Nightwatcher Chapter 225: Xu 7’an sacrificed (3

The call to kill immediately sounded, and the Hu Benwei guarding outside and the traitor of the Five City Soldier Masi began to fight, bowstrings, fire guns firing, weapons colliding...

Into everyone's ears clearly.

There are rebels in the distance, and the dream witch close by. This is a desperate situation, making the faces of all the fighters ugly and their hearts sinking to the bottom.

Fortunately, they are all experienced fighters who are accustomed to blood and fighting, and are determined.

"Protect Jiang Jinluo and the governor from entering the inner hall." Yinluo, the surnamed Zhao, shouted, and he drew out the knife.

Jiang Luzhong grabbed the other's sleeves and wanted to say something, but the silver gong said before he could speak:

"Boss, I understand that Dream Witch is not good at close combat. As long as he is careful not to get hair and flesh and blood, he can't use the spell to kill."

Tang Yinluo grinned and said: "Yes, boss. We can't beat the fourth-rank martial artist, can't the fourth-rank dream witch? That's too shameful."

The gongs can’t help but feel relieved when they see their bosses so confident.

Dream Witch’s methods are weird and bizarre, and they are not good at frontal combat. As a gong, they only know a thing or two.

Unexpectedly by the gongs, Jiang Luzhong didn't let go. This golden gong, who is like a god, could not even stand, but he still grabbed the sleeve of the silver gong.

"Go!" Jiang Luzhong said.

Zhao Yinluo turned his head and grinned: "Boss, you let us take the governor, this is not good."

Jiang Luzhong shook his head: "You can't leave with the governor, I will let you go."

"Jiang Jinluo, how do you know that you will lose if you don't fight a game?" A bronze gong said, as if to encourage himself, he said loudly.

Zhao Yinluo yanked back his sleeves abruptly, and Jiang Lu staggered.

Tang Yinluo supported him and sighed: "...Wait when we return to the capital, the boss, please invite us to a bar."

In the end, the silver gong did not speak, and held his fist toward Jiang Luzhong.

Zhao Yinluo raised the knife with one hand, took off the crossbow from his waist with the other, pulled the trigger, the bowstring banged, and the sharp arrow shot away.

Boom boom boom...

The rest of the players are tacitly raising the crossbow.

Becoming a puppet, he snarled in front of the prefect, letting his crossbow arrows shoot into his body, and the tip of the arrow came out from behind.

"Death to Laozi!"

Zhao Yinluo leaped high and flew over ten feet amid the sound of cracking blue bricks. The standard long knife in his hand burst out with air that twisted.

Puff.

As a puppet, he was cut in half on the spot, and the blood line danced wildly, trying to put him together again, but failed.

The Dream Witch Prefect avoided the blade light flexibly. The sharp blade aura tore the ground and spread to the steps at the entrance of the lobby, making a loud "bang".

The attack of the other two silver gongs followed. They leaned over and ran, dragging out the afterimage, and cooperated with each other to kill the dream witch.

At the same time as the attack, information about the wizard system appeared in the minds of the two silver gongs.

Dafeng occasionally conflicts with the sorcerer of the shamanism. Below rank 4, including information on shamans of rank 4, it is very detailed in the yamen.

The ninth grade wizard can refine the living beings into puppets, supplemented by secret techniques to stimulate potential, burn the essence and blood, so that an ordinary person has a very strong combat power in an instant, the more the increase, the faster the essence and blood burn until the oil The lights are dead.

At the same time, the ninth grade wizard can also stimulate the potential of the companions around him, also at the cost of burning essence and blood, so it is called "blood spirit".

The ability mastered by the eighth rank wizard is curse. According to the birth date, personal objects, and blood and body fluids as the medium, the target person is cursed and killed. Therefore, the eighth grade wizard is called "curse master".

The advantage is that it is weird and unpredictable.

The disadvantage is that you can only curse and kill targets whose realm is lower than you.

The title of the seventh stage wizard is a "spiritual medium", who can manipulate corpses and ghosts. Whether it is Dafeng or the monster race in the north, they have all suffered from spiritual mediums on the battlefield.

The sixth grade wizard is called a "hexagram master", who is proficient in hexagrams and seeks good fortune and avoids evil. A wizard of this realm can be described in two words: stubborn and stable!

Describe in one sentence: as stable as an old dog.

You don’t need to look at the almanac when you go out. You only need to count a hexagram to know the good or bad today.

The fifth grade wizard is called "Zhu Ji", who can summon the ancestor's battle spirit through rituals and possess him. If the summoned battle spirit is a martial artist, then Zhu Ji is a martial artist. If a Taoist priest, then the sacrifice is a Taoist priest, and so on.

The limitation is that only war souls of the same level can be summoned.

The Fourth Grade Wizard is the realm of the prefect, the "Dream Witch", walking in the dreamland, killing people invisible. The most effective way to meet Dream Witch is not to sleep.

"If you don't give him the opportunity to set up the ceremony, if you don't give him the chance to invite the battle spirit, you can win!" Zhao Yinluo encouraged himself.

At this moment, he heard the whispering sound and turned his head to look at it. It was an overlooked official. He cut his wrist and drew strange and complicated formations on the ground with blood.

There are obscure and profound syllables in the mouth.

Zhao Yinluo's heart sank.

At the next moment, a powerful energy was born from the prefect, and a thin black smoke appeared above his head, vaguely like a vague figure.

At the same time, two silver gong blades slashed.

The long knife slashed the clothes and slashed on the prefect, erupting a harsh metal crash. The black smoke above his head shook.

Copper skin and iron bones.

"Who told you that the ceremony must be arranged by the wizard himself? Actually, puppets can also be used."

The dream witch, with the face of the prefect, sneered, raised his hand and held the necks of the two silver gongs.

With a "click", the two silver gongs died instantly.

The fourth rank martial artist kills two silver gongs, isn't it as simple as pinching two ants to death.

"Asshole!"

In the lobby, there was a heart-piercing roar, like the roar of an old beast on the verge of extinction.

It was Jiang Lizhong who was incompetent and furious. His eyes were red and his face was distorted with anger.

The living gongs were so frightened that they finally realized that the silver gongs were just boosting morale.

Wizards are indeed not good at close combat, but the fourth rank is the fourth rank, with a realm gap like a chasm. The so-called not good at close combat is compared to other systems of the same grade.

"Counsel what?"

Zhao Yinluo yelled, and the gongs were shocked.

At this moment, this silver gong, who is proficient in eating, drinking, and gambling, still holds his sword, like a warrior who is going to die calmly.

"Two incense sticks time, we have to fight for Jiang Jinluo two incense sticks time, it's still early." Zhao Yinluo shouted.

"Noisy."

But the reality is cruel. A dream witch disguised as a prefect, raises his hand, the aura gathers in the palm, and presses down forcefully.

Shock waves are born in the air and ripples spread.

Including Zhao Yinluo, all the beaters were hitting their chests, vomiting blood and flying upside down.

It's just one move, it will kill all the fights.

Jiang Luzhong seems to have already understood all this. He closed his eyes, but now there is no anger, because everyone will be able to meet in another world soon.

Mengwu clenched his fist again, and the time to ask the battle soul to be possessed was limited, and he didn't intend to talk any more nonsense with Jiang Luzhong.

After all, the next step is to take control of Baidi City, summon mountain bandits, and attack various prefectures, counties, and counties. Yunzhou must be defeated before the court can react.

The Witch God Sect has been plotting for several years, and today is the time to harvest the fruits.

With a punch, the air machine rubbed the air, letting out a roar of Shen Xiong, and hitting the direction of the lobby.

A figure stood in the middle. It was Zhao Yinluo. He held a long knife with both hands, lowered his waist and straddled it, roaring and cutting out a knife.

This should be the pinnacle of his life.

The sword energy collapsed, the long knife exploded, the bronze gong on the chest broke, and the terrible Qi machine propelled Zhao Yinluo into the lobby, and the whole lobby was "boomed".

Jiang Lu Center was also shocked. He crawled over anxiously and held his dying subordinate in his arms.

The moment he touched Zhao Yinluo, Jiang Luzhong knew that Huitian was weak. No part of his bones was intact, and so was his internal organs.

Si Tianjian may have a panacea to bring back the dead, but Yunzhou does not.

The reason why he didn't die right away was probably Takeo's last stubbornness.

Zhao Yinluo has always been a very stubborn person, always going his own way, repeatedly violating Jiang Lu's orders, just like shaking off his hand just now.

"Do you have anything else you want to say." Jiang Luzhong whispered.

Zhao Yinluo's blood-stained face forced a smile, full of blood on his gums, and intermittently said: "Boss, I actually have another concubine this year, eighteen years old, so tender.

"But I’m afraid you know that I didn’t dare to raise it at home. You often call us a few silver gong secret clubs and make repeated orders. The amount of money you greedy cannot exceed five hundred taels a year. No more than three dollars.

"Did you know that a few of us laugh at you in private. We have to formulate regulations on corruption, and you are the only one in the world. We have a few silver gongs and listen to you on the surface. In fact, how should we be greedy secretly? How greedy. Otherwise, how can you raise so many concubines....Sorry, boss, let you down.

"So, don't be sad for people like us. According to the rules set by Wei Gong, I should be dragged to Caishikou and beheaded.

"Old Tang likes to drink. If you can survive, remember to pour him two more glasses of wine every year in Qingming...

"Finally, the last request...I, I don't want to die in a foreign land, take me back to Beijing..."

The spirit of Zhao Yinluo's pupils disappeared.

"Hey!" Governor Zhang sighed, reproaching himself: "The official is careless, the official is careless..."

"What's the use of saying this right now?"

Jiang Luzhong said this with a smile, but the sadness in his eyes could not be hidden, and it flowed violently and turned into tears.

Meng Witch walked slowly and smiled cheerfully: "To be honest, we don't actually plan to split Yunzhou, support bandits, hoard the army, but a well-prepared dark game. It should be used when it is most needed. , Not now.

"Although the surname Zhou's experience has found problems with the account books, according to our plan, it is just to push Yang Chuannan out of the crime.

"Unexpectedly, Qi Dang was so stupid, revealing the secret of cooperating with us. You are invited.

"What surprised me even more is that a small gong can do this step, completely disrupting my plan. No, I can only start with you and occupy Yunzhou in advance. If you hate it, hate that. The gong surnamed Xu, if it weren't for him, you wouldn't have died.

"Now, you go one step ahead, I will pull out the gong and kill it."

When the voice fell, two strong winds suddenly hit, and Dream Witch raised his hand and shattered the two cold arrows.

On the fence stood a tall and upright gong, holding a magic weapon military crossbow gifted by Sitian Supervisor Song Qing, but now it has become a mortal thing.

It can only shoot three times in its lifetime.

"Is Xu Qi'an just not showing up like this, one bite of "that gong"?"

He has blood on his body, but it's all other people's blood, all the way in.

After Xu Qi'an finished speaking, his eyes fell on the two dead silver gongs, and on the bronze gongs that were badly injured and could no longer fight, and the cynical escaping temperament quickly settled.

The eyes are dark and expressionless.

.......

In the west gate, a silver light fell from the sky, and it was nailed to the wall with a bang, shattered bricks shot out, and dust rose.

Wearing a soft armor with fish scales, a high ponytail, and a scarlet cloak behind him, Li Miaozhen stood on the barrel of the gun, staring at the soldiers with bows and arrows.

Shen said: "Why close the city gate?"

No. 3..... Xu Qi'an was right, the city gate was indeed closed, but Li Miaozhen did not recklessly break the city and kill people, so he came to the city to question.

"Qiang..." A general drew out his sword and pointed at Li Miaozhen with a halberd: "Killing is without mercy."

He didn't even explain, he just started.

Then there is nothing to say, Li Miaozhen's eyes instantly sharpened.

Beng Beng... In the clear sound of bowstring vibration, dozens of arrows shot at Li Miaozhen.

She doesn't dodge or avoids, she hits the tips, a gust of yin wind drills out, entangles the arrows, and changes their flying rules.

The arrow passed by Li Miaozhen, and the archers became masters of body strokes.

"Keng!"

The flying sword around Li Miaozhen's waist was unsheathed and turned into silver lightning howls, wandering past the neck of a guard of the city, reaping lives wantonly.

DaDaDa...The sound of dense horseshoes came, and the Feiyan Army galloped in, and the dust was billowing.

Four centurions of the Bronze Skin and Iron Bone Realm led the great masters of the Refining God Realm to kill the top of the city, and cooperated with Li Miaozhen's flying sword to reap the guard soldiers.

"Master, you haven't used the flying sword for a long time...." The female ghost Susu fell on the barrel of the gun lightly and hugged Li Miaozhen's waist from behind.

This flying sword is a magic weapon bestowed on Li Miaozhen by the Taoist Heavenly Sect. It is rarely used in ordinary times, but every time it is taken out, it means that Li Miaozhen is in a bad mood.

"I'm very angry." Li Miaozhen said.

"Is it because the governor-sama was assassinated?"

"No, it's because of a bitch."

"....."

Su Su furrowed her pretty brows, and stopped talking. Did she forget that she was a saint of Heaven? The tenet of Tianzong is too unhappy, not happy or sad, but in the past few years, Li Miaozhen has become more and more impulsive and hateful.

Forcibly mixed herself into the Feiyan Swordswoman who was anxious for justice.

The title of Feiyan Swordswoman, in large part, is that this Feijian is as light as a swallow, killing no one. Secondly, she is anxious for justice, and wherever there is injustice, she flies to wherever she goes.

The Feiyan Army once again demonstrated its invincible combat power and quickly cleared the city guards. Then, a copper-skinned swordsman smashed open the city gate.

Li Miaozhen jumped up slightly, his body fell, and then he held the spear, pulled it out forcefully, and fell to the ground with it.

Under her leadership, the Feiyan Army entered the city.

......

"There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to cast yourself in hell." After a brief astonishment, Dream Witch laughed.

Pap! Xu Qi'an jumped off the wall, holding the black gold long knife that Jian Zheng sent him, gritted his teeth and said: "It is you who should go to hell. You are the son of a bitch."

"Xu Ningyan, what are you doing here?" Jiang Luzhong's face changed drastically, "Are you special mother to die? You can't save us, go, hurry."

Are I still leaving?... Xu Qi'an said in heart.

He really couldn't leave, because Dream Witch locked him and was slowly clenching his fists, the black smoke above his head swelled slightly, as if he was accumulating energy.

"Ning Yan, you..." Governor Zhang closed his eyes, "Why are you."

Xu Qi'an didn't panic at all, and communicated with the monk god:

"Master, help me kill this person."

"Master?"

"Fuck, master are you still there? Don't play with me."

"Master, I'm a grassy..."

Fist Gang rushed forward, and the wind and thunder roared in his ears.

When it was, a sigh spread throughout the audience: "Holding the moon and picking the stars, there is no such person as me."

Under Xu Qi'an's feet, a pattern lit up, raising a translucent barrier.

"Boom!"

The air machine exploded on the surface of the barrier, and the explosion sound was deafening, and the blue bricks laid on the ground were immediately set off with a shocking sound.

The lobby of the chief envoy collapsed in half.

The long tinnitus passed, Xu Qi'an heard Jiang Luzhong's roar: "Yang Qianhuan, you are also in Yunzhou, why did you stand idly by, why didn't you take action just now?"

Xu Qi'an looked back suddenly and saw a figure in white clothes standing with his hands behind them, back to them.

For Yang Qianhuan's appearance, he didn't feel any surprise. He just wanted to say: You dead ghost, you are finally here.

Xu Qi'an had long suspected that the sorcerer who took Liang Youping abducted was a certain brother of Sitianjian, and it was most likely Yang Qianhuan.

Sure enough.

Why do I need to explain to others if I, Yang, who has been acting in his life? Yang Qianhuan came up with this sentence in her heart, but did not say it, sighed, and explained:

"I came to Yunzhou to bear the command of my teacher, and I was not here just now."

The task that the supervisor gave him is: optimistic about Xu Qi'an.

Where Xu Qi'an is, he is there.

He was not there when several silver gongs were killed.

"I'll take you away." Yang Qianhuan's formations spread under her feet, covering Xu Qi'an, Governor Zhang and others.

"Huh!"

Dream Witch stepped on the crack pattern, "Yang Qianhuan, you are not qualified to save people in my hands."

Yang Qianhuan’s reply is: "Holding the moon and picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world."

"Arrogant!" Dream Witch's goat beard trembled and seemed angry.

"Can't you walk?" Yang Qianhuan's voice sounded in Xu Qian's ear, "I can only take you away. If there are too many people, the formation pattern will be destroyed if it cannot be formed."

Xu Qi'an raised the corner of his mouth: "You still have another way to take this guy away."

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

"I know." Xu Qi'an replied.

After a short silence, Yang Qian said: "Okay."

He stamped his feet hard, and the formation pattern spread quickly. This time, only Dream Witch was enveloped. When he just reacted, the two disappeared in place.

"Bring out of the city to fight." Xu Qi'an shouted toward the sky.

No reply.

Xu Qi'an brought the two bodies of silver gongs into the lobby and gently placed them at Jiang Luzhong’s feet, "Sorry, I am late."

"You shouldn't come." Jiang Luzhong said solemnly.

I'm here anyway...Xu Qi'an wanted to make fun of it, but when it came to his lips, it turned into a bitter smile.

The gongs helped each other into the inner hall, meditating and vomiting to heal their injuries.

Jiang Luzhong glanced at the surviving gongs, with some relief in his eyes, but the vague fighting sound from 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 were about four or five hundred rebels. When I came in, Hu Benwei was completely damaged."

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

"Fine, nothing..." Governor Zhang gave a sorrowful smile: "It seems that there is no escape. The official has the emperor's grace, and Wei Gong's entrustment."

"You live up to them, you are down to the 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 get away from the back hall." Jiang Luzhong red eyes and urges:

"Ball, hurry up, I died here today with his subordinates. You are the person Wei Gong fancy, you are going to die here, Wei Gong will dig my grave."

"Hopefully, as long as we keep going, we will save the soldiers." Xu Qi'an saw the rebels in his sight, and they attacked.

He looked back and bowed his hand to Governor Zhang: "The Governor is a good official. Although he has a stomach of bad water, he puts the people ahead in his heart. I hate this world, but I can see a good official like you. I am very happy. So I don’t want you to die."

He then gave his hand to Jiang Luzhong: "Jiang Jinluo is a good superior. The Jiaofang Division is a good hand at drinking flower wine. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will ask you to go to the Jiaofang Division. Fragrance won’t work."

He looked at the corpses of three silver gongs: "No matter what kind of people they were during their lifetime, at least when they died, they did not live up to the three words of beating a man."

Finally, he clasped his fists and raised his head, "Wei Gong treats me like a mountain and treats me with preferential treatment. When there is no reason to enjoy welfare, he rushes to the forefront, and when he encounters danger, he shrinks behind."

After speaking, he closed the lobby door.

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

A bronze gong trembles, murmured: "No, no, he is attacking the gods, he can't hold it..."

The governor Zhang stood up tremblingly, and fell down as soon as the weak wind blew, but he stood up firmly, facing Xu Qi'an's back in deep thoughts.

They can't see the situation outside, but in the sound of bow and crossbow firing, in the sound of weapons colliding, in the noisy shouting of killing, the young man's passionate singing:

"The young man is chivalrous, making friends with Wudu Xiongs. The liver and gallbladder are pierced, and the hair is towering. In the talk, life and death are the same. A promise is heavy."

.....

Xu Qi'an guarded the entrance of the courtyard, raising the sword with his hand, and the sword with his hand... the rebels came to kill one, and two to kill the other.

The armor is fragile in the long knife produced by this oral supervisor, not to mention the flesh and blood.

At first, I still felt uncomfortable. I was full of fear for the blood on my hands, but when I killed more, I became numb.

Most of the rebels are ordinary people, and occasionally there are a few masters in the refinement realm. For Xu Qi'an, who has a strong aura and half-footed into the realm of refining the gods, there is actually not much difference.

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

The most troublesome thing is the bow and crossbow. These things are so dense that they can't be held by a knife.

Fortunately, there was a gong tied to his chest, and when he was unable to hurt him, Xu Qi'an tried his best to fly the cold arrow that was shot at the face door.

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

When he passed this limit, he was surprised to find that a new spring emerged from the dry pond, nourishing the soul.

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

.... This is the realm of refining the gods, the realm of refining gods that can surround everything?

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

Live to death!

Xu Qi'an suddenly understood the meaning of monk Shenshu.

The endless squeeze of the soul is itself a kind of life to death. But it was not enough. If the primordial spirit was likened to a piece of iron embryo, the promotion of an ordinary warrior to the refinement realm would be equivalent to only hitting a hammer once.

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

Beheading a hundred people, he once again faced the limit. After the force passed, a new spring emerged, and his mental power once again advanced by leaps and bounds.

"No way, I can't hold it anymore...Smelly monk, I'll leave this life to you, don't play me... There is still a large group of people in the capital who have figured it out. Where's my sister......"

After killing two hundred people in one go, Xinquan did not continue to gush out because Xu Qi'an died after exhaustion.

The rapid growth of the soul has nothing to do with the physical body. He squeezed the primordial spirit again and again, in fact, he squeezed the body again and again, the primordial spirit had new springs gushing out, but the body did not.

The killer finally stopped waving his knife and stood stunned. But the rebels did not continue their offensive. They held their sabers and looked terrifying, vigilant, and frightened. They were terrified of being killed.

"Shoot him with crossbow arrows." A voice shouted from the crowd.

Boom...The bowstring vibrated and the crossbow arrows shot out. I don't know if it was exhausted or emotionally. The crossbow arrows that were originally shot at the center of the eyebrows were turned off and flew over Xu Qi'an's scalp.

But the rebels cheered.

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

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

Churned up.

But at this moment, a flying sword came through the air and swept around the crowd, beheading the soldiers in the front.

Immediately afterwards, four samurai like gods and demons broke through the wall and led a group of armored soldiers to kill in.

At this time, there are more than three hundred rebels, but facing this heavenly soldier, it is no better than leeks. Life was harvested one by one, and the soldiers fell one by one, and the strong smell of blood was disgusting.

After cleaning up the rebel army, the Feiyan army saw an unforgettable scene.

At the entrance of the courtyard, a young man stood proudly, with arrows all over his body, and a corpse at his feet. He stood on the corpse hill, holding a knife.

There is no breath of life.

Li Miaozhen, who wore a scarlet cape, stood in front of him, his back was a bit lonely.

Li Miaozhen, who was originally full of resentment and anger, dreamed of meeting again, and must teach him severely, at this moment, it was like a throat.

Li Miaozhen's eyes are red: "Sorry, I am late."

"Miaozhen..."

A centurion came over, but his eyes stayed on Xu Qi'an.

"Wow." He stood up straight on the spot, his scales collided, and fisted towards Xu Qi'an.

Wow...the clash of scales rang into one piece, and more than 400 Feiyan troops clasped their fists at the same time, making them uniform.

They don't even know who is the young man standing at the entrance of the courtyard and what is his name. But they respect from the heart.

"Go in and see, whether the governor is alive or dead."

Li Miaozhen's voice is slightly hollow.

"Yes!"

The centurion bypassed Xu Qi'an and ran into the courtyard.

Behind the crowd, Su Su, who was overwhelmed by the country, stood quietly in the corner, staring at Xu Qi'an in a daze.

"Are you a fool..."

.....

Hey...

The centurion opened the door and saw the guard sitting cross-legged on the floor, and saw Governor Zhang, who was intact but pale.

There was a look of despair on everyone's faces.

The centurion was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "In the next Feiyan army, Li Hu, you are saved."

Feiyan Army? !

The people in the fight looked at each other. Although they didn't understand why the Feiyan Army appeared here, the shouts of killing from outside did stop.

They are saved.

To come to life from a desperate situation.

"Huh..." Governor Zhang staggered, the tight string finally relaxed, he firmly supported the table, and didn't let himself fall.

"Where is Ning Yan..." Governor Zhang asked: "Who is outside, where is the gong?"

The guards who had escaped from the dead looked over.

Hundred households suddenly dodged a little, afraid to look at their eyes. They had hope in their eyes, and a desire to get good news from their mouths.

"He..... died in battle."

......

Governor Zhang rushed out of the lobby, walked through the courtyard, and came to Xu Qi'an.

But all he saw was a broken human figure, full of arrows and stab wounds, with no signs of life.

For no reason, the last chant of the youth echoed in his ears:

Young chivalrous spirit, make friends with Wuduxiong. Hepatobiliary cavities, hair shrugging. In the talk, life and death are the same. Great promise.

A great promise...

At this moment, the governor sat slumped on the ground, tears running down.

.....

Outside the city.

The rows of crossbows fired, the bowstrings reverberated, and the artillery fired with deafening rumblings.

Yang Qianhuan’s feet lit up a series of patterns with different functions. Sometimes the arrow was wrapped in strong winds to increase its penetration, or to change the rules of operation to chase the enemy.

Sometimes it is to call in flames to increase the power of the bomb explosion. Sometimes it is purely summoning the sky thunder to kill the enemy.

"I am proficient in thirty-six types of formations, 20 of which are attacks and kills, kill you ants, but with a few fingers." Yang Qianhuan coldly snorts:

"But if you take back the previous sentence..."

"What are you talking about?"

The Dream Witch, who has summoned the battle soul several times, is embarrassed. Although he is incomparable, he cannot reach Yang Qianhuan who has mastered the teleportation array.

"You just said that I want to save people in your hands. It's not qualified. Man, you successfully aroused my anger."

"What about taking it back, what about not taking it back."

"If you take it back, you will leave your corpse. If you don't take it back, you will be turned into ashes. You wizards are not good at attacking and killing. The battlefield where the corpses piles up is the wizard's home field. As for this, I have the final say."

"I can't stop you as much as I want to go."

Meng Witch slapped his hand in the air, and the shot exploded. He was pushed back by the frenzied air wave, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Now Governor Zhang and Jiang Luzhong are dead. When the army hoarded in the mountains arrives, you will only have to escape back to the capital in a dingy way."

Speaking of this, Dream Witch suddenly felt his heart palpitations. He frowned, backing up and pinching his fingers.

For Gua masters, heart palpitations are a sign in the dark.

"How is it possible..." Dream Witch exclaimed in exclamation.

He counted the danger, and the danger came from Jiang Lizhong. However, he should have died now, without any vitality.

Before the action, he had a hexagram, and the hexagram indicated that today will be very smooth. But even now, everything has changed.

The hexagram shows a big evil omen.

Who blocked Tianji?

"Boom boom boom..."

At the end of the horizon, a figure rushed towards him. He was still in the distant horizon for a moment, and was close to him the next moment.

It is Jiang Lizhong with a hideous face and red eyes.

The violent energy surges like a sea tide, indicating the boundless anger of the owner.

......

Posts, halls.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao stayed in the hall, and only one gong was left upstairs to guard the prisoner.

The two men's sabers were placed on the table, and no one spoke, sitting silently. This atmosphere has been maintained for half an hour.

Suddenly, the auricles of the two moved together, they heard the sound of wheels and wheels, and stopped at the gate of the post.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao grabbed their sabers and ran out. They saw Governor Zhang in the courtyard, the gongs, and Li Miaozhen with a high pony tail.

They were silent with sadness engraved on their faces.

"Where is Ningyan? Where is Xu Ningyan?" Song Tingfeng looked around in the crowd, but did not see any of his colleagues.

"Outside," a gong whispered.

Song Tingfeng "cocked" in his heart and rushed out desperately. Then, he saw Xu Qi'an in the carriage outside the station.

He has a robe on his face. Song Tingfeng can recognize him because of the unique knife.

Song Tingfeng stretched out his hand, shaking, and tore off his robe.

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Song Tingfeng stood there, bowed his head, maybe five or six seconds. Suddenly, "Ah..." a heart-piercing howl came out.

"Sorrow..." A gong walked over with tears in his eyes.

"Go!" Zhu Guangxiao kicked him out.

Song Tingfeng was still wailing there, "I'll go to your mother's festival, my brother is gone, you let me be sorry...you pay my brother back, pay my brother..."

......

In the gray world, Xu Qi'an saw the small temple again, and there was a handsome young monk sitting in the temple.

"Master..." Xu Qi'an said angrily: "I seem to be dead. I want to greet all the women in your family. I wonder if it is convenient?"