Chapter 202: Sword Fight

The sun was scorching that day, and the unit that had infiltrated Leopolds City changed into black clothing. The cropland outside Leopolds City had long been deserted. After many wars on the other side of the river, it was like ruins. The walls on all four sides were dilapidated, but outside and in the city, nearly 200,000 people gathered. The scene was spectacular.
The crowds rode on the plains and kept approaching Leopolds. Here was the holy city of Zoroastrianism and the three major areas where the Prophet Zoroaster preached. When the Datang army was strong, the influence extended to it once, and then the Sassanid dynasty collapsed, and the Tang army continued to retreat east .
Hong Jun has regained his peace and put the previous thing aside for a while. After all, Artai ’s life and death are more important to himself now. Only Li Jinglong followed his horse and exchanged glances with Qiu Yongsi from time to time, worrying that this was just the tranquility before the rain.
In the city of Leopolds, the temple has been destroyed. On the altar square, which can accommodate 100,000 people, there is a huge mural on the north side. On top of it is the of light Alahu Mazda granted Zoroastrian fire ring In the scene, the mural is a giant full-body sculpture of Zoroaster. The head has long been destroyed, and one hand is stretched out, symbolizing the vast light.
Li Jinglong and others turned and dismounted, looking towards the center of Yingluosi. Seven days ago, Basi had sent a message to the entire crescent valley to destroy the Holy Ring in Yingluosi and executed the last person of the Isai family who tried to recover.
"Come here." Li Jinglong had investigated the terrain of the city and planned a route. The city was crowded with people. They first sneaked into a residential house. A middle-aged man in black appeared in the house. When they saw them inside, they unmasked them.
"This is Lashan." Li Jinglong said to everyone, "Zoroastrian."
The middle-aged man made a gesture, which was the meaning of flames. Qiu Yongsi asked Li Jinglong with his eyes. Li Jinglong nodded to believe that he said, "That day he took us to find Artest."
"Amman hasn't entered the city yet." Lashan was able to speak Chinese, slightly stiff, and said, "Bath will show up at the highest point of the sky when the sun rises. What about the brother you said?"
"It's him." Li Jinglong patted Hong Jun's shoulder and said, "You are responsible for severing Bath's arm with a flying knife and unraveling Artest's chain."
Hong Jun hummed, and Lashan said: "You can ambush, follow me."
"What about children?" Lashan noticed Chen Feng and said again.
Chen Feng replied: "I will follow them and will not make trouble."
"You're so good." Lashan laughed and handed Chen Feng a dagger, saying, "You can protect yourself."
The dagger was bigger than Chen Feng's arm, and Yuzhou picked him up, attached the holster with the dagger behind him, and used it as a dagger. Lashan took them out along the market. At that time, there were many people. They were all dressed in black, like guards who came to patrol. They were lined up in a row, and they swayed, and no one questioned them.
"I saw him." Hong Jun whispered.
Leaving the market, and going along the broken stone road, it is the Temple of the Claudius and the square in front of the temple. In the center of the square, Zoroastrian left holding a scepter of the ground, and his right hand pressed in front. The scepter stood like a stone pillar, while Artest's clothes were torn and his hair was covered with blood, and he was tied to the scepter and hung his head.
Under the altar and in the square, there were crowds full of people who came to witness history.
"Go." Qiu Yongsi urged, "Don't stay longer."
Lashan took them to a remote place, Zhao Hongjun said: "Please follow me."
Lashan reached the side of the temple and threw the rope. Hongjun and Yuzhou took Chen Feng and climbed up to the side of the temple. Arriving on a hidden platform, everyone was hiding under the shadow of the sun, and the situation on the square was clear. Before the altar, the land where Artai was bound was exposed to Hongjun's range.
"I wanted to give it to Mo Rigen," Li Jinglong said. "But it's safer to give it to you if you think about it."
After all, Li Jinglong does n’t know what weapon Basi will bring. If it ’s an unusual magic weapon, I ’m afraid that Morigen ’s nail head and seven arrows are difficult to restrain, and it seems that the chain that locks Artai is full of runes. Horizontal branches.
"Far or far?" Lashan was obviously very nervous.
"The distance is just right." Hong Jun replied, "rest assured."
When Li Jinglong pulled Qiu Yongsi and Chao Hongjun nodded, the two of them jumped off the temple and mixed into the crowd. Yuzhou sat down with Chen Feng.
The top of the dwellings, the front of the temple, the back of the pillars, and the bazaar are all full of people, except for a place above the altar, which is surrounded by guards. There are hundreds of steps from the nearest roof to the open space, and the arrow is already the end of the crossbow to the altar.
Bass was obviously fearless, and he made up his mind to destroy Zoroastrianism at this moment. Standing in all directions, the guards in black in their guards holding scimitars were motionless under the scorching sun, watching the altar.
Hong Jun noticed the guards high above the ruins of the temple and thought that if something happened later, he would be besieged. Lashan saw the meaning in his expression and said, "It's all our own brothers."
Yuzhou asked: "How many people do you have?"
Rashan compared three fingers and replied: "Three hundred, you didn't come originally, everyone will fight to die, but also rescue Isai."
Hong Jun thought that it seemed that Artest still had the faithful old ministry in the pity, but only three hundred people could not save Artest.
Yuzhou: "It is impossible."
Lashan said: "It can't be saved, and it's the same with him who died in battle."
When Li Jinglong infiltrated Yingluosi, he searched for the whereabouts of Artest. It was for this reason that he encountered Lashan. If Lashan intends to betray them, he will be arrested on the spot and taken hostage for a hundred. Zhou Zhangdi assisted them in pretending to set traps to save people.
Hong Jun said, "Who orders?"
"You order." Lashan said, "Everybody just waits for you to start, and then they go up to rescue your majesty."
Hong Jun nodded and asked, "What spells does Basi have?"
Lashan shook his head and said, "No one has seen him use spells."
Hong Jun is only afraid that Basi has any unusually powerful ability, but even if he is a big monster, Qiu Yongsi has a magic pestle, plus Li Jinglong's heart lamp, he is not afraid of him. His eyes were fixed on the center of the altar, with a flying knife in his hand, only looking for the direction from which Basi would come. Lashan thought Hong Jun was too nervous, and began to tell him about the history of Yingluosi and the fighting between the Tang Army and the Tubo and Hui Army here.
Since ancient times, the Great Food, Sassan, and Datang have joined forces and confronted each other here. The battle is inseparable. Once they competed for the control of Asia Minor and the Crescent River Valley. After the destruction of the Sassanid Dynasty, the Tang army has returned to heaven. Powerless. Although the big food controls a large area, but the tax is too heavy, a few people still miss the past ...
"What do you plan to do to rescue Artest this time?" Hong Jun suddenly asked when he heard this.
"We no longer have the foundation to restore our country." Lashan replied, "As long as your majesty is rescued, maybe we will leave Leopolds."
"Where to go?" Hong Jun didn't know why, thinking of the demon holy land.
Lashan said: "Dwell on the grass and build a new holy city."
"Isn't that the same as us?" Chen Feng said suddenly.
Yuzhou made a shushing gesture, instructing Chen Feng not to intervene.
"If your strength is enough to recapture the Dalus from the great food." Hong Jun asked Lashan again, "Will you fight to rebuild the Sassanid dynasty?"
"Of course." Lashan said, "The glory of Cyrus the Great is still there. Who wants to give up?"
"Can't we live together?" Hong Jun murmured. This sentence was not a rhetorical question, but a question to himself.
"War and blood are eternal," Lashan replied. "Assyrians and Macedonians ruled us, and now they are Arabs. Suffering can only be saved and liberated by their own hands."
Hong Jun glanced at Lashan and his eyes were very complicated. Lashan said: "You Tang people have not experienced this, you don't understand."
Hong Jun did not argue with him. It was at this moment that there was a burst of cheers from the crowd underneath. The guard separated the people. A short general was riding a tall horse and slowly galloping.
"That's Bath." Lashan said. "Whenever you start, your majesty's life will be given to you."
With that said, Lashan faced Hong Jun, holding a scimitar in his right hand and pressing it against his left chest. At that moment, Hong Jun discovered the subtle movements of all the big food guards who were waiting around the temple roof. They all lifted up the machete, slightly to the area where Hong Jun was, raised their wrists quietly, and pressed them on their left chest.
It was a certain courtesy of the Sassanians, but it was to express gratitude to him.
Hong Jun said in a deep voice: "I know."
Artest was tied to the stone pillar, raised his head slightly when he heard the cheers, and Bass lined up the crowd and arrived at the altar. Aloud said something.
"He said, Isai's ..."
Hong Jun waved his hand, indicating that Lashan did not need to translate, but just looked at Artai quietly. Suddenly he had an illusion, as if he saw another himself tied to the scepter. The voice of Bath is powerful and the square is silent. Nearly 200,000 people are staring at the center of the altar. Bass is not tall, but his voice is very thick and echoes far away under the blue sky. Apparently counting the counts of the Isai family.
When Debath finished speaking, the people cheered again.
"You say they are true or false?" Qiu Yongsi and Li Jinglong stood together, observing the crowd.
"It will be known soon." Li Jinglong replied.
Several attendants stepped forward, and one attendant held a tray and placed Zoroaster's holy relic fire ring, a symbol of light and fire, which perpetuates in the world.
The other two servants held two trays, one with the scriptures on the other, and a long dagger on the other tray, with gold as the handle, inlaid with countless treasures. Although it was made in the shape of a knife and dagger, it was called "Holy Sword" by the Caliph It is often said that the hand-held scripture and the sword-handed preaching come from here.
In an instant, the black crowd on the entire square held their breath, the bird was silent, and the needle fell.
The attendant placed the ring of fire in the center of the altar. Bass first read the scriptures and read the commandments. All the people on the square knelt down. The voice of Bass faltered. Artai slowly raised his head and looked at the altar with a blood-stained face. .
"I think ..." Hong Jun spoke softly in this silence.
Lashan suddenly turned his head and looked to Hongjun.
Hong Jun flicked his right hand with a knife, and made a strange knife, whispering: "No matter who is ruling this land ..."
At the same time, Bath held the holy sword in his hand, facing the Divine Fire Ring, and raised it, showing the big sun golden wheel refracting the sun on his wrist. Under the altar in front of the altar, the atmosphere was extremely tense-
"All beings are equal." Hong Jun closed his eyes and said, "The only hope is that there will be no more killing, no more sorrow."
Bass screamed, the holy sword was cut off, and then, Hong Jun held the Modao and waved it wisely!
In an instant, the knife flew out of the air, taking an extremely tricky angle, first breaking the stone pillar behind Artest, and then cutting off its chain together, and the next moment whizzed across the altar and shot at Bath. At the moment when the chain was broken, Bath seemed to perceive the danger and fear at the juncture of life and death, and instinctively blocked the knife.
The clash of immortal swords and the holy sword collided with a loud sound, like a shock breaking the sky.
Dao Qi was actually blocked!
This is the supreme magic weapon competition between China and the Western Regions. The legend of the Sanxian Flying Sword passed away from the gods of the Sanxian Dynasty. The word "Chanxian" is enough to show its sturdiness. Hongjun took it himself. Since the magic weapon, one hundred battles and one victory, without defeat, originally planned to slash one arm of Ba Si with a knife gas and take away the golden wheel of the sun. Today, it was actually blocked by the holy sword, and instantly knew that the enemy had A super hero!
"Save people!" Li Jinglong stopped drinking and rushed to the altar at the same time with Qiu Yongsi!
Artest stumbled on his knees, and there was a sudden chaos in the field. Hongjun took the knife away and flew down. Then the arrow fell like rain, and all the black guards under the altar released arrows with strong crossbows and shot at the altar!
Hong Jun shouted, shook away the five-colored divine light, and blocked the arrow from the siege. Yuzhou handed Chen Feng to Lashan and said, "I'll give it to you, take him away!" Immediately flew down.
For a time, the altar became the target of the crowd, and the black arrow clusters were like rainstorms, all shot in the direction of Zoroaster, and the impact hit Hong Jun back.
With an order from Lashan, the soldiers rushed out and beheaded towards the crossbow.
"Jin Lun hasn't got it yet!" Li Jinglong and Qiu Yongsi rushed to the altar, scooped up Artest from left to right, and shouted, "Yuzhou takes him first!"
Artest had been bound for a long time, his legs were weak, he knelt down in front of the altar, stretched out his bloody, whip-shaped right hand, and groped on the altar to catch the fire ring.
"It's too late!" Qiu Yongsi shouted. "He's going to use spells!"
Bass stumbled and snarled, the two languages ​​were not able to communicate, but Hong Jun guessed that Basth was extremely angry. Immediately afterwards, I saw Bath flying in the sky, his left hand raised, the pages of the scriptures turned quickly, his right hand held the holy sword, the holy sword bloomed a thousand strong lights, and rose to the zenith.
Suddenly, the gods' anger covered the horizon of the city of Leopolds. Two hundred thousand people fled in panic. They knelt down on their knees. They cried out loudly and begged the gods for forgiveness.
Hong Jun shouted: "The Golden Ring can't get it! The Holy Sword is not something you can resist! Go!"
However, Basi thundered and threw them all around, and was about to kill them all. He shook his right hand, and the holy sword suddenly transformed into a thousand sharp blades in the air, covering the entire city of Lingluosi! At the next moment, the countless sacred swords flickered and fell towards the earth like a meteor.
Hong Jun shouted and pushed his hands obliquely, and then the five-color divine light spread from the covered altar to the entire city of Qiluosi. Qiu Yongsi sacrificed the magic pestle, swept the sky and earth, and swept to the sky. However, the moment the holy sword fell and hit the falling magic pestle, the force came back to shock, actually Qiu Yongsi shocked back and vomiting blood!
Li Jinglong shook his hand, opened his bow, and his heart light was shining, followed by a bead of arrows, and shot towards the sky, but the white fire burst on the heart of the light arrow fell from the Holy Sword and was broken one by one!