Chapter 12 Cruel Cooking

The fiery red river flows in the dark sky, which is like tearing a huge wound from the sky, and bright red blood is flowing from the wound, which is the blood of the hell demon.

Although human aircraft are protected by reinforced iron plates, they are actually as fragile as porcelain in children's hands. Even a group of birds may crash a plane, not to mention thousands of hot and burning flying swords!

There was no suspense. The fire river poured into the black flying brigade, and the fat and clumsy bombers were blown up like firecrackers, spectacularly like a grand fireworks show.

Many planes exploded before touching the fire sword, because the ammunition and gasoline they carried were detonated by the hot heat of the fire river. After a large circle, the thermal missile was attracted by the heat of the fire river and dragged the trail back to the middle of the aircraft, but the pilots and shooters will no longer return for these missiles. I felt helpless, because they had been roasted into people by the heat of the fire river first.

If there is anything more fragile than the plane in the sky, it is obviously the mortals in the plane. The high temperature emitted by the river of fire exceeds 600 degrees Celsius. This temperature is not enough to melt steel, but it can turn it into a horrible killing tool. Suddenly, a luxurious cooking banquet was staged in the sky. Every plane that has not yet exploded in the river of fire turns into a hot oven, and the human beings in it become the best cooking ingredients in the oven.

The firing of cannons thousands of years ago seemed to become popular in an instant. Those drivers, who were most of their bodies were glued to the fiery steel plate and screamed, looked at the fireballs on both sides with envy. At that moment, their only hope was that a flying sword could fortunately penetrate their eyebrows.

He Xin obviously had the experience of slaughtering mortals. He also knew that roasting to death and sword penetration are two different concepts. For these guys who destroyed the Wanjian Peak of Wuyin Mountain, it was obviously too kind for a sword to penetrate the eyebrows. He deliberately avoided the flying sword in the river of fire from the plane. He wanted to slowly roast these at high temperature. Mortan.

The Fire River turned into a fire lake, a flame lake quietly following the movement under the flight brigade. He Xin carefully controlled every flying sword in the Fire River and tried not to let go of a plane. He looked like a chef who was focusing on frying dumplings.

Zuo Qiaofeng, Hu Yueniu and other monks of the Flying Sword School floated in the air and looked at the purgatory-like scene in front of them, with a cruel smile on everyone's face.

Luo Han witnessed all this through the soul servant. His face was expressionless, but the anger in his heart was like a huge wave. The cruelty of the monks was indeed proportional to their cultivation. He Xin insisted on slowly roasting them, and no other monks would have an unbearable expression. If this group of evil monks go to the edge city, I'm afraid that the fate of millions of residents in the city will not be much better than this group of pilots in the sky.

Luo Han stuffed a few elixir into his mouth and swallowed another drop of spiritual liquid. At the same time, he held Lingpo in the palm of his hand and quickly flew to the gorge border city. He must rush to save his parents before the floating spirit sword was sent to the gorge border city.

Most of the bombers in the sky have lost their ability to fly, mostly gliding by inertia, and some of them fell into the valley out of balance, ending the torture of the crew early.

Suddenly, the soul servant found that the abdomen of one of the bombers was opened and a huge warhead was put down. Is it a nuclear bomb? Luo Han's heart moved, and the soul servant immediately stuck to it.

"Blow up! Blow it up! Me! Fuck! You! Mom! Of! Son of a bitch! Explosion for me!"

After the soul servant approached the warhead, he immediately saw more than a dozen soldiers "sticked" to the deck on the abdomen of the bomber. These soldiers' clothes and skin were burned and glued tightly to the iron plate, perhaps to complete the task, or to end their pain. These soldiers endured the severe pain and stabbed desperately with iron bars. The nuclear bomb wants to explode this nuclear bomb.

An officer carried a Type 15 automatic rifle (the latest automatic rifle developed by the Gorge Border City in 2015 after the catastrophe). He tried his best to pull the rifle from his back (sticked to the flesh and blood on his back) and shoot at the nuclear bomb crazily, but the bullet hit the big iron pimple without any effect, soon The high temperature blew up the Type 15 in the soldier's hand, and the bullets flying everywhere quickly killed several "lucky people", while the other soldiers continued to suffer.

Suddenly, a bullet hit the hook of the nuclear bomb. The unbearable hook in the high temperature fell off, fell out of the abdomen and fell into the valley.

At that moment, the dead soldiers saw the nuclear bomb fall and thought that it would explode if it fell at such a height. They actually burst into cheers. I don't know if they were cheering for their fireworks-like life.

Looking at these soldiers who were blurred and gradually losing their breath, Luo Han felt a bleakness in his heart. These soldiers thought that they had finally put down the nuclear bomb and at least a fatal blow to the monks of Wuyin Mountain at the cost of their lives. Unfortunately, they were once again played with by the god of fate, and the falling nuclear bomb was likely to be fundamentally It will not explode, because the explosion of a nuclear bomb requires high-energy compression of atomic nuclei to produce nuclear fusion. There must be a complete start-up process. This hastily falling nuclear bomb will basically only cause material leakage and will not produce a nuclear fusion explosion.

The soldiers stuck to the plane working overtime stared at the falling nuclear bomb and were soon blinded by the dazzling river of fire, so they turned their ears to listen to the explosion until their eardrums were also burned through. They curled up on the deck like black peat and finally turned into a burning fireball.

He Xin took action to destroy the whole flight brigade for less than a minute. In the end, no plane could escape He Xin's Fire River Flying Sword, and no ammunition hurt the hair of the monks of the Piaoling Sword School. The nuclear bomb that fell from the belly of the plane did not explode, but crashed into it like an insignless iron ball. In the valley, the nuclear material leaked in it will turn dozens of kilometers into a place of death, which is of course not effective for senior monks.

"Brother Zuo, I'm careless. Please transfer me to be a striker to attack the gorge border city!"

He Xinfei returned to Zuo Qiaofeng and asked to fight with a ashamed face.

Zuo Qiaofeng smiled and said, "Brother He, it is supposed to have some arguments during the discussion. Our Piaoling Sword School has been able to reproduce for so many years. Isn't it just by relying on everyone to work together and be outspoken in case of trouble? Don't put the argument just now in your heart."

He Xin nodded, waiting for the arrangement of Zuo Qiaofeng, the frozen sword Lv Feng, Lei Liejian Lei Qiaoyan and Feng Kuang Jian Zhang Kuang no longer complained, and looked at Zuo Qiaofeng and waited for him to arrange the task.

Zuo Qiaofeng looked around the five brothers. Everyone was very warlike. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, Hu Yueniu, Lv Feng and Zhang Kuang, the three of you are good disciples and follow me to the gorge city."

Hu Yueniu, Lv Feng and Zhang Kuang gladly took orders and flew to one side to draw a spiritual charm to summon disciples.

"Sister Lei, in order to prevent mortals from making another sneak attack in the lower world, you led 200 disciples to guard Wuyin Mountain, only allowed to defend and not attack, and wait for the master to leave the customs."

After Zuo Qiaofeng finished speaking, Hu Yueniu saw a dissatisfied look on Lei Liejian's face and added with a smile, "Sister Lei, you are the only female disciple of the master. He usually loves you the most. When he goes out of the customs, he must be furious when he sees the tragic situation of Wuyin Mountain, and only you can calm his anger."

Lei Qiaoyan turned angrily into a smile: "Brother Hu, as for your sweet mouth, how can I have a problem with the task arranged by Brother Zuo? Qiaoyan took the order and must guard Dujian Peak until the master comes out of the customs."

He Xin couldn't help but go out to attack the city and guard his home. Why hasn't he alone arranged it? Is Zuo Qiaofeng really grudge and doesn't plan to arrange tasks for himself? If the master goes out of the customs and knows that he has done nothing at the time of the survival of this mountain gate? In the future, my position in the sword school will definitely plummet.

"Brother Zuo, don't you really want to leave me alone?" He Xin looked at Zuo Qiaofeng suspiciously.

"Ha ha, Brother He, don't worry. You also have an important task to do."

"Brother, please tell me!"

"From here, there is a city of mortals in the southwest. According to the disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain, that city is the second largest city nearby, and there are also many mortal armies in the lower world. Originally, there were some tribes supplying spiritual stones near this city two months ago. I don't think they can stay when the army is destroyed, so please ask your brothers to destroy them in one fell swoop. With the power of your brother's fire river sword, slaughtering the city is just a trivial matter.