Aggrieved Fish Sprite

"The Jingzhou army is about to lose its hold."

Meng Qi glanced at the top of the wall with a strange tone.

Even if they disrupted the formation of the Tianshouwang army, captured and killed people in the holy lotus altar, and destroyed the eight bull crossbows, the Jingzhou army, which was so rotten to the root, could not be supported.

The elite rebels launched a fierce attack on the city.

These former Yizhou soldiers had suffered enough from fleeing and being defeated.

Living in the barren mountains and ridges, they gathered together as bandits, and there were no big fish and meat, and sometimes they had to dig weeds on the mountains to make a living.

Maybe Jiangnan is rich, so it is not so miserable, and a random robbery ticket can live happily for ten days and a half months, but what about in the future?

The government will always come to encircle and suppress, and people from the rivers and lakes will also come to make trouble. It is better to be ripped off or beaten up. Maybe you can get a leader with strong martial arts, but you will be called around every day to watch others drink and eat Meat is not as good as when I was a soldier.

The Tianshou Wang recruited them, and some people were fooled by the pretentious rhetoric. Compared with believing in Ziwei Xingjun, what lingers in the bottom of their hearts is desire.

——I don’t want to live a precarious life anymore, I want to be an official they envied, command hundreds of people under my command, have money in my pocket, have a farm at home, and marry seven or eight wives.

Those who have been Yizhou soldiers think even more. The Jingzhou Army is their past. They have escaped on the battlefield once, and found that there is no way to survive, so they suddenly realized under the brainwashing of the Holy Lotus Altar. It is useless to have money alone, you must be an official.If you give it a try, you will have a lot of money for the rest of your life. After losing the bet, you will be a hero again 18 years later.

They have had enough of the days of bereaved dogs!

"kill!"

One side is desperate, the other is cowardly, and the battle is uncontrollably tilted towards the King of Heaven.

The dignitaries of Jingzhou had already prepared their carriages and called for their generals and private soldiers to flee for their lives after the city was broken.

Just because they refused to hand over their private soldiers to defend the city, King Jing was furious, and the dignitaries of the family were all thankful that they still had a chance to survive.

The private soldiers raised by the dignitaries who eat and drink are extremely powerful. They can ride horses and fight at night. The armor and knives are sharp enough to protect them from rushing out.

It's just that so far, there are not many things that can be brought.

The city of Nanping County was full of desperate cries, and scenes of life and death in the deep house compound, some people just wept silently, some people tried to keep up, but were pushed off the carriage mercilessly by the owner.

This beautiful woman who was once surrounded by pearls, emeralds and silks fell into the mud.

Carrying only bank notes but not gold and silver, leaving behind her daughter and even her youngest son, who cares about a beautiful wife and concubine?

——If the carriage is too heavy, the chance of escape will be greatly reduced.

If it weren't for the fear of being accidentally injured by cold arrows, those who can ride horses would not want to be a carriage at all. What if the bandits thought there was gold and silver in the carriage and went mad to kill them?The less conspicuous you are at this time, the safer you will be.

"Oh, Jingzhou is over."

An old man sitting in a carriage said in pain.

His son hit the horse without turning his head to look at the crying wife and daughter behind him.

"Is there a place for us in Yangzhou? I'm afraid that if we get there, we will inevitably be ridiculed, and there is no way to make a comeback."

"It's useless to talk too much, let's talk about it first to save our lives!"

King Jing sat alone in the palace, looking at the servants and maids who were busy fleeing for their lives, he suddenly burst out laughing wildly.

His adult sons had already left him, and they planned to run away from the mansion, leaving only a bunch of wives and concubines and a few underage children in the mansion.

No one expected that the day the rebellious army came, the outer city would be destroyed.

When King Jing went to the top of the city to check, he was carried down in a coma, and the last string that was pressing on everyone's hearts was broken.

"...Fire? Not good!"

Meng Qi outside the city shrank his pupils, ignored the cold arrow, and jumped forward again.

The Zifeng sword charged up and swung in front of him, and suddenly the energy was violent, and the flames were dotted.

The torches in Ni Jun's hands flew up one after another, and along with the bloody fingers that had been cut off one by one, a purple moon with red flames rose on the spot, flying with power and falling towards the densest place of the crowd.

There was a loud bang, and the ground sank three feet.

The rebellious soldiers didn't have time to yell, their bodies flew out like a sack, and landed with a slam without any response.

"This--"

Ning Changyuan was dumbfounded.

He had never seen such a swordplay that squandered his internal energy.

No, no top expert dares to use such tricks in the army. Isn't this courting death?Internal strength is not endless, but people always make mistakes, and one enemy is not a joke.

But it has to be said that this method of sweeping a large area at the expense of internal strength is the best way to break out of the encirclement among thousands of troops.

Ning Daochang looked down at the sword, his expression concentrated, and he accurately avoided the hidden weapon flying behind him.

Looking at the masters of the holy lotus altar who were slowly coming up with a ferocious expression, Ning Changyuan held the sword flower and said calmly: "It seems that you have already thought clearly, come on!"

"Arrogance! Do you think you can beat so many of us? Let me tell you that the Thunder Hall is already in ambush." ​​An old man with a haggard appearance and a ghostly appearance grinned strangely. Faint green skull.

"The best sword in the world? Hmph, suffer!"

There were people pounced on him from all directions at the same time, and the strong wind blew Ning Changyuan's loose hair from under his Taoist crown to his forehead, but those sharp eyes did not blink.

The sword was faster than a person, and pierced into the rib of a person on the right.

Ning Daochang exerted his strength suddenly, his wrist was held back, causing the sword edge to be stuck in the bone seam, and then he "dragged" the man towards him, sweeping across his body.

All those vicious and vicious attacks fell on this unlucky ghost, and he was killed on the spot.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Ning Changyuan exerted his strength again, and his inner breath shattered the guy's ribs along the edge of the sword. The sword had already come out, and it hit another person's throat as quickly as lightning.

"you!"

The sword left rouge, bursting instantly, and a bloody arrow shot out from the neck.

The sword energy is cold, it is the snow on the cliffs of the Tianshan Mountains, and the wind in the sky.

"Trash, let the old man come!" The withered old man slammed the skeleton staff in his hand.

Everyone hastily backed away.

The wooden stick brought a sweet and unpleasant smell, and even the internal energy emitted by the withered old man had a strange gray color that could be discerned by the naked eye.

Black and gray spots appeared on the skin of the rebellious soldier who was affected, and then he kept scratching, and the blood stains immediately festered slowly, screaming continuously.

"Southern Border Gu Art."

Ning Changyuan frowned, and smashed the flying insects close to him with the sword wind.

The cannons fell into the crowd one after another, and the back line gradually became empty, while Meng Qi broke into the front line, killing three generals in a row.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the rest of the heaven-sent kings jumped into the crowd to escape under the protection of their own soldiers.

Meng Qi simply slashed at the gorgeous carriage with his sword, and the two saintesses in the carriage hurriedly blocked and parried, one of them had his arm broken at the elbow, and the whole person rolled off the carriage frame like a gourd of blood, Meng Qi raised his foot and kicked at the carriage. The wheels, the disciples of the Holy Lotus Altar who were driving the carriage whipped their horses in panic, the carriage tilted suddenly, and the terrified "Heavenly Granted King" fell off the carriage violently while maintaining his sitting posture.

Without waiting for Meng Qi to capture him alive, or for the remaining saint to save him, the puppet was stomped on by the horse pulling the cart, and his chest was completely sunken.

The surroundings seemed to be quiet for a while, and the saint in the carriage was so quick to wit, that she slashed the horse to death with her palm.

"Heavenly calamity cannot be crossed, and the sky has no eyes."

She threw away the hairpin, covered her face with disheveled hair, and rushed towards Meng Qi.

But in the middle of the journey, the person flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and Meng Qi couldn't catch up with that speed without light work.

Meng Qi sneered, the threat in his eyes from these cowardly scum was far less than that of the generals under the command of the King of Heaven.

Besides, this saint thinks she is smart, but she may not be able to earn a living.

"boom."

A powerful force swept across, and the saint was lifted up by the majestic force just as she fell into the darkness.

This time it was a real fall, and the person fell directly into the wall.

The next moment, the wall collapsed into ruins, Zheng Tu grimaced and snorted coldly: "If you run away, you won't be redeemed if you die!"

The good momentum created by painstaking efforts is about to be lost, but Zheng Tu restrained his anger and used all his energy to fight against Mo Li. Not only did his moves become more fierce, but as time went by, he became more and more able to adapt to Mo Li's sword intent up.

"Do you think you won?"

Zheng Tu sneered repeatedly, as if foreshadowing something, and there were screams from below.

Mo Li frowned and glanced, only to see that the flames in the city became more and more obvious.

It's inside the city, not under the city walls.

"The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest, and the house of Baixun was burned with smoke. Jingzhou has long been a dilapidated house with a gap to take advantage of. Even Xiliang people can bite off a piece of meat from here." Zheng Tu did not hide his tone. The ridicule in his eyes, he laughed loudly, "Surprise attack rushes, Chen Bing is under the city, attacking endlessly... just like this, they can be defeated!"

King Jing, who was abandoned by his subjects and his son, set fire to the mansion in despair.

Those officials and family members who were also left behind were afraid of being robbed by bandits, some jumped into wells and others threw themselves into the trap.

However, many more people wanted to live, but they were coerced to commit suicide together, or they were covered in blood or splashed on the flames to escape desperately.

——It is obvious that the rebel army outside the city is in chaos, and the general situation is about to go, but people are killing each other inside the wall.

Rebels can be eradicated, but people's hearts cannot be saved.

Those cries were suddenly close at hand, lingering in Mo Li's ears, and the knife in his hand slowed down unconsciously.

It was this opportunity that Zheng Tu was waiting for, pointing his finger at the tiger, and making consecutive killing moves.

The figure turned into a gust of wind, and in just a moment, there were criss-cross claw marks like a net left on the wall behind the ink carp, three points into the wall, and as the ink carp retreated quickly, sections of the wall and houses collapsed .

The ground shook again and again, and Zheng Tu gained power, and sarcastically said: "Where's your companion? Why did the former national teacher avoid seeing you, leaving you alone to face a difficult enemy like me? He is treating you too Confidence, or do you not care about you at all?"

The ink carp closed its eyes and drooped its eyelashes, just as the battle group had reached a bright place with fire, half of their faces were cast into shadows, and their expressions could not be seen clearly.

Zheng Tu suddenly felt bad, and then saw Mo Li let go of his hand.

Abandon the knife.

With the remaining strength, Wufengjian spun around the knuckles several times.

The cold sharp edges collided and sparks burst out, making Zheng Tu unable to go any further.

The continuous retreat of the ink carp stopped, and suddenly exerted strength.I saw his right foot stand still suddenly, holding the slump, several deep marks were formed on the ground where the soles of the boots stepped on, the air flow was violent, and the dust was all over the sky.

He saw Yanlong soaring in the night sky, shining brightly for hundreds of miles.

All this happened very quickly, just as Zheng Tu knocked down the Wufeng knife, he saw the flames surge.

There is a figure in it, gathering Qi with bare hands, sharp fingertips, and a white light that rises up to a foot long, this is the ultimate master's ultimate move of condensing Qi into a front.

"you……"

Zheng Tu was eager to block it, but what approached him was——

Sword intent?

I don't know if it's the stream of flames blowing like daylight, or the intent of the sword like the scorching sun, but seeing the sky hang down and the clouds are wide, it is full of power.

The moves were wrongly deduced, and the gaps appeared immediately.

Immediately, the finger tiger and his right fist shattered into pieces like burnt clay, his arm fracture was broken, and his defense was lost. Zheng Tu had a "sword" in his right abdomen, and his whole body was like a sandbag, hitting the ground heavily.

With a loud bang, half of Zheng Tu's bones were shattered.

Their battle situation frightened everyone, and the soldiers inside and outside stopped for a while, and everyone retreated in fear.

The severe pain awakened Zheng Tu's drowsy will. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he could not move at all, and no one dared to approach the big pit where he fell.

"How could it be... a sword?" Zheng Tu did not miss the person who made the last move, and because of this, he couldn't believe it.

It was a harmonious and perfect sword intent, as powerful as a scorching sun in the sky, with the potential to look down on the world.

This is not a sword move that can be used casually, or a sword intent that can be comprehended.

And a master with a knife, using such a sword move with bare hands?

Zheng Tu spat out a mouthful of dirty blood with difficulty, still puzzled.

Daoist Ning in the distance looked at Meng Qi with a strange expression, and the latter was keenly aware of it, showing a smile that was not a smile.

Mo Li had no expression on his face, he was the one standing closest to Zheng Tu.

"It's someone you haven't fought against before. Until just now, he deliberately concealed his sword intent and only used cleverness or internal power to sweep away his opponent. Naturally, you can't figure it out."

"No, you... use a knife..."

"I only know this trick, but when I first met, it made me..."

The ink carp swallowed back the words at the right time.

It was a sword that surprised me too.

At the first meeting in Pingzhou, Lien Chan plundered more than [-] miles a day and a night.

——There is such a master in the world, such a sword intent.

That's right, in the end, I was inseparable from Meng Qi.