Super Game Upgrade Summoning System

For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world had quieted down, as if only the sound of the rotating gun barrel could be heard faintly.

"What, what is this!"

"Is my eyes not blurry? Why did that ship suddenly disappear?"

A large ship of dozens of meters, thousands of sailors, just evaporated like this?

What a powerful force!

Everyone was in an uproar when they saw this scene. How could the Ming army fight with such a powerful weapon!

However, there were many people who were clear-headed.

"Such weapons must have limitations!"

Sure enough, the ghost cannon entered the cooling time. Amid the rumbling sound of artillery fire, Jiaolong San soared into the sky and roared: "Li Mufan, if you have the ability, fight us with real swords and guns!"

"Relying on strange and lewd skills, what kind of hero are you!"

Li Mufan laughed and said, "You are just relying on your numbers. If not, would you dare to speak so arrogantly?"

Jiaolong San was choked when he heard the words, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Everyone saw the fighting power of the Ming army. If they fought with the same number of people, the coalition fleet would be wiped out by the Ming army in an instant.

After a moment of silence, Jiaolong San suddenly sneered: "Yes, your Ming country is strong, but so what?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. My Jiaolong army has landed and it won't take long for us to kill into your human city."

"If you slaughter my army here, I will kill all of you humans and let you return empty-handed!"

"What!"

Everyone was in an uproar again. Tianheng Continent is a place where the weak are preyed on by the strong. Although this move is despicable, it also consumes the population of Ming invisibly.

On the deck, Jiang Chen frowned and said, "Brother, there are so many big ships on the opposite side. If we continue to fight like this, I'm afraid our people will be killed!"

Li Mufan's face was gloomy. He looked coldly at Jiaolong San in the air and said in a deep voice, "I'll ask you one last time, will you let go?"

Jiaolong San laughed and said, "Let go?"

"If I let go, how can my Jiaolong tribe gain a foothold on the mainland in the future!"

"Don't you think so!"

Hearing this, the psychic masters of the coalition laughed, and the old man of the Fire Marten tribe said in a deep voice, "Li Mufan, today I will let you taste the pain of the people being slaughtered!"

The major forces on the mainland all showed contempt when they heard this.

But they knew that unless the psychic realm took action, the millions of human beings trapped in Liuzhou would have to explain.

Li Mufan's face became more and more gloomy, and he suddenly sneered, "Since it has come to this, it's not my fault."

As he said, he waved his hand, and the storage bag flashed.

There were suddenly many red iron barrels on the decks of more than 100 Ming army warships.

"Fuel barrels?"

A Qiang and Cui Hua, who were watching the battle on the construction site, looked at each other and smiled strangely.

That day, Li Mufan brought out tens of thousands of fuel barrels from the space. He was originally planning to deal with the Demon Fox Clan, but unfortunately he never used them.

He flew into the air and shouted: "Listen, lift the fuel barrels!"

The Ming army immediately carried the fuel barrels on their shoulders.

"Throw!"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Most of the Ming army sailors were colonists, and their strength reached the seventh level of the body refining realm. They threw them with all their strength.

I saw countless iron barrels drawing parabolas in the air and throwing them towards the densely packed warships of the coalition forces.

"Fire!"

The hunter and the mechanical centipede raised their guns, and the ship's guns roared.

Tens of thousands of fuel barrels were detonated almost at the same time!