Chen Kun looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Baiqu is not a hundred cans owned by one person. Chen Kun is only loyal to Baiqu. It is useless to say more! I heard that your name is Meng Yi, and you are the grandson of Meng Ao of Shangzhu Kingdom and a disciple of the regent? That's fine, I’m here to witness your bravery!”
Meng Yi roared loudly, shocking everyone.
"Jing'er is a good man, but he can't help but be stubborn. Let's meet in arms!"
He retreated into the team, and a beast-like black horse slowly stepped forward. A tall man wearing black armor and a Chi You mask came to the front.
The killing aura actually followed him forward, instantly covering the battlefield. There was only one person, but it seemed like a thousand troops.
Chen Kun's heart was shocked - villain Tu, Gao Rong!
The tall man said nothing, but silently raised his halberd and pointed it straight ahead.
"kill!"
The word "kill" was spoken, and the ground was thundered.
This was a general attack, and the Great Qin Iron Army suddenly roared loudly, "Wind, strong wind!"
Meng Yi, who was dancing with his mace and roaring like a tiger, took the lead.
The Black Mountain Nine Bear heavy infantry did not fall behind at all, following him towards the last fortified city.
Thousands of troops and horses of the Qin Dynasty were galloping and roaring, like a torrent that burst a dike, threatening to swallow up everything.
On the city wall, countless boulders soared like rain, and countless sharp arrows were like locusts. Even though the Qin army was protected by Lishan's armor, they were still hit by arrows. However, the offensive was like a torrent that broke through the embankment without any stagnation.
In just a few dozen breaths, the vanguard troops had already arrived at the city gate, and the giant siege cone crashed into the city gate crazily. The siege ladder built by Gongshujia had also been nailed deeply into the city wall, and the Qin army rushed to the top of the city without fear of death.
Rolling logs and stones fell down, golden soup splashed everywhere, and on top of the city, Baiqu's most powerful army also resisted like crazy.
The battle instantly became intense.
Especially at the city gate, in order to occupy the most important square inch of land, the two sides concentrated their forces and launched a fierce battle.
The Qin army concentrated its superior forces here, led by the pioneer officer Meng Yi to seize the gate. The other party also gathered the most elite military masters here to fight fiercely with the Qin army.
The siege vehicles were forced back countless times, and then rushed forward again. In just half a cup of tea, hundreds of Great Qin soldiers were already stained with blood.
Meng Yi roared again and again, and his eyes were about to burst.
"Kill me, you must break the door!"
Finally, in another violent collision, the door shattered.
However, before the cheers could come, they were surprised to find that an extremely heavy bronze gate slowly descended. Behind the gate, there was such a giant copper gate weighing no less than tens of thousands of kilograms.
Meng Yi threw the copper mace angrily, as if a thunderbolt struck the bronze door, but it only caused a dazzling spark.
At this moment, a dull roar came, "Here, get on top of me!"
Eight figures of Xiong Zhuang suddenly rushed toward the gate. The next moment, the descending gate was forcibly carried by eight people on their shoulders. The copper gate was pressed down, and the bluestone under their feet was shattered, and their ankles were even buried in the gravel. However, they roared and resisted the huge copper gate.
The eight warriors were like eight physical Vajras, shocking everyone present.
"Go into the city!"
Xiong Da roared angrily.
The army rushed into the city like a tide, but every Qin army passing by them gave them an admiring look.
Chen Kun's hair and beard were bulging: "Get the door for me!"
In an instant, dozens of figures swooped down from the city to kill the Eight Bears. They were none other than masters in the army.
Meng Yi grabbed the copper mace, dismounted from his horse, and flew forward: "Eight brothers, I will protect you!"
At the same time, dozens of masters from the vanguard camp also rushed over, and the battle to seize the door began.
There were brutal killings everywhere.
The tall man looked at the Shura field in front of him, his eyes were calm and calm, but in that indifference, there was a cold and ruthless meaning that he regarded human life as nothing.
Of course he is not Gao Rong.
Ever since he got this name, it seemed as if he had fulfilled his destiny. He was nameless, and he who was nameless had no illustrious name.
However, he is the master of this battlefield, the cold-blooded general who once slaughtered 100,000 people.
At this moment, he is an executioner and a massacrer, but he is not a simple young man with an intention not to kill.
Chen Kun stared at the tall demon god, pointing his sword at him: "Kill the general with all your strength!"
The formations on a huge trebuchet fluctuated, and a black behemoth burned with blazing flames. Under the operation of hundreds of muscular men, it blasted out from the trebuchet, like a meteorite falling, hitting Ying Wuming.
Ying Wuming looked up at the sky, jumped up suddenly, held the big halberd in both hands, and slashed violently at the giant thing hundreds of times bigger than himself.
There was a thunderous explosion in the sky, and the black giant exploded into pieces, and the falling rubble bombarded the ground with countless deep craters.
This was a super catapult with a formation, and this general actually used his own strength to smash the boulder blessed by the formation. He was so powerful that he shocked the whole audience.
A general at the top of the city was shaken all over, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Could this be Xiang Chen coming in person?"
Chen Kun also looked livid, a blow that was enough to kill the saint was actually shattered by the opponent.
"Gao Rong...when did he become so powerful?"
However, he had no time to think about anything. The "Gaorong" shattered the boulder with one strike, stepped on the ground with one foot, and flew towards the city wall.
Looking at the God of Death who looked like a god descending from heaven, Chen Kun roared: "Stop him!"
In an instant, countless arm-thick giant crossbow arrows roared into the sky.
And Ying Wuming's big halberd swept across, cutting off a piece, and the whole person had landed on the top of the city.
"Qin thief! Are you going to bully me and have no one in Baiqu?"
Amidst the loud shouts, several masters of the Holy Realm aura came and besieged Ying Wuming.
Ying Wuming swept his halberd, forcing several people away, and used his other hand to make a fist and hit the huge trebuchet.
With a punch thrown out, the ten-foot-tall trebuchet formation surged, but in the end it failed to stop the tyrannical punch and shattered into pieces.
In mid-air, a saint's beard and hair spread out, and the giant machete struck down with force.
Ying Wuming stretched out his big halberd and held the sword.
At the same time, another young Martial Saint Bronze Hammer attacked, but was blocked by Ying Wuming's palm.
Seeing this opportunity, the other two saints took action almost at the same time, one after the other, vowing to kill this man.
Ying Wuming suddenly exhaled loudly, and his whole body burst with energy. At this moment, he finally used the power of true energy that many people had never seen before.
Ying Wuming's true energy is equally strong and extremely domineering. This vibration actually produced a terrifying sonic boom. Air waves visible to the naked eye impacted in all directions in a circular shape. The four saints were actually knocked back at the same time.
Ying Wuming advanced forcefully, raised his big halberd, and hit the Bronze Hammer Saint directly.
The man crossed his hammers and resisted hard. Amidst the roar of gold and iron, the man knelt on his knees and his knees shattered.
Seeing that his companions were in danger, the Sword Saint exploded with ten powerful powers and struck out with a mountain-shattering blow.
Ying Wuming suddenly twisted his body, stretched out his five fingers, and actually grasped the blade. The next moment, his arm suddenly rose, and his five fingers were like diamonds, crushing the big knife to pieces.
