Guess Lei Zun: I have a tower of magic town

Chapter 184 Cruel Consumption

The dust was flying, covering Lin Mo and Leng Qiu.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Leng Qiu was lying in the dirt, and he hadn't come out for a long time, he was still alive and dead.

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief.

The Wei people did not expect that when Leng Qiu went to battle, he was also beaten to the ground.

And from the beginning of the battle to the present, Leng Qiu has been pressed and beaten all the time, without the slightest ability to fight back.

It seemed that he went up to be abused.

The Yan people also never imagined that the god of war in their minds could be so powerful.

It is possible to beat people at the deputy suzerain level of the three sects to the ground without any power to fight back.

This scene really shocked everyone.

Especially some generals who followed Zhao Po, they looked at each other, and they all found shock and panic in each other's eyes.

Lin Mo's strength exceeded their imagination.

The fat man suddenly roared: "Boss is mighty."

After this roar, all the soldiers of Yan Kingdom reacted suddenly, and let out a hysterical roar: "Shuai Lin is mighty."

Then, there was an overwhelming roar.

The entire Xiaxi Town roared like a roaring wave: "Shuai Lin is mighty..."

Even the countless ordinary people who sat on the roof and watched the battle couldn't help but blush on the ground, clenched their fists and danced on the roof, roaring hysterically: "Marshal Lin is mighty."

It seems that only in this way can vent the surging emotion in my heart.

Everyone went crazy because of Lin Mo.

Weiguo is still dead silent.

Soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, and you all see the fear and retreat in each other's eyes.

The enemy is too strong...

Lin Mo left them with an invincible impression.

In their hearts, Lin Mo was as invincible as a god.

At this moment, Wang Kui's roar came from the barracks: "Kill Lin Mo, reward ten thousand gold, and seal ten thousand households."

Like thunder on the ground.

Whether it is Wanjin or Wanhuhou, it is a height that ordinary people cannot touch.

It is almost impossible for ordinary soldiers to be promoted to generals.

These days, even a small lieutenant is monopolized by the aristocratic clan, and the promotion channel for soldiers is almost cut off.

This yell subconsciously yelled out the greed in many people's hearts.

Wang Kui then roared angrily: "Lin Mo is a martial artist with spiritual roots, and the one who is powerful is his spiritual roots. As long as his power is consumed, he can be easily killed. Brothers, wealth and wealth are just around the corner..."

"Brothers, we serve as soldiers and fight for wealth and honor. Usually, we are only martyrs when we die. This time, the opportunity to soar to the sky is at hand.

Do you want to watch this opportunity be taken away by your colleagues? "

"Yang Shuai has an order to kill Lin Mo as a Marquis of Ten Thousand Households, and whoever cuts off his leg will be made Marquis of Thousand Households. There will be no hereditary succession."

"Your next generation and the next generation must be proud of your choices. Brothers, whether to continue to be a commoner or become a prince with power in the empire, the opportunity is in front of you."

"You may never have such an opportunity in your life."

The sound of Wang Kui's roar rolled between the sky and the earth, like a continuous tide, constantly igniting the greed of the soldiers...

Most soldiers like to gamble, and they make a living with their heads pinned to their waistbands.

When sieging a city on weekdays, you will rush forward knowing that you are dead.

At that time, even if they attack the top of the city, how can they achieve such great achievements.

The originally dead army formation was completely ignited.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man...

The low morale was rekindled, and the soldiers stared at Lin Mo with blushing faces, as if they were looking at a precious prey.

What invincible posture, what Leng Qiu's defeat, at this moment can not care.

In their eyes, only liehou.

And it's not hopeless.

Didn't General Wang Kui say that?He, Lin Mo, is a martial artist with spiritual roots, and he can do whatever he wants by relying on the strength of his spiritual roots.

What if... his colleagues drained his strength and he happened to stab him with a spear?

Should I shrink back and watch my colleagues make great achievements, or go up and make a big gamble?
Most people choose the latter.

Not everyone can come across this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The gate of the Chinese army opened, and Wang Kui led [-] soldiers into the battlefield. Under the envious eyes of other soldiers, they charged towards Lin Mo.

Three thousand soldiers were full of swords, and Ling Lie's murderous aura rushed towards Lin Mo, as if they had condensed into substance.

At this moment, they were like a group of lunatics, just to tear Lin Mo into pieces.

In the process of running wildly, they still maintained the phalanx.

The shield soldiers are in front, the spearmen are behind, and the archers live in the middle.

With a conical square formation, it turned into a torrent of steel and slapped Lin Mo fiercely.

Before the army formation approached, the archers, under the command of their captain, took the lead in drawing their longbows.

The rain of arrows pierced the sky, and arrows as sharp as rain fell from the sky, nailing Lin Mo fiercely.

The white war horse was a little uneasy, and its front hooves kept digging the dirt.

Lin Mo sat on the horse with an indifferent expression, his fighting spirit swept in all directions, his eyes were cold and terrifying.

In the eyes, killing intent is like a sea.

The thunder exploded on Lin Mo's body, and the electric snake frantically ravaged the void in front of him.

The falling arrows were smashed into pieces by lightning, turning into powder and slowly falling to the ground.

Standing in the formation, Wang Kui immediately shouted: "Brothers, continue to use the rain of arrows to consume his strength."

Lin Mo dared to use thunder to counter the rain of arrows, which was exactly what he wanted. He wished he could directly consume all the power of Lin Mo's spirit root with the bow and arrow.

The next moment, Lin Mo's horses moved, and they rushed towards the army formation one by one like the wind.

Seeing this, Wang Kui immediately shouted angrily: "Brothers in the front row, stand in the way."

The shield soldiers in the front row roared: "Block!"

They put their hands behind the shield and rested their shoulders on the shield.

The spearmen held four or five meter long spears and pierced through the gaps in the shields, forming a thick forest of spears.

Lin Mo, one man and one horse, slammed into the spear forest.

The thunder exploded on his body, and the shield soldiers in front were suddenly knocked into the air, and one man and one horse crashed into the gap.

The silver gun swept across the front, and all the people within five meters in front were swept out.

Some people's bodies exploded directly in the air, turning into nothingness and dissipating in the void.

Some people turned into pieces of flesh and blood and hit the ground.

Those who can leave the whole body are the lucky ones.

Wang Kui roared angrily: "Brothers, Fenghou is just around the corner."

The soldiers were completely mad, and the dense crowd broke through the blood fog and headed towards Lin Mo to kill.

The horses were running wildly, and where Lin Mo's silver spear passed, the soldiers flew out one after another.

Thunder and lightning bloomed, leaving mutilated and charred corpses behind him.

All the way to ride horses and run wildly, all the way to fight.

The people on both sides watched this scene nervously.

(End of this chapter)