Destiny is ashes

Chapter 369 Kill Them All (33)

"No, someone is attacking!"

At the Linlang Chamber of Commerce, a warrior who was monitoring the surrounding situation heard a loud roar that echoed through the center of the city. He was shocked and looked at the carriage that was speeding towards him and vaguely transformed into a huge armored car. He lit the talisman without hesitation and notified the important person: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"what?"

On the second floor, the young master and Uncle Wen were still discussing some minor issues. After hearing the warning, they were both startled, and they quickly flew up and appeared on the balcony.

They saw a huge cart covered in armor with an evil aura, which was coming towards them with the momentum to crush them.

The carriage was speeding like lightning. Wherever it passed, the ice was shattered, the streets trembled, and all objects blocking the road were turned into powder. The warriors of Linlang Chamber of Commerce wanted to stop it, but they were bounced back by a huge force at the slightest touch. They all vomited blood and broke bones.

With such momentum, it doesn’t look like a car at all, but rather a huge rock, a huge meteorite that has been rolling down from the highest mountain and constantly accumulating momentum!
"Wait, the trajectory of this car..."

After just one glance, the young master's expression suddenly changed: "It's coming for us!"

Before I had time to think more, the evil Taibai dump truck arrived.

The entrance to the Linlang Chamber of Commerce is a twelve-story staircase slope, which is half the height of a street block. Normally, this may give the surrounding residents a sense of superiority, but now, this slope has become a boost for large trucks to sprint and take off.

With a loud roar, the cart flew up along the slope, then drew a straight line and ran towards the high-rise where the young master and others were!

boom!
The deafening roar could be heard even in the streets several miles away. The flames that shot up into the sky even briefly illuminated the snow, forming a blazing white ball of light, followed by a violent explosion and flames.

For a moment, even the warriors from the Linlang Chamber of Commerce not far away were stunned - how could a grain truck suddenly explode?

The answer is drones and dust explosions!
While speeding, An Jing had already taken out a small half of the explosives in his Taixu magic weapon. This was what the Linlang Chamber of Commerce deserved. This group of greedy villains and the dissolute young master deserved to eat these bullets and gunpowder.

As for the dust, although it is a bit of a waste of food, it doesn’t matter considering that An Jing will pay for the food himself, so let’s blow it up first!
The golden flames engulfed everything. The entire center of the city was burning. Even the flying snow was melted by the high heat and turned into mist. The hot water vapor dyed the golden halo, just like a burning sunset.

Electric arcs flickered in the firelight, and embers that flickered for a moment flowed in the air.

“Ahem…Madman…Madman! Can you use this kind of lightning and fire beads so carelessly?!”

A figure tumbled out of the ruins of the explosion in a panic. The young man's originally white robe had been burned with carbon ash and holes, but he himself was still intact. An armor talisman was slowly burning in the sachet on his waist.

After all, he is a descendant of a noble family in Shenjing, and he has more life-saving items on him than the weapons in the homes of ordinary warriors. This kind of explosion can only make him embarrassed but not take his life.

The young master's face was pale at this moment, and he shouted loudly: "Is the formation disk okay? Save the formation disk!"

No one answered his question for the time being. The entire Linlang Chamber of Commerce headquarters was in chaos, with shouting, crying, and the sound of burning winds.

No one knows whether there is anything wrong with the formation plate, but there is definitely something wrong with him.

The flame twisted suddenly, and then rolled with the momentum, and a fist, a fast and heavy fist hit his face.

The young master's face changed. He thought that someone had committed suicide in an attack before. Even a strong warrior like Uncle Wen died. Was there really anyone who could survive except himself?
He subconsciously raised his hands, and the jade pendant around his neck, the talisman around his waist, the silver bracelet on his wrist, and even the inner armor on his chest all glowed. The power of the quadruple magic weapon was as strong as a city wall, and it would never be destroyed even if it was hit directly by the evil spirit cannon.

But the power of this punch was still incredibly fierce. In just a moment, the jade pendant on the young man's neck was shattered, the talisman on his waist burned out, the silver bracelet on his wrist broke, and the triple shield was shattered like triple glass by a single punch.

But the inner armor on his body was indeed extraordinary. The translucent white lines intertwined to form a spider web shape, blocking the fist.

"you……"

The young master saw the owner of the fist and An Jing's expressionless face. His pupils constricted and he seemed to want to say something, but it was too late.

Because the breath in An Jing's mouth and nose moved, he let out a low shout, and exerted force with his arms, and suddenly another violent force burst out.

The young master only felt his body go numb, and the shattered iron filings of his inner armor mixed with a terrifying force bombarded him, carrying him like a cannonball and crashing into the building behind him, causing huge clouds of smoke and dust to rise.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the young master's body was deeply embedded in the wall, and his entire body was hanging on it like a piece of rag.

"Weird, monster!"

"Mr. Mo is dead!"

Originally, the warriors from the Linlang Chamber of Commerce had already surrounded them, but when they saw An Jing knock the young man down in the building with one punch, they were so frightened that they immediately turned around and scattered, wishing their parents had given them two fewer legs.

Yes, Master Mo was indeed good to them. He allowed them to make money at will, and there was a considerable background behind him. If they attached themselves to him, they would surely become rich and powerful... But facing such a murderer who killed people without blinking an eye and without saying a word, how could they dare to confront him head-on?
Run! Running is the only possibility!

But there were still some elites who were obviously not ordinary warriors from the Chamber of Commerce. Four warriors with military demeanor stayed where they were. They had vaguely formed a formation and surrounded An Jing in the center.

There were no words, no unnecessary confrontation, the next moment, they all rushed out, the weapons in their hands glowed coldly, turning into a silver-white storm, covering An Jing from every angle. These military warriors were all strong, most of them were between the second and third divine powers, and each of them was an elite. Their skills [Red Blade Power Spirit Method] resonated with each other, and the sharp swords and blood mixed with the turbid earth veins turned into a tornado vortex, pressing towards An Jing.

[Small Killing Formation]

It was as if a battle was approaching, with a force of blood and weapons pressing in to suppress An Jing.

But An Jing only felt weak and slow.

He has now mastered the magical power of [Zheng Jian Bai], and also possesses the dual magical powers of Zhi Tian Shi and Tong Zhong Huo. His murderous aura is ten times more abundant than before. A strong warrior without a basic formation diagram will not be able to stand up to him, even if he has the five magical powers.

White spiritual patterns spread across his limbs, and a flash of blood appeared in An Jing's eyes. He had seen the flaw in this formation - it was originally supposed to be a Liuhe formation consisting of at least six people, but it was likely that the explosion of his dump truck just now killed two of them, so this formation was incomplete, and there was a flaw in the mobilization of the blood evil energy.

It would certainly be difficult for ordinary people to grasp, but in An Jing's eyes, everything around him began to slow down gradually. He moved his body and charged forward at an astonishing speed.

Click.

With just this one move, An Jing directly slapped off the head of a warrior. It seemed that he just wanted to swing out a palm, but the power of his palm, which was overflowing with platinum light, was too great. The moment it hit the man's face, his neck was twisted and torn apart, as if An Jing had directly slapped off his head.

The head fell to the ground and collapsed like a rotten apple, with most of it breaking into pieces, leaving only half intact.

Seeing this scene, even the most hard-hearted warriors couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. The three "worshipping warriors" immediately knew that An Jing was definitely not an enemy they could deal with, but they would not retreat or run away. They could only charge towards An Jing with a generous and tragic spirit in their hearts, roaring.

But are they worthy? An Jing drew his knife with a momentum that was ten times more ferocious and violent than theirs.

If An Jing was unarmed, he would probably need three slaps to kill the three of them, but if he had a weapon, he would only need one strike to kill them.

The violent Taibai evil spirit poured into the Bahai Sword. Although the attributes were wrong, gold gave birth to water, and the water vapor of the Bahai Sword itself was also surging. The white and blue colors intertwined, and the violent power formed an arc, sweeping forward.

The huge impact force hit the three warriors almost at the same time, and the energy spread out like waves, killing two of them directly, cutting them in half. The third one barely blocked it, but his weapon was broken, his arm was twisted, his chest was sunken, and he flew backwards.

It happened in just a moment, and before the flames from the explosion of the Leihuo drone had even rolled a few times, the entire Linlang Chamber of Commerce's visible forces were wiped out by An Jing.

In the distance, the sound of fighting was heard, and An Jing knew that it was the sound of Xu Tai intercepting other warriors from the Linlang Chamber of Commerce.

With this man's strength, it would be easy for him to subdue these little warriors, and he doesn't need to worry about it.

Sheathing the knife, An Jing turned his head and looked towards the small building where 'Mr. Mo' was.

"You're not dead."

He said firmly: "Although I don't know why you are not dead yet, you can't get away with pretending to be dead."

"pain……"

A strange sound came from the wall inlaid with Mr. Mo. With an extremely unnatural posture, Mr. Mo's body, which was obviously broken, slowly struggled to stand up from the wall. His chest was sunken. An Jing's punch had penetrated his body and shattered his heart, but this seemed to activate some final means, allowing Mr. Mo's body and soul to retain a trace of consciousness: "It's really out of control to fall into such a situation."

[Although it is only bastard's blood, it should not be wasted like this]

His voice changed, like an echo from far away.

An Jing frowned slightly and suddenly felt a sense of danger.

The Fuxie Sword Spirit also issued a warning: "Something is wrong, An Jing, this man is indeed dead, but his bloodline is special. Just now, a distant and powerful will, through the power of bloodline, descended upon this man's body!"

"Oh?"

An Jing narrowed his eyes and held the hilt of the knife: "Who is coming?"

Mr. Mo did not reply. A faint blue fire ignited in his eyes as he stared at An Jing: [Crazy Outlaw]

He raised his hand, as if pulling an invisible bow - and at that moment, An Jing dodged.

hum!
An invisible gas arrow pierced through the air, breaking circles of thundering gas rings in mid-air. The sharp whistling sound resounded throughout the city, even igniting the flying snow and the atmosphere, turning into a red trajectory that went straight into the clouds in the distant sky.

"Dragon-strike arrow?!"

Not far away, Xu Tai, who was knocking out the warriors of Linlang Chamber of Commerce one by one, saw the arrow that pierced through the snow and mist and broke through the atmosphere. His eyes suddenly widened and his pupils contracted: "General Longwu Mo Que?!"

"That dude is actually General Mo's offspring?!"

(End of this chapter)