Lord of the Desert

Chapter 176
The city was silent for a moment.

Even the wind blowing over the wall was very low-key, not daring to shout at all.

A soldier turned around and wanted to go down the city, but was stopped by a loud shout from the tower.

"what are you doing?"

Liao Zhenghao confidently supported him, jumped down a drop of more than ten meters, and strode towards this person with big strides.

"Master Guard, I am not trying to escape!"

The soldiers explained in a panic.

"I will come back, I am not afraid of death, I just want to go back and let my family..."

Before he could speak, he was decapitated by a knife.

Liao Zhenghao kicked the corpse down the ditch and shouted orders.

"Military judge, draw your sword!"

"Anyone who descends into the city without orders will be beheaded!"

The voice spread out, followed by the sound of drawing a knife.

Liao Zhenghao continued to patrol the city, seeing that the morale was hard to recover, he hesitated for a while and gave another order.

"All military lords, issue the ghost king."

There was a commotion up and down the city wall, but it quickly calmed down.

Hong Fan was condescending, watching the officers hand out gray pills to the frontline soldiers.

He had heard of the "Ghost King".

This is a weakened version of the "Black Yasha" used by Haifei back then. It doesn't have the effect of being absolutely calm and ignoring pain, but it can make people excited and violent, and also overdraw their physical strength.

Its cost is much lower than that of the Black Yaksha, and those who have used it have at least one serious illness, at least ten years of life lost.

The soldiers silently carried the pills in their bosoms, only a few conceited and fearless shook their heads and refused.

Such drugs are relatively popular in the Dahua military, and they are no strangers to them.

There are warriors everywhere in this world, and the difference in cultivation level is two big levels, and the difference in combat power is like that of an adult and a child.

Without external forces to strengthen the will, even if the army has specialized equipment and numerical advantages, it will be difficult to maintain morale in front of the strong.

Three miles away, the snake man seemed to be doing the same thing.

Thousands of snake people went up to the altar in turn, and leaned over to drink in the pool of blood.

Hong Fan withdrew his gaze, put on his pocket-handle silently, and heard someone talking under the city.

"Master Jun, how many pills are there?"

It was an old man who spoke.

The sound was not loud, but it was especially clear because of the silence in the city.

"How much does it cost, give me one piece."

The old man asked a military marquis.

He was as thin as iron, without any armor, just wearing an old cotton jacket, with a copper cigarette rod stuck on his waist, and he smelled like fermented soybeans all over his body.

It looked nothing unusual, except that the hatchet in his hand was sharply sharpened.

The Marquis looked at him, but didn't reply, he just stuffed a ghost king into his hand.

"Mr. Jun, thank you very much."

The old man took the pills and put them in his pocket, and went to the city with a knife.

More people crowded around the city, dressed in commoner clothes and carrying rakes and sickles, followed suit.

The remaining ghost kings were quickly taken away.

The manpower at the head of the city was actually abundant.

At the same time, the blood in the altar was also drained by the snake man.

Chilin stood facing south, screaming.

The army began to move forward.

Most of the snake people have lost their shields and weapons, leaving only minions.

But their enthusiasm is far greater than yesterday.

The snake man galloped hundreds of meters away.

The sound of vibrating strings resounded, and arrows rained out.

When the enemy came to the city, many soldiers who had not recovered their physical strength subdued King Guiming.

At this point in the current situation, the snake man no longer felt the need to command.

Broken Fang approached first, followed by Red Scale.

The latter jumped [-] meters, and every time he landed, the ground was cracked.

However, after a few takeoffs and landings, they were already close to the city wall.

Facing the wall, Hong Jian sighed.

"Unfortunately, there is no holiday..."

He pressed his hands on the city wall, his eyes focused on Chilin.

The aura of heaven and earth rioted in an instant.

There was obviously no sound, but the martial arts masters present clearly heard the majestic storm.

Hong Fan felt the surrounding currents surging, looked up, and saw the sky spinning and sinking in a daze, turning into a funnel-shaped vortex.

Like the collapse of the sky, like a volcano hanging upside down.

The indescribable fire hurt Hong Fan's eyes, but everything that was happening was clearly reflected in the spiritual sense.

The heavenly amount of fire spirit energy gathers and is then absorbed by a single individual.

Hong Jian's five fingers were red hot, melting the city bricks.

Then, the whole person rose slowly.

The coat burns without fire, and the iron armor melts into golden water.

The red hot molten iron flowed down, crossed the part of his left chest, and even evaporated at a high speed.

"You, Yuanci?"

Chilin asked a question from afar, speaking in human language.

His voice was sharp and distorted, like a babbling baby with a smoky voice.

Hong Jian shook his head.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, burning the skin under his jaw.

【time is limited. 】

Hong Jian's thoughts flashed, and his figure was no longer in place.

A twisted passage was left in the air, and the anger spread out in panic.

A hundred meters away, Chi Lin stretched out his five fingers and locked the incoming punch.

Huo Jin crossed due to collision.

The snake man's soft scales turned up, and under the steaming water vapor, there were blisters all over.

The punch was missed, but the Yuanci version of the "seven-step cage" was causing damage all the time.

"You, stronger than fire."

Chi Lin said, the long tail entangled Hong Jian, and threw him into the city wall with unparalleled strength.

The five-foot-high wall was shaken by thunder and collapsed several meters deep.

The smoke and dust exploded in a cone shape, and before it dispersed, the snake man chased and crashed into it.

The sharp claws penetrated the rammed earth, and the tentacles were empty.

Chilin couldn't dodge in time, and was knocked away by the heavy shoulders of the opponent rushing from the side, and rolled along the trench like a cannonball, crushing countless wooden thorns and flying many snakemen.

Hong Jian hovered in the air, his beard and hair all turned orange red.

There are no pupils in his eyes, only a blazing glow.

As soon as he charged up his energy, he let out a flaming roar, blasting down tens of feet away.

The innate fire energy spread out, steaming the snake people within a ten-meter radius into mummified corpses.

The ground exploded, obscuring vision.

A short spear came out of the dust and smoke, and reached Hong Jian's chest in the blink of an eye.

He didn't have time to dodge, and hit Yanliu with his backhand.

The high-temperature fire was destructive, melting the iron into water, and smashed into sparks in Hong Jian's chest.

Before these golden star points were annihilated, the majestic body that followed also soared into the air.

Chilin screamed loudly, pressed Hong Jian's face with his giant palm, and pressed it back to the ground.

It only took a very short time to leave, and the burns on its body have already healed more than half.

The smoke rose violently and traveled hundreds of meters in an instant, resembling an earth dragon.

The two Yuan magnetic-level combat forces were far away from the city wall.

But the same brutal battles are still taking place everywhere.

Hong Fan's steel sword shattered the enemy's head.

Then he simply jumped out of the wall, held up a snake's tail in each of his left and right hands, and whipped his flesh and blood flying with two five-meter-long snake whips.

Yang Yingxun chopped off the third saber in two days, and watched with his own eyes the junior brother who had subdued King Guiming fall to the top of the wall.

He finally pulled out the Xuanguang that was carried behind his back.

The price of the knife is 40 taels, which ranks as the fourth grade. He cherishes it like his life, and he was not willing to use it in battle.

But it doesn't matter now.

Broken Tooth is one against five, with a small advantage.

Shi Yuanwei tried his best to use a mouthful of innate spiritual energy to perform magical movements three times in a row, leaving two piercing wounds on its body.

The only true energy he had was exhausted, and his combat power immediately fell to its peak.

This allows the long-suffering snake people to seize the opportunity.

Broken Tooth blasted out its sharp claws, covering its head.

Shi Yuanwei gritted his teeth and wanted to stab out the last sword, but was stopped behind by a burly figure.

Liao Zhenghao yelled and propped up his arms, the steel cloak and limbs were blown off in one fell swoop.

The broken arm fell, and the defender kicked him out, hitting Broken Tooth's door.

Flesh and flesh splattered, and blood smeared his face.

Liao Zhenghao slashed Cliff Palm with his remaining left hand.

Cliff Kungfu is a martial art in the battle formation, which emphasizes hard attack and hard advance. The more forcefully you resist the opponent's offensive, the greater the power of the subsequent counterattack with strength.

His palm is stimulated by the innate earth spirit energy, and at the cost of his right arm, it has the level of innate two or three combinations.

The broken teeth hit the palm, and a small piece of belly scale was smashed, and he was beaten to the city again.

Liao Zhenghao was panting heavily, his left arm was numb, he caught a glimpse of a hexagonal hammer lying on the ground out of the corner of his eye, bent down to pick it up but found nothing.

Only then did he realize that he was forever missing a hand.

(End of this chapter)