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Seeing his subordinates being killed one by one like being mowed, the leading warrior of the guard was completely lost.

Why, why, how could, shouldn't...

The consumption of one round of bombardment is worth one round trip of Fazhou, and one round should be the limit, why is there a second round...

The leader of the guards was puzzled.

Zhang Ping didn't understand what he was thinking. If Zhang Ping could know what he was thinking, he would probably mock him contemptuously:
"Sorry, you can do whatever you want with money."

As the top rich second generation in Midtown, Pan Shi is too embarrassed to go out without a thousand high-level spirit stones on him.

The arrogance of paving the way with spirit stones at home made them not regard spirit stones as precious materials at all.

Pan Shi left Midtown this time and stepped into an unfamiliar territory. His father, the old man who looked older than Pan Shi's grandfather, Pan Feipeng, the head of the Pan family, did not want his children to eat chaff and swallow vegetables in strange places. , or the inspiration came and there was no money to develop it, so the whole Pan family gathered their strength and developed a magic weapon for folding space.

Under this magic weapon, space storage rings can store each other.

Commonly known as nesting dolls.

A storage ring full of high-level spirit stones can be stored in another space storage ring, and it only takes up the space of one ring.

A small one, about one-fifth the size of a spirit stone.

On Pan Shi's hand, he wore a storage ring.

One for each finger.

A thousand stacked storage rings are stuffed into each storage ring.

The other members of the Pan family each had two rings, just like Pan Shi, the head of Shaoshao Patriarch, with a thousand rings stacked inside.

If you want to talk about what has the most things now, Pan Shi may tell you that it is a high-level spirit stone.

Just like no one in Midtown knows how rich the Pan family is, the leading guard in the upper city across the street would never have imagined that there would be someone on this dharma boat with a space storage ring stuffed with high-level spirit stones, and someone with Thousands.

Pan Shi gave an order, and the Pan family members dumped the wooden barrels containing high-grade spirit stones into the power furnace for free, just like taking out garbage.

After the second round of spirit stone bombardment, none of the guard warriors could appear in front of Zhang Ping alive.

The leading warrior of the guard looked at the bloody hell in front of him as if he had lost his soul.

I don't know how long it has been since this happened.

The last time blood was shed in the upper city was nearly [-] years ago, the person who secretly hid the magic weapon of the upper city lord, and was then bestowed with death energy and exiled to the lower levels.

The leading warrior of the guards remembered that it was a female disciple of a supreme institution, like one of his junior sisters.

It was also here at the gate of the upper city. At that time, the leading warrior of the guard was just an ordinary guard.

He remembered that female disciple killed many people here, and then chased after Liang Jian, the eldest son of the city lord, without hesitation.

But at that time, only a few people were killed.

That female disciple was very talented and her martial arts were also very good, but she only killed a dozen ordinary guards.

But now, the dharma boat in front of him is only two rounds of spirit stone cannons, and all the guards here are gone.

And it's all because the guards obeyed his wrong instructions, removed the defensive formation and spiritual shield, and met the attack of those spirit stone artillery with their bodies.

It was because of the wrong judgment of the leading warrior of the guard and his self-righteous thoughts.

It was his dissatisfaction with people like Steward Wang deep in his heart.

Until now, he still thinks that the steward Wang got down the spirit stone at this time.

"Damn it!"

The leading warrior of the guards turned around and asked for help. There was still about an incense stick before guards from other places would come here.

But the time for a stick of incense couldn't last.

The leading guard warrior couldn't rebuild the defensive formation alone, and he didn't have any subordinates to help him activate the spiritual shield.

He is responsible for this blame.

The Fazhou paused for a long time, and then bursts of blue light lit up at the front ends of the black gun barrels.

The blue light that belongs to spiritual power.

It was the third round of Lingshi bombardment!

"Damn, why are there!"

The leader of the guards was shocked, and then showed a wry smile.

"That's good, at least one shot, no pain."

The leading warrior of the guards rose slowly and flew towards the Dharma boat.

Because of his wrong decision, Shangcheng lost many troops in this wave of offensive.

The loss of these formations and the casualties of human life are nothing.

But the leader of the guards knew that he had to die.

Because the face of Shangcheng has been left behind.

Human life and money, everything is a small problem, only face is a big problem.

The respected status of Shangcheng for tens of thousands of years has now been shattered by these two rounds of shelling, and the leader of the guards, as the direct person in charge, has been completely blamed.

However, the leader of the guards, like the ancient martial artist who chose to stay in the sect, felt that it would be better to die now.

I'm going to die anyway, this is a matter of one shot, I'm afraid I won't stop if I'm held accountable by Shangcheng unless I'm drained by the soul search Dafa.

As the leader of the guard, as a violent department, he has experienced countless cases like this, so he is naturally very clear about this kind of thing.

The Pan family activated the third round of spiritual power artillery, and the blue light on the barrel became brighter and brighter.

"Come on!" The leading warrior of the guard shouted, and shot towards the blue light.

rumbling...

The leading warrior of the guard turned into a pool of blood and melted into the dust.

Zhang Ping sat on the dharma boat without moving.

Using spiritual power to sweep down with Qingyuan Shenzhan, it was confirmed that there was no one alive.

Zhang Ping stood up expressionlessly.

It wasn't that he was bloodthirsty, but if he didn't do anything, he might be rushed up by those guard warriors, and a lot of people on this Dharma boat would die.

Right now, after the three rounds of bombardment at my place, the white and clean, elegant and noble city gate is stained with blood red.

The purgatory-like scene made the sect master and disciples feel very uncomfortable.Including Pan Shi and his Pan family members.

However, Zhang Ping and the team leaders of the Exorcist Department remained expressionless.

His face was calm.

Everyone looked at them with fear in their eyes.

"What have they experienced, why are they so calm..."

The disciples and even the suzerain all had this idea in their hearts.

Invisibly, the awe of them is even higher, including the team leaders whose cultivation level is not as good as theirs,
"This is war..."

Lei Ming said in a deep voice.

"That's right, a war between you and me."

Zhang Ping turned his head to look at Pan Shi. Pan Shi's expression was obviously not very good. When he saw Zhang Ping slashing over, he tried his best to maintain a calm expression.

"Pan Shi, if someone rushes to your Pan family with a knife and slaughters all the unarmed ordinary people in your Pan family, including your father, what will you do?"

Hearing this sentence, Pan Shi was taken aback.

Such a scene flashed in random mind, Pan Shi's eyes turned red, and his face became ferocious.

"Kill them!"

Zhang Ping nodded, "This is what we are doing now."

Pan Shi's ferocious expression disappeared instantly, and he looked at Zhang Ping in a daze.

Zhang Ping turned his gaze to the crimson purgatory.

"For warriors like them, we are unarmed ordinary people."

"Desolate Ancient Realm vs. Bacheng Realm, we don't even need to make a move, just a light look can make us lose all combat power."

"Our sects can still resist here, but there are only a handful of warriors who have truly reached the ancient realm."

"What if they kill all the people here and continue down?"

Pan Shi's complexion changed, and at the same time, the team leaders of the Exorcist Department also changed.

"Senior Wu Hui knew that he was out of control, and he would slaughter the entire city. In order to resist that situation, he forcibly used his willpower to control himself for ten thousand years."

"An ancient desolate land can kill all the people in Zhongcheng, what if a group?"

Zhang Ping's tone was calm, but the coldness and iciness in it made everyone shudder.

"In order to prevent the development of Zongmen and Zhongcheng, Shangcheng set up a light curtain, and used the secret realm once every ten years to draw blood from Zongmen, so that their strength will be cut off."

"They don't care if you're alive or dead..."

The topic of life and death finally made them realize the seriousness of the problem.

This is not a martial arts competition, nor is it a martial arts competition.

This is war.

It is a war that needs to be filled with death, life and blood.

Pan Shi and the others finally came to their senses, and looked at the tragic gate of the city again, no longer feeling nauseated.

The same goes for the master and disciples of the sect.

If nothing is done, according to the suppression every ten years by the upper city and the forced internal fighting among the sects, after many years, the sect may really perish in the endless internal friction.

Now that you have decided to fight and fight, you must be prepared to face blood.

"I understand, Zhang Ping, you give the order!"

Lin Shuhan and the suzerain of the Ax sect took the lead and followed closely.

Zhang Ping looked at the two, and there was more determination in their eyes than before.

"The person who came is a hero from the sect!"

Suddenly, there was an unexpected cry from inside the city gate.

Zhang Ping and the others turned their heads to look, and saw a warrior dressed in a short outfit that was so simple that he didn't look like a man from the upper city was floating in the air, looking here with a smile.

The smile on his face was very sincere and sincere, as if he was welcoming a friend he hadn't seen for many years.

He seemed to be unable to see the bloody purgatory below.

"Smile at Xiasun, who is the hero opposite?"

"interesting."

Looking at this scene, Zhang Ping laughed, stepped on the front of Fazhou, and responded with a smile to Sun:
"Exorcist, Zhang Ping!"

Lin Shuhan and the disciples of the Sword Sect turned their heads to look.

Lin Shuhan's eyes were complicated, and he opened his mouth a few times, but he still didn't say anything after all.

"This son is definitely not something in the pool. It seems that the treatment given by your sword sect is not good enough."

The master of Ax Sect suppressed a smile, gloating at Lin Shuhan's misfortune.

Lin Shuhan looked at him angrily, but when the Ax Sect Master turned around, he revealed the magic ax that Zhang Ping had given him.

Lin Shuhan felt even more uncomfortable.

"What hatred, what resentment..."