Chapter 340: Burned

Zhou Qingfeng exhaled into a mist, staring at the cold mansions, his wild posture overflowed. There was a fierce gasp under his iron mask, and the armor was shattered into strands, but without impairing his demeanor, it was even more majestic.
'War trample' is really the best skill to charge. As long as you keep killing the enemy, you can make your skills continue and strengthen. The domineering state makes the number advantage of miscellaneous soldiers meaningless, and it is impossible to break the defense.
Just rushing all the way, killing all the way, the aristocratic group of Hanfeng City was chopped through.
The streets were wailing, and countless slaves and soldiers were running around in panic. Those mindless guys lost the command of their grandfathers and screamed like a bunch of harlequins.
The aristocratic knights were not spared either. The number advantage not only failed to bring any benefits, but restricted their actions everywhere. Their horses were frightened by the impact, hissing and jumping.
Many people were thrown off the horse, and those on the horse's back must also hold the reins desperately. Instead, they tried to reshape the formation, either they met hot lava stones or they were blocked by running slaves.
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the street he had just cut through, and the old long legs were sprinting at him alone. The latter is horrifying and frightening, and it seems to be as fast as any demon possesses.
Except for the old long legs, no one on the noble side could hold the scene.
Kelly waved a long whip into the enemy. Adrian's magic flute stirred his opponent dizzy. Nal incarnates as a bear, and Luke shoots a cold arrow behind him. Twenty-man guards lined up, and likewise rushed to the streets.
The noblemen of the Cold Wind City gathered by a group of hedgehogs did not have an effective command. Most people can only see the chaos in the past ten years, and they seriously lack the ability to coordinate and coordinate. Even the guarded infantry with spears can be formed locally to strike more and fight less, and strike them.
Collenfield. Long-legged, the owner of the Northerly Cold Wind City, he seemed to draw a good hand, but was easily defeated by Zhou Qingfeng's strong attack. At this moment only he has the fighting spirit and still refuses to give up. He has rushed forward, and the volley jumped ...
Justin and Mondino stopped in front of the old long legs. The Plague Priest holds up the Holy Emblem, whispers Tarona's holy name, and hits the target with a green light.
The shadow on the surface of the old long leg suddenly became a shield to protect him from the magic. But the necromancer on the other side gave a sneer, and a tall Inflammational Skeleton jumped out of the air during the swing of the staff.
The Flame Demon skeleton roared silently, and its ribbed arms rushed up as a grapple. In the roar, the shadows outside the old long legs were strongly suppressed and shivered. Forced the latter to lift the gold knife in his hand and slashed.
The golden sword light burst into a strong sacred power, which is obviously a high-end magic weapon specially designed to restrain demons. But the golden light lit up, and the shadow protecting the old long legs screamed first, followed by the flame skeleton that came forward to grapple.
The golden light has a strong evil-breaking attribute, and both Mondino and Justin felt great threats and immediately retreated. The shadow that bears the brunt escaped from the body of the old long legs and fled. The flame demon skeleton was split upright, and the bones were pulled in half.
The golden light was also driven by its continued expansion. When Mondino saw that the situation was wrong, he forcibly drank the precious flame skeleton to make a big move—burn it!
The slayer who turned into a dead spirit roared, trying to resist this complete destruction. But after it was wounded, it could not refuse the instructions given by the controller. It could only hold in four arms and grab the old long legs with a horse. It suddenly jumped and exploded!
Thunder struck the flat ground, and intense light and heat struck instantly. People nearby must close their eyes, or they will suffer a brief blindness. The huge energy turned into a heat flow and spread violently towards the surroundings, and within ten meters became the absolute killing range.
Zhou Qingfeng had to close his head with his eyes closed to avoid the power of this magic devil. ‘Shadow’ is to attract a negative energy shield to resist the violent impact of ‘Burning Body’.
The shock wave lasted for more than ten seconds.
After the explosion, the two casters in front of Zhou Qingfeng were blown away. Fortunately, they can still be contacted in the Shengguang network, otherwise people have to worry that they are already dead.
Waiting for the flames to disappear, a large pit appeared at the scene of the incineration. Thirty meters around the big pit is full of dirt from the explosion and roadside buildings that have been blown to collapse. And in the middle of the big pit, there are old legs.
The old guy's horse was gone, his body floated, his head bowed. The shadow that drove him to change positions before disappeared, and it was estimated that what a special demon was, but was completely purified in the explosion.
The old long-legged body was protected by a golden light ball, seemingly safe. But his anger rushed to the crown, his chest was stained with blood, and his armor was broken. The gold knife in his hand was less than half, and the remaining part also cracked, disappearing as a powder.
"What a sacred weapon, it must be very exciting. It was a pity that it was so destroyed." Zhou Qingfeng sighed at not being able to capture the knife. He didn't hurt himself, so he could sit still on horseback.
The corner of the old long-legged mouth was bleeding, and he still screamed angrily: "This is my grandfather's sword, which is dedicated to killing demons like you." He was angrily speeding up at the same time.
"Go away." Zhou Qingfeng drank, and raised his hand to add a ‘super effect. Sonic Spear’. In the loud noise, the old long legs rushing over were forcibly anchored for half a second, and were sturdy and damaged by the sonic spear.
Whoa, the old long legs stopped their feet and spit a big spit of blood—the flames are the top armies of the abyss. How could it be that nothing happened?
In fact, this violent explosion scared all the people in the city into fright. The remaining aristocrats no longer had the war heart, just wanted to rush to escape.
The hungry people who launched the riot were scared to death, but then their confidence was doubled. The Holy Light network directly sent messages to dispel the doubts of the hungry people, and the nobles who were about to be killed were Victor Hugo punishing them.
Cheers flowed like a tide.
The vitality of the old long legs was released, and the gold knife in the hand dissipated faster. The blade had disappeared, leaving only the handle. He stared blankly at the golden sword in his hand as a symbol of family heritage, then looked up at Zhou Qingfeng ...
"Victor Hugo, why don't you recognize the nobility at all? Why do you want to destroy us?"
Zhou Qingfeng shrugged, "You emphasize bloodlines, despise civilians, try to be high above you, and enjoy power and wealth forever. Do you think you are a nobleman? Too ridiculous, this is not the nobleman in my mind.
Nobles should represent the development requirements of advanced productive forces, the direction of advanced culture, and the fundamental interests of the overwhelming majority of the people. I asked myself that I couldn't do all three, so I never considered myself a noble. "
Zhou Qingfeng suddenly bowed his head and said to himself, "Well ... my political ability is really advancing by leaps and bounds." He looked up again and sneered: "Forget it, you don't understand anyway. Your soul Can't support it, let's just dissipate. "
The old long legs bowed their heads again, and the handle of the golden sword had dissipated. He only smiled bitterly: "I am relieved, and I no longer need to be troubled by ordinary things in the world. And you ..."
The tone was suddenly resentful.
"Victor Hugo, your troubles have just begun."