Zhou Qingfeng exhaled into a mist, his eyes shot cold light, his wild posture overflowed with boundlessness. There was a violent gasp under his iron mask, and the bloody armor was ripped into strands, but it did not damage the slightest demeanor, on the contrary, it became more majestic.
'War trampled' is really the best skill for battle. As long as you keep killing the enemy, your skills can continue and be strengthened. The hegemony state makes the number advantage of the miscellaneous soldiers even more meaningless, and it is impossible to break the defense at all.
Just rushing all the way and killing all the way, the aristocratic group of Cold Wind City was dumbfounded.
Ghosts cried and howled wolves on the street, and countless servants ran around in panic. Those mindless guys lost the command of the masters and screamed like a bunch of jumping harlequins.
Aristocratic knights are not immune. Not only did the number advantage fail to bring any benefits, it also hindered their actions everywhere. Their horses were frightened by the impact, neighing and jumping wildly.
Many people were thrown off their horses, and those on horseback had to hold the reins desperately. They were trying to regroup, but they either encountered hot lava or were blocked by slaves running around.
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the street he had just pierced through, and Old Long Legs was sprinting towards him alone. The latter is horrified, extremely fast, and seems to be possessed by some evil demon.
But apart from the old long legs, no one on the side of the nobles can hold on to the scene.
Kelly rushed into the enemy with a long whip. Adrian's magic flute stirred his opponents dizzy. Narrally turned into a giant bear, and Luke shot a cold arrow in the back. Twenty guards lined up and rushed into the streets likewise.
The nobles of Coldwind City in the Hedgehog Group had no effective command. Most people can only see the chaos in the first ten meters of their own, and there is a serious lack of overall planning and coordination capabilities. Even the infantry guards armed with spears can be formed locally, attacking them more and less, attacking them.
Columfell Long Legs, the city owner of the Northland Cold Wind City, he seemed to have drawn a good hand, but was easily defeated by Zhou Qingfeng's strong attack. At this moment, he was the only one with fighting spirit and still refused to give up. He has rushed forward, leaping into the air...
Justen and Mondino stopped in front of Old Long's leg. The plague priest held up the holy emblem, whispered Talona's holy name, and a green light hit the target, "Curse-Weakness."
The shadow on the body of the old long legs suddenly became a shield to protect him from magical damage. But the necromancer on the other side sneered, and a tall Balrog skeleton jumped out of thin air while the wand was waving.
The flame demon's skeleton roared silently, and at the same time its ribs rushed on all four arms as a grapple. Amid the roar, the shadow outside the old long legs was strongly suppressed, gathering and shaking. Forcing the latter to raise the golden knife in his hand and slam it.
The golden light of the knife exploded a group of strong sacred power, which was obviously a high-level magic weapon designed to restrain demons. But the golden light lit up, and the shadow protecting the old long legs screamed first, followed by the Balrog skeleton that came forward to grapple.
The golden light has a strong evil-breaking attribute, Mondino and Justen both felt a great threat and immediately retreated. The shadow that bears the brunt directly escaped from the body of the old long legs.
The golden light is also driven to continue to expand. When Mondino saw that the situation was not right, he immediately forced the precious Balrog skeleton to make a big move-burn his body and explode!
The flame demon turned into a dead spirit roared, trying to resist this complete destruction. But after it was wounded, it couldn't refuse the command from the controller. It could only hold the old long legs and the horse with its arms around, then jumped up and exploded!
Thunder blasted from the ground, and intense light and heat invaded in an instant. People nearby must close their eyes or they will be temporarily blinded. The huge energy turned into a heat flow and spread violently to the surroundings, becoming an absolute killing range within ten meters.
Zhou Qingfeng had to turn his head and close his eyes to avoid the power of this Balrog's ultimate ultimate. 'Jiying' even drew a negative energy shield to resist the violent impact of'Burning Body'.
The shock wave lasted 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 Shengguang Network, otherwise people will be worried that they have hung up.
Waiting for the flame to disappear gradually, a big pit appeared at the scene where the body burned. Thirty meters around the big pit was full of mud from the explosion, and roadside buildings that collapsed and collapsed. And in the middle of the big pit, there are old long legs with blood all over the body.
The old guy's horse was gone, his body was floating, his head was drooping. The shadow that drove him to move and change positions before disappeared. It is estimated that it was some special demon, but it was completely purified in the explosion.
The old long-legged body was protected by a golden ball of light, seemingly safe and sound. But he was angry with his crown, his chest was stained with blood, and his armor was broken. Most of the golden knife in his hand was missing, and the remaining part was also cracked and gradually disappeared like a powder.
"What a good sacred weapon, it must have a background. It was destroyed like this, what a pity." Zhou Qingfeng sighed at the inability to capture the knife. He didn't suffer any injuries, so he sat still on horseback.
The corners of the old long-legged mouth were bleeding, and he still yelled angrily: "This is my grandfather's sword, specially designed to kill demons like you." He yelled and accelerated forward, even holding a broken knife.
"Go away." Zhou Qingfeng yelled low, and at the same time raised his hand to add a'extreme effect. In the loud sound, the old long legs who rushed were forcibly held for half a second, and were sturdily tortured by the sonic spear.
Wow, the old long legs stopped his footsteps, and he vomited a big mouthful of blood-the Balrog is the top class of the abyss. How could it be possible that there was nothing wrong with it
In fact, this violent explosion scared everyone in the city into a horror. The remaining nobles were no longer wary and they just wanted to escape quickly.
The hungry people who started the riots were scared to death, and then their confidence multiplied. The Holy Light Network directly sent a message to eliminate the doubts of the hungry people. The nobles who were about to die were the nobles who were about to be bombed.
Cheers surged across the city like a tide.
The vigor of the old long legs vented, the golden knife in his hand dissipated faster, the blade had disappeared, and only the hilt was left. He stared blankly at the golden knife in his hand as a symbol of family heritage, then looked up at Zhou Qingfeng...
"Victor Hugo, why do you not recognize the nobility at all? Why do you want to destroy us?"
Zhou Qingfeng shrugged, "You emphasize blood lineage, contempt common people, and try to be aloof and enjoy power and wealth forever. Do you think you are aristocrats? It's ridiculous. The aristocracy in my mind is not like that.
The nobility should represent the development requirements of advanced productive forces, the forward direction of advanced culture, and the fundamental interests of the overwhelming majority of the people. I wonder if I can't do the above three points, so I never consider myself a nobleman. "
Zhou Qingfeng suddenly lowered his head and said to himself: "Um..., my political ability is really advancing by leaps and bounds." He looked up again, sneered: "Forget it, you don't understand it anyway. Your soul I can't hold it anymore, just dissipate."
The old long legs lowered his head again, and the hilt of the golden sword had also disappeared. He only smiled bitterly: "I'm free, and I don't have to worry about the mundane and trivial things in the world. And you..."
The tone was suddenly bitter.
"Victor Hugo, your troubles have just begun."