puff! ! !
In anger, Ji Yuanqi couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Those hundreds of thousands of troops were the foundation for his success.
Now defeated, even if he defends Qizhou City today, there is probably no possibility of counterattack.
And when the little emperor regains his breath and brings back the elites from the town, he may not be able to save himself.
"Ji Luochen, I am unwilling to accept this. I will definitely kill you. The throne must belong to me."
Then Ji Yuanqi yelled: "Mr. Wu, if you don't take action now, how long will it take?"
As Ji Yuanqi's words fell, an indifferent voice resounded throughout Qizhou City.
"Your Highness, King Qi, there is a ragtag group of people. I will clean them up for you now."
Seeing that Mr. Wu was finally about to take action, Ji Yuanqi's pale face finally looked better.
Then he turned his head and said to the general: "You immediately lead the people to defend the city. After Mr. Wu cleans up these people, we will launch a counterattack."
Now Ji Yuanqi is ready to burn the boat.
However, these people who came to kill him are not weak. I am afraid that even if Mr. Wu wants to kill these people, it will take some time.
So Ji Yuanqi planned to defend the city first, and after killing Yao Yue and others, he would lead Mr. Wu out of the city to counterattack.
Hearing that indifferent voice, Yao Yue, Wei Zhuang and others all looked solemn.
The masters all sense each other. Although the person speaking has not yet appeared, it is not easy to detect the person coming just by his voice.
I saw Yao Yue Mingyu's true energy rising sharply, permeating the whole body, and her palms suddenly pushed out, directly knocking the white-haired sword fairy and the dead old man away.
As soon as the two of them hit the ground, they couldn't help but feel their throats tingling and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Then the two of them looked at Yao Yue, who looked like a fairy under the moon, with horrified expressions.
They never expected that this woman was so strong.
Obviously they are both in the realm of martial saints, but together they are no match.
In fact, it's not that the two of them are inferior in strength, but that Yao Yue is too strong.
When the Ming Yu Gong is cultivated to the ninth level, the internal energy will be endless and will never be exhausted. In battle, it will always be at its peak state.
Not only does the inner strength keep growing, it even has the effect of lasting youth.
Even if he dies of old age, his appearance will not change in any way.
If it didn't have such powerful characteristics, it wouldn't be possible to be listed as one of the four great magical arts along with the Wedding Clothes Divine Art.
After defeating the white-haired swordsman and the dead old man with one palm, Yao Yue slowly looked towards the end of the street.
I saw a figure strolling up the long street, as if taking a leisurely stroll, with a gentle smile on his face.
Seeing that day, Ji Yuanqi couldn't help but said with great joy: "Mr. Wu, you are finally here."
Mr. Wu put his hands on his back and stood outside the battlefield and said: "Your Highness, King Qi, I didn't expect that my Wolong Villa has been around for a long time, but there are so many masters in the world."
After the words fell, Mr. Wu glanced at Wei Zhuang and others, and finally stopped at Yao Yue, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.
"It's such a fine cauldron. If it can be used as a cauldron for me, I'm afraid it will soon allow me to truly enter the realm of land gods."
Hearing Mr. Wu's words, Yaoyue couldn't help but have murderous intent on her face, and said in a cold voice.
"Then it depends on whether you have the strength."
Mr. Wu smiled when he heard this: "Whether I have that strength or not, you will know soon."
As soon as the words fell, Mr. Wu's eyes flashed, and the powerful zhenqi suddenly filled the air. Wisps of zhenqi turned into the shape of iron chains and swept away towards Wei Zhuang and others.
Wei Zhuang and others knew that this man was powerful, so they did not dare to be careless and unleashed all their strength to fight.
But the gap between the two sides is too big.
Wei Zhuang and others have not even reached the Martial Saint realm, let alone the half-step land immortal.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, Wei Zhuang and others were knocked away.
One after another, figures smashed into the houses on both sides of the road.
In the entire field, only Yaoyue took Mr. Wu's attack.
Under Mr. Wu's attack, the Jinyiwei directly killed and injured two to three hundred people. Their terrifying strength made everyone fearful.
Seeing Yao Yue take one of his moves, Mr. Wu couldn't help but feel even more satisfied.
"Yes, I did not misjudge you. I didn't expect to meet a top-notch cauldron like you."
Immediately, a folding fan appeared in Mr. Wu's hand, facing Yao Yue from afar.
The tyrannical Qi was like a hurricane, flying sand and stones on the streets, and the ground paved with bluestones was blown away, sweeping towards Yaoyue.
Facing the infuriating hurricane, Yao Yue activated Mingyu's infuriating energy in her body, gave a sweet shout, and struck out with a palm.
Boom! ! !
The fight between the two was like a ground-breaking battle, causing the entire Qizhou City to shake.
Yaoyue's feet scraped against the ground and she quickly retreated. Everything she passed was shattered by the aftermath of the fight between the two.
After Yao Yue stopped, the place he had passed had been turned into ruins, and two long ravines were left on the ground.
"I advise you to surrender obediently. I really can't bear to hurt this top-notch cauldron like you."
"As long as you are willing to surrender, I will treat you well."
"You, dream."
Yaoyue said while holding back the surging Qi in her body.
In the fight between the two just now, although Yao Yue was not injured, the energy in her body was shaken to a point of churning.
When she wanted to take action, it was difficult to do so because she couldn't even raise her energy now.
While Yao Yue was fighting with Mr. Wu, Chen Zhibao outside Qizhou City had already led his men to attack the city.
However, Chen Zhibao's siege was not like others, which was both a ladder and a siege vehicle.
Instead, he rode directly to the front, holding a spear, and rushed to the city gate alone.
Ji Yuanqi on the city wall saw this scene and couldn't help but wonder what Chen Zhibao was going to do.
But the next moment, he was shocked from ear to ear.
I saw the spear thrust out from Chen Zhibao's hand, and the terrifying power seemed to pierce the sky, hitting the city gate with a roar.
The heavy city gate exploded into pieces under Chen Zhibao's blow.
After the city gate was blown to pieces, Chen Zhibao's figure stood proudly in front of the city gate and said slowly: "Your opponent is me. I am just a half-step land god, but I dare to speak arrogant words. Have you ever asked me if I have the gun in my hand?" ?”
Chen Zhibao's voice, like Mr. Wu's before, resounded throughout the city.
"who?"
When Mr. Wu heard Chen Zhibao's voice, he couldn't help asking coldly.
"Chen Zhibao, Marshal of the Great Zhou Dynasty who suppressed the rebellion."
Before the voice could finish, Chen Zhibao was already riding a horse slowly to the street with one shot at a time.
With every step the horse took, Chen Zhibao's fighting spirit skyrocketed. By the time he reached the long street, Chen Zhibao's fighting spirit had reached its peak.
The powerful and terrifying fighting spirit caused even the sky to change.
