The light blue sky curtain is like a clean velvet, inlaid with yellow gold edges, and the moist red sun adds a touch of color to the sunny day.

The breeze blows gently, and the warm sunshine covers the earth.

The clear and blue sky is cloudless, as clear as jasper,

Outside Wulong City, there were a large army, surrounding Wulong City. The fiery red armor turned Wulong City into a sea of ​​fire. After the Zoroastrianism responded very quickly, it began to personally start to dispatch an army of 30,000 to attack Wulong City.

Don’t underestimate that there are not many large soldiers. They are all elite troops. They are the army of warriors trained by Zoroastrianism. They selected from countless ordinary people and began to teach martial arts. The daily food and drink are astronomical. The Feng family also has its own army of warriors, but the number of people is barely enough to gather 10,000 people. These 30,000 are far from all the warriors owned by Zoroastrianism. They also need to guard the Zoroastrian City to prevent the Li family.

"What an elite," Feng Huo was wearing armor and hanging his sword around his waist. He stood beside Yang Qifeng and looked at the army outside and said in surprise.

"The elite are elite, but they have no killing spirit, they are just a fancy," Yang Qifeng saw through the essence of the army outside the city at a glance. Zoroastrianism is a holy land in the west. It has always been rampant and few people dared to provoke Zoroastrianism. Most of the warrior army they established have never really been on the battlefield. It seems to be full of murderous aura, but this is just the surface and has not condensed evil spirits.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The war drum made of some kind of strange animal skin began to ring, and the towering army of warriors began to advance towards Wulong City in neat steps.

"Shoot the arrow!" Feng Huo pulled out the sword from his waist, raised it high above his head, and directly began to command the battle.

Everyone obeyed, and no one dared to question it. Yang Qifeng could see Feng Huo's luck, a dragon had condensed and formed. At this moment, he began to invade all directions, and everyone was already subdued. In just over a month, with Yang Qifeng's intimidation, Feng Huo successfully integrated the Feng family with a series of means, allowing the three bedrooms to replace the eldest house in charge of Wulong City. He also successfully subdued everyone and was known as the heir to the head of the Feng family.

The arrow was like a layer of tinder oil, and after it shot out, it began to burn and turn into a rocket, swarming like raindrops.

"Destroy!" The old voice spread throughout the battlefield, and the deafening war drums could not hide the sound.

The rockets shot began to collapse, like firecrackers that began to explode, burst into pieces one after another in the air, and the arrows that covered the sky disappeared in an instant, revealing the blue sky.

This is not good in the high-mart world. The army has become a number and cannot control the direction of the battlefield at all. It is still high-end combat power that determines the outcome of a battle. The same is true in the world. The existence of Taoist soldiers still plays a role in medium-level wars, but they don’t play a big role in high-end battlefields. Low-grade, medium-grade, top-grade, and highest-grade Taoist soldiers are only comparable to Daluo Jinxian. The battle of Daluo Jinxian is not high-end, and there are also quasi-saints at the level of Daluo Jinxian.

The training of this warrior army has not yet reached the level of Taoist soldiers, so it is impossible to siege and kill powerful men at the level of the master.

"collapse!"

Crack, Crack, Crack,

Wulong City was watered with some precious treasures, but cracks appeared in response to the sound. The cracks were like a poisonous snake from top to bottom, splitting its body and expanding.

With a rumbling sound, the walls of Wulong City shattered, and the defenders on it fell down directly, and were killed by gravel. However, most of them still had martial arts skills and successfully avoided standing in the distance, staring at the huge gaps caused by the broken city walls in front, and their faces changed drastically. Such methods have exceeded the Grandmaster's establishment time. It is not that they have experienced the disaster of the Grandmaster's siege, but even if the Grandmaster's strong men can cause great damage to the Wulong City wall, it is just a pit here, and there are several cracks there. They are far from being able to collapse the Wulong City walls so easily.

One by one, they couldn't help but feel despair. The gap was so big that they could not resist. Even Feng Huo was shocked in his eyes at this moment.

This has surpassed his understanding of the master. He subconsciously looked at his grandfather beside him, and he couldn't help but have an idea in his heart that even if his grandfather was a master, he would not be an opponent.

Not only Feng Huo thought so, but the officials in charge of the other Feng family members thought so. As the senior executives of the Feng family, they were not unfamiliar with the master. The master could not do this. The great witch, they thought of this word in their hearts, and they couldn't help but break their hearts. The hope that had just emerged once again turned into despair.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill," Wulong City's wall collapsed. Seeing this scene, Zoroastrianism couldn't help but be overjoyed. They shouted loudly and rushed into Wulong City directly along the collapsed city wall.

A skinny old man walked slowly, wearing a loose red robe, shaking constantly in the breeze, like a skeleton's fingers holding a scepter inlaid with gems.

"The holy fire is beating, burning the city!" The old man worshipped the Zoroasted, and the building was ignited out of thin air with a wave of his scepter.

The blazing flames surged up like a fire dragon spreading its teeth and claws constantly devouring everything around. Yang Qifeng turned a blind eye to this scene. His eyes wandered around, with golden light shining in his eyes, scanning all directions. He was looking for the people from the Holy Land of the Universe.

The last time he left the people from the Qiankun Holy Land, soon the people from the Qiankun Holy Land died. During this period, he had been waiting for the people from the Qiankun Holy Land to come to the door, but there was no news for more than a month until the Zoroastrianism came to the Qiankun Holy Land or there was no news for birds. This was absolutely impossible. Don’t say that the Qiankun Holy Land is the leader of the world’s holy land. Even if ordinary forces encounter such a thing, they will send people to investigate. If they could still have cohesion regardless of what they were, people would have dissipated.

When Zoroastrianism attacks the city, the Holy Land of Qiankun will never miss this opportunity.

"Finished," Yang Qifeng looked at a corner of Wulong City, where there was a strange force. He went directly to the people of the Qiankun Holy Land. Compared with the Qiankun Holy Land, which may be related to outsiders, Zoroastrianism is not a threat at all.

"Run,"

The location of the people in the Holy Land of Qiankun is a bit special. Yang Qifeng left and went to the other people, which seemed like he was running away.

“It’s impossible to run away,”
Chapter completed!