The bright sunshine clearly exposed Gu Shirou and Wei Congan on the wall of the north city tower to the focus of everyone.
Wei Congan's eyes were half-squinted as he looked at the rumored nine-section whip attached to the black iron in Gu Shirou's hand.
The next moment, the whip was already flying down from the sky.
The oncoming nine-section whip came closer and closer with fierce murderous intent. He unsheathed his long sword and was forced to push it away.
Gu Shirou's clothes were fluttering, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She gently twisted the handle of the whip, and the tail of the whip that was about to be pulled away by Wei Congan suddenly wrapped around the body of a snake, winding up his long knife one by one.
Wei Congan tried to pull out the long knife, but Gu Shirou pulled him back violently. The hand holding the long knife jumped forward together with his body.
Two figures instantly appeared on the city tower. Gu Shirou was as light as a swallow and as graceful as a flying dragon. Wei Congan was forced to follow, stumbling.
For a moment, swords and whips danced.
Wei Congan was obsessed with the long knife in his hand but was restrained everywhere, but the nine-section whip seemed to be integrated with Gu Shirou's right arm, swinging it as he pleased.
With a 'clang' sound, the long knife in his hand almost tossed and fell off.
The nine-section whip rolled up the long knife and retracted it, but at the same time it threw it out, like a dart, hitting his face with a cold light.
Wei Congan bent down and reached out to catch the handle of the knife again, but was almost carried out of the tower by the force of the knife. With almost all his strength, he deflected the direction of the knife and inserted it straight into the long pillar at the corner of the tower.
The tip of the knife penetrated the wood with more than three points.
Wei Cong'an was shaken by the blow just now, and his energy and blood were rolling out of balance. He took out a mouthful of blood, drew the sword with his backhand and raised it to his chest, his eyes locked on Gu Shirou.
At the foot of the city gate, Shi Fuqiu had a panoramic view of Gu Shirou's every move. Every move she made seemed to lift a veil from Shi Fuqiu's memory.
These years of caring for her husband and raising her children did not make her slumped and haggard. Instead, Gu Shirou on top of the tower today glowed with a dazzling brilliance because of the hearty battle that had not been carried out for a long time.
Over the years, she has been like a sword hidden in a box, keeping a low profile and hiding her sharp edge. The world has long forgotten her heroic appearance.
At this moment... the sword is out of the box!
At this moment, Shi Fuqiu admired women like Gu Shirou purely in terms of martial arts.
Women in the capital, especially those who come from the elite, who are not delicate and elegant, can compare with her radiance.
While Wei Cong'an was drawing his sword in embarrassment, Gu Shirou was leaning against the long pillar of another turret. She bent one leg, lifted her chin slightly, her high ponytail was flying in the wind, and her nine-section whip was hanging straight down.
Seen from a distance, the tail of the hair actually echoes the tail of the whip, as if the wind is blowing in the sky and the beauty is unparalleled.
Wei Cong'an suppressed the fear in his heart, soared into the sky, whirled in the air, and waved out a brilliant sword light, like stars falling straight down from the sky.
Gu Shirou's bent right foot tapped the long pillar, his lotus steps stirred the wind, he chased after him like a fleeting glimpse, raised his whip with his backhand, the body of the nine-section whip was attached to black iron, and the faint black light extinguished the lasing. The coming sword light.
Then the nine-section whip was swung, and the tail of the whip shot straight up, like a life-eating black dragon.
Wei Cong'an managed to avoid the blow that curled his neck, but was knocked off his hair. His hair flew wildly, his sword was like a rainbow, and he fought with his wounded body. He swung the sword from bottom to top, and the dazzling light of the sword shot straight up.
Gu Shirou turned her wrist continuously, the whip force struck people, the whip body hissed through the wind and turned into nothingness.
The moment she stood on tiptoe on Wei Cong'an's sword, the tail of her whip was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, and like a python wrapped around him, surrounding him completely.
The moment Gu Shirou raised the knife, his body flipped upside down in the air. He was tough, charming, and heroic. Wei Congan was also lifted up by the long whip and spun around.
The whip was nine sections long, and after nine twists, he fell off the tail of the whip, and an arc appeared from top to bottom of the city tower.
The world was suddenly filled with a sense of desolation and murder.
With a 'bang', Wei Cong'an fell heavily, his bun flying away, and Gu Shirou's whip force caused the snow on the branches to fall rustlingly.
Wei Congan's hair all over his face was mixed with the blood at the corner of his mouth, and he kept vomiting wildly. This scene was extremely sad...
And Gu Shirou, who was standing above the city tower, with eyes as cold as lightning, holding a whip behind his back, this scene was stunning...
"Gu Shirou, it doesn't matter how good you are in fighting alone. When my army breaks through Chang'an, what can you do alone?" Shi Fuqiu saw the frightened expressions of the soldiers. He quickly cheered them up and comforted them without waiting for them to feel fear. .
Gu Shirou walked to the other corner of the tower and picked up the long knife left by Wei Congan just now.
She rubbed the blade of the knife, and suddenly her wrist flipped, and the long knife flew out, frightening the defenders who were about to step forward to check Wei Congan's injury to retreat.
The tip of the knife... grazed Wei Congan's neck and plunged into the snow. Although the blade did not touch any flesh and blood, a line of blood seeped out from his neck.
"As many as you come... I will kill as many as you want!"
There are so many beauties in the world, but there has never been one as high-spirited as Gu Shirou on the tower in front of her.
"You can't defend Chang'an. It's a matter of time. As long as you stay away from the mansion, I will keep you safe in the Zhao mansion." Shi Fuqiu did not want to be an enemy of Gu Shirou.
If she comes forward, there will still be many old members of the Shi family army who will come in the future.
What's more, Concubine Li pointed at General Zhao to regain the new city.
Therefore, Shi Fuqiuqiang suppressed his personal grudges and tried to make peace.
Gu Shirou's red lips secretly outlined a smile, but there was a faint chill, and her eyes were as cold as frozen lake water, especially clear.
She said in a deep voice: "When the country is in trouble, we will not respond without an edict. I swear to be the vanguard and kill the rebels!"
The north wind howled by, making her voice sound even more majestic...
King Mo's soldiers have always seen Xiao Mubai towering over all living beings, and his power is inviolable. Never have I seen such a dashing woman standing alone in front of the tower.
Hot blood flows, boils, and spreads in the chest of every soldier who defends the city, like wildfire starting a prairie fire, destroying the dead and dying...
"Swear to be the vanguard and kill the rebels!"
The chants continued, resounding throughout the North City Gate, drifting farther and farther away, and even the defenders at the East, West, and South Gates. Although they did not know what was happening at the North City Gate, they were inexplicably stirred up and became more courageous.
The rebels at the other three gates only noticed that the people above the city gate were becoming more and more brave as they fought. Wasn't Shi Fuqiu the one at the north gate who took the initiative to invite troops and vowed to break through the city gate first
They didn't know yet that Si Wei Congan, the garrison who came with them, was already lying at the foot of the North City Gate. The garrison was carrying Wei Congan, who was covered with whip wounds and was vomiting blood, and left in embarrassment.
Gu Shirou was not merciful by not killing him. If he was killed with one knife, a second person would still take his place. So many people died in the battle, and they would soon be forgotten and turned into a handful of loess.
The reason why she severely injured and disabled Wei Cong'an was to let the rebels see his miserable condition day and night, so that the morale of the army would be unstable...
(End of chapter)