"Okay, let's fight together. Brothers, charge for me. I will conquer this city within a quarter of an hour!" the one-eyed wolf bandit said harshly.
As soon as he finished speaking, all the Soul King realms behind him flew up, and there were actually more than a dozen of them. These people had a fierce gangster aura about them. At first glance, they all seemed to be the kind of desperate people who were used to living a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife.
disciples.
Mu Qianyu raised his eyes, stepped on the city wall and flew out. Dressed fiercely in red, with black wristbands wrapped around his wrists, his aura was full and he looked heroic.
A dozen people also flew up behind her. At the front were the four Spirit King Realms of Wuji Sect and the former head of Black Wind Village, Mo Feng. The others were generals in the army.
These people have either experienced hundreds of battles or come from a sect and have received more systematic training and learning. They should not be underestimated.
The wolf bandits were a little surprised. They didn't expect Mu Qianyu to be able to mobilize so many Spirit King realms, and each of them didn't seem to be very weak.
Mu Qianyu made a move with her hand, and a golden short stick appeared in her hand. This was a weapon she had found to be refined by a weapon spirit. The material was made from the fine gold she extracted from the demon's golden body that the demon had smashed. It was tough and tough.
Extremely heavy.
She used a stick because she felt that the lethality of the knife was too strong. She had to hold back some of her strength when encountering a weakling. It was really uncomfortable to hit someone, so she changed to a weapon with a relatively weaker lethality to avoid disturbing the scene.
It is too bloody.
She stood directly opposite the one-eyed wolf bandit, and almost all the wolf bandits were staring at the short stick in her hand. It was actually made of fine gold. This is not how you use money.
You must know that fine gold conducts spiritual power faster and is tougher, making it an excellent equipment for forging weapons. And because the output is very small, it is priceless and has no market.
Generally speaking, even half a tael of fine gold used in a magical weapon would be worth a lot of money, but the short stick in Mu Qianyu's hand must have weighed at least a thousand catties based on the density of the fine gold.
This is carrying a mountain of spiritual stones on its back. Who can see it and not be moved?
"Little girl, you hit the point of a gun today. If I, Chen Hai, don't rob you today, you will be a bandit for the rest of your life!" The one-eyed wolf bandit suddenly became excited.
"If you win, I'll give it to you." Mu Qianyu's posture was casual, as if he didn't care about it.
"I'll go back and get it myself. Brothers, charge for me." Chen Hai said and walked towards Mu Qianyu with a big sword in his hand. With his peak Spirit King strength, he felt that it was more than enough to suppress a Spirit Lord realm.
The battle was about to break out. It was not just a duel between the two dozen strong men in the sky. When Chen Hai ordered the attack, the bandits below also urged the wolf cavalry to attack the army below the city.
"List!"
Wu Anbang shouted loudly, and at the same time, the exquisite pagoda in his hand shone brightly, and a golden formation appeared at the feet of one hundred thousand soldiers. The well-trained soldiers quickly found their positions and stood up, with the tough swords and spears in their hands ready.
"Fire the arrow!"
On the city wall, Beichenye waved his hand slightly, and the archers who were there in advance all used their strength to shoot the armor-piercing arrows in their hands at the wolf rider coming at high speed.
These wolf cavalry are all very powerful. Ordinary arrows will not hurt them, but these armor-piercing bows and arrows are specially made. The black arrows shoot out like raindrops.
Both wolves and humans who were hit by the arrows fell down one after another. For a moment, the humans screamed, and the fallen cavalrymen and wolves, whether dead or not, were trampled to pulp by the cavalrymen who passed quickly behind.