Chapter 2344: Bombing

"Boy, the battlefield is not where you should be. A nanny like you is only worth sleeping in a cradle!"
The general of the demon army sneered, and the spear in his hand was holding the head of a brother [August One Chinese Network www.zwdu8.me] League monk.
"You! Damn!"
Facing the provocation of the generals of the demon army, Wang Mo roared and rushed up, his eyes bloodshot.
"Young leader, come back soon!"
Wang Mo's impulse shocked those who were protecting him, and they hurriedly chased him, trying to stop Wang Mo.
"It's a little hairy after all, I was fooled if I was agitated, come, take him down and receive a reward!"
Facing Wang Mo's edge, the generals of the demon army did not directly contend with it. He retreated directly to the crowd, and the endless demon army rushed forward, gradually submerging his figure.
"Asshole thing! Don't go if you have the ability, and face me one-on-one!"
Wang Mo was full of enthusiasm, and seeing the enemy go away, he could do nothing.
At this time, the demons rushed over, facing the attack of tens of thousands of weapons, Wang Mo could only choose to fight desperately!
Ouch!
A dragon chant came from the dragon blood sword, and Wang Mo's anger also aroused Qi Ling's anger. As the sword aura burst out, the ghosts of blood dragons danced wildly among the enemy forces.
brush!
Wang Mo swept across with a sword, the Dragon Blood Sword was unstoppable, and the weapons of the Demon Army monks were cut off one after another.
In the end, it is a semi-sacred weapon, and its sharpness is not comparable to that of ordinary weapons.
"It's really worthy of being the young leader of the Brotherhood. There are treasures all over the body!"
"General Qian only said to take him down, but didn't say how to divide the treasures on him!"
"Hey! Then whoever grabs it naturally counts as someone!"
The eyes of the monks of the demon army became more and more greedy. Before Wang Mo was taken by them, they began to discuss how to divide the treasures of Wang Mo.
Of course, in the eyes of the demons, Wang Mo would be taken by them sooner or later. This result is a foregone conclusion, and there will never be any difference.
In the distance, the two regiments of the Brotherhood who rescued Wang Mo were targeted by the demon army, and their advancing speed became slower and slower. I am afraid that they may not be able to reach Wang Mo within 40 minutes.
"The two regiment leaders, can't go any further, we will be alone if we go further, and we will be concentrated and destroyed by the enemy!"
"Crap! Can I not understand this Laozi? But the trapped is the Young Leader. Even if I have all his hands off, I have to get the Young Leader back!"
"Without the support of the lord, the two of us still don't know which pimple horn to beg for, today is the time when I wait to pay the lord the kindness!"
Even in the face of a powerful enemy several times their own, the commanders of the two regiments did not retreat. Even though their subordinates have repeatedly spoken, they still have not changed their original intentions.
"What a loyal teacher! The human race on the Soul Heaven Continent is really admirable!"
"Unfortunately, they are the stumbling block to my teaching to unify the Netherworld, so they must be cleaned up!"
"Yes, such a terrible army, absolutely can't let them grow up!"
Looking at the cultivators of the Corps who were advancing bravely, the demon cultivators showed their solemn colors.
"Young leader, please take care!"
With the sound of tearing muscles and muscles, the last team member beside Wang Mo also fell.
At this moment, Wang Mo stood alone in the encirclement. Even though he was extremely brave, he still couldn't stand the crowds of the enemy, and his whole body was already full of wounds.
Wang Mo squeezed the dragon blood sword tightly, the expression on his face looked like death, he looked around at the surrounding enemies, and he roared: "Come on, don't you want to defeat me? See who falls first today!"
As soon as the voice fell, the demons paused, looking at the strong young man in front of them, there was a trace of fear in their hearts.
They didn't dare to go forward, because they knew that Wang Mo was right. If they fell down at this time, then they would not be able to take away many treasures from Wang Mo.
One minute passed, and all the demon cultivators became their stepping stones in a cannon fodder that took the initiative to attack.
But it is a pity that everyone has grown up, and no one wants to be the next victim.
boom! boom! boom!
When the two sides fell into a short stalemate, the Nether Cult warships on the coast suddenly exploded one after another.
The demons were shocked, and a group of demons immediately ran to the rear, trying to find out what happened.
Boom!
However, at this moment, the center of the explosion suddenly stretched out a ten-thousand-meter sword gang, which directly wiped out the demon army that was investigating the situation!
"Master!"
Wang Mo sensed the familiar power in that sword gang, his eyes lit up, and he instantly cheered up!
"Who is doing a sneak attack? Rats, don't you get out of this holy child right away!"
Duan Zhiming furiously said, seeing that the army under his command was about to win a phased victory, but he didn't want to kill a Cheng Yaojin on the way.
"If you let me out, I'll come out? Why don't I lose face?"
A cold voice floated in the air, and the monks on the side of the Brotherhood were overjoyed when they heard the sound: "This is the voice of the lord!"
"Great, lord leader is here to reinforce us!"
what? Your lord?
The demonic cultivators all hit a spirit, it seems that there is only one person who can be called the leader in the soul sky continent, right?
"Difficult...Is it the young man who is rumored to be comparable to King Yan Shengzi?"
"No, he has disappeared from the mainland?"
"Is the news that should have come from within is false?"
The Nether Cult elders panicked one by one, if Su Fan really came here. They are absolutely inevitable to die.
"Huh, what's to be afraid of? Isn't it just Su Fan? The strength of this holy child is similar to that of King Yan, so Su Fan can't get half a bargain in the hands of this holy child!"
Duan Zhiming looked disdainful. As the son of Nether Cult, he has his own pride and has seen too many geniuses. Therefore, Duan Zhiming has always been skeptical of Su Fan's rumors.
A young man in his early twenties, can his strength be equal to that of King Yan Shengzi?
ridiculous!
King Yan Shengzi has cultivated for thousands of years before he has the current strength and status.
For people in their twenties, it’s only 20 years at the most for a full practice time, right?
What is enough time for this? You must know that King Yan Shengzi has been closed for more than 20 years!
As soon as Duan Zhiming finished speaking, a cold wind blew over, and then he saw the people around him staring at him in a daze.
"What do you guys look at Ben Shengzi doing? Did Ben Shengzi make a mistake?"
Duan Zhiming felt something was wrong, but he didn't notice any problems.
"Holy...Holy Son, behind you..."
A Demon Cult elder pointed behind Duan Zhiming and said with a trembling tone.
"Behind?"
Duan Zhiming didn't understand, so he subconsciously looked back, but at this look, he was scared in a cold sweat.