The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 92: A moment of life and death, a chilling warmth
"Kill..."

"Ugh..."

"Bang bang bang..."

In front of the Meridian Gate, the ground was stained with blood and corpses were piled up like mountains.

The bluestone ground in front of the Meridian Gate was dyed red with blood. Broken flesh and body parts could be seen everywhere. The extremely bloody battlefield was filled with a strong smell of death.

Above the city walls, clouds of smoke rose.

Elite musketeers stood upright, manipulating their muskets constantly and shooting nervously at the suffocating ghostly figure under the city wall.

Swords and spears were everywhere, bullets were flying across the sky, cold light was flashing, and the offensive was like a pouring galaxy, endless.

Heads were moving around, the sound of killing was deafening, and the screams were endless.

Wang Yi's eyes were focused, his hands tightly gripping a standard silver spear, like an undefeated god of war, calmly responding to the siege from all sides.

He pulled the muscles all over his body, bursting with tremendous strength. The spear in his hand turned into thousands of silver dragons, which swept away the enemy's weapons and the bullets that flew across the sky. At the same time, he accurately bit the throat, heart and other vital points of the surrounding enemies. Every move was a fatal blow, and he showed no mercy.

At this point in the battle, he had inevitably been hit by the enemy at the risk of his life, and his robe had been torn. Through the holes in the robe, one could see plum-shaped red marks on his jade-white skin, as well as white marks left by swords and guns.

With his current physical body, his skin is as hard as iron, and coupled with the mysterious power of source energy, the enemy's attacks are almost unable to penetrate his defense.

In other words, the musket balls were somewhat threatening, but he took one step and was ten steps away. His speed was so fast that the musketeers on the city wall could not catch up with him at all. Even if he was hit occasionally, it would not cause much damage to him.

Although he only has Dan Jin strength at this time, his actual combat power is close to that of an orthodox Gang Jin master. In this era, he is already invincible.

Boom boom boom...

At this moment, thunder roared on the city wall, and in the smoke, sixteen black shells covered Wang Yi's back, without caring about the lives of the officers and soldiers around him.

Wang Yi's heart trembled and he turned around instinctively. Looking at the sixteen shells so close to him, the hairs on his body stood up and his long black hair exploded as if he had been electrocuted.

That's too late!

This was the only thought left in his mind.

Sixteen shells have completely blocked the space around him. No matter how he dodges, he will be hit by at least two shells!
The long-lost crisis of death emerged in his mind, and Wang Yi's soul became completely calm.

"Ha!" The sound of "Ha" was like thunder. His muscles bulged and the blue veins on his body turned over like a dragon. His spine twisted like a dragon, pulling the tendons, bones and membranes of his entire body, gathering all his strength at his feet.

The bluestone bricks under his feet exploded with a loud bang. With great force, he moved three meters to the right and avoided the two most deadly shells.

He quickly stretched out his left hand and performed the Tai Chi Cloud Hand, flicking and flicking, pushing the shell in the air in front of his chest to the side.

The muscles in his body instantly tensed, his spine twisted, and he thrust out the spear with his right hand tightly. The spear turned into silver lightning, tearing the air in front of him, and came to the bottom of the shell and gently lifted it. The flight trajectory of the shell was forced to rise five inches, passing quickly over his head, and flew to the top of the officers and soldiers behind him and exploded.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Ah ah ah..."

None of the sixteen shells hit Wang Yi. All of them passed by him and shot into the military formation behind him.

The roar of the explosion was deafening, and the smoke and dust quickly filled the air. Screams and exclamations were heard one after another. In just a few breaths, hundreds of officers and soldiers were knocked to the ground by the power of the explosion. Under the storm of shrapnel, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and broken limbs flew everywhere. The scene was like a hell.

"Scrappy bomb." Wang Yi looked at the tragic scene around him, his eyes fixed, and he took the opportunity to jump out of the encirclement. His body was erratic, and he quickly leaped towards the city wall.

With his current physical strength and the mysterious power of his energy, he could withstand the frontal attack of the musket. But he could not withstand the frontal attack of the cannon, especially the powerful weapon like the shrapnel. His current physical body would be unable to resist it, and the result of being hit head-on would be death.

If it weren't for the telepathy and the instinctive reaction, I would have been in trouble this time.

He still underestimated the cruelty of those in power. Even if he had not been able to escape, the nearly 500 officers and soldiers who besieged him would have been buried in the sea of ​​fire.

The elite musketeers on the city wall were so shocked that they could not recover for a long time. Looking at the tragic scene on the battlefield and the ghostly figure approaching quickly, they were filled with a sense of powerlessness and fear.

"General... General... is that man a ghost or a god..." The deputy general's face was pale. He was deeply frightened by the enemy's strength. His body couldn't stop shaking slightly.

The majestic general in front of the deputy general looked at Wang Yi who was leaping towards him quickly and said with displeasure: "Ghosts and gods? Why are you talking nonsense in broad daylight? They are just warriors with extraordinary strength. As long as the plan is proper, it is not difficult to kill them. It's a pity that we finally found a good opportunity..."

"General...General, aren't we going to escape?" The deputy general asked with a trembling voice, his eyes wide open as he looked at Wang Yi who was getting closer and closer.

"Escape?" The majestic general sneered, "With the speed of the enemy, where can we escape to? Even if we escape with our lives, if this person enters the palace and makes a scene, how many of us in your clan will survive?"

"Stay at your post, and even if you die, you can still bring some blessings to your family. If you don't care about your family, just run away on your own. I won't stop you."

At this point, a hint of warmth appeared on his stiff face, and he hummed a ballad softly: "The moon is round... shining on the nine provinces, some families are happy... some are sad. Thousands of miles away from home... my heart remains the same, I miss my family... tears flow..." Although the voice was rough, it sounded extremely gentle, and the longing in it was moving.

The deputy general looked at the general who was humming the ballad, lowered his head with a complicated expression, and his trembling body returned to normal, and he began to hum along quietly.

Seeing this, the officers and soldiers around looked at the majestic general with complicated eyes. While they admired him, they couldn't help but miss their family. The fear in their hearts slowly dissipated, and they also hummed along:

"The crescent moon shines over the nine provinces, some are happy while others are sad. Thousands of miles away from home, my heart remains the same, and I miss my little family with tears streaming down my face..."

The minor tune is gentle, full of longing for the old and young at home, bringing a bit of warmth and warmth to this solemn battlefield.

Wang Yi leaped forward step by step, quickly approaching the city wall. Every time he leaped forward, it seemed as if the earth was shaking, and he drew thrilling arcs on the battlefield. Every time he landed, dozens of enemies screamed and fell to the ground, and blood stained the silver spear in his hand red.

"Kill!" Wang Yi shouted angrily, his voice like thunder, and the roar echoed over the battlefield. His figure flashed, his feet stepped on the wall, and with the force of the leap, he jumped onto the wall, and the spear in his hand stabbed straight into the throat of a musketeer.

(End of this chapter)