Chapter 225: Xu 7an sacrificed (3

The call to kill immediately sounded, the Hu Benwei guarding outside and the traitor of the Five City Soldier Masi began to fight, bowstrings, fire guns firing, weapons colliding...
Clearly spread to everyone's ears.
There are rebels far away, and dream witches close by. This is a desperate situation that makes the faces of all the fighters ugly, and their hearts sink to the bottom.
Fortunately, they are all experienced fighters, accustomed to seeing blood and fighting, and are determined.
"Protect Jiang Jinluo and the governor to enter the inner hall." Yinluo, surnamed Zhao, shouted, and he drew the knife.
Jiang Luzhong grabbed the other's sleeves, trying to say something, but the silver gong said before he could speak:
"Boss, I know, Dream Witch is not good at melee combat. As long as he doesn't get hair and flesh and blood, he can't use the spell."
Tang Yinluo grinned: "Yes, boss. We can't beat the fourth-rank martial artist. Isn't the fourth-rank dream witch still good? That's too shameful."
The gongs couldn't help but feel relieved to see the bosses so confident.
Dream Witch's methods are weird and bizarre, and they are not good at frontal combat. As a gong, they only know a thing or two.
Unexpectedly by the gongs, Jiang Luzhong didn't let go. The golden gong, who was like a in daily life, could not even stand still, but he still grabbed the sleeve of the silver gong.
"Go!" Jiang Luzhong said.
Zhao Yinluo turned his head and grinned: "Boss, you let us take the governor, this is not enough."
Jiang Luzhong shook his head: "You can't leave with the governor, I'm letting you go."
"Jiang Jinluo, how do you know that you will lose if you don't fight a game?" A Tongluo said, as if to cheer himself up, he said loudly.
Zhao Yinluo pulled back his sleeves abruptly, and Jiang Lu staggered.
Tang Yinluo supported him and sighed, "...When we return to the capital, you will invite us to a bar."
In the end, the silver gong did not speak, and held his fist towards Jiang Luzhong.
Zhao Yinluo raised the knife with one hand, took off the crossbow at his waist with the other, pulled the trigger, the bowstring banged, and the sharp arrow shot away in anger.
Boom boom boom...
The rest of the players tacitly carried the crossbow and fired.
Becoming a puppet, he snarled in front of the prefect, letting his crossbow arrows shoot into his body, and the tip of the arrow came out from behind.
"Die to Lao Tzu!"
Zhao Yinluo leaped high and flew horizontally over ten feet amid the sound of cracking blue bricks. The standard long knife in his hand burst out with air that distorts the air.
puff.
He was a puppet and chopped in half on the spot, and the blood line danced wildly, trying hard to piece him together again, but he didn't succeed.
The Prefect of Dream Witch avoided the blade light flexibly, and the sharp blade aura tore the ground, spreading to the steps at the entrance of the lobby, making a loud "bang".
The attacks of the other two silver gongs followed. They leaned over and ran, dragging out the afterimages, and cooperated with each other to kill the dream witch.
At the same time as the attack, the two silver gongs had information about the wizard system in their minds.
Dafeng occasionally conflicts with the Shamanism. Below rank 4, including information on shamans of rank 4, it is very detailed in the yamen.
Ninth-rank wizards can refine living beings into puppets, supplemented by secret techniques to stimulate their potential, and burn their blood, so that an ordinary person instantly has extremely strong combat power. The more you improve, the faster the blood burns until the oil runs out. .
At the same time, the ninth grade wizard can also stimulate the potential of the companions around him, also at the cost of burning essence and blood, so it is called "blood spirit".
The ability that the eighth-rank wizard masters is curse, based on birth date, personal objects, and flesh and blood body fluids as the medium to curse and kill the target person. Therefore, the eighth grade wizard is called "curse master".
The advantage is weird and unpredictable.
The disadvantage is that you can only curse and kill targets whose realm is lower than their own.
The title of the seventh-rank wizard is a "spiritual medium", and can manipulate corpses and ghosts. Whether it is Dafeng or the monster race in the north, they have all suffered from spiritual mediums on the battlefield.
Six-rank wizards are called "gua masters", who are proficient in hexagrams and seek good fortune and avoid evil. A wizard of this realm can be described in two words: stubborn and stable!
Describe in one sentence: as stable as an old dog.
You don't need to look at the almanac when you go out, you only need to count a hexagram to know the good or bad today.
The fifth rank wizard is called "Zhu Ji", who can summon the ancestor's battle spirit through rituals and possess him. If the summoned battle spirit is a martial artist, then Zhu Ji is a martial artist. If a Taoist priest, then the sacrifice is a Taoist priest, and so on.
The limitation is that only war souls of the same level can be summoned.
The fourth grade wizard is the realm of the prefect, the "Dream Witch", walking in the dreamland, killing people invisible. The most effective way to meet Dream Witch is not to sleep.
"If you don't give him the opportunity to arrange the ceremony, if you don't give him the opportunity to ask the battle spirit to possess him, you can win!" Zhao Yinluo encouraged himself.
At this moment, he heard the whispering voice and turned his head to look at it. It was a neglected official. He cut his wrist and drew strange and complicated formations on the ground with blood.
He muttered obscure and profound syllables.
Zhao Yinluo's heart sank.
In the next moment, a powerful energy was born from the prefect, and a black smoke rose above his head, vaguely like a vague figure.
At the same time, the blades of the two silver gongs cut.
The long knife cut the clothes and slashed on the prefect, erupting a harsh metal crash. The black smoke above his head shook.
Copper skin and iron bones.
"Who told you that the ceremony must be arranged by the wizard himself? Actually, puppets can also be used."
The dream witch, with the face of the prefect, sneered, raised his hand and held the necks of the two silver gongs.
With a "click", the two silver gongs died instantly.
Killing two silver gongs for a fourth-rank martial artist is as easy as pinching two ants to death.
"Asshole!"
In the lobby, there was a heart-piercing roar, like the roar of an old beast on the brink of desperation.
It was Jiang Lizhong who was incompetent and furious. His eyes were red and his face was distorted with anger.
The living gongs were frightened, and finally realized that the silver gongs were just boosting morale.
Wizards are indeed not good at close combat, but the fourth rank is the fourth rank, and the realm gap is as big as a chasm. The so-called not good at close combat is compared to other systems of the same grade.
"Counsel what?"
Zhao Yinluo shouted, and the trembling gongs were aroused.
At this moment, this silver gong, who is proficient in eating, drinking, and gambling, still holds his sword, like a warrior who is going to die calmly.
"Two incense sticks time, we have to fight for Jiang Jinluo two incense sticks time, it's still early." Zhao Yinluo shouted.
"Noisy."
But the reality is cruel. A dream witch disguised as a prefect, raised his hand, the aura gathered in his palm, and pressed down forcefully.
Shock waves are born in the air and ripples spread.
Including Zhao Yinluo, all the beaters hit their chests, vomiting blood and flew upside down.
Only a single move will destroy all of them.
Jiang Luzhong seemed to have known all this for a long time. He closed his eyes, but now there was no anger, because everyone would be able to meet in another world soon.
Dream Witch clenched his fist again, and the time to ask the soul to be possessed was limited, and he did not intend to talk any more nonsense with Jiang Luzhong.
After all, the next step is to control Baidi City, gather mountain bandits, and attack various prefectures and counties. Yunzhou must be defeated before the imperial court can react.
The Witch God Sect has been plotting for several years, and today is the time to harvest the fruits.
With a punch, the air machine rubbed the air, roaring Shen Xiong, and hitting the direction of the lobby.
A figure stopped in the middle. It was Zhao Yinluo. He held a long knife with both hands, lowered his waist and straddled it, roaring and cutting out a knife.
This should be the pinnacle of his life.
The knife gas collapsed, the long knife exploded, the bronze gong on the chest broke, and the terrible Qi machine propelled Zhao Yinluo into the lobby, and the whole lobby was "banged".
Jiang Lu's center was also shocked. He crawled over anxiously and hugged his dying subordinate in his arms.
The moment he touched Zhao Yinluo, Jiang Luzhong knew that Huitian was weak. No part of his bones was intact, and so was his internal organs.
Sitianjian may have a panacea to bring back the dead, but Yunzhou does not.
The reason why he didn't die right away was probably Takeo's last stubbornness.
Zhao Yinluo has always been a very stubborn person, always going his own way, repeatedly violating Jiang Lu's orders, just like shaking his hand away just now.
"Do you have anything else you want to say." Jiang Luzhong whispered.
Zhao Yinluo's blood-stained face forced a smile, full of blood on his gums, and intermittently said: "Boss, I actually have another concubine this year, 18 years old, so tender.
"But I'm afraid you know that I didn't dare to raise it at home. You often call us a few silver gong secret meetings and make repeated orders. The amount of money you can greedy cannot exceed five hundred taels each year. money.
"Did you know that some of us are laughing at you privately, even we have to formulate regulations on corruption, and there is only you in the whole world. We have a few silver gongs and listen to you on the surface, but in fact we should be greedy behind the scenes. Otherwise, how can you raise so many concubines... Sorry, boss, let you down.
"So, don't be sad for people like us. According to the rules set by Wei Gong, I should be dragged to Caishikou and beheaded.
"Old Tang likes to drink. If you can survive, remember to pour him two more glasses of wine every year during Qingming...
"Finally, the last request...I, I don't want to die in a foreign land, take me back to Beijing..."
The spirit in Zhao Yinluo's pupils disappeared.
"Hey!" Governor Zhang sighed and rebuked himself: "The official is careless, the official is careless..."
"What's the use of saying this right now?"
Jiang Luzhong said this with a smile, but the sadness in his eyes couldn't be hidden, and it flowed violently, turning into rolling tears.
Dream Witch walked slowly and smiled cheerfully: "To be honest, we don't actually plan to split Yunzhou, support bandits, hoard the army, just a well-prepared dark game. It should be used when it is most needed, not Now it is.
"Although Zhou's experience has found problems with the account books, according to our plan, it is just to push Yang Chuannan out of the crime.
"Unexpectedly, Qi Dang was so stupid and exposed the secret of cooperating with us. It invited you.
"What surprised me even more is that a small gong can actually do this step, which completely disrupted my plan. I can't do it, I can only start with you and occupy Yunzhou in advance. If you hate, you hate the surname Xu. Gong Gong, if it weren't for him, you wouldn't have to die.
"Now, you go one step ahead, I will pull out the gong and kill it."
When the voice fell, two strong winds suddenly struck, and Dream Witch raised his hand and shattered the two cold arrows.
On the wall, stood a tall and upright gong, holding a magic weapon crossbow gifted by Sitian Supervisor Song Qing, but now it has become a mortal thing.
It can only shoot three times in its lifetime.
"Is Xu Qi'an just not showing up like this, taking a bite of "the gong"?"
There was blood on his body, but it was all other people's blood, all the way in.
After Xu Qi'an finished speaking, his eyes fell on the two dead silver gongs, and on the bronze gongs that were seriously injured and could no longer fight, and the cynical escaping temperament precipitated quickly.
His eyes were dark and expressionless.
.......
At the west city gate, a silver light fell from the sky, and it was nailed to the city wall with rumbling, broken bricks shot in all directions, and dust rose.
Wearing a soft armor with fish scales, a high ponytail, and a scarlet cloak violently inspired behind him, Li Miaozhen stood on the barrel of the gun, staring at the soldiers with bows and arrows.
Shen said: "Why close the city gate?"
Number three... Xu Qi'an was right. The city gate was indeed closed, but Li Miaozhen did not recklessly break the city and kill people, so he came to the city to question.
"Qiang..." A general drew out his sword and pointed at Li Miaozhen with a halberd: "Killing is without mercy."
He didn't even explain, he just started.
Then there is nothing to say, Li Miaozhen's eyes were sharp instantly.
Beng Beng... In the clear sound of bowstring vibration, dozens of arrows shot at Li Miaozhen.
She didn't dodge and avoids, she tapped the tips, and a gust of wind drilled out, entwining the arrows and changing their flying rules.
The arrow brushed Li Miaozhen past, and the archers became masters of body strokes.
"Keng!"
The flying sword on Li Miaozhen's waist was unsheathed and turned into silver lightning howls, wandering past the neck of a guardian soldier, reaping lives wantonly.
Da Da Da...The sound of dense horseshoes came, and the Feiyan army galloped in, and the dust was billowing.
Four centurions in the Bronze-skin and Iron-Bone Realm led the great leaders of the Refining God Realm to kill the city head, and cooperated with Li Miaozhen's flying sword to reap the guardsmen.
"Master, you haven't used the flying sword for a long time..." The female ghost Su Su fell on the barrel of the gun lightly, and hugged Li Miaozhen's waist from behind.
This flying sword is a magic weapon bestowed by Taoist Heavenly Sect to Li Miaozhen. It is rarely used in ordinary times, but every time it is taken out, it means that Li Miaozhen is in a bad mood.
"I'm very angry." Li Miaozhen said.
"Due to the assassination of the governor?"
"No, it's because of a bitch."
"..."
Su Su furrowed her good-looking brows, and stopped talking. Did she forget that she was a saint of Heavenly Sect? The tenet of Tianzong is too unhappy, not happy or sad, but in the past few years, Li Miaozhen has become more and more impulsive and hateful.
She abruptly mixed herself into the Feiyan heroine who was anxious for justice.
The title of Feiyan Swordswoman, in large part, is that this Feijian is as light as a swallow and kills no one. Secondly, she is anxious for justice, and wherever there is injustice, she flies to wherever she goes.
The Feiyan Army once again demonstrated its invincible combat power and quickly cleared the city guards. Then, a copper-skinned and iron-boned military man slammed open the city gate.
Li Miaozhen jumped up slightly, his body fell, and then he held the spear, pulled it out forcefully, and fell to the ground with it.
Under her leadership, the Feiyan Army entered the city.
......
"There is a way to heaven, you don't go, has no way to cast yourself." After a brief astonishment, Dream Witch laughed.
Click! Xu Qi'an leaped off the wall, holding the black gold long knife that Jian Zheng sent him, gritted his teeth and said: "It is you who should go to hell. You are the son of a bitch."
"Xu Ningyan, what are you doing here?" Jiang Luzhong's expression changed drastically, "Are you special mother to die? You can't save us, go, hurry."
Am I still leaving.... Xu Qi'an said in heart.
He really couldn't leave, because Dream Witch locked him, and was slowly making a fist, the black smoke above his head was slightly bulging, as if he was accumulating energy.
"Ning Yan, you..." Governor Zhang closed his eyes, "Why are you doing this."
Xu Qi'an didn't panic at all, communicating with the monk Shenshu in his heart:
"Master, help me kill this person."
"Grandmaster?"
"Fuck, master, are you still there? Don't play with me."
"Master, I'm pretty..."
Fist Gang rushed forward, and the wind and thunder roared in his ears.
When it was, a sigh spread throughout the audience: "Holding the moon and picking the stars, there is no such person as me."
Under Xu Qi'an's feet, a pattern lit up, raising a translucent barrier.
"boom!"
The air machine exploded on the surface of the barrier, and the sound of the explosion was deafening, and the blue bricks spread on the ground were immediately set off with a shocking momentum.
The hall of the chief envoy collapsed in half.
After the long tinnitus passed, Xu Qi'an heard Jiang Luzhong's roar: "Yang Qianhuan, you are also in Yunzhou, why did you stand idly by, why didn't you just take action?"
Xu Qi'an suddenly looked back and saw a figure in white clothes standing with his hands behind and facing them.
For Yang Qianhuan's appearance, he didn't feel any surprise, he just wanted to say: You dead ghost, you are finally here.
Xu Qi'an had long suspected that the warlock who had taken Liang Youping was a certain senior brother of Sitianjian, and it was most likely Yang Qianhuan.
as expected.
I, Yang, has been acting in his life, why do I need to explain it to others? Yang Qianhuan came up with this sentence in her heart, but did not say it, sighed, and explained:
"I came to Yunzhou to take the command of my teacher, and I wasn't here just now."
The task that Jianzheng gave him was: optimistic about Xu Qi'an.
Where Xu Qi'an is, he is there.
When several silver gongs were killed, he was not there.
"I'll take you away." The formations spread under Yang Qianhuan's feet, covering Xiang Xu Qi'an, Governor Zhang and others.
"Humph!"
Dream Witch stepped on the crack pattern, "Yang Qianhuan, you are not qualified to save people in my hands."
Yang Qianhuan's reply was: "Holding the moon and picking the stars, there is no such person as me."
"Arrogant!" Dream Witch's goat beard trembled, as if angry.
"Can you go?" Yang Qianhuan's voice sounded in Xu Qi'an's ear, "I can only take you away. If there are too many people, the formation pattern will be destroyed if it cannot be formed."
Xu Qi'an picked up the corner of his mouth: "You have another way to take this guy away."
"There are hundreds of rebels outside." Yang Qianhuan warned.
"I know." Xu Qi'an replied.
After a short silence, Yang Qian said, "Okay."
He stamped his foot forcefully, and the formation pattern spread rapidly. This time, only Dream Witch was enveloped. When he just reacted, the two disappeared.
"Bring out of the city to fight." Xu Qi'an shouted toward the sky.
Did not get a reply.
Xu Qi'an took the two bodies of silver gongs into the lobby and placed them gently at Jiang Luzhong's feet, "Sorry, I'm late."
"You shouldn't come." Jiang Luzhong said solemnly.
I'm here anyway... Xu Qi'an wanted to play with it, but when he reached his lips, it turned into a bitter smile.
The gongs helped each other into the inner hall, meditating and vomiting to heal their injuries.
Jiang Luzhong glanced at the surviving gongs, his eyes were somewhat relieved, but the vague fighting sound from outside had come to an end, which made him realize that everyone was not out of danger.
"What's the situation outside?" Governor Zhang looked out of the lobby.
"There are about four or five hundred rebels. When I came in, Hu Benwei was completely damaged."
The gongs opened their eyes, their eyes were the same, filled with despair.
"Never mind, nothing more..." Governor Zhang gave a sorrowful laugh: "It seems that the catastrophe is inevitable, the official has the emperor's grace, and Wei Gong's request."
"You live up to them, you are down to the three dead silver gongs." Xu Qi'an glanced at him, got up and walked to the threshold.
"Ning Yan, let's go. With your combat power, you can get away from the back hall." Jiang Luzhong red eyes and urged:
"Keep rolling, hurry up, I will die here today with his subordinates. You are the person Wei Gong likes. If you want to die here, Wei Gong will dig my grave."
"Hopefully, as long as we keep going, we will have rescuers." Xu Qi'an had seen the rebels in his line of sight, and they attacked.
He looked back and bowed his hand to Governor Zhang: "The Governor is a good official. Although he has a stomach of bad water, he puts the people ahead in his heart. I hate this world, but I am very happy to see a good official like you. . So I don’t want you to die."
He then handed over to Jiang Luzhong: "Jiang Jinluo is a good superior, and Jiaofang is a good hand at drinking flower wine. If there is a chance in the future, I will ask you to go to Jiaofang, and see which oiran is not good. "
He looked at the corpses of the three silver gongs: "No matter what kind of people they were before they were alive, at least when they died, they did not live up to the three words of beating a man."
Finally, he clasped his fists and raised his head, "Wei Gong treats me like a mountain and treats me preferentially. When there is no reason to enjoy the benefits, he rushes to the forefront, and when he encounters danger, he shrinks behind."
After speaking, he closed the door of the lobby.
Jiang Luzhong moved slightly and shouted hoarsely: "Ning Yan!"
A bronze gong trembles, muttering: "No way, no way, he is attacking the refinement, he can't hold it..."
Governor Zhang stood up tremblingly, and fell down as soon as the weak wind blew, but he stood up firmly, facing Xu Qi'an's back, deeply intently.
They couldn't see the situation outside, but in the sound of bow and crossbow firing, in the sound of weapon collisions, and in the noisy shouts of killing, the youth chanted passionately:
"Youth chivalrous, make friends with Wudu Xiongs. The liver and gallbladder are pierced, and the hair is towering. In the conversation, life and death are the same. A promise is worthy of gold."
.....
Xu Qi'an guarded the entrance of the courtyard, raising the sword with his hand, and the sword with his hand... the rebels came to kill one, and two to kill the other.
In the long knife produced by this oral supervisor, the armor is as fragile as paper, let alone flesh and blood.
At first, I still felt uncomfortable, and I was full of fear for the blood on his hands, but when I killed more, I became numb.
Most of the rebels are ordinary people, and occasionally there are a few masters in the refinement realm. For Xu Qi'an, who has a strong aura and half-footed into the realm of refining the gods, there is actually not much difference.
However, he couldn't stand the tactics of the crowd, and his own state was really bad. After beheading a dozen people in one go, Xu Qi'an gradually exhausted his stomach, his arms were numb, and he lost consciousness.
The most troublesome thing is the bow and crossbow, these things are intensively shot, and they can't be held by a knife.
Fortunately, there was a bronze gong tied to his chest. When he was not able to hurt him, Xu Qian tried his best to fly the cold arrow that shot towards the face door, and the rest of the place was just as it was.
After beheading fifty people in one go, Xu Qi'an reached the first limit. The Qi in his body was exhausted, his eyes were black, his spirit was like a dry pond, and he would pass out in a coma in the next moment.
After he passed this limit, he was surprised to find that a new spring gushed out of the dry pond, nourishing the soul.
The surrounding scenery became clear, the soldiers' hideous facial expressions, bulged muscles, and the traces drawn by the swords...all the details were accurately captured and imprinted in their minds.
.... This is the realm of refining gods, a realm of refining gods that can surround everything?
No, it hasn't reached the limit yet, it can continue to break through.
Live to death!
Xu Qi'an suddenly understood the meaning of the monk Shenshu.
Sleeplessly squeezing the soul is itself a kind of life to death. But it was not enough. If the primordial spirit was compared to a piece of iron embryo, the promotion of ordinary warriors to the realm of refining gods would be equivalent to hammering only once.
What Xu Qi'an is doing now is repeatedly beating, tempering the soul, breaking through the limit on the edge of life and death again and again.
After beheading a hundred people, he once again faced the limit. After the force passed, a new spring emerged, and his spiritual power once again advanced by leaps and bounds.
"No, I can't hold it anymore...Smelly monk, I'll leave this life to you, don't fool me... There are still a lot of girls who figured out in the capital. ......"
After killing two hundred people in one go, Xinquan did not continue to gush out because Xu Qi'an died after exhaustion.
The rapid growth of the soul has nothing to do with the physical body. He squeezed the primordial spirit again and again, in fact, he squeezed the body again and again, the primordial spirit had new springs gushing out, but the body did not.
The killer finally stopped waving his sword and stood stunned. But the rebels did not continue their offensive. They held their sabers and looked terrifying, vigilant, and frightened. They were terrified of being killed.
"Shoot him with crossbow arrows." A voice shouted from the crowd.
Boom... the bowstring vibrated, and the crossbow arrows shot out. I don't know if it was exhausted or emotionally nervous. The crossbow arrows that were originally shot at the center of the eyebrows turned off and flew over Xu Qi'an's scalp.
But the rebels cheered.
"He's dead, he's dead... Hahahaha, this dog is finally dead."
"Chop him, chop him to avenge my brothers."
Swarmed.
But at this moment, a flying sword came through the air and swept around the crowd, beheading the soldiers in the front.
Immediately afterwards, four samurai like gods and demons broke through the wall and led a group of soldiers to kill in.
There were still more than three hundred rebels at this time, but facing this atrocious soldier, it was no better than leeks. Life was harvested one by one, and the soldiers fell one by one, and the strong smell of blood was disgusting.
The Feiyan army, who had cleaned up the rebels, saw an unforgettable scene.
At the entrance of the courtyard, a young man stood proudly, with arrows all over his body, and a corpse at his feet. He stood on the corpse hill, holding a knife.
There is no breath of life.
Standing in front of him, Li Miaozhen, wearing a scarlet cloak, was a little lonely behind him.
Li Miaozhen, who was originally full of resentment and anger, had fantasized about meeting again, and must teach him severely, at this moment, he was like a throat.
Li Miaozhen's eyes were red: "Sorry, I'm late."
"Miaozhen..."
A centurion came over, but his eyes stayed on Xu Qi'an.
"Wow." He stood straight on the spot, his scales collided, and fisted towards Xu Qi'an.
Wow...More than four hundred Feiyan troops clasped their fists at the same time, and they were uniform.
They didn't even know who and what was the name of the boy standing at the entrance of the courtyard. But they respect from the heart.
"Go in and see if the governor is alive or dead."
Li Miaozhen's voice was slightly hollow.
"Yes!"
The centurion bypassed Xu Qi'an and ran into the courtyard.
Behind the crowd, Su Su, who was all over the country, stood quietly in the corner, staring at Xu Qi'an in a daze.
"Are you stupid...."
.....
哐...
The centurion opened the door and saw the guard sitting cross-legged on the floor, and saw Governor Zhang, who was intact but pale.
A look of despair appeared on everyone's faces.
The centurion was taken aback, and said hurriedly: "Under the Feiyan army, Li Hu, you are saved."
Feiyan Army? !
The fighting people looked at each other. Although they didn't understand why the Feiyan Army appeared here, the shouts of killing from outside did stop.
They are saved.
Survival from desperation
"Huh..." Governor Zhang staggered, the tight string finally relaxed, he firmly supported the table, and didn't let himself fall.
"Where is Ning Yan..." Governor Zhang asked, "Where is the one outside, the gong?"
The beaters who had escaped from the dead looked over.
Suddenly, Baihu was a little evasive, afraid to look at their eyes. They had hope in their eyes and a desire to get good news from their own mouths.
"He... died in battle."
......
Governor Zhang rushed out of the lobby, walked through the courtyard, and came to Xu Qi'an.
But what he saw was only a broken human figure, with arrows and stab wounds all over his body, showing no signs of life.
For no reason, the last chant of the youth echoed in his ears:
Young chivalrous, make friends with Wudu Xiong. Hepatobiliary cavities, hair shrugging. In the talk, life and death are the same. Great promise.
Great promise....
At this moment, the governor sat slumped on the ground, tears running down.
.....
Outside the city.
Rows of crossbows fired, the bowstrings echoed clearly, and the artillery fired with deafening rumblings.
A series of patterns lit up under Yang Qianhuan's feet, with different functions. Sometimes the arrow was wrapped in strong wind to increase its penetrating power, or to change the rules of operation to chase the enemy.
Sometimes flames are summoned to increase the power of the cannonball explosion. Sometimes it is purely summoning the sky thunder to kill the enemy.
"I am proficient in thirty-six types of formations, 20 of which are attacks and kills. Kill you ants, but with a snap of your fingers." Yang Qianhuan coldly snorted:
"But if you take back the previous sentence..."
"What?"
The Dream Witch, who has summoned the battle soul several times, is embarrassed. Even though he is incomparable, he cannot reach Yang Qianhuan, who has mastered the teleportation array.
"You just said that I want to save people in your hands. It's not qualified. Man, you successfully aroused my anger."
"What about taking it back, so why not taking it back."
"If you take it back, you will leave your whole body, and if you don't take it back, you will be turned into ashes. You wizards are not good at attacking and killing. The battlefield where the bodies are piled up is the wizard's home field. As for this, I have the final say."
"I want to go as much as you can't stop."
Dream Witch slapped a hand in the air, and the shot of the shell exploded. He was pushed back by the feverish air wave, bleeding from the corners of his mouth.
"Now Governor Zhang and Jiang Luzhong are dead. When the army hoarded in the mountains arrives, you will only have to escape back to the capital in a dingy way."
Having said this, Dream Witch suddenly felt his heart palpitations, he frowned, and while backing away, he pinched his fingers to calculate.
For the Gua Master, heart palpitations are a sign in the dark.
"How could it be..." Meng Wu exclaimed in exclamation.
He counted the danger, and the danger came from Jiang Lizhong. However, he should have died now, without any vitality.
Before the action, he had a hexagram, and the hexagram indicated that today will be very smooth. But even now, everything has changed.
The hexagram indicates a big evil omen.
Who blocked Tianji?
"Boom boom boom..."
At the end of the horizon, a figure rushed towards him, he was still in the distant horizon for a moment, and the next moment was near.
It was Jiang Luzhong with a hideous face and red eyes.
The violent energy surged like a sea tide, indicating the boundless anger of the owner.
......
Post station, hall.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao stayed in the hall, and only one gong was left upstairs to guard the prisoner.
The two men's sabers were placed on the table, no one spoke, and they sat silently. This atmosphere had been maintained for half an hour.
Suddenly, the auricles of the two moved together, and they heard the sound of wheels, and stopped at the gate of the post.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao grabbed their sabers and ran out. They saw Governor Zhang in the courtyard, the gongs, and Li Miaozhen with a high pony tail.
With sadness engraved on their faces, they were silent.
"Where is Ning Yan? Where is Xu Ning Yan?" Song Tingfeng looked around in the crowd, but did not see any of his colleagues.
"Outside," a gong whispered.
Song Tingfeng "cocked" in his heart, and rushed out desperately. Then, he saw Xu Qi'an in the carriage outside the station.
There was a robe on his face, and Song Tingfeng could recognize him because of the unique knife.
Song Tingfeng stretched out his hand, shaking, and tore off his robe.
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Song Tingfeng stood there, lowered his head, maybe five or six seconds. Suddenly, "Ah..." a heart-piercing howl came out.
"Sorrow..." A gong walked over with tears in his eyes.
"Get out!" Zhu Guangxiao kicked him out.
Song Tingfeng was still wailing there, "I'll go to your mother's festival, my brother is gone, you let me be sorry...you pay my brother back, and my brother...oh oh oh..."
......
In the gray world, Xu Qi'an saw the small temple again, and there was a handsome young monk sitting in the temple.
"Master..." Xu Qi'an said angrily, "I seem to be dead. I want to greet all the women in your family. Is it convenient?"