Tonight's Ping River is no longer as peaceful as before.
The river reflected the flames all over the sky.
The refugees swarmed into the city like locusts, devouring everything.
In the light of the fire, the whole Pingjiang Town was full of people crying and screaming.
There were many Pure Fragrance Cult missionaries holding incense burners in the torrent.
"Burn my divine incense and turn it into divine ashes. Use this as a medium to obtain gifts from the gods."
The missionaries grabbed some incense ash and put it into the water bowl, and the refugees rushed to drink it.
Because drinking it will make you "invulnerable", even warriors are not afraid.
As for whether it is really invulnerable, Wei Luo doesn't know.
But those refugees who drank the fragrant ash water all had their eyes glowing with evil light and howled excitedly.
Immediately, these refugees broke into the homes in this alley.
Not only did they grab food, but soon they started wailing and screaming.
When the refugees came out again, most of them had blood on their hands.
Wei Luo and Liu Changle are rushing to their house.
Passing by this place and seeing the scene in front of me, Liu Changle couldn't help but his eyes trembled and he let out a long sigh.
"Oh--they..."
Liu Changle wanted to scold Pure Fragrance Cult, but when the words reached his mouth, he swallowed them back.
Although Pure Fragrance Cult was behind this disaster, in the final analysis, Great Yin Dynasty's corruption and the collapse of the system are the root cause.
Wei Luo pursed his lips, looked at the group of refugees approaching gradually, their eyes glowing red, and patted Liu Changle on the shoulder.
"It's time to go, otherwise we'll have to work hard again."
Wei Luo After finishing speaking, someone shouted from the refugee side.
"Get 'em!"
The refugees couldn't trap the two of them, so they climbed over several high walls and several ups and downs before throwing away the group of refugees.
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Wei Family, Zhao Family, Liu family, the three houses are almost next to each other.
At this time, the men of the three families also gathered together with weapons and clubs to guard against the refugees.
Fortunately, Sanjiazhai is not in a densely populated area, there is nothing to grab, and there are not many natural refugees.
But this "not much" is relative to other areas.
This area is full of big houses, and Zhao Xiu is blocking the alley with dozens of men holding torches.
In the distance, a dense crowd of refugees had gathered. Zhao Xiu took a quick look and felt that there were at least three to four hundred people.
He couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
Not to mention that the injury on his arm has not healed yet, even if it is fully healed, he may not be able to cope with these three to four hundred people, and there will be a steady stream of refugees coming from behind.
"Uncle Liu, Wei Luo Changle hasn't come back yet?"
Zhao Xiu licked his dry lips, looked at the refugees approaching, and turned around to ask.
"Not yet... It should be soon."
Old Liu spit in the palm of his hand, clenched the hard stick in his hand and replied.
A missionary named Pure Fragrance Cult appeared among the refugees at some point and started drinking fragrant gray water.
Hiss-
Zhao Xiu took a breath, said no more, and just put on the steel claw gloves.
He looked back at the door of his home.
Wei Luo, my mother, Uncle Cao, Yuanyuan, and the female relatives of both families are all watching silently.
There are other First Refinement warriors in the three families, but in a battle of this scale, they can play little role.
"Kill! Rob!"
The sound of the refugees sounding like ghosts crying and howling like wolves.
The two sides collided hard, and in an instant, more than a dozen refugees fell down, but the refugees with red eyes behind them crashed over them like a wave.
Thanks to the Zhao Family, the men from the three families all wear leather armor, and those who have practiced martial arts also have weapons.
But the moment the wave came over, the battle turned into a wrestling match.
The refugees in front had long since turned into corpses, while those behind were squeezing in like crazy people.
In just one minute, the five to six meter wide alley was filled with corpses.
Zhao Xiu's boxing skills seemed to have no use, and they fought desperately, but they kept retreating.
Bang bang!
The refugees picked up short wooden sticks and the like as weapons.
The lethality is limited, but countless sticks fall on Zhao Xiu them every second.
Soon several people fell down and were swallowed by the waves.
"Damn it! Stop it, or we will all die!"
Zhao Xiu shouted wildly, but to no avail, the defense line was still retreating.
Amidst the noise, Uncle Cao rushed out of the house with a hatchet in hand.
Although he is old, he does not intend to die behind his granddaughter.
"Uncle Cao!"
Wei Luo's mother's eyes gradually became moist, and Yuanyuan couldn't help crying.
Zhao Xiu At this moment, his energy is almost exhausted, and he can't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Neither natural disasters nor man-made disasters can be resisted by humans.
But at this moment, two figures jumped down from the wall.
"Wei Luo, Changle!"
God knows how excited Zhao Xiu was when he saw Wei Luo.
The matter was urgent, Wei Luo said quickly without talking nonsense.
"All of you, go back and hold the door shut for me, and leave the rest to me."
Zhao Xiu is a little dumbfounded, leave it all to Wei Luo?
"Why are you still looking at me? Why don't you go back quickly! I have some skills to practice horizontally. Don't worry, I won't die."
After Wei Luo said this, Zhao Xiu felt a little relieved and took the people back to Wei Luo's house.
He had already made final preparations and gathered the three families together.
"Wei Luo, let me help you."
Liu Changle gritted his teeth and said.
"Go back and hold up the door and guard the wall."
After being scolded, Liu Changle had no choice but to grit his teeth, stamp his feet, and retreat.
At this time, Wei Luo looked at the crazy refugees, and the rage in his heart burst out.
He doesn't care where the refugees come from or how pitiful they are.
All he can do is protect the people around him, nothing more.
"Death!"
"Kill him!"
When the refugees saw that Wei Luo was the only one left, they rushed forward.
But what greeted them was not victory, but death.
Layered Wave Force!
Mountain-Sinking Unmoving Technique!
Qi and blood were circulated to the extreme, and Wei Luo's punch was more than a thousand pounds strong.
Poof!
The body of an ordinary person was like paper. Wei Luo's fist punched directly through the person in front of him, and the force he carried knocked over a dozen people behind him.
At the same time, fists, sticks, and blades were hitting him from all directions.
But for beginners of horizontal training, these attacks only made Wei Luo feel a little pain.
Time passed by minute by minute, but Wei Luo still stood there, waving his fists continuously.
Like a rock in the waves, it remains standing despite thousands of waves.
Two quarters of an hour later, Zhao Xiu Liu Changle couldn't help but climbed up the wall and looked outside.
The "ground" has been raised by more than half a meter, and Wei Luo stepped on the corpse.
His figure is like a demon, and anyone who dares to get close will be crushed to pieces.
Both of them were stunned.
In the alley, the blood is soaring.
Wei Luo threw an unknown number of punches, and for some reason, Visualization Diagram appeared in his mind.
The wave of strength belonging to him finally overlapped at a certain moment.
Layered Wave Force, three powers in one!
The power of his fists continued to increase, and the refugees in front of him actually looked a little sparse.
Then he punched out casually, and the air burst out with a crisp sound.
The chest of the refugee who was punched was immediately shattered.
"Ghost... ghost!"
"Run!"
In the firelight, Wei Luo, covered in blood, stepped on the corpse and walked forward.
The refugees who were like "hungry ghosts" were finally killed in fear and fled the place desperately.
Wei Luo finally released his fists and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
Squeak.
The courtyard door was opened, and Zhao Xiu Liu Changle saw that Wei Luo was a little weak, so he rushed out and helped him back.