Zhang Ren loosened his fingers slightly, and Gao Wentai's body slipped directly to the ground. Although his face was solemn, he was seriously injured and couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Li Zhenjun has been around the world for many years, and Ji Gang has quite a bit of combat experience in the past few years. They both know how to take advantage of your illness to kill you.
The embroidered spring knife and the nine-hole ring-headed knife came out at the same time, and they rushed towards Zhang Ren's vital points. Zhang Ren took half a step forward, stretched out his hands, and pressed down the wrists of Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang at the same time. Then his body suddenly rushed forward, and his shoulders hit Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang hard.
How could they have imagined that even if Zhang Ren suffered a penetrating injury, he would still be so brave. If it were an ordinary person with such an injury, he would have lost his combat effectiveness long ago and would have no choice but to be slaughtered.
The two of them couldn't help but sigh at the same time. Zhang Ren was able to suppress the injury for the time being, and his internal strength was still quite deep.
The two of them retreated at the same time, but how could Zhang Ren let them do what they wanted? Zhang Ren didn't let go of his hand just now, and directly pulled the two of them back to him.
Being pulled like this, the two of them subconsciously wanted to retreat, but now that their feet were not touching the ground, they had no place to draw strength from. They could only watch helplessly as Zhang Ren manipulated them at will.
Zhang Ren took a deep breath, his shoulders naturally sank, he let go of his hands, and stretched out both palms. The palms seemed to move slowly and weakly.
But Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang just had some inescapable feelings. Zhang Ren's palm hit them, and the strong internal energy rushed out quickly, sending the two of them flying far away.
This is Wudang Mianzhang. Although it looks soft, the inner strength is restrained and can only be released in the end. It is an extremely powerful palm technique.
If Zhang Ren was at his peak, Ji Gang could be killed with just one palm. Even if Li Zhenjun's internal strength was much higher than Ji Gang's, he would still be seriously injured.
It's just that at this moment, Zhang Ren's body suffered a penetrating injury. Even though he had sealed the wound with internal force, the pain of the wound could not be eliminated by half. Moreover, he also lost a lot of blood. With the depletion of Qi and blood, he would inevitably lack internal energy. .
Therefore, the slap just now did not cause much harm to Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang. After the two of them stabilized their bodies and looked at each other, they attacked Zhang Ren again with their weapons.
...Zhang Yu's side. Perhaps because of his old age and the desperate struggle, he only felt extremely tired at this moment.
He gasped for air, and when the breath passed through his throat, there was a tearing pain. His long sword had been curled, and his hand was shaking violently, but he still persisted and did not let go.
The personal guards around him had been slaughtered, leaving only one monk, Wu Peng. The two of them had worked together to kill many soldiers and horses of the imperial court. At this moment, the soldiers surrounding them felt that they were extremely brave, and they did not have the courage to go forward. They could only hold the weapons in their hands tightly and surround them.
The two of them had a rare breather. Zhang Yu raised his eyes, looked at the banner of King Yan that was gradually disappearing, and then looked at the endless court troops and horses, finally exhaled and whispered: "I guess it should be safe where King Yan is.
"Monk Wu Peng on the side also took a distant look and said, "It should be safe." Zhang Yu nodded lightly, with a smile on his lips, "Very good, the prince was able to escape. In this way, I can always prove my innocence. Bar.
"Monk Wu Peng clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, why do you care about other people's opinions?" Zhang Yu shook his head gently, "If I am alone, of course I don't have to think about it, but Fu'er and Ren'er are still young, they have I have to go my own way. If I die here today, it will be a relief for myself, and it will also be good for Fuer and Rener.
Monk Wu Peng glanced at Zhang Yu lightly and said, "I won't let you die if I'm here, poor monk." Zhang Yu wanted to raise his hand, but he was too tired, so he could only tap it with his chin. The soldiers around him asked, "Are you sure you can break out of the siege?
"Monk Wu Peng looked around, shook his head slightly and said, "We can't kill him at all." Zhang Yu grinned and said, "Then don't guard me here. I know that you people in the world are all good at Qinggong. With your current situation, With the remaining strength, escaping shouldn't be a big problem. You're still young, so why bother dying with me?
"Wu Peng has practiced all kinds of horizontal kung fu. To put it bluntly, he can resist beatings. However, his light kung fu is not great, otherwise he could have escaped with Zhang Yu.
Of course, now is not the time to think about this. Wu Peng shook his head at Zhang Yu and said: "The poor monk will not leave alone. If the poor monk leaves, how will the poor monk explain to Zhang Ren when he sees him in the future?
He helped the poor monk avenge his family, and the poor monk must always help him protect you. If we hold on a little longer, there is no chance that King Yan will lead his army to rescue you.
Zhang Yu also shook his head and said: "I will not get out alive. From the moment I led the troops into the battle, I had no intention of getting out alive."
Zhang Yu looked at the corpses of those around him and continued: "These are all good men of the Yan army. They rushed into the battle with me and saved His Highness King Yan. They deserved their death. But they are my soldiers after all. I was the one who brought them to the battlefield. If I survive alone, how can I face the relatives of these soldiers in the future?
Monk, just think of me as begging you. This war has nothing to do with you. There is no need for you to get involved. Moreover, you have saved my life several times since the beginning of the war. That child Ren'er has a pure nature, and I am the most... Understand, even if you meet Ren'er in the future, he will not complain about you.
"Zhang Yu and Wu Peng looked at each other, and their voices slowed down a bit, "If you die here with me, I'm afraid my conscience will feel bad. You are an outsider after all, and I have shouldered too many things. I don't want to die. At that time, I have to bear your life.
"Amitabha." The only answer to Zhang Yu was this Buddha's name. Wu Peng's family suffered huge changes back then, and he had been practicing Zen in Shaolin for so many years. His state of mind was already extremely firm. As long as it was something he believed in, no one could change his mind. Even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, he would never look back.
In order to show his determination, Wu Peng mobilized his inner strength, and the golden light on his body also lit up.
Zhang Yu saw the determination in Wu Peng's eyes, and could only helplessly shake his head, this silly monk, isn't it good to live?
Of course it is good to be alive, but in the eyes of Monk Wu Peng, some things are far more important than life and death. Zhang Yu didn't say anything more, but slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of determination, "Since you, a silly monk, refuse to leave, then the two of us will join hands. , let’s have a good fight!
"After saying this, Zhang Yu seemed to be filled with strength again. He took one step, then two steps, and then each step became faster and faster until he turned into a run. When he got close to the Ming army, Zhang Yu raised his long sword and struck down with all his strength.
The Ming army was already large in number, and it was even more impossible to sit still and wait for death at this moment. Someone on the left and right thrust their spears directly at Zhang Yu.
But under the shining golden light, the spear only hit Monk Wu Peng's hard body. ...The golden light on the battlefield was naturally particularly eye-catching, and even Zhang Ren on the city wall noticed this.
He looked carefully in the direction of the golden light and finally saw Zhang Yu and Monk Wu Peng who were still fighting.
He originally thought that when he separated from Monk Wu Peng, he would avenge himself and that Monk Wu Peng would either return to Shaolin to continue practicing, or he would travel around the world. Even though he always said that he had returned to secular life, he opened his mouth to say "Amitabha" and closed his mouth to "Poor Monk". ”, how can it be easily changed?
What Zhang Ren didn't expect was that monk Wu Peng actually ran to the Yan army to protect his uncle. While Zhang Ren was distracted, Li Zhenjun's nine-hole ring-shaped sword directly scratched Zhang Ren's shoulder, and Ji Gang's embroidered spring knife also left a wound on Zhang Ren's leg.
Zhang Ren rolled over in pain and avoided the next attacks from the two men. At this moment, he no longer cares about the situation under Dongchang City, because as long as he doesn't pay attention, he will also hate it.
Ji Gang looked at Zhang Ren's wretched appearance and couldn't help but smile scornfully: "Haha, Lord Governor, is the sword of a lowly position still sharp?
It's a pity that Beizi came in too hasty this time. If he had known that the knife in his hand could hurt the governor, Beizi would have put some poison on the knife no matter what. In this way, Beizi could have saved a lot of energy.
Zhang Ren snorted coldly. He advanced instead of retreating. He stood up and attacked Ji Gang. Even with injuries aggravated, Zhang Ren's offensive at this moment was still fierce, and his set of wind-returning palms were so airtight that he forced Ji Gang to retreat step by step.
Li Zhenjun, on the other hand, only defended himself with a knife, as if he had no intention of stepping forward to help. It can also be seen from this that the alliance between the two is not strong.
Ji Gang also resisted the pressure and yelled at Li Zhenjun angrily: "If you don't help me, I will really die. Without me, how can you be reused?
After hearing this, Li Zhenjun stepped forward and joined the battle group. With the addition of Li Zhenjun, Ji Gang has stabilized his position and is no longer forced to retreat by Zhang Ren. He can even occasionally counterattack.
Zhang Ren's physical strength also began to decline. It's a pity that Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang are very different from each other, and they always have to guard against each other, so they can't use their full strength. Otherwise, if the two of them work together to exert their full strength, they will be enough to take down Zhang Ren now.
The three of them fought for more than twenty rounds, but suddenly a loud shout came from the city. "Zhang Ren! This poor monk wanted to protect your uncle, but he has already tried his best!
"After hearing these words, Zhang Ren had to divert his attention and look towards the bottom of the city. I saw that the originally dazzling golden light had gradually dimmed.
After such a long battle, Wu Peng's internal energy was exhausted. He reluctantly dispersed the golden bell and shouted this sentence with his last strength.
He knew that Zhang Ren must be somewhere on the battlefield, and he believed that Zhang Ren must be able to hear these words. As long as Zhang Ren heard it, he would feel at ease.
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