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Emperor can only give up scolding, flying to Lin Hao's side, and Gu Qingming left and right pressed his shoulder.

Although I don't know what he wants to do, now I can only believe this boy who is always unexpected.

Together with soul power, spirit power burst out from the emperor and Gu Qingming and poured into Lin Hao's meridians.

Three people's comprehensive strength is the strongest in the field, together with the help of other powerful Wuhuang, unexpectedly is really blocked the poor strange soul attack.

All the soldiers who could stand up behind them also quickly formed a team and sent the wounded down. One by one, they formed a good team. The array interacted with each other, and the spiritual power of millions of people burst out together, all of them poured into the barrier.

Most of the people here are not even masters of King Wu. They don't even know how to stimulate and control their soul power. They can only squeeze the spiritual power in their own body. Together with countless people, they gnash their teeth and stick to it, forming the barrier in front of them and stopping the pace of pressing.

Lin Hao suddenly released the handle of his sword and threw his arm into the air. His eyes were full of killing intention, and he yelled: "gun!"

The shield soldiers raised their hands at the same time, and hundreds of long guns made of refined steel shot out, like eagles with bright wings, all of them passed through the air, covered the heads of the people, and stabbed at the poor man's face.

Lin Hao crouched down and patted his palms on the ground. His spirit power rushed out of the ground like a spike. He wrapped his gun body like the palm of a human. One by one, he helped them and rushed to qiongqi with wind and fire.

The first steel gun arrived without any hindrance to it. Before it even touched its hair, it had already separated in half space, turned into pieces of iron and fell to the ground.

The tenth gun finally made a step forward, but it was only a few steps away from the poor eyes.

The hundredth steel gun finally touched its red hair. Although it had not cut off a hair, it was farther and faster than before.

But how many guns are there, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand? How many can pierce poor and strange's throat?

Lin Hao has no time to think about those things.

Those steel guns are his sharp arrows, and those spiritual forces are His bowstring. With the expectation and yearning of millions of imperial soldiers, he pulled the strings in his hands again and again, gritted his teeth and released the arrows in his hands, and resolutely attacked the poor and strange face.

The other side has been unable to push forward, but also with a strong strength and people deadlocked.

Those steel guns are just a way to block its progress, but no real blade can pierce its defense and hurt its vital points.

What to do?

Lin Hao is constantly using his spiritual power while thinking in chaos.

Do you really want to consume it like this?

"I've worked so hard. How can I wait and see comfortably?"

A purple shadow suddenly flew through the air, laughing wildly in his mouth, but it ran against the wind and crossed the soul barrier. His black eyes were extremely bright, his purple robes were rustling, and his white beard was blowing out of shape, making him look like an unreasonable madman.

From such a distance, Lin Hao recognized that the old man in purple was the one who sounded the Gong in Wangtian tower.