Aggrieved Fish Sprite

The shouts of killing in my ears are too loud, especially the roar of the trebuchet.

In addition, the wound on the face disturbed his thoughts, and by the time Zheng Tu realized something was wrong, the rear line was completely in chaos.

"what happened?"

Zheng Tu was furious, he had already allowed some people to burn, kill and loot the city.

I don't want these short-sighted and useless guys to continue to work hard, but I don't want them to hold back.

"Crushers, cut!"

Zheng Tu shouted with raised eyebrows, and several other generals also reacted in time and issued similar orders.

However, they have always relied on the intimidation and coaxing of the holy lotus altar to rule the army. When the soldiers of the rebellious army saw that there was a saint among the panicked retreating crowd, they were suddenly stupid.

The saint's white robe is very conspicuous.

When everyone took a closer look, not only the saintess, but also the invincible guardians of the holy lotus altar and the incense master in the past were not good-looking.Those who ran around shouting, except for a few rebel soldiers, most of them were congregants holding magic weapons, blowing trumpets and holding prayer flags.

Except for those from the rivers and lakes who came to vote, the rest of the congregation of the Holy Lotus Altar were carefully selected. Without the ability to speak well and a decent face, it is wishful thinking to want to run errands next to the saint protector.Because after being selected, he can still practice boxing and kicking, food and clothing are much better, and he can be close to the saint and the leader, and the luck he receives is better than others.

At this moment, it was these congregants who were frightened out of their wits and running around like headless chickens.

The rebellious soldiers were stunned for a moment, not knowing how to carry out General Zheng's order.

"The demon is coming!"

"The demon has set off a demonic wind, and has swept the leader and Li Hufa...and killed several incense masters..."

"Go to the Temple of the City God, the saint said that you can ask the heavenly soldiers and generals to do it to eliminate demons!"

The congregation of the Holy Lotus Altar shouted loudly, but none of them dared to move and run to places where there was no light.

They have never been to Nanping County Fucheng, and it is late at night, who knows where the City God Temple is?Out of survival instinct, they will only run to the place where the fire is brightest. After all, they are no different from blind people in the dark. Now that Master Luo's life or death is uncertain, they can only think of the Heavenly King.

"Xing Jun help!"

"Kings--"

The rebel soldiers were also affected, turning around in panic one after another.

People who believe in Ziwei Xingjun's rhetoric can't wait to get closer to the king of heaven.

The saintess and the guardians were still in shock, and when they came back to their senses and found something was wrong, they could no longer restrain the congregation.

The words of demons are like a double-edged sword, and now they cut themselves in the opposite direction. No matter how much they scolded, the disciples of the Holy Lotus Altar who saw the tragic death of the Dharma Protector Xiangzhu with their own eyes were terrified. How much did these people believe that they were invulnerable? Fu shelter, now he is so convinced of the horror and power of the monster that he doesn't even have the slightest thought of trying to resist.

That's a monster!How can mortals resist it?

Like a stone thrown into a lake, the ripples that appeared rapidly expanded, and the originally neatly arranged army formation was now in disarray.

Except for the vanguard army at the front, who were fighting wildly and fighting with red eyes, and some elite soldiers behind them, the rest of them have forgotten the city gate that is close to Chichi. The threat of demons is even more terrifying. They urgently need someone to stand up and say something. A word of reassurance.

The carriage of the Heavenly King was inevitably collided. Even though the accompanying saintesses and several holy lotus altar masters scolded them, the panicked crowd still rushed forward and stretched out their arms to the carriage.

——Crowds of people, countless arms raised high, waving and struggling, against the flames, it was like a hell in hell.

The "Heavenly King" on the carriage saw this scene, even though he had a mask covering his face, he could still see fear and panic in his eyes.

He couldn't speak, he couldn't move his body, and he was a temporary puppet to drive ducks to the shelves, and he couldn't hold on to such a situation.

Under the fright, the person almost fainted.

At this time, Zheng Tu also learned the whole story from his own soldiers, and his expression changed drastically.

After the mysterious master with the knife retreated the day before yesterday, Zheng Tu estimated the opponent's strength, thinking that the assassin's serious injury might have passed away, and the chances of the two teaming up again to make a comeback were not great, but Zheng Tu still didn't dare to take risks, and his injuries were slightly better Just rectify the people and horses to attack Nanping County Fucheng.

Unexpectedly... besides the assassin, the other side has other people?

Is it Fengxing Pavilion?

Or Hengshan School?

Countless guesses flashed through Zheng Tu's mind, and the situation in Jiangnan was not clear.

On the surface, the biggest orthodox sect here is the Hengshan Sect, and then there is the Fengxing Pavilion, which involves countless news channels, but in fact, the Fengxing Pavilion itself has troubles that are unclear, and it is inextricably linked with the forces of King Ning in Yangzhou involve.Jingzhou hides the remnants of Xiliang, and even the king of Wu is not an easy-going lamp.

"Continuing to attack the city, we cannot give the Jingzhou army a chance to breathe." Zheng Tu tried his best to calm down while forcing his subordinates to gather troops.

The other generals also saw that the situation was not good. They thought more than ordinary rebellious soldiers. If the Tianshou Wang army failed here, all the previous advantages would be in vain. Jingzhou was thrown into chaos, but everyone didn't get any real above benefits.Originally from Yizhou official circles, due to the situation, they abandoned their officials and became bandits and finally became rebels. They are not satisfied with stealing three melons and two dates from the people in the south of the Yangtze River. If not guaranteed.

The generals secretly became ruthless, and they must capture this city, completely defeat the Jingzhou army, and then recruit fugitives to expand their power.

This is feasible. These days, whoever eats the money and food will work for the family, especially if one person feeds the whole family without worrying, how can there be any loyalty at all?As for those foolish people whose minds are full of gods and demons, die and fall!

So all the generals tacitly abandoned the "Heaven-sent King" decisively, and went to fight in person.

The flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.

Zheng Tu believed that Master Yiluo's martial arts were enough to deal with all situations.

Take ten thousand steps back and say that if you can't fight, you can still escape.

Zheng Tu just hurt his face, after these few days of breath adjustment, the little internal injury has already healed, and he joined forces with Master Luo, even if he faced Qingwu patriarch Zhao Zangfeng, he might not be at a disadvantage...

Damn it!Zheng Tu gritted his teeth and held his forehead, feeling ominous in his heart.

Ever since he arrived in Hua County, accidents happened frequently, and Zheng Tu no longer dared to deduce something with certainty.

"Chong."

Something fell from the sky and fell straight in front of Zheng Tu's horse.

The horse neighed in shock, and the man stood up.

Zheng Tu was skilled in riding, he tugged on the reins quickly, and insisted on controlling the horse.

When he fixed his eyes on the ground, his eyes suddenly widened.

"What is this?" The soldiers asked each other in panic.

The crowd dispersed slightly, and the people from the holy lotus altar who were squeezed over also saw this object, and were instantly terrified.

"It's Hierarch Luo's weapon..."

The crescent halberd was stuck upside down in the gap between the stone slabs, the tassels were dyed bright red, the wide crescent moon blade was twisted vigorously, the handle of the halberd was broken, and it was directly split into two pieces.

The appearance of this decadent weapon, which made the masters of the holy lotus altar very fearful, seemed to indicate something.

"No!"

"impossible!"

Everyone roared in surprise, and Zheng Tu's figure sitting on the horse even swayed.

Although there is no one saying that the halberd is broken by the Luo leader, but for the people of Jianghu, the abandonment and damage of the weapon that is famous for it is more terrible than death.

"It's only been a short while, how could the leader... be defeated?"

The people in the holy lotus altar knew best how high the martial arts of Luo Jiaozhu were, and they couldn't even imagine what kind of martial arts realm was needed to kill Luo Jiaozhu.It's like the mountains and rivers are collapsing, and the sun and the moon are reversing, which is almost impossible to happen.

"Snapped!"

The second thing that fell from the sky was the dead body of Master Luo.

Everyone screamed at the same time, and Zheng Tu's eyes were tearing apart. He didn't have many cards in his hand, and Master Luo was the most important one. Without Master Luo, he no longer had the confidence to be afraid of any martial arts masters.

"come out!"

Zheng Tu yelled violently, stepped on his feet, and stood directly on the saddle.

Master Luo's fatal wound was on his heart, and the marks were left by the mysterious master who rescued the assassin.

"Your Excellency is capable of killing people, but also throwing away corpses for provocation, why hide your head and show your tail at this time?" Zheng Tu concentrated his internal energy, and his voice kept echoing for half a mile. Everyone felt their ears buzzing, dizzy, and couldn't stand upright. .

Zheng Tu seemed to be reckless, but in fact he was fully on guard, scanning the nearby buildings back and forth.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a roof.

A figure stood silently in the shadows on the side of the roof, the autumn wind was bleak, and the clothes were fluttering.

The ghost who didn't know when to come, amidst the flames and the sound of killing, pressed the handle of the knife, and the moonlight was reflected on the blade.

It was clearly a dark curved blade that had not yet been sharpened, and it was not stained with the slightest trace of blood. People were more like mountains, rocks, pines and willows.However, Zheng Tu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he seemed to hear the sound of Huangquan's bell in his ears, and the ominous omen became stronger.

Intuition accompanied Zheng Tu in his early years in the rivers and lakes, defeating countless opponents.

He got up almost subconsciously, and quickly retreated to the right rear.

Hearing miserable screams, Zheng Tu was standing there, and the horse's back was full of blood and flesh.

"It's a pity for a good horse."

Meng Qi sighed, and instantly there were more than ten purple sword lights in front of his eyes, all of which were illusions left over from too fast sword moves.

A dozen white-clothed saintesses and guardians of the holy lotus altar burst out with blood from their chests and died on the spot.

Zheng Tu had already leaped onto the ridge of the roof, turned his palms and slashed horizontally, facing him without a sharp edge.

He knew in his heart that if he couldn't make it through tonight, he wouldn't have to mention other things.

Zheng Tu didn't use weapons in the arena, but that didn't mean he didn't have hidden tricks.

He flipped his palms and held the knuckles with both hands, the sharp blades at the five knuckles gleamed coldly.

Boxing requires a very narrow space, and the weapon in Mo Li's hand is a short knife, which makes the two people close to each other. Nothing is missing.

However, the battle situation is far less thrilling than they imagined.

One flick of the fingers for sixty moments, nine hundred births and deaths in one moment, dozens of strokes passed in a blink of an eye, the Wufeng Blade and the Knuckles never collided once, and there was no collision including Qi Jin, only the tiles under their feet shattered.

"The more brilliant the swordsmanship and swordsmanship, the more traces can be followed. Just like a melody of nature, the chords have a score, and a wrong sound will destroy everything.

"It's hard for others to fight, often because they don't have a firm mind, don't have profound internal strength, and don't have a faster shot to continuously resolve it."

Zheng Tu couldn't stop sneering, his roots may not be as good as his master Zhao Zangfeng's, but his talent in martial arts lies in dismantling moves.

"You can't kill me unless you forget the sword technique you practiced day and night. Unfortunately, the sword intent is an instinct that is fused into the flesh and blood of people in the Jianghu. Even if you abandon the moves, the sword intent itself will not change."

Turn the knuckles again, and the cold light is like dawn breaking in the night sky.

The two figures were as swift as lightning, and could not be distinguished with the naked eye, and the surrounding tiles were like rain falling.

Such a close confrontation, such a quick move, others can't intervene at all.

Meng Qi raised his eyes and looked around, and suddenly cut off an old man's hand that was stretched out into his sleeve with his sword. Hearing a loud noise, smoke and dust rose from the spot, and the old man fell down together with several people around him in a bloody mess.

"It turned out to be the Hall of Thunder."

All the masters at the Holy Lotus Altar knew something was wrong, and fled in all directions separately, regardless of other matters.

The battle situation ahead was chaotic, with panicked congregants and rebel soldiers everywhere. Even if Meng Qi used [-]% effort, it was impossible to kill all the masters of the holy lotus altar scattered among tens of thousands of people in time.

This is also the thought of everyone in the Holy Lotus Altar.

Run, as long as you are lucky, you may not be the one who dies.

The bandages on Zheng Tu's face came off, revealing deep and shallow hideous wounds, and his expression looked even more distorted.

"It's really a wonderful sword intent, yin and yang, and life against death. You, what a good opponent! I guess, you are the one... who killed my master?" Zheng Tu suddenly laughed wildly, causing the wound to bleed, and he was full of hatred He said, "The master disciple of Xuanhu Miracle Doctor, and Meng Guoshi of the Chu Dynasty?"

"boom."

There was only a muffled sound, and several figures flew upside down and fell into the crowd.

Meng Qi stopped, and suddenly saw those who had successfully escaped from the Holy Lotus Altar.

At the end of the fire, a group of people held a whisk and carried a long sword, and came retrograde.

Then he heard Qingyue's long and leisurely moan, and the sword was out of its sheath.

"Pindao finally caught up."

The Taoist took a step forward with a sword in hand, the sword light passed by, blood rained across the place, and the cold and solemn voice spread everywhere: "Ning Changyuan of the Tianshan School is here to serve the evil heretics of the Holy Lotus Altar, today is the time for you to be the leader .”