes, golden pupils appeared, and the spiritual elixir in his body continuously transmitted the energy of the Nine Cauldrons between his fingers.
Lu Cui asked doubtfully: "Sir, what are you doing?"
Mo Zhao anticipated the power and said urgently: "Hide! Hide! Hide!"
Lu Fanchi used his finger as a sword and slashed forward. A golden light swept across the sky with his finger. The enemy monks had no time to dodge and caught the golden light. In one breath, most of them were wiped out.
This scene made the bearded man on the cliff unable to close his mouth. The scholar in white also stood up and said calmly: "This... is comparable to the sword struck by the senior just now."
Lu Fanchi held his left hand and screamed in pain. His two fingers seemed to have been burned to coke, and the flesh and skin were ulcerated. The color was black and purple, which was very oozing.
After staying in the air for a moment, the Immortal Skin could not regain its two fingers supporting the Jiuding Qi.
"Sir..." Jiang Li covered his mouth and looked at Lu Fanchi with distressed eyes.
"Come on... forget it for now." Lu Fanchi's eyelids were almost closed, barely supporting the wooden sword at his feet.
At the mountain pass, the five kings all walked out of their tents, and they all saw Lu Fanchi's actions.
A Xuanguo scout hurried over and knelt down to report: "Your Majesty, on the front line, Chu... Mu Qing, almost a dozen generals of our army... our troops and horses..."
King Xuan slowly raised his hand and signaled the scouts to retreat.
The five kings watched Lu Fanchi approaching from the horizon, and the soldiers behind them gathered around them, raising their bows and arrows and aiming at Lu Fanchi.
King Xuan said: "Wait a minute."
Except for the soldiers of the Xuan Kingdom, the soldiers from other countries did not lower their bows, and they were very puzzled.
King Xuan suddenly said: "This young man's life is hanging by a thread. Wouldn't it be unreasonable to release a cold arrow at this time? Why don't you let him go and let us see what this young man will do?"
The remaining four nodded to each other and then gave the order to let them go.
Lu Cui supported Lu Fanchi who was panting rapidly, looked at the retreating monks, and asked without knowing why, "Sir? What is this?"
"Help me go down."
Lu Fanchi couldn't speak clearly at this time. With the support of Lu Cui and others, he flew towards the five kings.
As soon as he landed, all the soldiers surrounded him closely, with their weapons facing each other.
Lu Fanchi looked at the five kings. The pain in his hands made it difficult for him to speak: "Kings... I... am Lu Fanchi. I came here before. Please... withdraw your troops."
The Barbarian King Jiang Hu was a strong man, wearing a wolf-sweat robe. Although the scimitar at his waist was not unsheathed, his hand was always on it, as if he wanted to unsheath it.
The Qing King Wei Ning'e had a face as gentle as jade, and his clothes were simpler than those of other kings. There was a mole under his eyes. He did not speak and looked at the young man coldly.
Xuan Wang Qi Anyang, draped in gold silk satin, stands tall and straight, with his hands on his waist, resting on an upright sword.
"Wishful thinking." Tangxun, the king of Shu, spoke first.
Qi Anyang gave Lu Fanchi a chance and asked, "Why?"