Chapter 72 The pressure of the Grandmaster (5 more please subscribe and ask for monthly tickets)

Lin Xing rubbed his ears that were tingling, and couldn't help asking: "The last time I fought with him, I was shocked by this roar. This time he used his full strength to exert more power. What kind of sublimation is this?"

Bai Yiyi explained: "This seems to be the shock of Baili sublimated by the Dragon Roar of the Dragon Gang. This kind of sonic attack is most suitable for the battlefield. Ordinary people will roar and fall."

"But Shilin Temple, Taihe Sect, Shenlong Gang... he actually mastered the sublimation of three different sects."

Bai Yiyi looked at the Zhang Dashuai who was fighting bravely on the city wall and sighed: "And if you want to practice these three sublimation, the burden on your body will be greater than the other. This is really not easy. The efforts this guy has put in are no longer something that ordinary people can imagine."

After looking at Lin Xing who was still moving, Bai Yiyi said curiously: "Why haven't you paid it back?"

A trace of fatigue appeared in Lin Xing's eyes: "I've been on it more than a hundred times just now."

"It's useless, I can't survive when I go up."

Bai Yiyi looked at the city head curiously: "Do you mean this siege will also fail?"

Without waiting for Lin Xing to explain, he saw a sword light suddenly lit up on the top of the city, and then slashed towards Zhang Dashen.

The one who took action was Jing Shiyu, the Saint of the Heavenly Spirit.

Zhang Dashuai asked: "How long can the food and grass last at present?"

Song Yi wiped the water marks on his body and said helplessly: "The soldiers will be in trouble for the general."

Listening to Song Yi's report, Zhang Dashuai became more and more irritable.

"Master Zhang and Zhao Yuan were wearing heavy armor and rushed into the enemy's formation, not too worried about sneak attacks on the secret gun."

Not long after Jing Shiyu took action, another lightning slashed at Zhang Dashuai, splashing a fire on his armor.

However, the repeated rushing still allowed Lin Xing's skills to break through again, including the Object Control (92.9% on the 2nd floor) → Object Control (8.5% on the 3rd floor)

Zhang Dashuai took the envelope, glanced at it for a few seconds and threw it on the ground: "A group of wine bags, I can't help at all, so I will urge me to collect the inheritance of the superiors."

"I can't do it anymore. As long as the bullets are on the sky, it's impossible for me to come back alive as long as I get on the top of the city."

The first powerful general under Zhang Dashuai let out a loud shout at this moment, and white mist also burst out from his mouth, and the skills of Tiangang Dou Qi were sublimated.

The envoy of Xingxiao Sect said with a mysterious look on his face: "The great catastrophe is coming, and Lin Xing is one of the disasters calculated by the leader. Even if the commander is unwilling to cooperate this time, the sect will definitely win in the future."

I saw a woman with a veil rising up on the wind and besieged Marshal Zhang with Jing Shiyu.

In the big tent, Zhang Dashuai kicked the chair to pieces and said angrily: "This group of unruly people who have been brainwashed by the God-intention Cult are all trying their best to stop me. What kind of ecstasy has that witch brought to them?"

After a while, Zhao Yuan, wearing heavy armor, also crawled towards the top of the city.

Zhu Fen came to Zhang Dashuai's ear and said, "Master, I have been observing Lin Xing for several days. He has never really contributed on the battlefield. I think he is just colluding with the Tianyi Sect..."

"Xingxiao Sect? What are they here to do?" A trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Dashuai's eyes, and after a moment, he ordered someone to bring the other party in.

Under the siege of the two sublimation masters of the Tianyi Sect and the desperate counterattack of believers, they finally had no choice but to evacuate.

The envoy of Xingxiao Sect smiled and said, "It's okay, I think the general will figure it out sooner or later."

After returning to his tent, Shuai Zhang, who had returned to his tent, waved back many of his subordinates and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

If I had been unable to capture it for so long... I just thought of this, the many officers felt their scalp numb.

Shortly after Zhu Fen retreated in fear, Zhang Dashuai's personal soldiers ran in: "Master, the urgent letter sent by the Administrative Office was transferred from Taiping County."

Marshal Zhang frowned and continued to set up tomorrow's combat plan.

After a moment, the personal soldiers ran in again, saying that there was an envoy from the Xingxiao Sect outside the camp to ask for a visit.

Shuai Zhang frowned and kicked Zhu Fen down: "Another nonsense, it will disrupt our morale, I will rectify you on the spot."

He looked in the direction of the city, and his eyes seemed to gradually show a hint of anxiety.

The messenger of Xingxiao Sect is a tall and thin old man. He smiled slightly when he saw Zhang Dashang.

When he said this, he also began to walk out of the bunker and approached the center of the battlefield.

He looked at Song Yi on the side and asked, "Tell me about the money, food and supplies."

Song Yi asked curiously: "Can you ask why your tutor wants Lin Xing?"

"Make a deal?" Zhang Dashuai hit Song Yi with a kettle and angrily scolded: "Let the brothers know what they will think of me in order to conquer the city?"

After the envoy of Xingxiao Sect left, Song Yicai said, "Master, if you hand over one Lin Xing, you can get the healing medicine of Xingxiao Sect, and also let them help us to capture the city and wipe out the cult believers in the city. I think it is still a good deal."

Song Yi picked up the letter and looked at it, saying, "Master, will the Administrative Office reduce military pay? Then our income is reduced by a lot."

There are also elites of the Catholic Cult who are constantly hiding in the dark to fight guerrillas and sneak attack on the grain transport team.

After a greeting, the two sides began to discuss the matter.

There are also cities that have settled down and sent a letter to say that there are chaos in the city.

Lin Xing was like wandering around the battlefield in a leisurely manner, but as he got closer and closer to the core war zone, his progress became slower and slower.

Marshal Zhang rebuked repeatedly, but still refused, and finally said, "Send my personal guards to guard Lin Xing, don't let the Xingxiao Sect take the opportunity to start."

Money, food, soldiers were exhausted, and the chaotic people in the rear... all kinds of pressures are constantly gathering. It can be said that every day of attack, everyone present will feel a little heavier in their hearts.

Lin Xing looked at the woman with a veil and said, "This should be another saint of the God-in-Law Sect, and it is also a sublimated combat power."

Although he had only one arm left, he rushed into the battle group with a big axe in his hand and still burst out with powerful combat power.

But after talking for a while, he saw Jacky Cheung standing up angrily: "It's absurd that your sect makes such a request to deceive me, Zhang Tiande?"

Song Yi thought for a while and said, "It takes about half a month."

Shuai Zhang and Zhao Yuan would go on the battle in person almost every day and rushed to the top of the city.

Although the siege in front of him reached an unprecedented intensity at the beginning, Marshal Zhang and Zhao Yuan were unable to break through the city.

Song Yi walked out of the tent and returned to his camp, and saw the Xingxiao Sect envoy who was waiting for him with a smile. He said helplessly: "Let the envoy run for nothing."

On the contrary, every attack will bring huge casualties to the army under Mr. Zhang, and the morale of the army is constantly weakening. If Mr. Zhang had not been in charge of the city himself, no one would have been willing to attack the city long ago.

The most intense battles in the entire battlefield were instantly launched on the city wall.

Lin Xing, who looked unscathed, finally stopped with a tired look on his face. He sighed softly: "The battlefield is too chaotic, and life is in danger at all times."

But every time I face them, the believers of the Tianyi Cult on the top of the city seemed to be desperate. Even if they held their legs and took their weapons, they would still stand in front of them.

Obviously, the strong attack this day brought heavy casualties to the army.

Two other powerful saints of the Tianyi Sect were in charge, and they always made Marshal Zhang return in vain.

The army is outside and consumes a lot of money and food every day.

As the military's injuries continued to increase, the consumption of medicines became even greater.

The messenger still smiled faintly: "I'll wait for the Grandmaster to choose if I want it or not."

In the next few days, the entire battlefield seemed to have become a huge flesh-and-blood mill, constantly sucking the lives of soldiers on both sides into it and stirring them into meat.

That night, there were wailings and screams everywhere in the military camp.

Then he changed his mind and said, "But you can also tell the Grandmaster that the conditions we discussed before will still work, including yours."

Song Yi nodded and laughed.

In the next few days, the situation of the war has not changed for a long time. The county town in front of him is like a huge quagmire, dragging Zhang Dashui's body tightly.

In the camp, the soldiers also found that the food rations they received were getting less and less every day, and their morale became increasingly declining for a while.

(End of this chapter)
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