Da Bong fights more people

King Zhenbei sneered and didn't answer, but the next moment, he spoke, and Ji Li Zhigu's voice sounded:

"King of Zhenbei, you are a dignified third-rank martial artist. If you dare to do it, you must dare to be it. Why, you still want to blame us for the massacre of the city?"

Then there was Zhujiu's strange laughter: "The city will be slaughtered, what dare not admit it, what a big deal. It's just some humble ants. When our ancestors ruled Kyushu, the status of the human race was not much higher than that of livestock.

"Kill as much as you want, eat as much as you want, it is the blessing of these ants to become our blood food and provide us with the essence of life. King Zhenbei, don't you think the same way. Otherwise, you can do something like massacre the city ?”

The voice turned to Ji Li Zhigu, and he laughed and said, "King Zhenbei, we are actually the same, but we are more naked, and you strong human races are used to covering yourself with a veil called "hypocrisy".

"After today's battle, your crime of massacring the city will surely spread throughout the world. Let's think about how to deal with the aftermath."

The giant spoke again, and the voice of King Zhenbei sounded, with an indifferent tone: "It's just to kill all the soldiers."

He is lonely and unruly, he is domineering and ruthless, he is a hero with both civil and military skills, such a person disdains to fight with each other.

What Zhu Jiu said was right, the city was slaughtered, and he didn't care about the lives of ordinary people.

What happened today was originally to set up a scheme to hunt and kill Ji Li Zhigu and Zhu Jiu, but now because of the appearance of a mysterious Buddhist master, he was disturbed, and his crime was even made public

Because of Zhen Guojian's disgust, these soldiers in the northern border already had doubts about him.Smart people, combined with the performance of the monsters and savages, the appearance of high-level wizards from the Sorcerer Sect, and other details, have long been convinced that he made alchemy and slaughtered the city.

Therefore, in the eyes of King Zhenbei, these soldiers in Chuzhou City have been sentenced to death in advance.

"Zhenbei King, really slaughtered the city"

On the top of the city, a centurion murmured in pain.

"Hahaha, humans are all fools."

A barbarian laughed loudly, leaning forward and backward: "As early as a month ago, our barbarian spies infiltrated Chuzhou, looking for a place to slaughter the city. Don't you think about it, why did our two tribes attack the city today?

"Chuzhou City has bed crossbow artillery, and a defense formation, and our barbarian population has always been limited, so we cherish it very much. It doesn't happen for a reason, why are we attacking the city?

"Because we know that King Zhenbei slaughtered a large number of lives in Chuzhou, refined blood pills, and tried to advance to the second rank. Hey, this is a disaster for us monsters and barbarians."

The rampant ridicule of the barbarians was in stark contrast to the pale faces of the soldiers.

In fact, these soldiers guarding the city are the same as the surviving Jianghu people. They could escape, but they didn't. Why?

Want to wait for a result.

Not waiting for King Zhenbei to lose, but waiting for a truth.

In the hearts of the border soldiers, King Zhenbei is a god-like existence, the belief of the army, and the object of worship of the soldiers.

He guards the border, his cultivation is unrivaled, and he protects the stability of the northern border.

For a long time, when soldiers talked about King Zhenbei, they would cup their fists and raise them above their heads.

Respect gods.

Therefore, when Xu Qi'an scolded King Zhenbei for massacring the city, no one believed it.Until Zhen Guojian rejected him, the soldiers were shocked, confused, painful, and disbelieving.

But as long as King Zhenbei doesn't admit it, they are willing to keep a little expectation in their hearts.

But now, the last luck has also been shattered.

"Xu Qi'an" raised his head, looked at the giant in the sky, and said slowly: "The second stage."

Have you finally fully awakened your power? Master, your skill lead time is really long, or is it that the stronger the warrior, the slower the recovery process? Xu Qi'an was relieved.

A violent breath soared into the sky, rising steadily.

Not from King Zhenbei, but Xu Qi'an who was surrounded by magic flames. His body began to swell, two feet, five feet, seven feet, ten feet

During this process, his shoulder blades bulged into lumps of flesh, which suddenly pierced through the skin and stretched out. They were twelve pitch-black arms.

At the same time, a ring appeared behind his head, a ring burning with pitch-black magic flames.

This giant is completely black, with twisted muscles, cast like black iron, with twelve arms on its back, and a ring of black flames behind its head.

It's like, like an enchanted buddhist dharma.

The giant's aura is majestic, like a god of war.

The dharma form's demonic flames are soaring, like a demon god.

"Are you also a second grade?"

King Zhenbei stared at the pitch-black Faxiang with a serious expression, and he finally knew what the "first stage" meant just now.

The second stage in front of him is the peak strength of this mysterious strong man, not just now.

"Second product?"

The pitch-black Dharma Aspect sneered: "Back then, the poor monk, the second-rank who could be pressed with one hand couldn't lift his head, regardless of any system."

The king of Zhenbei snorted coldly, the lingering sound continued, the person had appeared and flashed behind the dark Dharma figure, and punched the back of the head hard.

This punch created a terrifying scene like the sky falling.

The halo of magic flames behind the jet-black Faxiang's head shattered directly, and he staggered forward like a body made of black iron.

"That's it?"

The halo of magic flames re-condensed, and the corner of the dark face's mouth twitched, "I haven't known what pain is for many years, and you are almost there. King Zhenbei, you slaughtered 38 souls in Chuzhou, and I will punch you 38 times."

"Just come!" King Zhenbei said proudly.

"Go, go, go"

Chen Butou roared.

The majestic and terrifying atmosphere permeated the world, and he felt suffocated, as if his heart would burst in the next second. How can mortals be able to watch the war of "Gods and Spirits".

Dali Temple Chancellor, Liu Yushi and others couldn't walk on their legs, and Yang Yan held them in his hands, and the delegation ran towards the nearest city gate.

When they approached the city gate, they found that the soldiers, the barbarians and the monsters fled to the city wall one after another. They were surprisingly harmonious and did not fight each other during the process.

Yang Yan knew that it was fear that filled their hearts.

"Go to the East City Gate, the East City Gate is the closest, and the battle will not be affected." Yang Yan made a decision and took the mission to the head of the East City City.

It was far enough away to give them a safe lookout.

As soon as the missions boarded the top of the city, they suddenly heard a "boom" in the distance, and turned their heads to look quickly, only to see King Zhenbei staggering back after being punched, collapsing the city wall behind him.

The dust was instantly lifted, and the boulders rolled.