Lord of the People: My Talent is 100 Million Points Strong

Mailan Town, the main hall of the city lord's mansion.

At this time, there was a mess everywhere in the huge hall.

This sacred place, which usually represents the highest majesty of the city lord, has long been turned into a tragic battlefield.

On the ground, lifeless corpses of soldiers were scattered everywhere.

Under the corpse, red liquid flowed freely, like flowers of death competing to bloom.

In the corner next to the throne, twenty or thirty soldiers holding sharp blades, led by three brown-robed old men, surrounded a burly figure covered in bruises.

Those three old men have all reached the level of third-level senior experts.

The other soldiers were all at the second level, so they were obviously at an absolute upper hand.

"Dear Lord City Lord, if you surrender and are captured now, I may be able to leave you with a whole body, and maybe I will be merciful and bury you in the family cemetery."

An old and joking voice sounded, and the brown-robed old man at the head spat, with a fierce look on his face and said: "Your personal guards have been killed and injured.

The loyal third-level guard captain has also turned into a corpse.

Now you have no chance to make a comeback. "

Immediately afterwards, another old man in brown robe, who also had a murderous look on his face, continued: "Hey, dear City Lord.

Of course, your little kid who tried to escape must have been killed by now. "

"You bastards, you didn't even spare a child!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the burly figure surrounded in the middle trembled slightly because of extreme anger.

He is about forty years old, has a thick beard, and holds a giant war hammer in his hand.

Even though he was covered in wounds, he still exuded an aura that was not inferior to any old man.

Immediately afterwards, I saw this burly middle-aged man swinging the giant hammer in his hand, not intending to surrender.

However, judging from his shaky condition, it was obvious that he could not hold on for much longer.

"Hey, it's just a pointless struggle. Even if the King of Heaven comes today, I can't save you!"

Directly opposite, the leader of the brown-robed old man snorted coldly, his aura suddenly surged, and he said with disdain.

At the same time, the other two old men in brown robes also showed great momentum, their sharp blades flashed with cold light, and they made moves to prepare for attack.

Just when these three people were about to swarm forward, the burly man was caught in a critical moment.

With a "boom", the closed door behind him suddenly flew out together with the threshold, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The next second, a slender figure appeared at the gate.

"Father, I'm here!" The dust scattered, and the figure gradually became clear. It was none other than Ji Shang, the young master of the Zelan family.

"Ji Shang, are you still alive?!" On the other side, the city lord who was surrounded in the middle immediately showed a look of surprise and joy, and his momentum increased again.

But immediately, there was a trace of confusion on his face, and he said in surprise: "You... why are you back again?"

The next second, as gusts of wind passed by, eight powerful figures fell in front of Ji Shang one after another.

These figures are naturally the powerful men of our own side headed by Lei Xiao.

Immediately afterwards, eight extremely impressive auras quickly filled the bloody air.

"Eight third-level powerhouses?!"

For a moment, the entire hall was completely silent.

Needless to say, from this moment on.

The situation in the hall has obviously undergone an absolute reversal!

Feeling the powerful aura exuded by everyone on their side, the three brown-robed old men and others were stunned on the spot.

The city lord showed a look of ecstasy.

Although he didn’t know what was going on, these powerful men with great momentum seemed to be here to help him!

At this time, the old man in brown robe who was leading the group did not have the same momentum as before.

A look of shock suddenly appeared on a thin old face, and he said in disbelief: "You... who are you?"

Another skinny old man was shocked and quickly stepped forward, clasping his fists in panic and saying: "Everyone, no matter how much money that brat promises you, we will give you double it!"

"Sorry, I don't know much about money." On the other hand, Lei Xiao naturally wouldn't talk nonsense to these people.

The strengths of the three opponents were all between level three, four stars and five stars.

Coupled with the twenty or thirty second-level soldiers, even the eight who showed up on their own side were enough to easily deal with them.

After all, Nanxing, Nanyue and Lin are all at the peak level of the third-order nine-star, and their strength is far better than that of ordinary third-order experts.

A Ling is a third-level eight-star, and A-Bing and Chaoyan are also a third-level six-star.

Coupled with all the fourth-level weapons, as well as Lei Xiao himself and Bai Wei, it is natural to easily crush the opponent.

"Come on, don't hold back."

Nodding to the subordinates beside him, Lei Xiao said calmly.

That's it, except for Bai Wei who never leaves.

The other six figures surrounding him immediately turned into phantoms and shot straight towards the opponent's camp.

In an instant, bursts of bloody storms broke out in the opponent's camp.

"Come out here, don't hide anymore!"

Seeing his party and others coming with the force of thunder, on the other side, the old man in brown robe, who was leading the group, suddenly showed a cold look on his face, and shouted: "Kill them!"

The next second, a large group of archers suddenly swarmed up on the platforms on the left and right sides of the hall. They were all archers exuding second-level aura. They unfurled their bows and nocked arrows, aiming their arrows at everyone on their side.

Seeing this, the faces of the three brown-robed old men all showed a grim look mixed with murderous intent, and they all laughed ferociously.

For these second-level archers, at such a close distance, they can accurately target everyone present.

There is no doubt that even a strong third-level man cannot withstand the group shooting of dozens of second-level archers!

On the other side, the city lord, who was covered in bruises and bruises, suddenly showed a look of uncontrollable worry.

These archers are all elite forces carefully cultivated by the elders. Each of them is a marksman. Once they are targeted, the consequences will obviously be unimaginable.

However, before these archers had time to take action.

At the same time, two burly figures appeared on the platform out of thin air.

It was Huzhang and Ye Cang.

In an instant, desperate screams rang out.

The two powerful men on our side exuding terrifying aura were like two heavy bulldozers, moving in the blink of an eye.

That is to knock down all the archers from the platform to the ground.

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