Shooting down the King of Heaven only reduced the anger of Wang Xing a little bit.
More annihilation bombs and different armor parts specially made for Pili by the God of Destruction statue were thrown by Wang Xing towards Pili.
Both of them knew that although they could shoot down Zun Zhiwu, they were still far from being able to kill him. Jingbian's vitality is ridiculously strong. Even Puzhao can last for so long under Pili's hands, let alone the big bird who can tell at a glance that he is the king of heaven.
But with Wang Xing's anger and murderous intent today, it was impossible to compromise, nor could he expect Zun Zhiwu to turn around and deal with them when he found out that they had not been killed.
Since death is inevitable anyway, I might as well strike first and teach these bastards who don't know how to write the word "death" a lesson!
After throwing away the alien armor for Pili, Wang Xing also took out a few pieces of alien armor and integrated them into his own.
On top of Wang Xinglong's human-like body, a second layer of thick body bulged out from the back, and on both sides of the huge teeth surrounding the neck above the shoulders, there were two more fleshy muzzles as thick as coconuts and as long as arms.
Pili once thought about the idea of guns, but he couldn't do it because of the materials and abilities.
But with a large number of alien soldiers and armor, Wang Xing had a sudden idea. Not only did he complete the alien armor on Pili, but he also created a terrifying alien shoulder cannon for himself that can emit one-time killing bullets.
Abandoning the characteristic of long-term use of alien soldiers, the damage caused by the alien shells fired by the double shoulder cannon absolutely exceeds the imagination of all warriors!
Wang Xing left Heavenly King Zunzhiwu with Pili, and he stepped towards another golden-armored general who wanted to take Zhang Bingfang away.
"No matter who you are, you must stay today."
Seeing Wang Xing walking towards him, the mysterious golden-armored warrior put down his squirming flesh and blood. After getting the elixir, Zhang Bingfang gradually regained consciousness.
"Tiger King..." Zhang Bingfang wanted to say something weakly.
"You take a rest, I will deal with this little guy who doesn't know how high the sky is and take you away." The Tiger King roared without any cover: "Big changes! Golden Tiger!"
In an instant, the Tiger King's body swelled up again. The tiger's body transformed into its lower body. The four arms of its upper body pulled out four bone maces from behind. The tiger's head looked down at Wang Xing. The tiger's body rushed forward and struck Wang Xing with its mace.
Wang Xing stepped hard with his left foot, put his right leg on the ground, and suddenly thrust out eight sharp cones from his armor, slamming them into the ground to support his body.
Wang Xing aimed the muzzle of his shoulders at the Tiger King. In the part bulging like a backpack on his back, the energy and blood in the alien beast's inner elixir were running at full speed, and two fist-sized annihilation bombs were loaded.
Facing the fierce tiger king who was attacking, Wang Xing roared angrily.
"emission!"
boom!
Suddenly, Wang Xing heard this sound in his ears and he lost his hearing.
The terrifying shell instantly shattered the bone mace in the Tiger King's hand and hit the Tiger King hard on the body.
Boom boom! !
The armor of the Tiger King's chest exploded, his flesh and blood exploded, and in an instant, half of his chest was ripped open with a large pit several meters wide, exposing the internal organs and muscles underneath.
The second cannonball broke through the Tiger King's body and directly broke off the link between the two front legs that connected the Tiger's body below.
After a successful attack, Wang Xing loaded the second round of shells without hesitation.
After Zun Zhiwu appeared, he felt that this time there might be more misfortunes and he could kill as many as he could before he died.
But after the lethality of the shells far exceeded his imagination, Wang Xing's desire for life surged in his heart.
No one wants to die if they can live. Since he was able to injure this shocking warrior, if he had more cannonballs and more powerful armor, he might really be able to survive from the King of Heaven!
When this idea emerged, the murderous intent on Wang Xing's face became even stronger.
Kill this golden armor warrior, and then go to other places to get more alien armor materials to make stronger alien armor!
Thunderbolt, hold on!
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The path leading to Solitary City.
Jianma pulled three carriages, and the convoy escorted by more than a hundred people rushed as quickly as possible towards Solitary City.
Their target is not Dufei City, but Wangjia Village outside Dufei City.
There was a sound of horse hoofbeats from behind. Wang Yunfei in the carriage opened the window curtains, and a man wearing a commoner but wearing a helmet and bulging clothes came up to tell what happened.
"This is the person who just dealt with the bandits who came back."
Wang Yunfei nodded and said nothing more. Along the way, he had gotten used to the tough guys around him. Whether it was a warrior who glanced at something strange or a group of dozens or hundreds of bandits, a few or a dozen of the guards dispersed and returned within less than ten minutes.
Among them were many gangsters who had been passing by the Wang family nearby and needed to make connections, and who had connections with the Lord of Solo City behind them.
Originally, Wang Yunfei was worried that more than a hundred people were not enough, but also felt that sending more people to escort them would be too big a goal.
But along the way, he has become familiar with the combat effectiveness of these guards, and he no longer worries about the safety of himself and the other wives and children behind him.
After putting down the curtains, Wang Yunfei still felt uneasy for some reason.
"I don't know what's going on with Xing'er."
Hearing Wang Yunfei's words, Mrs. Wu held his hand and comforted him: "Xing'er was favored by an expert and dispatched thousands of soldiers at will. Our Wangjiacun and Wujiacun combined can't compare. Didn't even Quan'an City have it?" The county magistrate and the Zhou family have forced him to retreat, who else can threaten him?"
Wang Yunfei nodded, but he and the think tanks often got together, so he was no longer an ordinary rich man who was ignorant of the situation in Quan'an City.
Quan'an City is not a superficial struggle for power. There are a huge number of warriors and masters involved behind the scenes, and they are probably deeply related to the royal family of the White Jade Dynasty.
What he was worried about was that if the master behind Wang Xing could not stand it and the White Jade Dynasty royal family took ruthless actions, not only would the branch of the Wang family be destroyed, but the entire Wangjia Village, as well as the Wujia Village and other related people involved with him, might be exterminated.
This feeling of powerlessness enveloped him, and Wang Yunfei himself found it unacceptable. He regretted it countless times. If Wang Xing had not been called over from Wangjiacun, perhaps so many things would not have happened.
"If Xing'er hadn't come to Quan'an City, even if something happened to me, it would be better than if something happened to everyone up to now." Wang Yunfei couldn't help but think this way.
Liuzi on the side didn't know what he was thinking, so he also comforted him: "Brother Xing, Taji has his own destiny, he must be fine."
This pale comfort did not relax Wang Yunfei's heart at all.
Suddenly, the speed of the convoy speeding along the bumpy road slowed down again. The team had slowed down several times before, but never as violently as this time.
The people in the carriage bumped into each other, and Wang Yunfei wanted to open the curtains again.
But a low voice sounded outside. It was the burly, bear-like commander who commanded the entire convoy and didn't speak a few words along the way.
"Master Wang, please don't show your face. Leave the outside matters to us."
Directly in front of the trail, twelve tall horses of mixed breeds, lying in twos and threes, blocked the path to the carriage.
On the huge three-meter-high horse, several warriors who had already seen them from the height dismounted.
"May I ask if it's the Wang family's motorcade?"
The general did not respond, but also dismounted and drew an iron gun from the horse carrying a weapon.
The general said as he walked: "Please step back a thousand meters."
"What?" The other party was stunned, feeling that he had heard wrongly, and couldn't help laughing.
"How dare a few strangers who I have never seen speak to us like this. I take back the question I just asked, and I will teach you a lesson first!"
All the warriors behind them got off their horses, took out the swords and weapons they carried, and walked towards the general with a sly smile.
The other party still wanted to talk, but the general knew that time was tight and there was no time to waste on minor characters.
The general approached the opponent to a certain distance and suddenly kicked the ground. A figure was incredibly fast, like a bolt of lightning, passing through the gap between more than ten people in an instant.
The sound of weapons hitting these people's bodies had just begun.
The twelve people flew left and right towards the woods on both sides.
At the same time as the general retracted his hand, twenty-four cavalrymen rushed out from behind, each staring warily at the poisonous ghost rolling in the woods. The general took a step back, let his horse rush over, turned over, pulled the reins, and mounted.
Following closely, more than 20 cavalrymen took the lead and drove away the strong horses in front of them. More than ten cavalrymen on the left and right escorted three or two carriages, followed by the cavalry, who quickly crossed the distance.
But when everyone walked ten miles away, another group of cavalry stood in front of them.
There were a large number of these people, wearing soldiers' armor. The leader held a portrait in his hand. Behind them, there was a pile of burned carriages and corpses parked on the roadside.
The person blocking the road shouted: "Stop and get checked, otherwise..."
"Don't go there! They are ordinary people! Don't, don't do anything! We are here to help you!" The boss of the Twelve Ghosts who was beaten away just now, regardless of his swollen face, told the soldiers behind the convoy that he was not the enemy. , and shouted speechlessly to the front: "That's Lu Daohu, a master of concentration. He was sent by Puzhao to intercept and kill you. Run away from here with us..."
But when he spoke, it was already too late. The general dismounted again and threw a spear, directly piercing through the people shouting on the opposite side. The iron spear penetrated with the two cavalry behind him, and shot several people away.
The boss of Twelve Ghosts flying alone choked on the words in his throat.
The master of concentration was pierced by a bullet and shot away.
Twelve Ghosts Flying Alone was stunned for a moment, and was about to say that he should be careful and regain his composure to fight back.
But the two cavalrymen in front of the team rushed out and rushed forward with iron spears. They shot the two top Kongli peak warriors to death with one shot. They threw the spears behind their backs and were caught by the general.
The general rushed all the way and flew away with his iron gun, breaking the bodies of all those who stood in the way. Then he chased after him and beat the head of the Lu Daohu who had entered the precarious state to pieces.
Twelve cavalrymen were subsequently separated to pursue them. They rushed into the crowd and killed them, and more than two hundred soldiers blocking the road were annihilated. Even if they spread out and tried to surround them, those who thought something was wrong and tried to escape were still caught up and killed by the cavalry.
The group of people made a killing, one shot knocked away the wooden pillars blocking the road, and the carriage continued to move forward.
The Twelve Ghosts and others who were ignored were ignored and watched blankly as the group continued to move forward, and then couldn't help but look at each other.
"Boss, it seems like we don't need our help to escort you at all, right?"
"Yeah, it's so fierce!"
"Bullshit! Puzhao is now the leader of the altar, and he has more than just these people. Father Chen helped us so much back then, it's time to repay him!"
The boss of the Twelve Solitary Ghosts raised his weapon and shouted: "Follow us, and we'll take action when we encounter someone we can't handle."
