At this time, Zhuque Street was shining like stars.

The formation pattern is like an ancient totem, imprinted on the body of the Leize clan giant who pulls the chariot for the gods of Hongmeng Heaven.

This is a carefully laid trap.

Now the prey has arrived, the hunters are in place, and the audience is present.

It wanted to capture the wild nature of the evil wolf, pull out its fangs and cut off its sharp claws.

Somewhere, a window with flashing patterns rose up and was gently pushed open by someone.

Two pairs of eyes were exposed.

Up and down.

They all stared intently at the scene outside.

"Zhao Rong, you are so heavy, it hurts me."

"Why do you have so much trouble?"

"Then you come downstairs and I'll be up top."

"...Are you feeling better now?"

"Well, it's better...Zhao Rong, what is it? It hurts me~"

"Shh, stop talking."

Zhao Rong helplessly took away the hilt of the Wenjian that had just been pressed against Su Xiaoxiao's back at his waist, but his eyes were still staring unblinkingly at the situation outside, at the lone wolf-like road in the middle of the street.

figure.

At this time, inside the room, he and Su Xiaoxiao were crowded in front of the window, observing the outside through the small cracks.

He bent forward because there was a little fox demon squatting under him...

Previously, after they left Boyun Villa, they followed Liu Sanbian all the way here and witnessed everything that happened not long ago.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong straightened up, frowned, and turned to stare at the cup filled with herbal tea on the coffee table.

The water surface rippled silently.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes.

Feel.

The attic is trembling, no, it’s the earth that’s trembling!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

The corner of Zhuque Street.

The old man in black robe whispered a few words to Qin Ji.

Hearing this, the latter smiled, gasped, nodded, and looked back.

Then the two of them retreated to the street and gave way to the intersection.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sounds coming from the distance are getting closer and closer.

The tables, chairs, bowls and stools on the street trembled slightly.

It seemed as if some unknown giant beast was charging towards me.

Boom, boom, boom!

Close, close, close!

His eyes suddenly crossed the street intersection, and a horizontal line appeared in the distance.

A dark horizontal line.

That's...the Iron Cavalry!

Not long after.

They have already appeared in front of you.

This is a "steel torrent".

It is divided into ten phalanxes, arranged front to back along the street, with every hundred cavalry forming a square formation. The phalanx is like a triangle, with three cavalry at the front facing each other.

At this time, there were nine cavalry formations at the end of the street, reining in their horses and waiting in place while keeping their distance.

However, the one hundred black knights in front of them kept their horses hooves.

Like a sharp knife.

Go straight in.

"Woo"

A vast horn sounded.

This is...charge!

The next second.

If you are in Suzaku Street.

You can feel the overwhelming sound of horse hooves approaching, just like the violent sea setting off waves that destroy the world.

Endless as far as the eye can see! March forward indomitably!

In an instant, it can flood the empty Suzaku Street.

Crush everything that dares to stand in its way, any weak creature that is twisted but dares to use its arms as a chariot.

The tsunami is roaring.

The earth is trembling.

At this moment, in the middle of the street, a lonely figure stood alone with his hands hanging down.

He looked directly at the overwhelming torrent of black steel.

His expression was calm and his eyes were blood red.

Three breaths of silence.

The bloody-eyed man moved.

He made a fist with his right hand in front of him, forming a simple fist pile.

This is the starting elbow posture in "Negative Mountain"!

The surging momentum of Jiujiu Wufu is like the sun bursting out from his body in the sky!

Facing the steel flood.

He is made of flesh and blood, and he is also a sixth-grade warrior with vast energy and blood!

The tables, benches and utensils in all directions around him shivered and backed away.

And he will fight to the death and never retreat!

A moment.

He moved.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Wherever you go.

The granite floor turned into powder.

The bloody-eyed man charged head-on into the torrent of steel!

On the left are countless black armors, silent.

On the right is the nine-foot-long body facing him alone, also speechless.

The next second.

both.

Met.

Time seems to have slowed down.

Like a silent mime, it is slowly unfolding.

The icy black armor twisted and shattered, and the swords, spears, and horse blades broke and flew.

The armor of the first three cavalrymen was shattered like a glass mirror.

immediately.
To be continued...