The screams in my ears were too loud, especially the roar of the trebuchets.
In addition, the wound on the face disturbed his thoughts, and when Zheng Tu realized that something was wrong, the back line was completely chaotic.
"what happened?"
Zheng Tu was furious, he had let some people go to the city to burn, kill and loot.
Don't ask these short-sighted and unusable guys to continue to work hard, but they can't be allowed to hold back.
"Random rammers, slash!"
Zheng Tu raised his eyebrows and shouted, and the other generals also responded in time and gave similar orders.
However, they always relied on the intimidation and coaxing of the holy lotus altar to govern the army. The soldiers who rebelled against the army saw that there was a holy girl among the panicked crowd, and they were suddenly stupid.
The saintess are very conspicuous in white clothes and white robes.
Everyone took a closer look, not only the saintess, but also the protectors of the holy lotus altar and the incense master who used to be invincible in the past. Those who were shouting and running around, apart from a few soldiers who rebelled against the army, were more of the pilgrims holding dharma instruments, blowing trumpets and holding prayer flags.
Except for the Jianghu people who came to vote, the rest of the Saint Lotus altar disciples were carefully selected. They did not have the ability to speak well and have a decent face. It is wishful thinking to take up the position of running errands beside the saintess. Because after being selected, he can also practice boxing and kung fu, and his food and clothing are much better, and he can get close to the saint and the leader, and his fortune is better than others.
At this moment, they were so stunned that they were rampaging like headless flies, and it was these cultists.
The soldiers of the rebel army were stunned for a while, not knowing how to carry out General Zheng's order.
"The demon is here!"
"The demon has set off a demonic wind, and has already taken the leader and Li Hufa... and killed several incense masters..."
"Go to the Temple of the City God, the saintess said that she can ask the heavenly soldiers and generals to exorcise the demons!"
The disciples of the Holy Lotus Altar shouted loudly, but no one dared to move to a place where there was no light.
They have never been to Nanping Prefecture City, and it is late at night. Who knows where the Temple of the City God is? Out of the instinct of survival, they will only run to the brightest place. After all, they are no different from blind people when they are in the dark. Now that the life and death of Master Luo is uncertain, they can only think of the God-given King.
"Xingjun help!"
"Kings-"
The soldiers against the army were also affected, and they turned around in panic.
Those who believed in Ziwei Xingjun's rhetoric couldn't wait to get close to the God-given King.
The saintess and the Dharma protectors were still in shock, and when they found out that something was wrong, they could no longer restrain the congregation.
The talk of demons is like a double-edged sword, and now they have cut themselves back. No matter how they reprimanded them, the holy lotus altar cultists who saw the tragic death of the protector of incense with their own eyes were terrified. Fu shelter, how convinced that the terror of the demon is so powerful now that there is not even the slightest thought of trying to resist.
That's a monster! How can mortals resist
Like a pebble thrown into the lake, the ripples spread rapidly, and the army formation that was originally neatly arranged has now collapsed.
Except for the vanguard who fought furiously with red eyes and some elite soldiers behind them, the rest all forgot about the city gate near Chichi. The threat of demons is even more terrifying. They urgently need someone to stand up and say a few words. A soothing word.
The carriage of the God-given King was inevitably collided, and even though there were scolded saints and a few masters of the holy lotus altar, the panicked crowd rushed in desperately and stretched out their arms to the carriage.
- The crowd was crowded, and countless arms were raised and fluttered and struggled, lining the flames and flames, just like the Yellow Springs Hell.
The "God-given King" on the carriage saw this scene. Even with the mask covering his face, he could still see his eyes full of fear and anxiety.
He couldn't speak, he couldn't move, and he was a puppet who temporarily chased ducks onto the shelves, so he couldn't support such a situation at all.
Under the panic, people almost fainted.
At this time, Zheng Tu also learned the whole story from the personal soldiers, and his expression changed drastically.
After the mysterious knife-wielding expert withdrew the day before yesterday, Zheng Tu estimated the opponent's strength, thinking that the assassin's serious injury might have died, and the chance for the two to join forces to make a comeback again is unlikely, but Zheng Tu still did not dare to take the risk, and the injury was slightly better. To rectify the troops to attack the Nanping Prefecture City.
Unexpectedly... In addition to assassins, the other party has other people
Is it Fengxing Pavilion
Or the Hengshan faction
Countless speculations flashed through Zheng Tu's mind in an instant, and the situation in Jiangnan was not clear.
On the surface, the biggest righteous sect here is the Hengshan faction, and then there is the Fengxing Pavilion, which is implicated in countless news channels, but in fact, the Fengxing Pavilion itself has the trouble of being unclear, and it is inextricably linked with the forces of King Ning in Yangzhou. involve. Jingzhou hides the remnants of Xiliang, and even King Wu is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
"Continue to siege the city, we can't give the Jingzhou army a chance to breathe." Zheng Tu tried to calm his mind, while forcing his subordinates to gather troops and horses.
The other generals also saw that the situation was not good. They thought more than ordinary rebel soldiers. If the army of the God-given King failed here, all the previous advantages would be wasted. Jingzhou was in chaos, but everyone did not get anything on the benefits. They were originally from officialdom in Yizhou, but because of the situation, they abandoned their positions to become bandits and eventually became rebels. They were not satisfied with robbing the people of Jiangnan. Otherwise guarantee.
The generals were secretly ruthless, and they must capture the city, completely defeat the Jingzhou army, and then recruit the fleeing soldiers to expand their forces.
This is feasible. In these years, whoever eats the money and food will sacrifice his life for the family, especially if one person feeds the whole family without worrying about it, how can there be any loyalty at all? As for those idiots whose brains are full of gods and demons, they will be pulled down when they die!
So the generals tacitly tacitly abandoned the "God-given King" and went into battle in person.
The flames soared into the sky, and the smoke billowed.
Zheng Tu believed that Master Yiluo's martial arts were enough to handle all situations.
Take ten thousand steps back and say that you can still escape if you can't beat it.
Zheng Tu only hurt his face. After a few days of adjusting his breath, his internal injuries have long since healed, and if he joins forces with Cult Master Luo, even if he fights the ancestor of Shangqingwu, Zhao Zangfeng, he may not be at a disadvantage...
Damn it! Zheng Tu gritted his teeth and supported his forehead, and he had an ominous feeling in his heart.
Since hitting Huaxian, accidents have occurred frequently, and Zheng Tu has not dared to predict something with certainty.
"Chong."
Something fell from the sky and fell straight in front of Zheng Tu's horse.
The horses neighed in fright, and the people stood up.
Zheng Tu has superb riding skills, and tugged at the reins to keep the horse under control.
When he fixed his eyes on the ground, his eyes suddenly widened.
"What is this?" the soldiers asked each other in panic.
The crowd dispersed slightly, and the people who were squeezed over from the Holy Lotus Altar also saw this object, and they were instantly terrified.
"It's Master Luo's weapon..."
The crescent halberd was inserted upside down in the gap of the slate, and the hanging spikes were dyed bright red. The wide crescent blade was twisted with great force, and the handle of the halberd was broken, and it was directly divided into two parts.
This weapon, which made the experts of the holy lotus altar very afraid, appeared in such a decadent appearance, which seemed to herald something.
"Do not!"
"impossible!"
Everyone roared in disbelief, and Zheng Tu's figure even swayed while sitting on the horse.
Although there is no one in Luo Jiaozhu's halberd, people die and the halberd is broken, but for Jianghu people, the abandonment and damage of the weapon that is famous for it is more terrible than death.
"It's only for a little while, how could the leader... be defeated?"
The people at the Holy Lotus Altar knew best how high Master Luo's martial arts were, and they couldn't even imagine what kind of martial arts realm was needed to kill Master Luo. It's like the mountains and rivers cracking, the sun and the moon are reversed, and it is almost impossible to happen.
"Snapped!"
The second one that fell from the sky was the corpse of Lord Luo who was dying.
Everyone screamed at the same time, and Zheng Tu was even more stunned. He didn't have many trump cards in his hand, and Master Luo was the most important one. Without Master Luo, he had no confidence to fear any martial arts master.
"come out!"
Zheng Tu shouted violently, floated his body, and stood directly on the saddle.
Master Luo's fatal wound was in his heart, and the traces were left by the mysterious master who rescued the assassin.
"Your Excellency has both the ability to kill people and the corpse to be provocative, why are you hiding your head and showing your tail at this time?" Zheng Tu concentrated his inner strength, and his voice kept reverberating for half a mile. Everyone felt a buzzing in their ears, dizziness, and unsteady standing. .
Zheng Tu looked reckless, but he was actually 100% alert, his eyes scanning back and forth on the nearby buildings.
Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a roof ridge.
A silhouette stood silently in the shadow on the side of the roof, the autumn wind was bleak, and the clothes were flying.
The ghost who arrived at an unknown time, in the sky-high flames and shouts of killing, pressed the handle of the knife, and the moonlight reflected on the blade.
It was a bleak and unpredictable curved blade, and it was not stained with the slightest blood. People were more like rocks and pine willows, Xiao Shu was agitated, and there was no murderous intent. Zheng Tu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he seemed to hear the sound of Huangquan's bell, and the ominous omen became even stronger.
Intuition accompanied Zheng Tu through the arena in his early years and outperformed countless rivals.
He got up almost subconsciously and hurriedly retreated to the rear right.
Only hearing the screams of miserable voices, Zheng Tu was standing there, and the horse's back was full of flesh and blood.
"It's a pity that the horse is good."
Meng Qi sighed, and instantly there were more than ten lines of purple sword light in front of him, all of which were illusions left by the sword move too fast.
A dozen or so white-robed saints and the protector of the holy lotus altar burst with blood and died on the spot.
Zheng Tu has already jumped up the roof, turning his palms and slashing horizontally, facing him without a sharp edge.
He knew in his heart that if he couldn't make it through tonight, he would not talk about other things.
Zheng Tu doesn't use weapons in the arena, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have secret tricks.
He turned between his palms, both hands holding the finger tigers, and the sharp blades at the knuckles of the five fingers flashed cold light.
The space required for boxing is extremely narrow, and the weapon in Mo Li's hand is a short knife, which makes the two of them close to each other. Missed something.
However, the situation was far less thrilling than they had imagined.
Sixty moments with a flick of a finger, nine hundred births and deaths in one instant, dozens of strokes passed in a blink of an eye, Wufengblade and Zhihu did not meet once, including Qi Jin and no collision, only the tiles under the step shattered.
"The more brilliant the swordsmanship and swordsmanship, the more traces you can follow. Just like a melody, a string song has a score, and one wrong sound destroys it all.
"It's hard for others to resist, often because they don't have a firm will, no deep inner strength, and no quicker shots to constantly resolve them."
Zheng Tu couldn't stop sneering, his roots may not be as good as that of Master Zhao Zangfeng, but his martial arts talent lies in breaking moves and breaking moves.
"You can't kill me, unless you forget the swordsmanship you practiced day and night. Unfortunately, the meaning of the sword is an instinct that is integrated into the flesh and blood of Jianghu people. Even if the move is abandoned, the meaning of the sword itself will not change."
The finger tiger turned again, and the cold light was like the dawn of the night sky.
The two figures were as fast as electricity, and could not be distinguished by the naked eye, and the surrounding tiles were like rain falling.
In such a close confrontation, with such a quick move, no one else could intervene at all.
Meng Qi raised his eyes and looked around, suddenly holding a sword and cutting off an old man's hand that was stretched into his sleeve, only to hear a loud bang, smoke and dust erupted in place, and the old man and several people around him fell into a bloody mess.
"It turned out to be the Thunder Hall."
The masters of the holy lotus altar knew that they were not good, and they did not care about other things, and fled in all directions.
The battle situation ahead was chaotic, and there were panicked and crowded clerics and soldiers against the army everywhere. Even if Meng Qi used 100% of his effort, it was impossible to kill all the Saint Lotus altar masters scattered among tens of thousands of people in time.
This is also the idea of the people at the Holy Lotus Altar.
Run, as long as you are lucky, you may not be the one who will die.
The bandage on Zheng Tu's face came loose, revealing deep and shallow wounds, and his expression looked even more distorted.
"It's a wonderful sword intent, yin and yang go hand in hand, and live against the dead. You are really a good opponent! I guess, you are the one who... killed my master?" Zheng Tu laughed wildly, causing the wound to bleed, and he said with hatred. , "Professor of the Xuanhu Divine Physician, and Master Meng Guo of the Chu Dynasty?"
"boom."
There was only a muffled sound, and several figures flew upside down and fell into the crowd.
Meng Qi stopped and saw that those were the people who had successfully escaped from the Holy Lotus Altar.
At the end of the fire, a group of people holding a whisk, carrying a long sword, and walking backwards.
Then I heard a long and leisurely moan, and the sword was unsheathed.
"Pin Dao finally caught up."
The Taoist priest took a step forward with his sword, the sword light passed, the blood rained, and the cold and solemn voice spread all over the place: "Tianshan sent Ning Changyuan here to join the evil demons of the holy lotus altar, and today is the time for you to wait for the head of the owl. ."