Rebirth of the Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 593
"Brothers in the army are fortunate!"

"Thank you for coming to rescue us!"

Listening to the words of thanks from their own people, the Japanese soldiers felt extremely comfortable, and an unprecedented pride suddenly occupied their hearts.

They are mere cultivators, as long as their sneak attack is prevented, what can not be solved by a missile?

If one shot doesn't work, then ten shots a hundred shots.

It's just a matter of quantity!

Waving his hand, the battalion leader of the Wa State shouted excitedly: "Brothers, cultivators are also vulnerable to us, and there are three murderers left. Keep up the good work, everyone carries missiles, let me kill them!"

"Hi!" Hundreds of soldiers answered loudly excitedly, and then quickly returned to the car to carry the missiles.

The three of Ye Qing kept chasing in the city, overturning huge buildings one after another, human foot power alone would not be able to catch up with them.

However, this is not a problem for the battalion commander of the Wa country. He has considered it quite thoroughly in his thoughts of fighting practitioners many times.

"The first team, go to the position of one kilometer at 12 o'clock!"

"The second team, all go to the 3-meter position at 500 o'clock!"

"The third team, go to the position of 5 meters at 2500 o'clock!"

"Attention all teams, as long as the murderer is close to your position, launch individual missiles together!"

This battalion commander has full confidence in his tactics. Just now, there are hundreds of practitioners, and ten missiles are directly reimbursed.

Now each team carries at least 15 individual missiles, and it must be easier to deal with just three practitioners.

The Japanese soldiers carried the missiles and quickly moved towards the positions designated by each team.

Seeing this kind of action, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of Yang Xiaocong and the others.

A cultivator is also a human being. Can this person's flesh and blood withstand a missile?Those who can resist bullets are already very awesome!

Even domestic netizens who were watching the live broadcast were anxious, and they were all swiping their screens and cursing.

"Anchor, you money-scattering, hurry up and remind God Ye!"

"That's a missile. Just now, all [-] practitioners were blown up. It's too dangerous!"

"Don't be dazed, tell Lord Ye Qing quickly!"

"As long as God Ye is reminded, those missiles won't be able to hit him!"

"Oh, I'm so anxious, anchors, hurry up and shout, God Ye should be able to hear you!"

At this time, there was a distance of more than 1000 meters, and he used his voice to remind Ye Qing that he should not shout.

Yang Xiaocong was so anxious that he scurried around like a sky monkey, and after a while he said to Chu Xian embarrassingly, "Beauty, you are a cultivator, and your voice must be louder than ordinary people like us, so why don't you call out a few times to remind God Ye?"

"Missiles are the lowest grades. How could they defeat my master?" Chu Xian glanced at the boy and said proudly.

She herself is not strong enough, so she must be a little afraid of missiles, but for her master's confidence, maybe she will only worry about nuclear bombs.

Ye Qing is sometimes strange, he obviously has the arrogance of the Dragon Emperor, he is too lazy to deal with ordinary Japanese, but he always uses third-party factors to deal with them.

It is because of the overall quality and background of this Japanese man that he often finds it unpleasant.

Suddenly, Ye Qing opened his mouth and said to the two monks in front: "You two are almost at the end of your true energy, right?"

The sound was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of Kong Jianshen and Kong Jianyuan.

Kong Jianyuan turned back ferociously and replied: "Boy, our reinforcements will arrive soon, and by then it will be too late for you to escape!"

"Reinforcement? It's the monks and soldiers from your Buddhist temple, right?" Ye Qing said calmly, "They were killed by your Japanese army just now, didn't you notice? They used missiles."

There was indeed a loud noise just now, but the two monks did not want to believe the result at all.

Kong Jianshen's face was bulging with veins, and while he was trying to control the artifact, he roared angrily: "How dare the army have such courage, you are lying!"

"It's a nation that likes to kill each other," Ye Qing shook his head, reminding them calmly, "Pay attention, another missile is approaching 40 meters ahead to the right, it will kill you."

"咻——" "咻——" sounded, and this peculiar sound forced the two monks to turn their heads to the front right.

Immediately, all the expressions on their faces were replaced by shock.

More than a dozen missiles dragged long flame tails in the air, less than ten meters away from the two of them.

Even though they are masters among cultivators, it is completely impossible to avoid them at such a distance!
"No—" Kong Jianshen and Kong Jianyuan couldn't understand why their brothers didn't die at the hands of the Huaxia people, but were killed by their own people.

Shouldn't the practitioners of the Wa country be superior?
Who on earth gave this damn order? !
There was a loud explosion, and the two strong men whose true energy had been exhausted were torn to pieces by the shock wave.

Nothing was left, except for the big deep hole on the ground that was blown out.

Another brilliant victory!

The soldiers of the Ninth Squad immediately cheered, singing and dancing. For ordinary people like them, killing a high-ranking cultivator with their own hands is a lifetime of glory.

"We are cultivator killers!"

"Long live!"

At this time, Ye Qing's figure appeared in front of the deep hole created by the missile, he stretched out his hand and waved lightly, and the ghost mother scripture and ghost rosary flew to his palm.

With a thought, the two broken artifacts were instantly obliterated into dust, and the energy of the artifacts was directly swallowed.

The artifact held by Ghost Xiu is not bad, it is more nourishing than other artifacts, Ye Qing is in a good mood.

"There is one more, he...he was not killed by the bomb!" A soldier of the ninth team pointed at Ye Qing and yelled in terror as if he had seen a ghost.

This reaction is normal, and these soldiers have tried with guns before, and they couldn't kill the practitioners;
It can only be dealt with with missiles, but now, all the missiles of their ninth team have been fired!
"Ba Ga, what are you still doing, run away!" The captain shouted in panic, and immediately turned his head and fled.

Ye Qing looked at the direction in which the team was fleeing, with an indifferent smile on his face.

Almost without warning, the heads of everyone in the ninth team suddenly exploded!
All eyes in this city are watching here, but no one can figure out why those soldiers died so strangely. Could it be that each of them stuffed a grenade in their mouths?

Ye Qing was spotless, and walked in the direction of his maid in a calm manner.

With his point as the center of the circle, there are at least a dozen teams carrying missiles, moving quickly towards him.

Every team leader has made up his mind: as soon as he gets close to a distance of [-] meters, he will immediately launch all the missiles at that person!

From the perspective of others, this is a race about life and death.

From Ye Qing's point of view, this is just a matter of snapping fingers.

So, he snapped his fingers lightly.

boom -

(End of this chapter)