Chapter 45 The Battle of the Practitioners and the Army
"puff!"
Su Zhongwen spurted blood from his mouth, and his whole back was dented. He crashed forward into a private house, which collapsed suddenly.
Seeing that Su Zhongwen could no longer survive under this blow, the blood all over Li Anting's body seemed to rush to his face, and his entire face suddenly turned purple.
"kill!"
There was a loud bang in his mouth, as if all the air in his lungs was roared out.
At the same time, he kicked his foot fiercely, and a bluestone well circle nearby was kicked out and hit the painter.
With a "pop!" sound, the painter waved his hand and smashed the bluestone well circle, which weighed at least a hundred kilograms, into pieces.
But at this moment, Li Anting took three steps in a row, and his body exploded with energy. Each step exploded into a cloud of dust, as if he stepped on three gray tents in a row, forcefully moving at twice the speed before.
, arrived at the painter's side, and with a cry, the spear in his hand made a terrifying sound. It was not like a gun, but like an iron rod, and it swept towards the painter's waist.
His spear is not an ordinary black flower spear, but a bronze-colored, covered with thorn-like fine runes, and an extremely heavy heavy soul weapon spear.
Wherever this spear swept past, streaks of bronze light remained, like patches of thorns growing rapidly in the air.
The painter's body had just risen into the air and swept back. Seeing that he had no time to dodge the spear, he was not frightened. He just shouted in a deep voice, "What a spear!", and the two fingers of his right hand came together like a gun.
He stabbed the soul soldier's spear as it swept towards him with a small sword.
The iron-blooded and tyrannical soul weapon, the heavy spear, and the slender fingers intersected in an instant!
There was a loud bang, and countless airflows visible to the naked eye blew dust and sand everywhere.
It was as if two giant beasts were running at full speed and collided with their bodies.
Li Anting's face became even redder, and even his eyes were bloodshot from the shock.
Ignoring the feeling that all the fingers on his hands were about to break, he forced himself to hold down the heavy gun that was sent flying back, and he was about to shoot again with the gun.
However, at this moment, the painter's hand stretched forward a few inches like lightning and rested on his gun.
At this moment, both of them had exhausted their old strength and exerted their strength again at the same time.
"Kala..."
This time, there was only a slight explosion around the gun body, but it was a real moment of wrestling between the two.
Li Anting groaned and felt his legs begin to tremble. The cultivation level of this Yunqin felon was so terrifying, far surpassing his own. I am afraid that the strongest general in the entire Qixia military is no more than this.
His hands could no longer hold the heavy gun, but his extreme anger and the astonishingly strong will of a Yunqin iron-blooded man made him not let go at this time. Instead, he pressed his arms down, using his own arms and his own
The body clamped the heavy gun forcefully.
The painter's energy was once again strong.
It seemed that the storm was calm, but the shattered windows of a dozen or so nearby houses were making crackling sounds, and were instantly riddled with holes by the aroused sand and stones.
A wisp of blood fell from the corner of Li Anting's mouth, and there were shock injuries to the internal organs in his body. His two arms were directly dislocated from the shock, and they hung down softly. He was unable to control the spear, and he staggered backwards.
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At this moment, the ten heavily armored sergeants wearing Qinglang heavy armor finally reached Li Anting's side. The long knives and hooks in their hands fell towards the painter like a violent storm.
This kind of heavily armored sergeant is completely like a mobile metal fortress, and ordinary practitioners are simply unable to defeat it.
However, the painter is not an ordinary practitioner, he is a strong man who is close to the peak of the Grand Master.
Facing the attack of these heavily armored sergeants, he just did the same thing as Li Anting's first blow. He held the soul weapon heavy gun he had snatched from his hands with both hands, roared loudly, and all the strength in his body flowed out.
He poured into the soul soldier's spear in his hand and swept the soul soldier's spear like an iron rod.
“Dang!” “Dang!” “Dang!” “Dang!”…
A burst of violent vibrations that was so dense that it made one's scalp numb exploded within a breath.
The long knives in the hands of the three heavily armored sergeants were broken. The heavy bodies of the two heavily armored sergeants rolled back and fell to the ground. Fine blood sprayed out from their masks.
More than ten pieces of metal fragments broke from the blade, or the heavy armor's claws, and the blade shot through the air in all directions. In the streets behind, dozens of soldiers had already poured in. One of them
As soon as the sergeant rushed in, he was hit by a piece of metal fragment right between his eyebrows. He fell backwards and fell to the ground without making any sound.
Li Anting, who fell to the ground, let out an extremely angry roar.
He did not expect that this Yunqin felon would be so tyrannical.
As if in response to the military general's anger, a dense sound of bowstrings vibrating resounded throughout the streets.
Countless dense black arrows, with a terrifying roar, filled the sky in the next breath and fell down.
The painter released the heavy gun in his hand. Although he knew at this moment that there was no cultivator in the entire Qingyuan City who could compete with him, he knew very well that there had never been a cultivator in this world who could compete with him.
The entire army resisted. Even Dean Zhang, who fell into Star Lake that day, still had to rely on a dozen powerful practitioners and three thousand soldiers who were with him.
He had already felt that the army had surrounded this neighborhood at this moment, so there was no sense of pride in his heart at this moment, only strong fear and anger.
At what point did someone design him and expose his whereabouts?
When this idea flashed into his mind again, his whole body had crashed into a residential house next to him just like Su Zhongwen.
"Duh" "duh" "duh"... I saw countless black arrows piercing the thin tiles above and penetrating into this residential house, while below there were clouds of dust and mist exploding, like a carriage, moving at an alarming speed,
Crush all the way across.
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Su Zhongwen was not dead at this time, but the important organs in his body had turned into a ball of crumbs under the painter's blow. He was already on his deathbed.
Li Anting jumped up with a roar and rushed into the half-collapsed residential house where he was.
Seeing General Yun Qin rushing towards him, Su Zhongwen opened his mouth and wanted to spit out the three words Chen Feirong.
But when he opened his mouth, he could no longer utter any words. His head drooped, and this highly relied-upon counselor of the Liu family died.
Li Anting had no friendship with Su Zhongwen before, and had never even met him in person. But when he saw Su Zhongwen die, the Yunqin general thought that Su Zhongwen was the kind of person who ignored his own safety in order to track down felons, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
, roared again: "Kill him!"
This was no longer a military order, but a roar that sounded like a person completely venting his anger.
This is in the city. If such a felon escapes in the city, then the entire military in Qingyuan City will be completely disgraced. Even if his superiors do not punish him, Li Anting will definitely resign.
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Although the political situation in Yunqin has been calmed down for decades, the government of the court has reached a worrying point that makes Lin Xi feel dirty and unspeakable. However, under the glorious belief formed by the martial arts and the achievements of the predecessors, the government has continued to improve for decades.
During the battle, Yun Qin's army did not suffer any defeat. It was still an iron army with terrifying combat power and will.
And because there is only one enemy today, and because this enemy is a powerful practitioner, the order from the top is very simple, just to kill him.
Therefore, for the army, this battle is extremely easy to deploy.
The fastest cavalry has already blocked the streets and alleys. A large number of infantry have drawn up a triple encirclement. Several units of the city defense army are also mobilizing. Along with the city defense army, there will also be specialized troops.
Powerful crossbow weapons to deal with cultivators.
The speed and strength of practitioners are far beyond that of normal warriors, but in such broad daylight, practitioners cannot hide themselves at all.
So when Li Anting roared like a vent, hundreds of light-armored cavalry and hundreds of infantry had already crossed over, completely surrounding the house where the painter was walking.
Dozens of shield-sword infantrymen immediately rushed into the houses that were making loud noises, and the strangulation between the practitioners and the army really entered a fever pitch.
However, what made Li Anting shudder when he quickly jumped to a house was that there was no blood or residual limbs flying out between those houses.
Facing powerful practitioners, the Yunqin military has never been afraid. That is because the Yunqin military is not afraid of paying the price of blood and death.
Even if a cultivator kills a sergeant, it is as easy as cutting grass. However, no matter how terrifying you are inside, the vast majority of the sergeants on the outside cannot see such horror at the moment. The iron-blooded will that is usually honed,
This will make these soldiers even if they know that there are huge casualties ahead, they will still rush in without thinking.
In this kind of urban area, in the plains, in this kind of daylight, even a powerful practitioner like the painter can only kill a few sergeants in one breath, but there are at least dozens of sergeants in the periphery.
It will be filled in.
Therefore, the densely packed sergeants surrounding the practitioners will not decrease with the sudden death, but will become more and more numerous. On the contrary, this encirclement will become closer and larger.
This battle group will always surround the practitioner until the practitioner's soul power is exhausted and killed.
This is the real fear of the military to individual practitioners.
However, at this moment, the painter actually did not kill an ordinary sergeant at all. He did not expend his soul power on killing these sergeants at all, but only used it to escape, but at an astonishing speed and beyond the reaction of ordinary sergeants.
Through the gaps between these sergeants, he desperately fled in one direction.
Because he was faster than a galloping horse, an encirclement group that could crush a practitioner of his level was never really formed.
At this moment, Li Anting had already seen the painter's true intention.
The painter is going to rush to the big market in the city! There are probably at least two to three thousand people there, including the vendors who usually do business and the ordinary people who buy things.
"Is there time to evacuate?" At this moment, Li Anting only had such a thought in his mind.
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