The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

Inside the city gate tower, Wang Qiang and Xiao Si exchanged glances, took a deep breath, and both jumped down, fighting the enemy side by side with Wen Xiong.

Just as the two sides were fighting fiercely, a group of Hongxing Army soldiers rushed down from the steps on the city wall. The rebels were ruthlessly chopped to the ground, their bodies rolled and wailing continued.

Wen Xiong quickly picked up a spear and charged into the enemy camp, roaring, his voice like a bell: "Zhou Baiyuan, you can't escape!"

This scene made Wang Qiang and Xiao Si full of doubts. What kind of deep hatred existed between Wen Xiong and Zhou Baiyuan that made him so crazy?

As far as he could remember, Zhou Baiyuan had not done anything wrong to Wen Xiong.

Little did they know that Wen Xiong's impatience and anger actually stemmed from his desire for military merit.

Since joining the Hongxing Army, he has fought in countless battles but has never been able to make any significant contributions. The regret and unwillingness in his heart are accumulating day by day.

Zhou Baiyuan, as the main general of the rebels, became a perfect opportunity for him to make up for his past regrets.

If we can take his head, all the past mistakes and regrets will vanish into thin air.

Wen Xiong held a spear in his hand and moved through the rebels with unstoppable force. Every thrust was accompanied by a deafening shout: "Get out of the way! Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

The rebels fell like leaves under his spear. He was like a furious beast, unstoppable.

The rebels were all terrified when they saw this, and they dodged to make a bloody path for him.

He was alone, but he was like a nobody, and he penetrated deep into the rebel camp.

As far as his eyes could see, Zhou Baiyuan's fleeing figure came into view. An indescribable joy surged in Wen Xiong's heart. His steps became more firm, and his figure turned into a flash of lightning, heading straight for Zhou Baiyuan.

When Zhou Baiyuan looked back, he was so scared that he almost wet his pants. He ran as fast as he could, wishing his parents hadn't given him two more legs.

Having lived a life of luxury for a long time, his physical strength was quickly exhausted, while Wen Xiong was unstoppable and pressed forward step by step.

Finally, at a decisive moment, Wen Xiong took two steps at a time, suddenly caught up from behind, and kicked Zhou Baiyuan away.

Zhou Baiyuan's body suddenly fell to the ground, and he fell miserably on the ground. He then rolled several times before he stopped.

He felt dizzy and tried to stand up with trembling hands. After a struggle, he finally staggered to his feet.

However, Wen Xiong did not give him a chance to breathe. The spear in his hand turned into a ruthless stick and swung it down suddenly, hitting Zhou Baiyuan hard on the head.

"Bang!" Even though Zhou Baiyuan was protected by armor, the blow still made his ears ring and his eyes went dark.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to slowly crawl on the ground, the only thought in his mind was to escape.

Seeing this, Wen Xiong curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He walked steadily around behind Zhou Baiyuan, waved his arm, and the spear whizzed out again, hitting Zhou Baiyuan's back accurately.

There was another "bang" sound, and Zhou Baiyuan was smashed back to the ground by this huge force, with dust flying everywhere.

But surprisingly, Zhou Baiyuan did not give up. He trembled and struggled to get up again and continued his hopeless crawl.

Wen Xiong frowned slightly and sighed in his heart: "Is this guy a man or a donkey? He is so stubborn!"

He no longer hesitated. He turned his wrist, held the spear upside down in his hand, raised it high, aimed it at Zhou Baiyuan's back, and prepared to stab it.

Although the spear was not a mysterious weapon, with Wen Xiong's full-strength thrust, it was enough to penetrate Zhou Baiyuan's shattered armor and take his life.

Just as Wen Xiong was about to stab Zhou Baiyuan to death with a spear, the patience of the rebels around him had reached its limit. With several deafening roars, more than ten people pounced on Wen Xiong.

court death!

The spear in Wen Xiong's hand turned into lightning, and in an instant, the rebels fell to the ground one after another, blood splattered everywhere. They lay powerlessly in a pool of blood, no longer making a sound.

Wen Xiong flicked the blood off the tip of his spear and looked around. The rebel soldiers were crowded together, but they were all trembling with fear and retreating involuntarily.

Seeing this, Wen Xiong sneered, holding a spear, and walked towards Zhou Baiyuan, who had already crawled a long way away. His voice was as cold as ice: "Zhou Baiyuan, where else do you want to escape to?"

Zhou Baiyuan was still struggling to crawl on the ground, but suddenly stopped at this moment, not because of Wen Xiong's words, but because a pair of feet appeared in front of him, blocking his way...

He slowly raised his head and looked upwards, only to see a group of people standing in front of them. Leading them was a young man who was covered in armor, but his handsome face was not concealed. He looked down at him with sharp eyes.

Seeing the young man's face clearly, he trembled violently and blurted out involuntarily: "Duan Tianyang?"

The other party chuckled, with a hint of teasing in his voice: "You have good taste~"

The group of people in front of them were none other than the Hongxing Army that had come from the north of the city, and this young man was none other than their commander, Duan Tianyang.

Zhou Baiyuan's heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and despair surged like a tide.

He knew that today, he would be unable to escape...

His head slowly drooped and stuck weakly to the dust, with only the sound of his breathing remaining.

Just at this moment, Wen Xiong came galloping from behind, with only Zhou Baiyuan in his eyes, and was completely unaware of Duan Tianyang's existence.

He laughed wildly several times, his voice shaking the whole field: "Zhou Baiyuan, let me finish you off with my spear today!"

After saying that, he suddenly jumped up, and the spear, accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, smashed straight into Zhou Baiyuan's crown.

At this critical moment, an arm suddenly stretched out from above Zhou Baiyuan's head...

With a crisp collision sound, the unstoppable spear was intercepted and the spear shaft broke. Wen Xiong was horrified and staggered back involuntarily, shouting, "Who are you?"

As far as the eye could see, Duan Tianyang was standing calmly in front of him. He was the one who had come to the rescue.

He swung his arms lightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said to Wen Xiong jokingly: "General Wen is very strong. If it weren't for my armor protecting my body, I'm afraid you would have broken my hands."

Wen Xiong's expression suddenly changed when he heard this. After a moment of stunned silence, he quickly threw away the broken spear in his hand, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands together, and said in a trembling voice: "I am short-sighted and did not notice that you are here. I almost hurt you. Please forgive me!"

"Brother Tian is such a grown man standing here, but you turn a blind eye to him. Where are your eyes?" Hua Duoer was furious. She first carefully examined Duan Tianyang's arm, and then glared at Wen Xiong.

Wen Xiong was secretly shocked and quickly explained: "I really didn't notice you were around..."

Hua Duoer wanted to say something else, but Duan Tianyang smiled and gently waved his hand to help Wen Xiong up, saying gently, "It's not a big problem, General Wen, don't worry about it."

After that, he turned his head and ordered: "Capture Zhou Baiyuan. If the other rebels in the city do not surrender, they will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes, sir!" The soldiers under Duan Tianyang responded like thunder and bravely rushed towards the rebels.

Lu Jingyuan pulled out a rope from his waist, first subdued Zhou Baiyuan with Sanyuan Dan, and then tied him up tightly.