Chapter 67 Fearless

There was so much smoke under the city gate that the ground could not be seen clearly.

He Lingchuan was not idle either, waving to everyone: "Come on, let's go to the second round!"

He had good eyesight, and when he saw the first few fire crossbows fired by Nian Songyu, they were all knocked away by Nian Songyu. This guy was indeed capable of hitting after he went berserk. He Lingchuan thought it would be best to send the Buddha to the West.

Anyway, after the first round, we were all done, and we had completely broken up with the national master. In the second and third rounds, at most, our underwear was torn off. No one had any objections, and they were all immersed in loading.

The second round was also sent out successfully.

Only then did He Lingchuan realize that the noise of firing nail bombs was the loudest and deafening. In fact, in terms of power, the catapult was probably more terrifying. Although it will not explode when it hits the ground, the improved catapult on the city gate actually has a continuous fire function. After being filled at once, it can continuously throw twenty-four balls of rolling stones!

If it were controlled by human hands, errors would be inevitable; but in Panlong City controlled by the black dragon, these twenty-four shots almost all hit the same position, which is where Sun Fuping was standing.

He Lingchuan put himself in Sun Fuping's shoes. If he couldn't catch the fourth flint, he would be beaten into a piece of paper. Well, or crushed into pulp.

So, did they interrupt Sun Fuping's evil spell?

The demon apes and sand leopards made of scorched earth and magma took shape one after another, and they rushed forward and began to pull.

Stone balls, nail bombs and other random objects turned this open space into ruins again, with a lot of debris.

Even the black dragon lowered his head, wanting to see whether the two of them lived or died.

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Ignoring the gasps around him, He Chunhua's mind was racing rapidly.

The blood sacrifice formation is already in operation and will take effect in the blink of an eye. What should he do? Is there any way to survive?

His eyes fell on the commander of the Gale Army who was ten feet away.

These resentful spirits did not move away, they just retreated and stood still not far away.

He Chunhua suddenly had a plan in mind and made another gesture to them——

attack!

Attack towards the Thunder Formation!

In life, the Gale Army would never have waved its arms at Zhong Shengguang. But at this moment, one of the remaining wills of these heroic spirits is to obey the military orders and move forward bravely!

Thousands of heroic spirits turned their heads in unison, gathering the resentful souls around them again and rushed towards the Thunder Formation, followed closely behind.

Soon, nearly a thousand resentful souls collided with the formation and were wiped out.

There were no resentful souls wandering nearby, and the shouts of Gale's officers and soldiers pierced the sky.

Then, they raised their swords, spears and spears and charged towards the formation!

The sound of hooves is like thunder, horses and dragons.

Facing such a team is like standing at the head of Guantang Bridge and watching the August 16th tide rushing towards you.

He Chunhua yelled: "Give up resistance and pay attention to dodge!"

Then, the Gale Army ran into the Heavenly Thunder Formation head-on.

This time, the formation trembled more violently than the previous two times.

The first three rows of heroic spirits turned into ashes before they even had time to roar.

The latecomer filled the spot without any hesitation.

The sky thunder rumbled, but the number of heroic spirits dispersed was visibly reduced.

Finally, when the sixth row of heroes also arrived, He Chunhua's Sheji Order lost its last trace of green light.

The staff beast head finally opened its mouth, and the kite fell to the ground, but it was covered up by the sound of horse hooves.

The thunder formation broke.

Of course, this was due to the Blackwater City Army giving up resistance and losing the will to fight, and also due to the impact of the Gale Army's superior strength.

He Chunhua didn't care about anything else and strode out of the formation.

His impatience is the best example. Others behave exactly like him, even stepping on each other.

Kankan rushed out of the formation only two feet away, and screams of pain came from behind.

He Chunhua turned around, and the scene he saw made his hair stand on end:

The red light of the blood sacrifice formation soared into the sky, ten times more intense than before?

There were hundreds of people under his command, and there was always a difference in speed when entering the battle. Dozens of people failed to escape in time when the red light suddenly appeared. At this moment, they fell to the ground, as if all their strength had been taken away.

But no one else dared to step in to help, because their skin quickly shriveled and sank, and after three breaths they were all skin and bones, their nails fell off, their hair turned white, and withered like straw.

He Chunhua watched with his own eyes a close confidant asking for help from him, his hands stretched out of the formation. He originally had small triangular eyes, but because his face shrank into a skeleton, his eyes became round and bulging.

He Chunhua wanted to pull the person out, but when he reached the edge of the circle, he retracted his hand. Finally, the man's eyes rolled out of their sockets and fell to the ground.

Situ Han's hands and feet were faster. Seeing his brother fall on the edge of the magic circle, he quickly used the back of his knife to pull him out. But he was disabled from the waist down and was wailing on the ground.

When the red light dissipated, only dozens of white skeletons wearing clothes and hair fluttering in the wind were left in the formation.

And at some point, there was a ball of white light in the array. Before anyone could see it clearly, it burrowed into the pool with a whoosh!

The strange thing is that this white light cannot enter the well that can be entered by resentful spirits and humans.

It bounced back.

Bai Guang seemed to be in disbelief. He hit twice in succession and failed one after another.

When the Blood Sacrifice Formation was launched, the Gale Army stayed far away, as if they knew how powerful it was; it was not until the red light disappeared and the Heavenly Thunder Formation lost its effectiveness that the Gale Army gathered around.

The white light seemed to have caught their attention. The white light hit the wall in the well. Several Gale Army leaders looked at each other, as if they had a clear understanding, and first threw out a fishing net.

The white light seemed to have eyes, and it ducked out of the way. Unexpectedly, the net grew several times in size out of thin air, and still caught it.

The Gale Army closed the net, and then the swords, spears, and lances rushed into the mesh, each time hitting the white light.

Their weapons were not physical, but they broke after a few stabs, and even the arms holding the weapons became virtual bit by bit. The soldiers on the side raised their swords and cut off the leaders' arms at the shoulders, thus blocking the transformation of the soul.

As a heroic spirit, this kind of injury is nothing, and it will recover in time.

The Gale Army leader who had the earliest confrontation with He Chunhua and others saw this, and threw the weapon in his hand as a javelin again, hitting the white light.

The rest of the generals followed suit.

Seeing this, Situ Han also threw out his long sword, but it pierced through the pool and fell into it, causing no damage to the white light.

He Chunhua said: "Pure weapons are not good."

Seeing that the Gale Army was about to deal a second wave of damage to the white light, the latter suddenly shone brightly.

That light was not something that humans, even heroic spirits had to avoid.

Fortunately, the strong light only lasted for a moment. When everyone came to their senses, the white light disappeared.

The generals of the Gale Army stood for a few breaths, as if they had received some news or made some decision, and led their troops to rush into the pool.

After all, there was no entity, so there was no need to rush. They left the pool as majestically as they did when they returned.

In just a dozen breaths, there was no heroic spirit left in front of the temple.

Everyone stood at the edge of the formation, panting, and could not speak for a long time.