Chapter 120: Wish to fight with me

The murderous air pervades around.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."
Knives and soldiers collided, blood, eight hundred miles of Yunzhou city official road, all with stumps and arms, blood flowed hundreds of feet,
The mobs formed by the mighty powers of the rivers and lakes, with every impact, stepped on the corpses.
Fortunately, these people are already murderous, and if they are other people, I am afraid that they have already been shocked by this horrible scene.
The tragic fighting also suddenly reduced these mobs by half.
The arrow rain filled the sky and walked through the bones,
In less than half an hour, Wan Hao is strong, with a blood sword and a thousand feet.
The casualties can be described as heavy,
But fortunately, these people are not disciples of the Blood Sword Sect, and they don't have any feelings for Xue Luo Ji.
So far,
Jianghu Haoqiang has long been regretful,
Originally thinking that it would be nice to enjoy the cool under the big tree, but how can it be, this is an ancient wood that cannibalize.
The blood sword gate, the wave of magic power, shocked thousands of miles,
When Chu Feng rushed to Yunzhou City, the gate was breached and the people fled through.
There are only tens of thousands of guards in Yunzhou City, forming a formation to fight the enemy to the death.
At this time, the cannon fodder composed of the magnates of the rivers and lakes is already out of ten.
Even the elite disciples of the Blood Sword Sect themselves have already been engaged in the battle.
The fierceness of the war is beyond imagination,
As the saying goes, one will succeed in ten thousand bones, and the blood of heroes forever, but so,
In Yunzhou City, as long as there is a little bit of combat power, the advanced constant strength is here, and it looks like a man who is a master and a man.
So far,
Up and down Yunzhou, a radius of a hundred miles, the arena withered, the masters are decadent,
I don’t know how many sect inheritances will be broken in this war alone.
The masters of the entire Yunzhou Innate Realm, ten are not saved, and the Yunzhou Cultivation Realm is withered, and it has become a foregone conclusion.
What's more, people who have the talent for cultivating immortals are rare, but now they have lost 90%, and Yunzhou City's military power is a foregone conclusion.
"Report to the city lord that the lotus temple has not yet been born, I will wait... what should I do?"
The man in Tsing Yi and Tsing Sweater, with a full body, wearing a headband and holding the Purple Cloud Thunder Sword, has a stiff complexion.
This person is not someone else, it is the City Lord of Yunzhou City, Fang Qingyun.
Fang Qingyun raised his brows, and said stiffly, "It's okay. If Yunzhou City is destroyed, the Lotus Temple will not be spared. The old guy will not be so stupid that he doesn't even understand this."
"But... but now?"
"But now I am waiting for a heavy loss. If we continue to hold on, within half an hour, the entire Yunzhou City guards will be wiped out."
The soldier kneeling inside said eagerly.
Fang Qingyun heard the words, a cold glow burst into his eyes, and sneered: "Shoot the man first, shoot the horse, catch the thief first, catch the king."
"When I kill this witch, the crisis in Wonju City will be resolved in no time!"
After speaking, Fang Qingyun stood up outside Yunzhou City with the mighty power of the world.
"Blood Sect Master, would you like to fight with me."
The sound resounded beyond the clouds, and with the blessing of spiritual power, it was like thunder and deafening.
If there is a half chance, Fang Qingyun would definitely not fight against this legendary demon.
However, now the guards of Yunzhou City have no one in ten.
If you continue, neither side will get any benefits.
Even if the Lotus Temple comes here, it can kill tens of thousands of people at the Blood Sword Sect.
However, his confidants have long been destined to return to Huangquan.