A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 49 Lord of Fire

"Fortress Master!!?"

'Splitting Mountain Tiger' Zhou Kuang broke through the door and came in. When he saw a limp corpse, he couldn't help but feel his eyes tearing open.

His two brothers almost starved to death with their mother more than ten years ago. Lu Jingtian, who was still unknown at the time, came by and saved the two of them. He also taught martial arts and gave his mother money to support her in her old age.

After my mother died, Lu Jingtian became even more like their old father.

I didn't expect to see his cold body suddenly today.

On the large hole in the roof, countless tiles were flying, and a blue figure flashed away.

"Shoot for Lao Tzu!"

Zhou roared wildly.

shhhhhh!
The sound of the military crossbow strings exploding came one after another. The fragile roof was directly shot through, leaving many holes the size of chopsticks, and many tiles were directly shot out.

However, there was no trace of blood in it.

Regardless of his younger brother's obstruction, Zhou Kuang broke through the tiles in one step and stood on the roof. He saw a green figure in the distant barracks flash past and disappear completely.

"Chase!"

Zhou Kuang's face was distorted, and he led a group of his men to chase towards the barracks.

The other four tigers who gathered after hearing the sound of drums and gongs also rushed over slowly. They were all furious, and each led their men to rush towards the four corners of the barracks.

"Zhaizhu!"

"Damn thief!"

Many villagers couldn't help but blushed and gritted their teeth when they saw Lu Jingtian's stiff body.

Lu Jingtian is not a good person.

He killed people and intercepted goods at every turn. Group after group of children were kidnapped by him to the mountains. No one ever went out again. Their parents and relatives shed countless tears. It is not an exaggeration to say that such a person should be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

But he treats the people below him very well, providing food and clothing, generous rewards, and those with outstanding qualifications can also practice martial arts.

Jiang Ding moved with his sword and shuttled around the barracks, aiming directly at the warehouse.

"who!"

There were still more than ten people patrolling and guarding the warehouse. When they suddenly saw him, they shouted alertly and gathered together to form a spear formation, both offensive and defensive.

"Those who stand in the way will die."

Jiang Ding said calmly, the sword blade was filled with a faint white light and moved straight forward.

"Looking for death! Kill!"

The guard guarding the warehouse shouted loudly.

The twelve villagers sneered, showing no sign of fear. Twelve [-]-meter-long spears were thrust out at the same time, blocking all evasive spaces in all directions. The spearheads were gleaming with silver light.

It has the same effect as Xianmen's concentrated fire science.

With such an attack, even the Inner Qi Realm warriors would not dare to engage it head-on. They would die if they resisted. They could only avoid the sharp edge temporarily and look for opportunities.

laugh!
A white sword light flashed across, and the iron-clad hardwood gun shaft broke, with a smooth fracture.

"I can't see clearly!"

The captain only had time to think of such a thought in his mind, and then he felt a coldness in his throat, a large amount of blood spurted out, and his body fell weakly.

Looking around from the corner of his eye, all twelve villagers under his command were like this, in no particular order.

Shake off the blood and put the sword back into its sheath.

Jiang Ding walked slowly into the warehouse of Menghu Village.

There are no imaginary traps. This is a place where villagers and leaders of all sizes often come. Setting up traps is to cause trouble for yourself.

The first thing that catches the eye are piles of rice bags, mostly white rice, but also some corn, and behind them there are strips of air-dried bacon and so on.

With such a huge number, even if they were besieged for many years, there would be no worries in the village.

Jiang Ding glanced around and came to the thick door on the left. A sword light flashed and he gently pushed the door open.

"Found it." The warehouse was filled with all kinds of swords, guns and weapons, and there were even dozens of pairs of heavy iron armor, which looked similar in shape to Dongling Mansion soldiers.

In addition, there are soybean oil, wood, cloth and other supplies.

Jiang Ding focused his attention on the crossbows neatly placed on the wooden stand. He ignored them and took out the two four-stone strong bows placed next to them. He also had six or seven spare bow strings. He also tied up dozens of arrows and placed them on the back.

Holding a bucket of soybean oil in his arms and pulling a large handful of cloth, he exerted force on his feet and smashed straight up through the roof.

"The thief is in the direction of the warehouse!"

"kill him!"

Many villagers poured into the barracks, and when they saw that figure, they wished they could eat his flesh!
There are also several leaders who have been immersed in bows and arrows for many years, pulling strong bows.

Ding Ding!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and knocked down the arrows shot from a distance.

Tear a roll of cloth, wrap the tiles and soak them in soybean oil, rub the tiles with the blade of the sword to cause sparks to ignite, and then use a little 'sword-pointing' technique to gently smash it against the wall of a barracks superior.

With a bang, the tiles and rags exploded, and grease stuck to the walls, setting them on fire.

"No, stop him!"

Zhou Kuang's expression suddenly changed and he realized something.

However, the distance is so far away, even if you have the means to reach the sky, you can only watch helplessly at this time.

Bang bang bang!
Black balls soaked in grease flew out one after another and landed on the walls and roofs of various barracks. Many barracks even received four or five in a row.

Soon, clumps of flames lit up all over the barracks and spread rapidly.

The people who built the barracks were experienced and spaced several meters between each barrack, but it was useless in this situation where there were flames everywhere, and the fire spread quickly.

"Fire out!"

"Get out!"

'Golden Tiger' Zhou Sheng's face turned pale and he ordered hastily.

It was a little late at this time. Many villagers were very efficient in their grief and anger. They broke into various barracks regardless of the danger to search for the thieves who assassinated the village leader.

In a short period of time, dozens of people were wailing and engulfed in the fire. Those who managed to escape were severely burned. Thick black smoke was everywhere, obscuring their vision.

"Beast! I will cut you into pieces with a thousand knives!"

Zhou Kuang smashed a beam full of flames with his axe, and led his men backwards to avoid the place full of flames.

Amid the thick smoke and flames, a figure stepped lightly. Occasionally, tongues of fire swept through it without any damage, and soon left the area surrounded by flames.

The fireworks dispersed, and the picture in front of me gradually became clear.

The troops were marching neatly, with swords and spears standing everywhere, bows and crossbows cocked and aimed. A chilling military atmosphere filled the air, and the ferocious flames behind them could not cover it up.

"You run, run, run again?"

A bear-like strong black man was shirtless and squeezed out each word through his teeth.

'Tuotianhu' Zhou Kun!
It is said that he is Lu Jingtian's nephew. He is good at attacking "Thirteen Horizontal Refined Taibao". He is dressed in copper skin and iron bones and is invulnerable. He also generates his own inner energy and has great inner energy. He often fights alone into an entire caravan. , corpses littered the fields, but he himself was unscathed.

Beside him are Lang Yi, the "Xiashan Tiger" and Xu Sanniang, the "Scorpion Tail Tiger" among the seven tigers, both of whom have a small amount of internal energy.

Nearby, there were more than sixty villagers armed with guns and crossbows, all of whom had received strict training.

"Why should I run?"

Jiang Ding showed a smile and asked.

Many villagers were suddenly shocked.

Only then did he realize that what he saw in front of him was the murderer who killed two famous masters, the village leader and "Yi Bo Yuntian" Yang Dongsheng, in just a few moves, not the lamb they were hunting wantonly.

"Shoot for Lao Tzu!"

'Tuo Tianhu' Zhou Kun shouted coldly.

More than twenty strong bows and crossbows fired in volleys, and the arrows were like locusts, flooding the area in front of them.

(End of this chapter)