Chapter 1111 Buying a Potion to Restore Strength

The city was completely silent, and everyone was staring blankly at the King Kong who fell in a pool of blood.

bang bang bang...

Di Ping stood quietly with the knife in hand, listening to the beating of King Kong's heart. , at this time he exhaled a long breath.

King Kong is really dead!

He suddenly jumped onto King Kong's body, stood on its chest, slowly raised the sword in his hand, raised it all the way above his head, and then roared into the sky.

The long roar sounded like a tiger roaring and a dragon roared straight into the sky. The dark clouds in the quaking sky dissipated in an instant, and the aura that dominated the world spread out like a panic, as if it was venting its sovereignty to this world.

Everyone's eyes fell on Di Ping, who was shrouded in holy white light like a god, with fanatical worship and awe in his eyes. At this moment, Di Ping was the god in their hearts.

The young Baijing who came with Han Zhongguo saw this scene, and his eyes were full of shock and horror!

"Ooooooooo..."

Suddenly, a shocking cheer erupted from the top of the city, and everyone raised their weapons and roared frantically.

"Long live the city master!"

I don't know who shouted, and then a neat roar broke out from the top of the city: "Long live the city owner!" The shouts were neat and uniform, as if they had been rehearsed, and the neat and loud voice resounded throughout the world.

The people in Sanctuary City were trembling and trembling, listening to the terrifying beast roar that came from outside the city from time to time, their bodies trembling with fright, but at this moment they suddenly heard the cheers of victory, and they couldn't believe it for a while. After listening to it, I realized that the battle was really won. Everyone had a smile on their faces and started to walk outside, cheering and jumping with their hands up.

"Victory! Victory!"

"Long Live the City Lord"

Liu Bingyu and Yu Shujie were busy calling for the staff to deliver supplies to the city, and they were sweaty and had no time to wipe. At this moment, when they heard the shocking cheers coming from the city, they finally straightened their waists, their faces showed joy, the eyes in their eyes were full of joy. A touch of worry finally receded.

Although they didn't go to the top of the city, but seeing the bloody people being carried down from the top of the city one after another, they knew how tragic the battle was, and they were extremely worried about Di Ping's safety.

Ning Nan, who was sweating on the rescue staff, raised her head to listen when she heard the voice. A faint smile appeared in the corner of her eyes, but she quickly calmed down and lowered her head to sew up the wounds of the wounded. , her hands are more stable and her movements are faster.

There is only one voice in the entire Sanctuary City, and that is "Long Live the City Lord!"

Everyone is screaming desperately to vent the fear and anxiety in their hearts, and it seems that only in this way can they vent.

Even if it was Liu Zhenya, Liu Minsheng and the soldiers he brought, they raised their hands and cheered excitedly at this time, but the two of them would not shout long live the city lord like the soldiers, but they looked at the domineering and domineering road under the city. The figure, the heart can not help but admire and admiration.

There are such people in Sanctuary City. Bianzhou Base can only befriend them, not enemies. This has surpassed the scope of normal human beings and is no longer human.

Their grandfathers and grandsons have strengthened the idea of ​​cooperation in their hearts. The Awakened is so powerful, and all hope of mankind will be in the Awakened. This will become a trend. If you don't understand this trend, it will eventually be swallowed up in the end times.

After frantically venting for two or three minutes, Di Ping saw that everyone was almost venting, and then raised his hand to stop everyone.

As soon as he moved his gesture, the cheers at the top of the city gradually stopped, and then the entire city fell silent. Although the faces of the soldiers on the city wall were still frantic, they all looked at Di Ping quietly.

"Open the city gate, clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded!"

Di Ping's voice suddenly sounded, his voice was as loud as Huang Zhong Dalu, and everyone could hear it really.