Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 338|One dream, the sky breaks through the dark clouds

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The sound of killing in the ear is too loud, especially the roar of the catapult.

In addition, the injury on the face disturbed his thoughts, and when Zheng Tu realized that something was wrong, the back line was completely messed up.

“What’s the matter?”

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

Don’t ask these short-sighted and overused guys to continue working hard, but they can’t tolerate them.

“Whoever rushes indiscriminately, cut!”

Zheng Tu shouted with eyebrows and eyes, and several other generals responded in time and gave similar orders.

However, they have always relied on the intimidation and coaxing of the Holy Lotus Altar to govern the army. The sergeant of the rebels saw that there was a saint in the panicked crowd, and he was immediately stupid.

The saint’s white robe is very conspicuous.

Everyone took a closer look, and it was not just the saint, but the guardian of the holy lotus altar and the incense lord, who were inextricably in the past, didn’t look good. Those who yelled and ran around, except for a few soldiers from the rebellious army, were more of the congregation who held the prayer flags, trumpets and trumpets.

Except for the people who came to vote, the rest of the sacred lotus altar congregation were carefully selected. They did not have the ability to speak well and had a face with good senses. Wanting to run errands next to the saint’s protector is a delusion. After being selected, he can still practice martial arts skills, eat and wear much better, so it is a good job in the eyes of everyone, and being able to get close to the saint and the leader, the blessing is better than others.

At this moment, they are so bluffing that they are running rampant like a headless fly. It is these congregants.

The rebel soldiers were stunned for a while, not knowing how to execute General Zheng’s orders.

“The monster is coming!”

“The demon has set off a demon wind and has already engulfed the leader and Li Hufa… and killed several incense masters…”

“Go to the Chenghuang Temple, the saint said that he can ask the heavenly soldiers and generals to do the demon!”

The Holy Lotus Altar cultists shouted loudly, but no one dared to move to a place where there was no light.

They have never been to Nanping County Fucheng. It is late at night now. Who knows where the Chenghuang Temple is? Out of the instinct to survive, they will only run to the brightest place. After all, they are no different from the blind when they are in the dark. Now that the life and death of Master Luo is uncertain, they naturally can only think of the King of Heaven.

“Xingjun help!”

“The King–“

The rebel soldiers were also affected, and turned around in panic.

People who believe in the rhetoric of Mr. Ziwei Xing can’t wait to get close to the King of Heaven.

The saints and the guardians are in shock, and when they come back and find something wrong, they can no longer restrain the congregation.

The demon’s talk is like a double-edged sword. Now it is turning to cut yourself. No matter how they scolded, the cultists of the Holy Lotus Altar who saw the tragic death of the protector incense master were shocked. How much did these people believe in themselves? Invulnerable and protected by blessings, now I am so convinced that the horror of demons is powerful, and I don’t even have the idea of ​​trying to resist.

That’s a monster! How can a mortal stand it?

Like a stone thrown into the lake, the ripples that have spread rapidly expand, and the originally neatly arranged military formation has now collapsed.

Except for the vanguard who killed feverishly in the front with red eyes, and some elite soldiers who were behind them, the rest of the people had forgotten the gate of the city near Chichi. The threat of monsters was even more terrible. They urgently needed someone to stand. Come out and say a few words of comfort.

The chariot of the Heavenly Consecrated King was inevitably rammed. Even though the attendant saint and a few masters of the lotus altar yelled at him, the panicked crowd still flocked desperately and stretched out their arms to the chariot.

——The heads are crowded, and countless arms are held high, waving and struggling, against the flames of flames, like a yellow spring hell.

The “Tianshou King” on the carriage saw this scene, even with a mask covering his face, he could still see that his eyes were full of panic and anxiety.

He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move, and he was a puppet who temporarily drove the ducks to the shelves. He couldn’t sustain this situation at all.

In fear, the person almost fainted.

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

After the mysterious master with a knife retired the day before yesterday, Zheng Tu assessed the strength of the opponent, thinking that the assassin may have died of serious injuries. The chance of the two coming together again is unlikely to come back, but Zheng Tu still did not dare to take the risk and was injured. If it’s a little better, it will rectify the people and horses to attack the city of Nanping County.

Unexpectedly… In addition to the assassin, the other party has other personnel?

Fengxing Pavilion?

Or Hengshan School?

There were countless speculations flashing in Zheng Tu’s mind, and the situation in Jiangnan was not clear.

On the surface, the biggest authentic sect here is the Hengshan School, and then the Fengxing Pavilion, which involves countless news channels. But in fact, the Fengxing Pavilion itself has troubles with ambiguity. It has a thousand influences with the King Ning of Yangzhou. Involved in everything. Jingzhou hides the remnants of Xiliang, and even King Wu is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He has gathered many people from the rivers and lakes with high-ranking officials.

“Continue to attack the city, and you can’t give the Jingzhou army a chance to breathe.” Zheng Tu tried his best to calm his mind, while forcing his subordinates to gather the soldiers and horses.

Other generals also saw that the situation was not good. They thought more than ordinary rebel soldiers. If the Heavenly Grant King’s army failed here, all the previous advantages would be lost. Jingzhou was messed up, but everyone did not. What substantial benefits are obtained. They originally came from the officialdom of Yizhou, but due to the situation, they abandoned their officials and became bandits and finally became rebels. They were not satisfied by robbing the people of Jiangnan. If they continue like this, let alone the king and worship, I am afraid that it will kill you. It’s not guaranteed.

The generals secretly made a vengeance, and must conquer this city, completely defeat the Jingzhou army, and then recruit the fugitives to expand their forces.

This is feasible. In these years, whoever eats money and food will work for whoever, especially if one person eats enough for the whole family, how can there be any loyalty? As for those fools who are full of immortals and monsters, they are dead and pulled down!

So all the generals tacitly abandon the “Heavenly Granted King” decisively, and fight in person.

The flames skyrocketed and the smoke billowed.

Zheng Tu believes that the martial arts of the leader of Yiluo is sufficient to cope with all situations.

Ten thousand steps back and said, if you can’t beat it, you can escape.

Zheng Tu just hurt his face. After several days of adjusting his breath, the internal injuries healed a long time ago, and he joined hands with Master Luo, even if he faced the Qingwu ancestor Zhao Zangfeng, he might not be at a disadvantage…

Damn it! Zheng Tu gritted his teeth to help his forehead, and he had an ominous premonition.

Since arriving in Huaxian, accidents have occurred frequently, and Zheng Tu has not dared to predict something with certainty.

“Qiang.”

A thing fell from the sky and fell straight in front of Zheng Tuma.

The horse hissed in fright, and people stood up.

Zheng Tu has superb riding skills, hurriedly pulling on the reins, and he just controlled the horse.

When he fixed his eyes to the ground, he suddenly opened his eyes.

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

The crowd dispersed slightly, and the people of the Holy Lotus Altar who were squeezed over also saw this object, and they were instantly terrified.

“It is the weapon of Lord Luo Jiao…”

The crescent halberd was inserted upside down in the crevice of the stone slabs, the hanging ears were stained with bright red, the meniscus wide blade was twisted vigorously, and the halberd’s handle was broken and divided into two directly.

This weapon that made the masters of the Holy Lotus Altar very afraid, appeared in such a decadent phenomenon, seems to foreshadow something.

“No!”

“Impossible!”

The crowd screamed in surprise, and Zheng Tu’s figure sitting on the horse even swayed.

Although there is no one here and there is a saying that the leader of Luo is dead, but for the people of the rivers and lakes, the abandoned and damaged weapons that have depended on their fame are more terrible than death.

“With only a short time, how could the leader… be defeated?”

The people of the Holy Lotus Altar know best how high the martial arts of Master Luo is. They can’t even imagine what kind of martial arts realm is needed to kill Master Luo. It’s like a mountain river bursting, the sun and the moon reversed, it’s almost impossible to happen.

“Pop!”

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

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

“Come out!”

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

The fatal wound of Lord Luo is in my heart. Looking at the traces, it is left by the mysterious master who rescued the assassin.

“You are both able to endure murder and abandon your corpse to provoke you. Why do you hide your head and expose your tail at this time?” Zheng Tu focused his internal strength, his voice reverberating continuously within half a mile, everyone felt humming in his ears and dizzy. Unsteady standing.

Zheng Tu seemed reckless, but in fact he was fully guarded, and his eyes scanned the nearby houses.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a roof ridge.

A figure stood silently in the dark shadow on the side of the roof, the autumn wind was bleak, and the clothes fluttered.

The ghost who did not know when, amidst the skyrocketing flames and the sound of killing, pressing the handle of the knife, moonlight lingeringly reflected on the blade.

It’s obviously a bleak, unopened curved blade, and there is no trace of blood stained. People are more like mountains, rocks, pine and willows, and there is no murderous intent. Zheng Tu’s pupils shrank suddenly, as if he heard the ringing of Huangquan in his ears, and the ominous omen was more vigorous.

Intuition accompanied Zheng Tu in his early years, surpassing countless opponents.

He got up almost subconsciously and retreated to the right back.

Only hearing the horrible screams, Zheng Tu was standing there, flesh and blood flying across the back of the horse.

“It’s a pity a good horse.”

Meng Qi sighed, and in an instant, there were more than ten purple sword lights densely in front of him, all of which were illusions left by sword moves too quickly.

A dozen saints in white and the protector of the Holy Lotus Altar burst with blood on their chests, killing them on the spot.

Zheng Tu has already jumped up to the ridge, turning his palms and splitting, facing the face without a sharp edge.

He knew that if he couldn’t get through the catastrophe tonight, he would stop mentioning other things.

Zheng Tu does not use weapons in the arena, but it does not mean that there is no secret trick.

He turned between his palms, both hands were holding finger tigers, and the sharp blades at the five knuckles shone coldly.

The space required for the boxing technique is extremely narrow. The weapon in the hand of the ink carp is a short knife, which makes the two of them get close and dangerous. The finger tiger and the blade brushed the ear and the throat time and time again, and the others were breathless and staring. , Dare not miss anything.

However, the battle situation was far less thrilling than they thought.

Sixty seconds of a finger, nine hundred births and deaths in a flash, and dozens of moves passed in a blink of an eye. The bladeless blade and the finger tiger did not even touch once, including Qi Jin and no collision, only the tiles under their feet shattered one after another.

“The more sophisticated swordsmanship and swordsmanship, the more traces can be followed. Just like a sound of heaven, a stringed song has a spectrum, and a wrong sound destroys all of it.

“It’s hard for others to fight, often because they don’t have a firm mind, no deep internal strength, and no quicker shots to continue to resolve.”

Zheng Tu sneered. He may not be as strong as his master Zhao Zangfeng, but his martial arts talent lies in breaking and breaking tricks.

“You can’t kill me, unless you forget the sword technique you practice hard day and night. Unfortunately, the sword intent is the instinct that is blended in the flesh and blood of the people of the rivers and lakes. Even if you abandon the moves, the sword intent itself will not change.”

Referring to the tiger turning again, the cold light is like dawn in the night sky.

The two figures are as swift as electricity, indistinguishable by the naked eye, and the surrounding tiles resemble rain.

For such a close confrontation, such a quick attack, no one else can intervene at all.

Meng Qi raised his eyes and looked around, suddenly holding a sword to cut off an old man’s hand that stretched out his sleeve, only to hear a loud noise, smoke broke out on the spot, and the old man and several people around him fell vaguely.

“It turned out to be Pilitang.”

The masters of the holy lotus altar know that they are not good, and ignore the others, they split up and fled in all directions.

The battle ahead is chaotic, and there are panicked and crowded congregations and rebel soldiers everywhere. Even though Meng Qi has made a perfect effort, it is impossible to kill the sacred lotus altar masters scattered among tens of thousands in time. .

This is also the idea of ​​the people at the Holy Lotus Altar.

Run, as long as you are lucky, it may not be you who will die.

The bandage on Zheng Tu’s face was loose, revealing deep and shallow hideous wounds, and his expression looked even more distorted.

“It’s a marvelous sword intent, yin and yang, living against death. You are a good opponent! I guess you are the one… who killed my master?” Zheng Tu suddenly laughed wildly, causing the wound to bleed. Wu said with hatred, “The master disciple of the mysterious doctor Xuan Hu, and the teacher of the Chu Dynasty Meng Guo?”

“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 holding a whisk and a long sword on their backs went retrograde.

He heard a long and more leisurely moan, the sword was out of its sheath.

“Pan Dao finally caught up.”

The Taoist priest took a step forward with his sword, the sword light passed, and the **** rain flew across, and then the sound of cold and solemn sound spread everywhere.

“Tianshan sent Ning Changyuan here to join the evil spirits of the Holy Lotus Altar. Today is the time for you to be the first.”