Wang Qi'an's twin dragon spears flew out and chased the remaining few people.
Qian Hong turned around when he heard the sound, pulled out the dragon pattern sword, and charged forward with anger.
Qian Yi was shocked when he saw the emperor personally entering the battle, and hurriedly led the remaining Black Panthers to escort him.
Wang Qi'an did not dare to be careless, so he used all his strength and used all his skills to challenge two people in a row, and killed them to the point where Fa Zhi was paralyzed.
Qian Hong was fighting alone, while the others were already fighting in a melee with Qian Yi's Black Panther Cavalry.
Fazhi stepped back continuously, and the color of his deep eyes gradually changed, becoming darker and darker purple.
Wang Qi'an knew that he was gathering strength to use the purple pupil magic skill.
Sure enough, he saw that the palm of his right hand turned purple and purple gas came out. He shouted loudly and struck at him.
"Those who are facing...soldiers...fighting...all...arrange...in front...and go..."
Wang Qi'an was already prepared. He spoke the nine-character mantra in a steady and steady manner, and drew the corresponding figures with his left hand.
Every time a word is spoken, Fa Zhi Kung Fu stagnates slightly, and the purple light in his eyes weakens.
"Broken!" He shouted loudly, and just as the purple energy was about to disappear, he struck out with a palm, hitting Fa Zhi's fingertips.
A huge stream of air rushed out, and there was a slight "click" sound. Fazhi's wrist was broken, paralyzed and drooping.
He howled miserably, held his right wrist with his left hand, backed away, glanced at Wang Qian with a vicious look, suddenly swept to the edge of the stage, and jumped off.
At this time, a loud sound was heard on the stone steps on the right.
The enemy had already reached the edge of the stage, and Laoxiong led the remaining soldiers to retreat step by step, still fighting bloody battles.
The clothes of the three Azhens were torn and covered in blood. It was impossible to tell whether it was their own or the enemy's.
The power of his sword has slowed down, and it can be seen that a round of fighting has severely depleted his energy.
Wang Qi'an's twin dragon spears whirled and stirred up the enemy, but he couldn't help but the enemies came in like a tide and kept killing them. If he continued like this, he would surely die from exhaustion.
Many officials and ministers who were unable to protect themselves were killed or injured by the enemy's sword.
During the melee, a ball of black light suddenly shot towards Wang Qi'an. Wang Qi'an was unable to dodge, and several iron needles pierced his chest deeply.
At a glance, he saw the azure blue red hair and knew it was a hidden weapon coming from her dragon head.
Fortunately, he still had the soft gold armor on his body and no skin was injured.
Hearing the sharp sound of wind, Wang Qi'an raised his hand with his backhand, and with a clash, the enemy's weapon was drawn back.
The sneak attacker was naturally Xing Mochou.
It turned out that four people from Baibing Mountain City discovered Wang Qi'an, abandoned the others, and attacked him one after another.
Bi Hailan and Xing Mochou retreated with one strike, while Wang Qi'an was blocked by other enemies and found it difficult to pursue.
He picked off several people one after another and saw Ji Wen escape with his long sword, tripping and falling to the ground. It was extremely dangerous.
He was about to step forward to rescue him, when a knife appeared in front of him.
Naturally, Xing Moyou and the sword wielding boy found an opening and attacked him.
Wang Qi'an was worried about Ji Wen's life. The red light of the Double Dragon Spear suddenly exploded, the sound of hissing was loud, and the surrounding temperature suddenly became hot.
There was no wind in his clothes, and a cyclone surged out in front of him, like a hurricane blowing. The weaker enemy soldiers had already retreated.
Just hearing a loud "roar", the other people's guns merged into one, like a fire dragon with red light all over its body. As fast as lightning, it penetrated into the enemy's formation and chased the four people from Baibing Mountain City.
The screams and screams continued, and the surrounding enemies flew out. Xing Moyou and the young man who wielded the sword were the first to bear the brunt. Their weapons fell from their hands, and their blood was scattered. They fell down to the stage like kites with broken strings.
Xing Mochou and Bi Hailan were a little far away, and they used their skills in time to resist, but they also fell to the ground and could not get up for a long time.
The enemy was so frightened by Wang Qi'an's magical power that they did not dare to attack for a while.
Ah Zhen and others all retreated to his side, but they were at the end of their rope.
Wang Qi'an knew that he was in trouble. Although he injured four enemy masters in one fell swoop, it also consumed a lot of energy and he urgently needed to use his energy and regulate his breathing.
At this time, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the left-step mountain road, and the enemy formations below were suddenly in chaos and fled in all directions.
A round of arrows rained down, and the enemies who could not dodge fell to the ground screaming.
From the road that split open, a team wearing heavy armor could be seen charging towards them.
There was one person in the lead with two heavy axes, slashing left and right, but there was no one who could combine them.
The general on the left holds a giant shield in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand, capable of both offense and defense.
The general on the right has a long-handled scimitar, which is invincible and kills the enemy with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
The three of them were so powerful that they led their team to the stage in a blink of an eye.
"Young Marshal, please atone for Fan's late arrival to the war!"
Those who came were none other than Fan Zhan, Luo Yihu, and Luo Chong.
They used crossbows to clear the way, charged with iron armor, and led 300 soldiers to break through the enemy's defense line in one fell swoop and charge in.
The sound of killing started again.
Guan Xiong, who wears a green robe and has a long beard hanging down from his chest, has a large Guan Dao. He can kill enemies like chopping melons and vegetables.
Next to him is Yan Ruyu, dressed in blue, with a sword in his hand that fills the sky.
The two led a group of well-dressed disciples from the Shenju Valley and Dongting Clan, and followed Fan Zhan's team to charge forward.
Behind them, there was actually a group of hundreds of monks holding sticks. They were highly skilled in martial arts. They struck left and right, killing the enemies who were close to them and howling and screaming.
Fan Zhan's extraordinary troops, as well as the Shenju Valley and Dongting Gangs, were all deployed by Wang Qi'an in advance.
But what happened to this group of monks, he didn't know, and he was very surprised.
Fan Zhan and others instantly protected the mountain road on the right, killing the enemy and causing them to flee in panic.
Azhen and others took a breath and finally took the opportunity to adjust their breath and heal their injuries.
Wang Qi'an adjusted his breathing for a while, recovered a little, came to Fan Zhan and the others, and looked down.
When Cheng Yu and Wei Zhaoxiang saw the sudden arrival of reinforcements, they didn't know why and were suspicious.
One monk in dark gray and one light blue robes came forward and raised their palms in salute to Wang Qi'an.
The gray-robed monk said respectfully:
"The poor monk Yongfu Temple is enlightened, this is senior brother Asuka of Huaguang Temple.
Hearing that the Holy Master and the Taifu were trapped here, we all followed the orders of our respective hosts and summoned seven or eight temple monks in the Tianmu Mountains to come for support. "
Wang Qi'an hurriedly returned the gift and thanked him, thinking that Buddhism is prevalent in the East Yue Kingdom, and he did not expect that it would come in handy at this critical moment.
Huaguang Temple Asuka said:
"Amitabha! The hosts said that the Taifu killed evildoers for Buddhism and that they have a good relationship. They asked me to come and act according to the Taifu's orders."
Wang Qi'an suddenly realized that it seemed that the influence of the legend of Buddha's bones and the killing of Brahma Fatian had penetrated deeply into Buddhism.
At this time, Cheng Yu and others seemed to have figured out that the reinforcements that arrived were only a few hundred, so they regrouped and were preparing for the next round of fighting.
Smoke and dust billowed at the foot of the mountain, horses' hooves roared, then drums beat rapidly, and there was a loud killing sound.
Everyone looked down and saw a large number of brightly armored Shenjie troops and Black Panthers all over the mountains and plains, charging towards Cheng Yu.
Wang Qi'an saw clearly that the leading general was Fan Liu.
And Ji Wurui, who was sent away by him halfway, was on his side. The sword technique in his hand was changing at this moment, and his thrust was sure to hit.
Wang Qi'an was glad that these two people did not disappoint him. They invited reinforcements and arrived in time.
He raised his arms and shouted excitedly:
"Reinforcements have arrived, please follow me and attack from both front and back to take the thief's head!"
He led Fan Zhan and others to rush down the stone steps.
Seeing more and more reinforcements, Cheng Yu and Wei Zhaoxiang protected Suo Fei and her son and hurriedly chose a way to escape.
