Da Bong fights more people

Yang Qianhuan's reply was: "Hold the moon and pick the stars, there is no one like me in the world."

"Arrogance!" Mengwu's goatee trembled, as if angry.

"Go or not?" Xu Qi'an heard Yang Qianhuan's voice transmission, "I can only take you away. If there are too many people, the pattern will be destroyed if it cannot be formed."

The corner of Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched: "You still have another way, take this guy away."

"There are hundreds of rebels outside." Yang Qianhuan warned.

"I know." Xu Qi'an replied.

After a brief silence, Yang Qianhuan said: "Okay."

He stomped his feet vigorously, and the patterns spread rapidly. This time, only the Dream Witch was covered. When he just realized it, the two disappeared in place.

"Take him out of the city to fight." Xu Qi'an shouted towards the sky.

No reply was received.

Xu Qi'an brought the bodies of the two Yin Gongs into the lobby, and placed them gently at Jiang Lvzhong's feet, "Sorry, I'm late."

"You shouldn't have come." Jiang Lvzhong said in a deep voice.

I'm still here Xu Qi'an really wanted to play tricks, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into a bitter smile.

The gongs helped each other into the inner hall, meditated and breathed, and healed the wound.

Jiang Lvzhong glanced at the surviving gongs, somewhat relieved in his eyes, but the faint sound of fighting 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, the Huben Guard was completely destroyed."

The gongs opened their eyes, and their eyes were the same, full of despair.

"That's all, that's all." Governor Zhang laughed miserably: "It seems that disaster is inevitable. I owe the emperor's favor and Duke Wei's entrustment."

"You don't owe them, what you owe is these 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 escape from the back hall." Jiang Luzhong urged with red eyes:

"Fuck off, hurry up, I died here today together with my subordinates. You are the man Wei Gong likes, if you die here, Wei Gong will dig my grave."

"There is hope. As long as we hold on, we will have rescuers." In Xu Qi'an's sight, he had already seen the figures of the rebels, and they attacked in.

He turned his head and cupped his hands towards Governor Zhang: "The governor is a good official. Although he has a lot of bad things, he always puts the people first 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 bowed his hands to Jiang Lvzhong: "Jiang Jinluo is a good superior, Jiaofangsi is good at drinking flower wine, if there is a chance in the future, I will invite you to Jiaofangsi, and which oiran you like just say that the fragrance is not good. "

He looked at the bodies of the three silver gongs: "No matter what kind of people they were in life, at least when they died, they did not live up to the word "beater."

Finally, he clasped his fists and raised them above his head, "Grand Wei treats me with great kindness, and treats me preferentially everywhere. When there is no reason to enjoy welfare, he rushes to the forefront, and shrinks back when he encounters danger."

After speaking, he closed the door of the lobby.

Jiang Luzhong was slightly moved, and shouted hoarsely: "Ning Yan!"

A Tonggong's mouth trembled, and he murmured: "No, no, he is attacking the realm of refining gods, and he can't hold it at all."

Governor Zhang stood up tremblingly, he would fall down as soon as the weak wind blew, but he still stood up firmly, and bowed deeply towards Xu Qi'an's back.

They couldn't see the situation outside, but amidst the sound of bows and crossbows firing, the sound of weapons colliding, and the noisy shouts of killing, the young man chanted passionately:

"Youth is chivalrous, making friends with Wuduxiong. His liver and gallbladder are hollow, and his hair grows up. In the middle of a conversation, life and death are the same. A promise is worth a thousand dollars."

Xu Qi'an stood guard at the entrance of the courtyard, with a knife in his hand and down, the rebels came one by one to kill one, and two came to kill one pair.

The armor is as fragile as paper in the long knife produced by the supervisor, let alone flesh and blood.

At first I still felt uncomfortable, full of fear of blood on my hands, but after killing a lot, I became numb.

Among the rebels, most of them are ordinary people, and occasionally there are a few masters of refining.For Xu Qi'an, who had a strong aura and half stepped into the realm of refining gods, there was actually not much difference.

But he couldn't stand the crowd tactics, and his own condition was really bad. After beheading more than a dozen people in one go, Xu Qi'an gradually became exhausted, his stomach was overwhelmed, his arms were numb, and he lost consciousness.

The most troublesome thing is the bow and crossbow. These things are so densely packed that they cannot be carried by a knife at all.

Fortunately, there is a bronze gong tied to his chest, so casual swords, guns, swords and crossbows can't hurt him, so Xu Qi'an tried his best to take the cold arrows that flew towards the front door, and left the rest alone.

After beheading 50 people in one go, Xu Qi'an reached the first limit. The energy in his body was exhausted, his eyes turned black, his spirit was like a dry pond, and he would pass out in the next moment.

When he survived this limit, he was surprised to find that a new spring gushed out of the dry pond, nourishing the primordial spirit.

The surrounding scenery became clear, and all the details of the soldiers' ferocious facial expressions, bulging muscles, and the trajectory drawn by waving their swords were accurately captured and imprinted in their minds.

This is the realm of refining the gods, the realm of refining the gods that can see everything around?

No, we haven't reached the limit yet, and we can continue to break through.

Live to the death!

Xu Qi'an suddenly understood what Monk Shenshu meant.

Squeezing the primordial spirit without rest, is itself a kind of life towards death.But it's not enough. If the Primordial Spirit is compared to a piece of iron embryo, ordinary warriors can be promoted to the realm of refining gods, which is equivalent to hitting the hammer only once.

What Xu Qi'an is doing now is repeatedly beating, tempering the primordial spirit, breaking through the limit time and time again on the edge of life and death.

After beheading 100 people, he faced the limit again. After struggling through it, a new spring gurgled out, and his spiritual power improved by leaps and bounds again.

"It can't be done, I can't hold on to the stinky monk, I will leave this life to you, don't play me, I have a lot of girls in the capital who have figured it out."

After beheading 200 people in one go, the new spring did not continue to flow out, because Xu Qi'an died of exhaustion.

The rapid growth of the primordial spirit has nothing to do with the physical body.He squeezed the primordial spirit again and again, but in fact he squeezed the flesh again and again. There was a new spring gushing out from the primordial spirit, but the flesh did not.

The killing god finally stopped swinging his knife and stood leaning on it.But the rebels did not continue to attack. They held their swords, their faces were ferocious, vigilant, and fearful. They were terrified of being killed.

"Shoot him with a crossbow bolt," shouted a voice from the crowd.

The bowstring vibrated, and the arrows shot out. I don't know whether it was due to exhaustion or nervousness, but the arrows originally aimed at the center of the eyebrows were deflected and flew past Xu Qi'an's scalp.

But the rebels cheered.

"He's dead, he's dead hahahaha, this bastard is finally dead."

"Chop him, chop him to avenge your brothers."

swarmed up.