Conceited Immortal On Campus

The Fire God Zhu Rong looked at the group of ordinary people in front of him, as if he was looking at a group of ants blocking his way.    

In fact, they claimed to be Gods, and didn't approve of human beings in the first place.    

"Being born like ants and seeking death, even after a long time, the humankind still hasn't changed."    

Fire God Zhu Rong's eyes were calm. He looked at the countless number of bullets that were tilted, and continued to walk slowly.    

"Extremely stupid!"    

When the third round of bullets was falling to the ground, a hint of impatience finally showed up on the Fire God Zhu Rong's face.    

He looked at Chu Mei and the others. Behind him, the scarlet-haired divine figure trembled. At this moment, hundreds of strands of scarlet-red hair were directly shaken off.    

As the divine figure stepped forward, many scarlet red hair shot towards the group of soldiers like sharp arrows.    

All the soldiers saw this scene, and some of their arms trembled. This was the instinctive fear of death.    

No one wasn't afraid of death. It was just that there were some things that one couldn't be afraid of.    

Even though some of the bullets were slanted, no one took a step forward.    

However, that fear was hard to control. At that moment, a loud and clear voice was heard.    

"China!"    

This was the officer who was about fifty years old. He looked at the incoming red light and stood at the top of a military vehicle. The two words that were as heavy as a thousand kilograms were like thunder, suppressing the sound of bullets raining down and also suppressing the howling wind.    

China!    

These two words stunned all the soldiers.    

These two words were not only their duty, but also their faith.    

"China!"    

A soldier holding a sniper rifle suddenly opened fire and shouted angrily.    

When a soldier by the side heard this, his eyes could not help but turn red. The fear on his face had turned into an unprecedented determination at this moment.    

"China!"    

The third time, almost none of the soldiers on the scene shut their mouths and shouted at the same time.    

What they were talking about was their country, their home, and their responsibility.    

Their home country was built by their iron bones.    

Home country, even if they were unafraid of death, they were also unwilling to take half a step back.    

Duty, faith, at this moment, all the soldiers were no longer afraid, even if they were facing death.    

The Fire God Zhu Rong seemed to have sensed the will of these soldiers, but he still didn't care. The way he looked at those soldiers was full of contempt.    

No matter how ambitious an ant was, it couldn't change the reality of an ant.    

No matter how strong a swan's heart was, it was impossible for it to travel three thousand miles per day under the shaking of its wings.    

If one could change everything just by relying on their will, then that would truly be a joke.    

In the end, it was just a self-deception!    

The Fire God Zhu Rong slowly walked forward. Just as the numerous scarlet hair approached, numerous sword lights suddenly descended from the heavens and the earth like a rain and slashed towards the numerous scarlet hair.    

Chu Mei moved. With the help of some of the injuries that she had recovered in this short period of time, her hands, which were stained with her own blood, started forming seals.    

The jade sword floated in the air, and numerous strands of sword qi shot out explosively from it.    

She was protecting these mortals who were unafraid of death.    

Boom, boom, boom...    

Wisps of red hair collided with the sword radiance like cannonballs colliding with one another.    

All the soldiers could barely open their eyes under the raging tide. However, some of them still shot at the Fire God Zhu Rong.    

They were also doing their best. Even though their efforts were insignificant, they knew that the Fire God Zhu Rong was the Fire God Zhu Rong, the Fire God Zhu Rong, the Fire God Zhu Rong, the Fire God Zhu Rong, the Fire God Zhu Rong, the Fire God! This battle was like a mayfly shaking a tree.    

The officer standing on the armed vehicle firmly grabbed the roof of the vehicle. He would rather die than fall down, and he was willing to be the flag of the soldiers under his command.    

Unfortunately, Chu Mei's strength was limited in the end. She was no match for Zhu Rong, the Fire God, and now, she had suffered such a serious injury.    

Under the red hair, the sword light finally broke apart, and a stream of red light landed on the soldier.    

The chest of a soldier was directly blasted into pieces, and blood gushed out like a fountain, falling to the ground.    

Even until his death, he did not bend his knees in the slightest. He was like a white poplar, and a standard spear fell straight to the ground.    

Chu Mei's eyes were slightly red. She gritted her teeth and shouted angrily. Sword light fell from the jade sword again.    

It was too late. The rays of red hair pierced through the sword qi and rushed towards the group of soldiers.    

Many soldiers looked at the red light that looked like the arrival of death. At this moment, their faces were calm.    

However, at that moment, the sound of a sword could be heard.    

In their eyes, an old man appeared out of nowhere.    

The sword case behind Qian Loongquan had already been opened. In his hand, Loongquan's treasured sword was in his hand.    

He looked at the many red hair and took a step forward. The energy of heaven and earth surged, and the Martial Arts Golden Core within his body was revolving.    

The cold light of the sword was like an eight feet crescent moon as it slashed towards the many scarlet hair.    

Boom!    

The sword light landed on the scarlet hair, and the deafening sound caused Qian Loongquan's face to turn red.    

"Break for me!"    

His angry hair flew in the air and he suddenly let out a furious roar.    

Under his roar, the red hair that was charging towards the soldiers was finally cut off.    

Chu Mei had already used up most of her power. Even if Qian Loongquan's power was as different as the difference between the heavens and the earth between Zhu Rong and the Fire God, it did not mean that they did not even have the slightest bit of resistance.    

Dozens of red hair had been cut into pieces. Qian Loongquan's eyes were filled with blood, which showed that he was not relaxed at all.    

Yuwen Tianyu appeared on both sides of Qian Loongquan. He was holding chess pieces in each hand. It could be seen that these chess pieces were made of demonic silver.    

There were some formation patterns on them. He was moving his fingers continuously. There was a black Martial Arts Golden Core power on these chess pieces, and it welcomed the many scarlet hair.    

His eyes were focused as he looked at the Fire God Zhu Rong, who was so powerful that he had no chance of winning. He still stood at this place.    

On the other side, Wang Annjia held a saber in his hand. He stepped forward and, wrapped by the power of martial arts, slashed at the remaining scarlet hair.    

His body left many afterimages in the sky. When Wang Annjia stopped, there were strands of cut hair around him. There were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth.    

At that time, he had been injured by the rebounding force, and his Inner Palace had been shaken.    

Lin Minghee stood in front of the many soldiers. He looked at the three old men, and at this moment, a smile appeared on his face.    

"Lin Minghee, tell them to leave!" Yuwen Tianyu said. He looked at Lin Minghee and said, "Don't be afraid of death. Their lives are their lives."    

Lin Minghee looked at the three of them and wanted to refuse. After all, even if Yuwen Tianyu and the other two attacked, it was almost impossible for them to stop the Fire God Zhu Rong.    

"Let's fight as long as we retreat. Don't do meaningless casualties, and don't make them give up on the battle!"    

Yuwen Tianyu said. He looked at Lin Minghee and said, "Stop him and stall him. Only then will we have a sliver of hope!"    

"At the very least, we can wait for reinforcements to arrive!"    

Lin Minghee focused his eyes and suddenly said decisively, "Retreat. Continue shooting every ten meters!"    

His shout stunned the officer.    

"This is an order!"    

Lin Minghee said without turning his head. Yuwen Tianyu and the other two looked at each other as the soldiers followed their orders.    

"It has been a long time since we fought together. Unfortunately, the enemy this time is stronger!" Yuwen Tianyu said softly. "Last time, the three of us fought together. It was that great demon from the South Sea that came out. Lin Yuncang invited the three of us to help, right?"    

Wang Annjia and Qian Loongquan stood there. Qian Loongquan smiled. "Stop talking nonsense. I wonder if the two of you can still use the Triple Armored Combat Array."    

Wang Annjia smiled proudly, "That is passed down from the ancestors of the Chen family. Remember it!"    

As soon as his voice faded, Wang Annjia took a step forward. Wiping off the blood at the corner of his mouth, he held his saber and stood in the southwest direction. The long saber in his hand slowly rose.    

Following the momentum of his saber, the surrounding natural energy faintly moved. The wind and clouds changed and gathered towards him.    

Wang Annjia's furious hair fluttered in the air. He looked at the Fire God Zhu Rong, an invincible existence. A tiger roar could be faintly heard from his body.    

On the other side, Qian Loongquan also took a step forward. He took a mysterious step. Every step he took left a black footprint in the air, which did not disappear for a long time.    

Until he appeared in the northeast direction of Wang Annjia. He held his sword with one hand and stood there. The Martial Arts Golden Core energy in his body surged, and the wind and clouds in the sky also gathered towards him.    

There seemed to be a violent wind colliding with his body, and the sound of a dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.    

Behind the two of them, Yuwen Tianyu raised both of his hands, and his long sleeves bulged.    

Wisps of Martial Arts Golden Core power swept out, turning into a chessboard, taking the three of them and placing them on the ground.    

In the sky, Chu Mei stared at the formation of these three people, and her eyes became serious.    

"Killing formation! No, it should only be a corner."    

"Even so, it is enough to double the strength of these three people. Furthermore, they can attack and defend each other."    

"With Yuwen Tianyu as the target, Wang Annjia as the target, and Qian Loongquan as the defender."    

Chu Mei could vaguely see the profoundness of this battle formation. Her heart was as clear as a mirror. It was likely that it was also from that Ancestor Chen.    

The three Martial Arts Golden Core experts stared at the ancient god as he walked over.    

Chu Mei held the jade sword horizontally and consumed another red pill the size of a soybean.    

Even if the result was certain, it was destined to be a battle of defeat.    

However, the four of them still stood there and did not leave, guarding the border.    

Within the Concealment Pact, there seemed to be a loud shout that drifted into the clouds.    

"China!"    

Those were the words of the three old men. They were the leaders of the three thousand-year-old families. Martial Arts Golden Core Stage was regarded as a land god by the people of the world.    

Mortals were fearless, and they believed in China.    

How could they run away in fear?     0

China was also their homeland. How could they allow them to grow...    

Trample outside!