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This sudden sound made Heavenly Master Fang Zheng stunned. He quickly lowered his head and looked down, only to see——

people!

Thousands of people!

Side by side, holding hands, like a vast ocean of people!

People holding hammers, people holding sickles, people holding steel guns, people wearing police hats!

They stepped out of the golden portal that suddenly appeared. They spoke with different accents and wore different styles of clothes, but they all glared at the monks in Zhangtian Pavilion and looked down at the frightened idols lying on the ground!

They are so simple and down-to-earth, with their dark skin rough and wrinkled, and their broad hands and feet as hard as wood, just like the vast land that holds all things.

They no longer want to be despised and oppressed by immoral and incompetent idols.

They no longer want to be exploited by sky-high prices.

They don't want to see young children become addicted to pills.

These workers who produced everything, created everything, and created everything, at this moment, stood firmly on the opposite side of Zhangtian Pavilion.

The mountain shouted like a tsunami, like the weeds standing up from the earth, sending out an ordinary roar towards the sky that thought it could control all things:

"We don't agree!"

In the past week, that was the period during which the empire annexed all Soviet territory.

Ye Jiangming returned to the army that caused him pain, and recruited those soldiers who were extremely dissatisfied with the rampant capital. Those warm-blooded men were not afraid of pain and hardship, but were afraid that their own blood would protect the sycophants. Ye Jiangming's Their appearance made them ecstatic, and they immediately killed the idolatrous young general in charge of the army and raised the red flag of revolution.

Yue Zhong and Yang Shenghua led the team into thousands of villages and factories, personally delivering confidence and hope into the hands of the people, who had long been fed up with Zhangtian Pavilion's harsh oppression. , then joined the resistance team without hesitation.

"Comrades!"

Lorgar stood at the front of the crowd, holding two books in his arms, one was "Sacred Letters" and the other was "Das Kapital".

The power of the power armor's loudspeaker was turned to the maximum, and he spoke loudly to the workers behind him:

"We are in the most difficult environment at the moment! There is only one way out before us, and that is victory! There is another way out, death. But death does not belong to the proletariat, nor to the working class! Comrades, follow me Behind you, move forward! Move forward! Move forward!”

With steps that made the earth tremble, the Astartes emerged from the crowd, forming a military-green front line side by side, walking unswervingly towards the monks in Zhangtian Pavilion in front.

These disciple soldiers once had different nationalities, but now they all turned their broad and thick backs towards the people, pointing the weapons and sharp blades in their hands at the cold-blooded capitalists and oppressors!

Just like the name of their battle group, whether it is now or the unknown future, they are - sons of the people!

Heavenly Master Fangzheng's face suddenly darkened, and the monks in Zhangtian Pavilion shouted angrily: "Rebellion! Rebel! How dare you resist us noble monks like us? I'm going to peel off your skin and use it to make food." Drum head, let you endure the pain of being beaten forever!"

"noble?"

A thunderbolt struck from the sky and condensed into a human form in the burst of lightning.

Yue Zhong, who was wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit, stood in the sky, his two sword-like eyebrows raised up, and he cursed angrily: "You are worms who only know how to take but don't pay. You are leeches that lie on the people and suck blood. You exude the stench of vicious corruption." Is his body worthy of the word 'noble'?"

"Yue Zhong, my good disciple."

In the sky, Heavenly Master Fangzheng grinned, revealing a mouth full of black and yellow incomplete teeth, like a poisonous snake opening its mouth.

"It's been a long time. I've been out here for so many years, and I've gained a lot of skills. Come to my teacher quickly. We are as close as father and son, and we should face the enemy side by side."

Yue Zhong said coldly: "Master Fangzheng, don't be ridiculous. Once Zhangtian Pavilion raised me, I was proud of Zhangtian Pavilion. Later, Zhangtian Pavilion brought trouble to the world, and I was ashamed of Zhangtian Pavilion. You are a wicked person who is full of greed, anger, delusion, lust and arrogance, just accept your death in peace!"

"Zhangtian Pavilion raised you, is this how you talk to your master?"

The sword cultivator on the ground pointed at Yue Zhong's nose and cursed angrily: "You are such an ignorant white-eyed wolf, a bitch who eats the inside and outside! Today, your senior brother and I will clean up the house for the master! The Immortal Killing Sword Formation, start!"

Dozens of sword cultivators all sacrificed their swords. Regardless of the consumption of the previous battle with Horus, they desperately burned their souls and blood essence, turning them all into blood-colored true energy, which was poured into the magical flying sword above their heads. .

They knew that just one Horus was difficult enough to deal with. If they could not directly defeat Yue Zhong at the Golden Core stage at this moment, Zhangtian Pavilion would definitely lose in the next war!

In an instant, four flying swords emitting blood-colored brilliance and emitting a strange aura condensed and floated quietly above the heads of the sword cultivators.

"Execute! Absolutely! Trap! Kill!"

The sword cultivators shouted in unison, quickly changing their hand seals, raising their sword fingers and pointing directly at Yue Zhong: "Quick!"

The four flying swords let out a sickening roar, and countless tormented souls howled miserably among them as they slashed towards Yue Zhong's body.

"The Immortal Killing Sword Formation is an old trick that has been around for thousands of years, and there is still no improvement at all!"

There was a look of disappointment in Yue Zhong's eyes. His hands formed the same hand seals as those of the sword cultivators. The true energy in his body circulated at high speed along the lines of the 36 sword techniques of the Great Zhoutian, and the flying sword was refined from his dantian. , turned out to be——

Four slender and graceful... missiles!

Exists only in the data, a secret weapon from the Soviet Union.

Code-named SS-27 "Sickle B", Topol-M intercontinental ballistic missile!

Countless runes are engraved on the missile's slender body. Ninety-nine 81 steering auxiliary thrusters are installed all over the body. The nuclear warhead at the top is replaced with a solid adamantine ceramic warhead. After being reborn, she no longer explodes. Instead of killing with the power of her body, she uses the terrifying kinetic energy contained in her body to crush any enemy standing in front of her!

Amidst the roar of the promethium engine igniting, Yue Zhong pushed forward with both palms and roared: "Decadent and backward cultivators, see the horror of modern industry! The Immortal Sword Formation·Change·Praise of Baiyang!"

In the splendid tail flame, the white poplar roared out of the sky, the fine gold bullet flashed with the runes carved by Fiorina herself, and it collided head-on with the Four Swords of Zhu Xian!

crackling—

Accompanied by a crisp sound like shattering glass, the sword body of the Bloody Zhuxian Four Swords shattered into countless fine cracks at the first moment of impact. After a brief stalemate, it exploded with a bang!

The true energy rushed into the dantian, and the sword cultivators spurted out blood from their seven orifices. They collapsed on the ground like wild dogs with their spines broken. They looked desperately at the Baiyang missiles in the sky toppling down towards them, shouting: "Heaven Master, save me!"

The corners of Tianshi Fangzheng's eyes twitched slightly. He never thought that the Zhuxian Sword Formation would be so vulnerable. This was a legacy left over thousands of years ago. How could it be easily broken by a young boy like Yue Zhong?

But the facts have been determined. In order to preserve the most powerful killing power of Zhangtian Pavilion, Tianshi Fangzheng could only bravely rush to the opposite side of Baiyang Missile. While releasing Fantian Seal with both palms, he shouted: "The True Lord Reveals His Saint· Qingyuan Miaodao Armor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a splendid silver armor suddenly appeared on Master Fang Zheng's body. The seal characters on it shone as coldly as the moonlight, greatly increasing the power of Fan Tian Seal. It actually withstood Yue Zhong's Baiyang Praise!

Heavenly Master Fang Zheng sneered, gathered his voice into a thin line, and said to Yue Zhong from a distance: "Yue Zhong, did you see it? The ancient power is the strongest! You idiot, who only knows how to play tricks, how could it be possible? Understand what has been accumulated over the long years——"

The white light as sharp as a bolt pierced through the chest of Heavenly Master Fang Zheng in the blink of an eye, destroying his heart and blocking his words in his throat.

He looked down at the big hole in his chest in disbelief, and suddenly heard someone say:

"Over the long years, not only wisdom and strength have accumulated, but also a large amount of dust and dirt, as well as irreversible damage."

Yang Shenghua stepped out from the ranks of the Sons of the People. The single eye between his eyebrows flashed with sharp white light. He sneered and said to Master Fangzheng in the sky: "Old man, you didn't expect it, did you? You destroyed six generations of my Yang family. , only I, the successor of the three-pointed and two-edged divine blade, was missed! I know every weakness in the Miao Dao Armor!"

As he spoke, he took out a bright breast mirror from the shrine on his waist and shouted to Master Fang Zheng who looked shocked and angry: "Qingyuan Miaodao Armor, return to your true master!"