"The sky is dead!" A gentle murmur was accompanied by a hint of relief and determination. The bright flames ignited from Chen Fei's dark pupils, making him look much more real. He was no longer as sharp as in the past month, but had a sense of illusion that was not in this world. His pale face turned to the direction of the rocket attacking the air. The arrows that broke through the air swirled and drew hot phantoms in the young man's vision, as cold as a wolf pack with fangs.

The murderous intent seemed to turn into the indifferent face of the gods who were high above the main world, which made Chen Fei narrow his eyes slightly, and he twisted his waist and exerted force. The steel arrows in his hand turned into a black shadow and shot out. The roaring roar was like a roar from a city-breaking crossbow, and it was filled with a fierce wind, which hit all the rockets shot from the air and deviated from their original track. Under the arrows that were scattered like rain of fire, his hoarse voice brought a hint of coldness: "Huang Tian should stand!"

He leaned over and carried the little girl out of the corpse. Chen Fei felt the thin body that was almost insignificant in his arms, sighed slightly, took out a bottle of light red potion from the Paladin's Ring. He bounced his fingertips, and a trace of bright red as if the morning glow flew out directly from the mouth of the bottle, scattered into a red mist and surrounded the little girl's body. A trace of comfort and relaxation obviously appeared between her thin eyebrows and eyes, and there was a trace of vitality. Maybe he wanted to take a closer look at his benefactor, and his small body was a little difficult to hold it up, but a slender and pale finger gently tapped on her at this time. The drowsiness directly made her fall down softly.

"Get some rest..." In a low voice, a sharp sword energy cut out a smooth hole on the ground, gently putting the little girl in the hole, and her thin body was completely protected by the ground above the surroundings. The rockets flying in arcs were difficult to hurt her, and... they were afraid that they would not have another chance.

Turning around and looking at the place where the arrow rain came, Chen Fei slowly stroked the sword around his waist with his right hand. The shattered sword energy wrapped him like a storm, cheering, jumping, and screaming sharply. The messy stubble on Chen Fei's face, the decadent hair slowly disappeared from the sword energy. With the sound of gentle steps, he was tall and straight, and the cold black eyes were mixed with the scorching heat of flames. Although he was wearing broken leather armor, he had a sharp edge around him... Just like Chen Fei, who had been a year ago, it was a long-lost sharpness, a sense of power from the heart.

With force under his feet, Chen Fei's body rushed towards the direction of the rocket shooting. When the internal force merged into that deep force, Babu Chuan Chan was no longer full of explosive power as originally. The energy under his feet was filled with a sharp and sharp aura, like the Nine Heavens True Immortal, who could fly through the sword energy.

......

As soon as he turned his wrist, the red fire god staff in his hand emitted a misty wave, and the flames wrapped around the arrow exploded directly in the air. The life-taking rocket turned into a tiny stream of fire and dissipated weakly in the crisp sound of the rising and falling sound. Listening to the sharp sound of breaking through the air that was not something that ordinary military men could shoot, Zhang Jiao's thin face was full of ugly at this moment - he could protect the civilians under the attack of such rockets, but if he had not felt it at this time, or their speed was slowed down for a moment...

"Damn ****!"

He groaned with a groaning as he was a blue-faced man. The young yellow turban named Wenle pulled out the arrows on his shoulders, but no blood was splashed out. The flames had already burned the muscles and blood on the wound into a black ball, and gasped quickly. The severe pain made his warm face pale, and the sweat dripping as big as beans kept sliding down from his forehead - he, who was from a famous clan, had never suffered such pain, but he just frowned, handed the long sword in his hand to his left hand, blocked the civilians, and still steadily opened the rockets one by one, and his face was still stubborn, just like when he left the family, without a trace of cowardice and retreat.

A gentleman respects the way and walks, how can he give up halfway!

But he was just a scholar after all, and he was gradually losing his support. He swung the sword to block an arrow, but the huge force made his left arm, which was swinging the sword, freezing, and another hot breath gradually expanded between his pupils, like a breath of death on the back of a thorn, causing his body to freeze.

Bang ~

Just when he thought he was unavoidable, the rocket in front of him suddenly made a light sound and shattered into a slight fire. The scorching fire burned out black marks on his face. In a daze, Zhang Jiao's face was a little anxious and thin, and his body was shocked. After subconsciously calling him a sir, he seemed to remember something.

"...Sir, why are you here?"

In a trembling voice, Zhang Jiao sighed slightly and nodded, "That's right... For some reason, the arrow's attack has ended, and there should be no second round of attacks...or in their eyes, this place is already dead. Now, let's gather everyone to count the casualties."

"No..." Wenle gasped for a few breaths, and replied softly. At this time, he realized that his muscles were already sore and weak. He looked at the surrounding houses with a little blankness, and the corpse that was burnt to the scorch of flames was almost like the Hell of the Infinite Rest.

Moreover, if they hadn't arrived, it would have been ten times more tragic!

Amid Wenle's cry, almost everyone was injured in the Yellow Turbans appeared from all parts of the city. Survivors who recovered some vitality under the influence of the talisman followed behind them step by step. A trace of worry was hanging on their thin faces, which was a kind of sad timidity that was afraid that this last chance would also be lost. In Zhang Jiao's eyes, he sighed slightly in his heart, turned around and didn't want to look again - this pitiful expression was the beginning of his embarking on this road, but he no longer wanted to see such timidity and cowardice that made him heartbroken.

...Even if someone rudely scolds him, it is much better than this... Heaven is dead, has the people who are hiding under him also lost themselves...

"Sir, Chen Fei... I don't know where to go..." A slightly anxious voice sounded in Zhang Jiao's ears, causing his pupils to shrink. He turned his head quickly but found that the silent young man who had been usually silent had disappeared in the team, and his heart couldn't help but sink. No matter who it was, if he was in a state of trance and despair like Chen Fei, he would never survive the previous rocket volley. Even if he had a powerful force and could not be used, it was not much different from ordinary people. In particular, the other party was still suffering from hidden illness. Thinking that the young man with a hidden posture of a hero had already died here, a clear look of anger appeared on Zhang Jiao's face.

..hateful..

At this moment, a strong bloody murderous aura came from afar, causing the already angry Zhang Jiao to turn around and look, and the aura of rage slowly rose up - How could the fall of the hero, be lonely and unknown!

Step, step, step

Amid the sound of steady and steady footsteps, a familiar figure in a dressed dress appeared in Zhang Jiao's vision, holding a sleeping little girl in her left hand and a round package in her right hand. It was Chen Fei, who was missing. After seeing Zhang Jiao's astonished face, he smiled slightly. With a wave of his right hand, the thing in his hand drew a curve and landed on the ground in front of Zhang Jiao. After the rag was loose, it revealed the true appearance inside. It turned out to be a bloody head, with a wide glare on it, still with a look of astonishment.

"The enemy general has been killed by me!"

A yellow strip of cloth danced wildly before the young man's forehead, like a scorching flame!

(Thanks to Bai Guangyan and Han Mingx for their reward, thank you~)
Chapter completed!