Seeing the first round of knights in the front row of the Forbidden Army in front of the gate of Jiuyang Sect, all holding long spears and powerful crossbows, holding swords across their waists and crotches, charging straight at their horses, whipping their horses straight from the start. The posture was shaking, but when they got to the door, they directly drove these people to the door with spears.
Although they didn't rush forward any further, their ability to send and receive freely showed that these people were well-trained. Not to mention that these people in front of them are masters, even if they face this kind of posture with thousands of troops, they still have to be somewhat prepared.
Of course, the second row of knights at the back were all holding long bows and arrows, obviously supporting them from a long distance. Their horses carried sharp sabers on their sides, and they slowly took a few steps forward, ready to charge at any time. Regardless of whether the long bow is aimed at a distance or the horizontal sword is used to cut close, it makes people feel chilly.
When the several hundred knights in the first row rushed to the entrance of the village, the several hundred knights in the second row had already stretched their bows and rushed forward, shouting loudly.
"Those who abandon their weapons and surrender will not be killed!"
Although it doesn’t matter how many people spoke in unison, the sensational gesture alone was enough to shake the earth.
"Come prepared! All of this has obviously been planned long ago!" This Taoist priest with a natural expression, although he did not look at the monks around him, seemed to be fully prepared for everything that happened in the courtyard in front of him.
But when his eyes really turned to the monk, he said lightly: "This sect is a place for cultivation. Although it has some ability to protect itself, it is only limited to strengthening the body. From now on I have never had any intention of quarreling with others, but the imperial court has gone too far this time!"
Watching Long Jiejun quietly, he forced the Jiuyang Sect disciples in front of the door. Some of them were even unable to retreat again and had to retreat into the door. Seeing this situation, the Taoist priest seemed to be slightly sighing: "The art of longevity and health is actually coveted by the emperor. This is the first time for a poor Taoist to see it! There is no need for cultivators to compete with him for this leisure time! It's just a pity. Thanks to the great efforts of our ancestors!”
"After hearing the real person's words, I have realized this again recently!" Looking at the disciples of the Nine Sun Sect who rushed out of the gate, they all dodged the long sharp spears. This calm monk seemed to have a look of admiration on his resolute face.
You must know that most of the people who rushed out of the courtyard were some outer disciples recruited by the Jiuyang Sect. Most of the people of the Jiuyang Sect who usually walked outside were these people. There are very few disciples who are truly cultivators, but they have long received some secret orders to hide. Whether it is true self-cultivation or the actual preservation of strength.
These people have been attached to the Jiuyang Sect all year round, just because they want to rely on the sect to do their own business. Now that the Nine Suns Sect has encountered a disaster, they must express themselves no matter what. Although the sect did not abandon them, it was still a strategy for the sect to preserve its strength.
When they saw the rushing horse formation, they originally wanted to resist with their swords in hand, but some of them were already penetrated by the spears that arrived first and were unable to dodge. In an instant, blood flowed across the Jiuyang Sect's courtyard.
"Amitabha! Good, good!" The monk with a face as sharp as a knife trembled slightly when he saw the bright red blood. I don’t know if he is really so merciful. Seeing this scene, I couldn’t help but chant compassionately. I put my slender hands together and chanted the Buddha’s name for salvation.
"Zhi Wuhen, Qu Wushang, you are indeed unusual, you are really good!" The Taoist priest with a calm face saw the actions on the wind and rain bridge in front of the gate, and murmured the two names softly, but his eyes were calm. He was in a trance quietly, as if he was thinking about something in his heart.
Looking at the situation in front of him, even though there was blood, there was no change in the Taoist priest's eyes. Even when he looked at the injured disciples who fell to the ground in front of the gate, struggling and wailing, he did not react, but softly repeated the names of these two people in his mouth.
When he looked over at Zhi Wuhen, who was still jumping on the horse to show off in front of Fu Zhaozhi, although he looked a little funny, he had maintained a professional spirit. Because these imperial soldiers were not fuel-efficient, their spears kept surrounding him, and his movements finally slowly stopped. It seemed that he would either abandon his weapons or be knocked down by the sword.
But He Wuping, who was in charge of the affairs of the Jiuyang Sect's capital here, never drew his sword. Faced with this situation, although he could escape, he knew how much the Nine Sun Sect would have to pay if he did so!
Although he didn't know if there were any elders from the sect watching the actions of people like himself, but as a disciple trained by the sect, He Wuping still understood the methods that the Nine Yang Sect had always used. Whether he is showing it to his elders in the dark or keeping silent on his own wisely, He Wuping has some persistence of his own.
Knowing that he was leading the men to capture Fu Zhaozhi at this moment, he also knew that these soldiers would definitely not stop.
Because this necessary killing had actually been planned long ago and was no longer a situation that he could control.
Looking at Fu Zhaozhi quietly, there was a river of blood in front of the Jiuyang Sect. When the spectators in the distance saw this scene, some timid ones already ran away. Because this is a matter of fighting to the death or taking the initiative to give in, and there will obviously be a melee in the end!
But seeing the pressing Imperial Army, He Wuping felt a little confused. Thinking of the instructions given to him by his elders, it was obviously a little different from what he had imagined at the beginning. If this continues, I'm afraid the Jiuyang Sect will no longer be under supervision today.
When he thought of this, He Wuping exuded an astonishing murderous aura.
"Have you finally lost your patience and decided to resist?" The middle-aged man named Ye next to Fu Zhaozhi, although he didn't know his true identity, looked at He Wuping's actions coldly, and spoke in a low voice to Fu Zhaozhi. Zhaozhi said.
Of course, at this time, she shifted her gaze at the same time, but she couldn't help but look at the highest roof in the courtyard of Jiuyang Sect. Although he didn't know if he was looking at the monk with a knife-like face and the Taoist priest with a calm face, his eyesight penetrated the essence and locked the positions of the two people.
It turned out that not only had he seen two people here, but he also seemed to know what kind of existence they were here! This kind of master's lock on spiritual consciousness is possessed by many masters in the innate realm, and this person's method is obviously extraordinary.
"Hey!" The monk here was obviously a little surprised, and seemed to have sensed the peek of the man named Ye. Then his face did not change, he couldn't help but look this way from a distance, and said softly: "Interesting! Sure enough, Guo Rong is not a fuel-efficient lamp!"
