The Strongest Martial Spirit of Infinite Upgrade

The three-story ship barn is where Wushio Xiong is located.

Although they rushed through the first and second floors, the elite Witch Guards who were killed by Chu Yan had fewer than 50 people.

In other words, in the third storey, there are at least 150 guards guarding against death.

If you rush up, even Chu Yan will face the overwhelming attacks of overwhelming attacks. No matter how fast your body moves, no difference and no dead ends, it will be a dead end.

Moreover, there is no doubt at all. On the current three-story deck, the staircase entrance from the second floor has at least dozens of witches, who are guarded by swords, waiting for Chu Yan to send them to death.

"What are you doing !?"

Wu Shixiong in the three-storey shiphouse couldn't stand the deadly wait, and finally broke out, roaring loudly

"Rush me down and kill him! Kill the demon! Don't let him show up, never let him show up!"

The roar of Wu Shixiong made all the witches and guards in the audience change their faces at the same time, and turned to look at the Golden Gun Emperor Tito.

"One squad, two squads and three squads, go down and kill him!"

After a long silence, Tito finally calmed his face and ordered.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The three captains took their orders, each with their own team, carefully walking towards the stairs leading to the second storey.

Originally, according to Tito ’s ideas, he was naturally unwilling to disperse his forces. However, in the face of clan elders whose emotions were close to violent state, Tito did not dare to rebel.

Three teams, a total of one hundred elite witches, disappeared under the stairs.

Tito saw it clearly. At that time, the number of soldiers who rushed through the cracks in the spiritual array was about ten.

Sending a hundred of my elite witch warriors and beheading ten warriors of the clan races is simply not easy.

Even if it is a team of Terran warriors, their combat power is stronger than that of ordinary Terran warriors. Ten times the military force, no matter how much, it is enough!

However, things did not seem to have developed as Tito expected.

Soon, a loud blast and various fighting sounds passed through the staircase from the second-floor bunker to the third-floor, and Tito heard these sounds, and their expressions became more tense.

Then, less than fifty minutes later, the screams came .....

And then, the entire second-floor shiphouse was silent, and no sound came .....

At this moment, all the shaman's eyes on the third floor became extremely dignified, staring straight up at the entrance of the stairs, and all the minds of them were extremely nervous.

In the third-floor warehouse, Wu Shixiong quietly poked out his head and looked through the window nervously towards the entrance of the staircase that was almost stunned by everyone.

"Clan ... Clan old, are we going to die !?"

Beside Wu Shixiong, the slender and beautiful Wu clan beauty had a pale face, and her eyes softly whispered.

"What !? Damn !? No ....! Impossible!"

Hearing the words of the witch beauties, the originally worrisome Wu Shixiong suddenly had an excitement all over him, involuntarily fought a cold war, and suddenly turned to look at the witch beauties, full of panic and trembling.

"No! We will never die! Soon, the army of Wumosa will arrive, kill all these human flesh, and we will be saved!"

However, after hearing the words of Wu Shixiong, the witch beauty did not seem to have any response, just shook her head continuously, saying

"Are we going to die !? Are we ... going to die !?"

"Why ?! Why die !?"

"If ..... if we do n’t come to this tribal kingdom, there will be no racial wars. We treat the tribe this way, and now it is their revenge, so we will all die!"

"Why !? Why is there a racial war, why do we witches invade human races, do we have to fight !? Why ca n’t we get along well !?"

"I ... I miss it, the beautiful sea of ​​red flowers on Wuhai Pingyuan! Now, maybe they are blooming ..."

A pair of snake pupils of the witch beauty condensed into needles, and raised their heads slightly, as if caught in endless memories and thoughts.

This look fell into Wu Shixiong's eyes, and suddenly his face suddenly stunned.

"To shut up!"

Immediately, a cruel and bloodthirsty dark face emerged from Wu Shixiong's face, yelling at the beautiful Wu tribe.

"You, a woman, know how to fart! This is jihad! It is about our witches, whether it can become the supreme glorious jihad of the ten-party star domain!"

"All races are lowly. Only we witches are the most noble races. Therefore, those lowly races do not deserve to have such a rich world of the kingdom of God. All these should belong to us, the witches!"

With repeated rants and emotional outbursts, Wu Shixiong almost exerted his whole body's strength and howled at the already sluggish Witch beauty.

His eyes were red, his whole head was crazy, he had been completely brainwashed, and he could not be regarded as a normal person at all.

"Master ... Master, I was wrong!"

The witch beauty, who was awakened, stared at the crazy Wu Shixiong, frightened, and knelt down on the ground, asking for mercy.

Seeing the witch beauties crying and pitying, even the wicked Wu Shixiong gradually calmed down.

"Forget it! In the future, you must remember that as a noble witch, you must be holy ..."

boom!

Wu Shixiong's words didn't speak at all, and he was directly interrupted by an explosive sound.

Suddenly, he turned his head and saw, outside the warehouse, the stairs on the second floor leading to the third floor, a wave of weather waves, stood up, and rushed wildly in all directions.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

Even Wu Shixiong, who was cultivated as a weak man, could clearly see that in the thick air waves, all the figures flew past, and flew towards the witch elites who were tight in the surroundings.

what! ?

Those human races are not dead! ?

Not only Wu Shixiong, including all the witch elites on the three decks, were shocked by the sudden scene in front of them, and they were afraid to miss it. This is true! ?

However, in the battle between life and death, such a short absence is enough to be fatal!

And Chu Yan has used this countless precisely ...

Since fighting with the wicked elites of this golden ship, Chu Yan has discovered these wickeds, and the actual combat experience is extremely scarce.

In some unexpected situations, the response is often slow, and this is the only opportunity for Chu Yan to launch this raid on the three decks.

Having just fought on the second floor, Chu Yan simply set up the traps, waiting for the three teams to be wicked and elite.

With mental calculations and no blood, one hundred witches were killed in less than fifty breaths!

Although Chu Yan also lost almost half of the soldiers at the cost, but ... it's worth it!

The seven Nine Emperor soldiers rushed to the three decks, all with blood-stained eyes, shaped like fierce beasts, roaring and waving spirit soldiers, and flung to the stagnant witch elites without fear.

Chu Yan was the first to take the lead, and the five witches guarding the staircase with their swords in their hands. Without seeing Chu Yan's figure at all, they were headshot by a sword and turned into a dead body.

When Chu Yan took seven Nine Emperor soldiers ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to launch a deadly charge on the three decks, the mutation suddenly broke out!

Boom .... Rumble!

The whole building boat shook suddenly, and the defensive spirit array shrouded outside the golden building boat burst open and completely collapsed.

On the river, a large number of Terran Nine Emperor soldiers, armed with spiritual soldiers, like the Nu River, launched a charge from all directions towards the golden building.

It took Situ Yang nearly half an hour to finally break the defensive spirit formation of the golden building ship. All the anxiously waiting Nine Emperor soldiers launched the final charge.

"Rush! Kill!"

"Kill these witches!"

"Protect the Lord! Kill ..."

"..."

In the roar of the sky, dozens of witches standing on the third deck, including the eyes of Wu Shixiong in the third storey, showed a touch of despair.