Immediately afterwards, Hun Wuxu punched forward fiercely. The fist seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth, and with endless power, it collided hard with Zhang Ruochen's spear.
boom!
There was a loud noise that made everyone's eardrums buzz. The spear in Zhang Ruochen's hand was once again thrown away by this powerful force. The gun body drew a beautiful arc in the air, and he almost missed it.
Walk.
Zhang Ruochen himself was also shaken by this force and flew backwards, like a kite with its string broken, and finally hit the wall of the Burial Great Wall again, making a dull sound.
This scene shocked everyone present. Hun Wuxu's strength is truly unfathomable! And Zhang Ruochen, although extremely brave, still seemed too immature in front of Hun Wuxu.
puff!
From the corner of Zhang Ruochen's mouth, a trace of blood slowly climbed out like a tenacious vine, staining his strong chin red, and reflecting his paleness and weakness at the moment.
Hun Wuxu, the seemingly ordinary and powerful man, was approaching like a mountain at this moment. He walked step by step to the city wall, raised the hand that seemed to control life and death, and patted Zhang Ruochen expressionlessly.
This palm, like the sickle of death, hangs above Zhang Ruochen's head. As long as it falls gently, it can harvest the life of this young warrior.
Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Ruochen, you were once so brave and fearless, but now you can only struggle feebly, trying to stand up from this abyss of despair.
But the severe injuries to his body were like heavy shackles, locking him firmly on the cold city wall. Even the strength to stand up seemed so extravagant, let alone fight back or resist the fatal blow.
"Sorry everyone, it seems that I have to arrive early for this trip." Zhang Ruochen's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, with a hint of bitterness and unwillingness in his smile, like a dandelion blown away by the wind.
Although I try hard to bloom, I can't stand the trick of fate in the end.
This smile, like a sharp knife, instantly pierced the hearts of everyone in Zhenmo Mansion. Grief, like a violent storm, swept across the entire venue, making everyone's heart sink to the bottom.
Those comrades who had fought side by side with Zhang Ruochen, and those teachers and commanders who had watched him grow step by step, all had red eyes at this moment, wishing they could rush forward immediately and pull him back from the edge of death.
"No! Zhang Ruochen, you can't leave us like this!" Some people roared, some cried, and more people rushed towards Zhang Ruochen without hesitation, wanting to use their power to hold up a sky for him.
However, the strong men of the older generation were entangled by the strong men from the Soul Clan and could not escape. They either looked at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness and anxiety, or they clenched their fists, hating that they were powerless.
.This scene is both tragic and helpless, making people sigh.
Long Yingtian, the once all-powerful man, was now like a trapped beast, roaring and roaring, but his voice seemed so pale and feeble in front of the indifference of his soul.
His eyes seemed to be ignited by endless grief, and two lines of blood and tears fell down his cheeks. They were the deep attachment and reluctance for Zhang Ruochen, as well as the endless anger and hatred for the Soul Clan.
"No...Hunhuan, remember this!" Long Yingtian's voice was hoarse and decisive, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "If Zhang Ruochen dies, I, Long Yingtian, will wash away my soul with blood.
No one from the Soul Clan will be spared! I will make the entire Soul Clan pay the price for his death!"
His eyes seemed to turn into two burning flames at this moment, which were anger and despair. He knew very well that Zhang Ruochen was cultivated by him, just like his son, and was the softest part of his heart.
Now, seeing that this young man who was like a son was about to die, his heart hurt more than anyone else.
Hun Huan, the strong man of the Hun clan, just sneered, and his smile was full of ridicule and disdain for Long Yingtian.
"He is dead, and you will follow him soon, so there is no need to be so angry, because you have no chance." His voice was cold and cruel, like a sharp knife, stabbed into the dragon.
Ying Tian's heart.
Finally, that moment came. Hun Wuxu, the seemingly calm but terrifying strong man, finally dropped that palm.
At that moment, the whole world seemed to tremble, a terrifying sound resounded through the sky, and the earth instantly collapsed under this force, as if even the heaven and earth could not withstand the impact of this force.
"Ah -" Long Yingtian waved the Mo Dao in his hand like crazy. The Mo Dao seemed to be alive in his hands, and every time he waved it, there was endless killing intent and anger.
However, even with such a crazy attack, the originally stable formation cracked under this force, just like the defense line in his heart completely collapsed at this moment.
At this moment, Long Yingtian seemed to see Zhang Ruochen's smile, which was his last smile and his farewell to this world. Long Yingtian's heart was filled with endless grief and anger. He swore that no matter what the price,
He would make the Soul Clan pay the price for Zhang Ruochen's death.
"Long Yingtian, you madman! Priests, increase your output quickly, don't let this madman disrupt our plans!" Hun Huan's face turned livid instantly, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, with a hint of something in his voice.
He was very anxious and angry, as if he was offended by Long Yingtian's madness.
"He's not dead! Master, look, Zhang Ruochen is not dead!" At this extremely tense moment, a shout of surprise suddenly broke out from the crowd, like a bolt of lightning piercing the dull air.
Long Yingtian's hands that were waving wildly suddenly stopped, and his eyes instantly became sharp, as if he could penetrate many obstacles and reach the distant city wall. He saw a man standing proudly on the top of the city wall, holding him tightly in his arms.
It was Zhang Ruochen whom he had longed for.
"Ling Xiao! Good boy, well done!" Long Yingtian's face instantly burst into a bright smile. There was both surprise and gratitude in that smile, as if he saw a glimmer of light in the darkness.
Yes, it was Ling Xiao, a guy who seemed cynical at ordinary times but actually had a delicate mind. He stepped forward at the critical moment and saved Zhang Ruochen. This scene moved everyone present, even those who were originally indifferent.
The priests couldn't help but cast admiring glances.
However, Hun Wuxu's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face.
He stared at Ling Xiao on top of the city wall, his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire: "Humph, why do you need to save him? He will die sooner or later anyway, and so will you. If you are sensible, come down and fight.
Otherwise, I will kill everyone in the Demon Suppressing Mansion here!"
This is not an exaggeration or a fabrication of bullshit.
Look at Hun Wuxu's calm and unfathomable aura. His every move reveals a heart-stopping power.