"The Jingzhou army is about to lose its hold."
Meng Qi glanced at the city head with a strange tone.
Even if they disturbed the formation of the Heavenly Granted King's army, killed the people at the Holy Lotus Altar, and destroyed the Eight Bull Crossbow, the Jingzhou Army, which was rotten to the root, couldn't help it.
The rebel elite launched a ruthless siege.
These former Yizhou soldiers suffered enough of escaping and defeat in battle.
They wandered to the barren mountains and roared and gathered as bandits, and there was no big fish or meat, and sometimes they had to dig weeds in the mountains to make a living.
Perhaps the rich and prosperous in the south of the Yangtze River would not be so miserable. A random robbery can be enjoyed for ten days and a half months, but what about the future
The government always comes to encircle and suppress it, and the people from the rivers and lakes will also come to ask for trouble. The better thing is to knock it out or get beaten up. Maybe you can get a leader with strong martial arts, but you will be called to drink and watch others drink and eat every day. Meat, not as good as when I was a soldier.
King Tianshou had included them, and some people were fooled by pretending to be a ghost. Compared to believing in Ziwei Xingjun, what lingered deeper in his heart was desire.
- I don't want to live a precarious life anymore, I want to be the official they envy, command hundreds of people, have money in my pocket, have a farm, and marry seven or eight wives.
The people who have been soldiers in Yizhou have even more thoughts. The Jingzhou army is their past. They have already escaped on the battlefield once, and they found that there is no way to live if they escaped. It is useless to have money alone, you must be an official. If you give it a try, you will be a big fish in the second half of your life. After 18 years of losing the bet, you will be a hero again.
They've had enough of the days of bereaved dogs!
"kill!"
One side fought for their lives, the other was cowardly, and the battle situation was uncontrollably tilted towards the King of Heaven.
The dignitaries in Jingzhou had already prepared their carriages and called for their superiors to run for their lives after the city was destroyed.
It was precisely because they refused to hand over private soldiers to defend the city that King Jing was furious, and the nobles of the aristocratic clan rejoiced that they still had a chance to live.
The private soldiers raised by the rich and powerful are extremely powerful, capable of riding horses and fighting night battles, and their full armor and swordsmen are sharp enough to protect them from rushing out.
It's just that so far, there are not many things that can be brought.
The city of Nanping County was full of desperate cries, scenes of life and death in the deep house compound, some people just wept silently, some people tried to keep up, but were mercilessly pushed off the carriage by the owner.
This beautiful woman who was surrounded by Zhu Cui and Ling Luo Jinxiu in the past fell into the mud.
With only silver notes and no gold and silver, and leaving her daughter and even the youngest son behind, who can take care of a beautiful wife and concubine
- If the carriage is too heavy, the hope of escape will drop sharply.
If it wasn't for the fear of being accidentally injured by a cold arrow, those who could ride horses would not want to be a carriage at all. What would the thieves do if they thought there was gold and silver in the carriage and rushed to kill them like crazy? At this time, the less eye-catching, the safer it is.
"Alas, Jingzhou is over."
An old man sitting on a carriage said with a painful expression.
His son hit the horse without turning his head to look at the crying wife and daughter behind him.
"Is there a place for us in Yangzhou? I'm afraid that when we get there, we will inevitably be ridiculed and won't be able to make a comeback."
"It's useless to talk too much, let's talk about escaping your life first!"
King Jing sat alone in the palace, looking at the maid who was busy escaping for her life, and suddenly burst out laughing like crazy.
His grown-up sons had already left him, and he planned to run away from the mansion, leaving only a bunch of wives and concubines and a few underage children in the palace.
No one expected that the outer city would be destroyed on the day the rebel army came.
When King Jing went to the top of the city to check, he was carried down unconscious, and the last string on everyone's heart was broken.
"...fire? Not good!"
Meng Qi's pupils shrank outside the city, and ignoring the cold arrow, he jumped forward again.
The Zifengjian charged and swayed in front of him, and all of a sudden, the energy was violent, and the flames were dotted.
The torches in the hands of the rebels flew up one after another, accompanied by the bloody fingers that were cut off one by one, as if a round of purple moons with red flames rose in place, volleying into the sky and falling to the densest crowd.
There was a loud bang, and the ground sank three feet.
The soldiers against the army didn't have time to shout, their bodies were like sacks, they flew out heavily, and then slammed to the ground without any response.
"This-"
Ning Changyuan was dumbfounded.
He had never seen swordsmanship that wasted his inner strength like this.
No, no top expert dares to use such tricks at will in the army. Isn't this courting death? Internal power is not infinite, and people always make mistakes, it is not a joke to fight with one enemy.
But I have to say that this is a good way to break out of the siege among the ten thousand armies.
Ning Daochang looked down at the sword with a condensed expression, and precisely avoided the hidden weapon flying behind him.
Looking at the grim-looking Saint Lotus altar master who was slowly surrounding him, Ning Changyuan held a sword flower and calmly said, "It seems that you have already figured it out, come on!"
"Arrogant! Do you think you can stand up to so many of us? Let me tell you that Pili Hall is already lying in ambush in the dark." A faintly green skull.
"The best sword in the world? Hmph, die!"
There were people in all directions at the same time, and the strong wind blew the loose hair under the crown of Ning Changyuan to his forehead, but those sharp eyes did not blink.
The sword was faster than a man, and pierced into the ribs of a man on the right.
Ning Daochang suddenly exerted force, and his wrist was reversed, causing the sword edge to get stuck in the seam of the bone, and then "drag" the man over and swept in front of him.
Those vicious and vicious attacks all fell on this unfortunate ghost, killing him on the spot.
Without waiting for everyone to react, Ning Changyuan exerted his strength again, and his inner breath shattered the guy's ribs along the sword's edge.
"you!"
The sword stayed rosy red and burst instantly, and a bloody arrow shot out from the neck.
The sword energy is cold, it is snow on the cliffs of the Tianshan Mountains, and the sky is cold and windy.
"Trash, let this old man come!" The withered old man slammed the skeleton staff in his hand.
The crowd hurriedly backed away.
The wooden stick brought up a smelly, sweet and unpleasant wind, and even the internal force emitted by the withered old man had a strange gray color that could be discerned by the naked eye.
When it was affected, black and gray spots appeared on the skin of the soldiers against the army, and then they kept scratching, and the bleeding marks immediately festered and screamed.
"Southern Border Gu technique."
Ning Changyuan frowned and smashed the flying insects with the sword wind.
One after another, the artillery fell into the crowd, and the rear formation gradually became empty, while Meng Qi broke into the front formation, killing three generals in a row.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the rest of the generals of the Heavenly Granted King jumped into the crowd to escape under the support of their own soldiers.
Meng Qi simply swung his sword and slashed at the gorgeous carriage. The two saintesses in the carriage hurriedly blocked and parried. One of them broke his arm at the elbow, and the whole person rolled off the frame like a blood gourd. The wheel, the disciples of the Holy Lotus Altar who were driving the carriage panicked and whipped the horse, the carriage tilted suddenly, and the terrified "King of Heaven" kept his seated posture and fell off the carriage.
Without waiting for Meng Qi to capture him alive, and without waiting for the remaining saint to save him, the puppet was stomped on him by the horse pulling the cart, and his chest was sunken.
The surroundings seemed to be quiet, and the saintess in the car was so anxious that she slashed the horse to death with one palm.
"The calamity cannot be crossed, and the sky has no eyes."
She threw her hairpin away, covered her face with her hair disheveled, and rushed towards Meng Qi.
But halfway through, the man flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and Meng Qi couldn't catch up at that speed without light effort.
Meng Qi was stunned, these daring scum in his eyes were far less of a threat than the generals under the command of the God-given King.
Besides, the saintess thought she was smart, but she might not be able to make a living.
"boom."
A great force swept across, and the Holy Maiden was lifted up by the majestic energy just as she fell into the darkness.
This time it was a real fall, and people fell directly into the wall.
The next moment, the wall collapsed into rubble, Zheng Tu's face was blue, and he snorted coldly: "Fleeing before the battle, you can't be redeemed!"
The good situation created by painstaking efforts is about to be lost, but Zheng Tu restrained his anger and used twelve points of effort to fight Mo Li. Not only did his moves become more and more fierce, but as time went on, he became more and more able to adapt to Mo Li's sword intent. .
"Do you think you won?"
Zheng Tu sneered repeatedly, as if foreshadowing something, and there was an exclamation below.
Mo Li frowned and glanced at it, only to see the fire in the city becoming more and more obvious.
Inside the city, not under the city walls.
"The embankment of a thousand miles has collapsed in the ant's nest, and the House of Hundred Searches is burning with smoke. Jingzhou has long been a broken house with a gap. Even people from Xiliang can bite a piece of meat from here." Zheng Tu made no secret of his tone. The ridicule in the room laughed, "The surprise attack rushes, Chen Bing is under the city, and the attack is endless... Just like this, they can be defeated!"
King Jing, who was abandoned by his subjects and his son, set fire to the mansion in despair.
Those officials and family members who were also left behind were afraid of being kidnapped by bandits.
Yet many more wanted to live, only to be coerced to commit suicide together, or to escape with blood or flames.
- It is clear that the rebel army outside the city is in chaos, and the general trend is about to go, but people are killing each other inside the wall.
The rebels can be eliminated, but the human heart cannot be saved.
Those cries were suddenly close at hand, lingering in Mo Li's ears, and the knife in his hand slowed down.
It was this opportunity that Zheng Tu was waiting for.
The figure turned into a gust of wind, and in just a split second, claw marks like a net were left on the wall behind Mo Li, and they entered the wall for three points. As Mo Li retreated rapidly, sections of walls and houses collapsed. .
The ground shook again and again, Zheng Tu was overwhelmed, and sarcastically said: "Where is your companion? Why did the former national teacher avoid seeing you, and leave you alone to face a thorny enemy like me, he is too much to you. Have confidence, or don't take you to heart at all?"
Mo Li closed his eyes, his eyelashes drooped, just as the battle group reached a bright spot with firelight, half of his face was cast into shadows, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.
Zheng Tu suddenly felt bad, and then saw Mo Li let go of his hand.
Abandon the knife.
With the help of the remaining energy, Wufengblade actually swirled around the finger tiger several times.
The icy sharp edges collided and sparks burst out, making Zheng Tu unable to go any further.
The trend of the continuous retreat of the black carp came to an end, and it suddenly exerted its strength. I saw that his right foot suddenly stood still, holding back the slump, the ground where the sole of the boots stepped was cracked with several deep scars, the airflow was violent, and the sand and dust filled the sky.
He saw the flame dragon soaring in the night sky, shining for a hundred miles.
All this happened very fast, Zheng Tu just knocked down the bladeless sword, and saw the flames skyrocket.
There was a figure in it, gathering qi with bare hands, pointed sharp awns, and raised a long white light.
"you… "
Zheng Tu was eager to block, but what came to him was—
Sword intent
I don't know if it's the flames blowing in front of my eyes like the daytime, or the sword intent like the blazing sun, but seeing the sky hanging down and the clouds wide, I feel awe-inspiring.
The move deduction is wrong, and the gap immediately appears.
Immediately, Zhihu, together with his right fist, shattered like a burnt clay piece by piece, his arm was broken, and his defense was lost. Zheng Tu's "sword" in his right abdomen, like a sandbag, smashed heavily to the ground.
With a loud bang, Zheng Tu's bones were broken in half.
Their battle situation terrified everyone, and the soldiers stopped inside and out for a while, and everyone retreated in fear.
The severe pain awakened Zheng Tu's drowsy will. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he couldn't move at all, and no one dared to approach the big pit where he fell.
"How could it be... a sword?" Zheng Tu did not mistake the person who made the last move, and because of this, he couldn't believe it.
That is the perfect sword intent, the mighty power is like a blazing sun in the sky, and it has the potential to look down on the world.
This is not a sword move that can be used casually, a sword intent that can be understood.
And a master with a knife, using such a sword move with his bare hands
Zheng Tu spit out a mouthful of blood with difficulty, still puzzled.
In the distance, Daoist Ning looked at Meng Qi with a strange expression, and the latter was keenly aware of it, showing a smile that was not a smile.
Mo Li was expressionless, he was the one who stood closest to Zheng Tu.
"It's a person you've never fought against. Until just now, he deliberately concealed his sword intent, using only skill or internal strength to swept the opponent, so naturally you can't figure it out."
"No, you... use a knife..."
"I only know this trick, but when I first met, I..."
Mo Li swallowed back the words behind in time.
It's a sword that amazes me too.
When Pingzhou met for the first time, Lienzhan swept more than 400 li one day and one night.
- There are such masters in the world, such sword intent.
This is the case, in the end, Meng Qi, who is indistinguishable from me.