Chapter 642: Father and daughter go into battle!

"My men." Yue Xia Nan said with a face: "He is not my man, but my partner... How, Ling Xiao, now I think about working with me, there is room for negotiation."
"It seems that you have no confidence in yourself..." Ling Xiao sneered: "The guy who has no confidence in himself, why should I cooperate with you."
Yue Xia Nan shook his head helplessly, saying: "Ling Wei, in fact, I really appreciate you, why do we have to be an enemy, forget it, this is the last time I sent you an invitation, but unfortunately you refused, then we will win. Negative, the offensive on both sides of the Zou family began, and you are careful."
Ling Xiao sneered without saying, not afraid of you, afraid that you will not come.
On the west side of Zou's side, Zou Wei met her father, Zou Jun, and took the Zou's mech-operator who had previously ordered the retracement from the main entrance of Zou Xiong to fight the enemy.
The enemies on the west side are more chaotic, and there are various levels of spirits. The level of jaggedness is a feature, and the other is more.
The people in Zoucheng are all hiding in the house and dare not come out. Even so, they are still worried about being caught by the fish, because the sound of the outside fight is too loud.
In this place, Zou's family was afraid of hurting the people in the city, and they did not dare to shoot. They could only use the power of the chariot armor to fight these spirits.
Zou Wei took the lead in the car, and the pink killing waved the purple spar double sword and rushed into the enemy's thousands of people, such as entering the uninhabited.
The swords of the chariots are swung up. Every time you swing, there will be more than a dozen soul-souls being Zou Wei’s swords, and the chariots are fast and the chariots are heavy, like Zou Wei. Among the crowds, the gods who were killed by her pink killings were more than the ones she had with her sword.
Zou Jun also sat on the killing god, followed behind her daughter, to be her strongest backing.
In order to protect the two of them, the Zou family followed closely. After the outbreak of the Western War, hundreds of differently-sized chariots rushed into the crowd of hundreds of thousands of souls, rampaging, left. Cut right kill, extremely overbearing.
Of course, those spirits are not vegetarian. They can't fight the chariot with the strength and strength of the body, but they can be used to attack more treasures.
Zou Wei, who is in the forefront, her pink killing has been burned by the enemy with a smashing five-line fire attack. Her arm is broken and the arm is broken. Things like big and small thunderbolts were blown up.
If such an attack doubles, the pink killing can be reimbursed.
Zou Wei is so miserable, and no one else can go anywhere.
There have been more than 50 chariots under the joint attack of the enemy forces, and even people have been driven to be fragmented.
These guys seem to have brought a lot of things to deal with Zou’s chariots. The weapons they threw are not with fire or with hooks.
Otherwise, it is a large-scale heavy-duty treasure like the Sky Hammer. The hammer has a room as big as a hammer, and a hammer can flatten a small chariot.
Dangdang... The debris of the chariot is flying around, flying with it, or the flesh and blood of Zou’s mech-operator, or the demon tower of the demon who was killed just after releasing the treasure.
"Kill." Zou Wei looked at a guy in front of the control of the broken hammer, Zou Wei manipulated the pink to kill God, rushing toward the other side.
The man was Yue Xia Nan’s priest from the other towers of the gods of the gods. Zhou Wei, the person who is best at the organ is the manipulator, and manipulating the broken hammer is his specialty.
The Zou's mech-operator and chariot that died in this man's hand are no less than fifty.
Seeing that Zou Wei was killed by him, Zhou Wei was not worried at all. The gesture changed. He suddenly slammed into the broken hammer of other people and slammed it from the top of the Zou Wei chariot.
"Be careful." Zou Jun screamed, quickly maneuvering his own killing, leaping high, and stopped with his own chariot before the hammer fell to Zou Wei's pink killing head.
Hey, this hammer was very strong, and Zou Jun was dragged to the ground with his car. His head was hit hard and he fainted.
"Oh." Zou Wei saw the previous scene through the observation screen in the chariot, grief and indignation, in order to prevent Zou Jun from giving up his life, Zou Wei endured grief and continued to rush forward.
Fortunately, Zou Jun intercepted this, and Zou Wei blocked Zhou Wei’s attack, and Zou Wei rushed unimpededly to Zhou Wei’s body, waving a pair of swords and slamming into Zhou Wei.
Zhou Hao is also a purple-level strongman. When Zou Wei is not successful, he quickly recovers the broken hammer, and his body flashes away Zou Wei’s double-sword strike.
Even if the chariot is more flexible, compared with the purple-level powerhouse, it is obviously awkward.
Unless the chariot uses a spar, it is unlikely that the chariot will hit the purple-level powerhouse.
Zou Wei is also clearly aware of the truth. Her previous attack was nothing but a scorpion, a real attack, but a flying sword that was connected to her life and soul while the spar energy sword was thrown out.
"A good tricky guy, really, this priest is afraid that you can't." Zhou Wei saw a flying sword spurting himself, and the arrogance in his heart was also stimulated by this flying sword.
His right hand waved forward, and a flying sword with a purple soul force, such as the comet, slammed into Zou Wei's flying sword.
Zhou’s intention was obvious. He wanted to harden and ruin Zou Wei’s flying sword.
This flying sword is connected with the soul of Zou Wei and ruined the sword. Zou Wei’s soul is bound to be damaged, and there is no difference between it and the abolition. This attack is not poisonous.
Even knowing the other party's thoughts, Zou Wei still has no intention of retreating, and continues to use the power of the soul to control Feijian to continue.
Bang, the two flying swords hit a piece, like the big explosion of the comet, bursting a purple flame over the Zou family.
Zou Wei's body slammed back and forth, and a hot blood sprayed out, and the whole person's expression instantly dimmed.
If it weren’t for the straps on the seat of the chariot, Zou Wei’s shock had already been shocked out of the chariot.
When the explosion broke out, Zhou Wei thought that Zou Wei was dead and dying. When he was secretly smug, he couldn’t prevent another flying sword from flying out of the explosion.
The distance is too close, the speed of the flying sword is too fast, so that Zhou Wei can't avoid it. He can only watch the flying sword pierce his heart.
The speed of the flying sword is so fast that Zhou Wei feels that his body is just like a bite by something, and it will not hurt much in the past.
But he can feel so clearly that his body is constantly flowing out with the blood in his chest, and is rapidly getting cold.
"It turned out to be... double swords..." Before Zhou Wei’s death, he finally understood why.
However, regret is late.
Zhou Yiyi died, this group of people is like a group of dragons without heads, chaos and chaos, and Zou Jiazhi people see their father and son are so brave, morale, and the chariot action has become mad.
One after another, the group of "Magic Towers" of the Demon Tower was immediately pressed by the momentum of the Zou family's chariot troops and turned into a real rabble.
At this time, Zou’s Western battlefield became a one-sided slaughter of Zou’s family.
There are more people, no backbone, and can only be reduced to the fish on others.
Zou Wei gasped with a big mouth and leaned back against the chariot's chair, muttering: "Ling, I am not worse than your other women."
At this time, the east side of Zoujia is still quiet.
Li Yuanchong, Aji, and Longji and his party were standing at the gate of the east side of Zou's house, waiting quietly.
They believe that there will be someone in this direction, and that the person who comes will definitely be the silver helmet man.
Sure enough, the silver mask man brought ten men and appeared in front of Li Yuanchong.
Seeing the appearance of these people seems to be in a hurry, and the clothes and hair are even messy.
"This time, I won't let you escape again." Li Yuanchong ignored the details and smashed the tyrant's gun in his hand, and his eyes locked the silver helmet man.
The helmet man’s eyes are bright, and he sincerely praises:
The kid, your strength has improved. With your strength, it’s really aggrieved with Ling Xiao.

Li Yuanchong was very disdain to say: "I like it, what is it about you, talk nonsense, see the real chapter under your hand."
When he said his shot, Li Yuanchong waved a heavy gun and took the initiative to attack the helmet man.
The last injury of the helmet man did not fully recover. However, his self-respect did not allow him to retreat at this time. His self-confidence did not allow him to admit that he would not be able to pay a junior.
Li Yuanchong’s gunpoint pointed to the helmet man, and the helmet man’s hands had already worn the gloves and punched Li Yuanchong’s gunpoint.
Hey, Li Yuanchong’s gunpoint and helmet man were punched together, and each of them stepped back a few steps.
Careful people can find that the number of steps taken by the two is unexpectedly the same.
In other words, Li Yuanchong did not let the helmet people take advantage of this shot, which is hard to imagine.
The helmet man’s eyes were full of surprises, and then he understood.
"Li Changjing, this guy has taught you a lot of things, hehe." The tone of the helmet man has changed dramatically, and he has become a bit stunned.
"Up." Li Yuanchong did not want to temper with this guy, once again attacked the helmet man.
The helmet man was so angry that he was a personal thing, and he was forced to be like this by a junior like Li Yuanchong. This made him feel embarrassed.
"Today, you have to take your little life to export bad luck." The helmet man never stopped, and made his own housekeeping skills to face Li Yuanchong.
Li Yuanchong and the helmet man battle, the helmet of the ten followers is rushed to the other people around Li Yuanchong.
The dragon screamed and smiled: "Is your dragon lord so easy to deal with?"
The voice has not yet fallen, and with the dancing of the hands of the dragons, a line of light is immediately generated under the feet of the ten people.
"Fast speed of the array." The ten gusts of light made the speed of the ten people slow, and Ashi’s one shot and ten shots reached their front in the next moment.