Fan Jun kicked a Japanese soldier over with his kick, and the sword passed by smoothly. The Japanese soldier was killed by the knife before he could scream.
More Japanese soldiers came ashore. Behind the Japanese soldiers, hundreds of large ships were docked at the seashore. Japanese soldiers were constantly jumping into the sea and swimming towards the shore.
"Brothers from Nanhuai, you have to hold on. The reinforcements from Lord Yi and Duke Zhongyi are coming soon!" Fan Jun shouted to encourage morale, and he did not stop moving his hands. The Japanese soldiers who rushed to his side kept coming. Screaming and falling to the ground.
"They say that I, the Nanhuai people, are not good at land warfare. Brothers, we can't let this brother from Donglu look down on us!"
"That can't be done, Nanhuai is number one in the world!"
"Hahahaha, bald dog, you can brag as much as you want, but I like hearing this!"
The Nanhuai Army had been with the Huizheng camp for many days, and they had heard quite a lot about Commander Fan. This man usually did nothing but do nothing, but unexpectedly he was very reliable, leading the troops by example, and not afraid of death.
Fan Jun's personal bravery infected the Nanhuai Army. The Nanhuai Army and the Eastern Japanese soldiers fought together in twos and threes, watching each other, and actually blocked the first wave of charge by the Eastern Japanese soldiers.
On the Eastern Japanese warship, Muto looked at the two armies that had begun to fight on the shore, and said: "The Eastern Japanese warriors cannot be stopped by a small island city. Mr. Fujita, I will leave the Middle-earth man to you."
Fujita nodded and said: "Your Majesty the Emperor!" After saying that, he turned over and jumped out of the ship's side, jumped into the sea, held a knife in his mouth, and swam to the shore.
"This boy Fujita doesn't know the heights of the sky and he will definitely underestimate the enemy. You guys, go and help him!" Muto said after Fujita left. Several black figures flashed out behind him and jumped into the water together. The rest of the Japanese people hadn't seen clearly yet. Whoever it was has disappeared.
Fan Jun was killing vigorously when suddenly two hidden weapons were shot from a distance. Fan Jun raised his hand and knocked away the hidden weapons. He turned around and inserted his knife into the earth. The ground oozed red along the place where the big knife was inserted. of blood.
Fan Jun suddenly drew the knife and brought out a man in black from the ground. The man held the big knife in both hands and wanted to stop the knife from continuing to penetrate, but he was pulled out instead. Fan Jun twisted the sword, and the blade broke all the man's fingers. He slashed down again and decapitated him!
Thunder exploded everywhere in the surrounding land, and then thick smoke slowly rose up. The shore was surrounded by thick fog. Unable to tell the direction, the Nanhuai troops clung to each other and got closer.
"Warn when encountering the enemy! Warn when encountering the enemy!" Fan Jun shouted loudly. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill coming from behind him. He grabbed behind him with his backhand and caught it!
Fan Jun brought the object in his hand up to his eyes and saw that it was actually a piece of Eastern Japanese armor, and it seemed to be the size worn by a teenage boy, a standard Eastern Japanese size.
Fan Jun was wondering why a suit of armor appeared behind him for no reason. He was confident that his feeling was correct, but there was no slippage in his hands at all, as if the armor appeared out of thin air.
"Good opportunity!" Fujita held a long knife and stabbed out from behind Fan Jun, hitting the vital point.
Fan Jun did not turn around, but he did move the sword in his hand back to block the blow. The sword caught him and pulled him, and he pressed on Fujita's body. He grabbed one of his hands and cut behind his back, pushing Fujita to the ground. The sword hung brightly above Fujita's head: "You, a short winter melon, are still playing tricks on me, right? You think I didn't expect you to sneak attack on the same place twice? You are too young."
Fujita struggled and couldn't get rid of it. He stretched out his feet and hooked a big stone at his feet. With a strong hook, his head retracted into his clothes and he disappeared without a trace. There was only one cotton-padded coat left on the ground, which was pinned down by Fan Jun. The cuffs of the cotton-padded coat were still held in Fan Jun's hand.
"Is this little guy born in the year of the fish? So slippery." Fan Jun chopped the cotton-padded clothes into pieces with a few knives and threw them on the ground. As the saying goes, if a thief doesn't escape, even if he can't catch someone, Fan Jun will destroy his clothes and freeze him to death!
There's something strange happening behind me! Fan Jun was wondering, this dwarf was too persistent. He had sneak attacks on the same place three times in a row. Will he be done with it? Fan Jun's repeated small moves behind his back made Fan Jun angry. Without saying a word, he slashed his hand with a big knife and closed his eyes to slash behind him.
Two heads flew high, and two headless corpses in black fell straight down, with blood flowing all over the ground.
Fan Jun looked at the black clothes on the two corpses and remembered that when he was in Richeng, there was an Eastern Japanese man in black who wanted to sneak attack Xue Mang, but he cut off his hand at that time.
"Be careful, the weapons of these men in black seem to be poisonous..." Fan Jun picked up the long knife of the man in black and said to himself.
Fan Jun was looking at the weapons of the Japanese people when he suddenly felt pain in his feet. When he looked down, he saw a three or four-inch long knife wound on his right leg. Fujita held up another weapon of the man in black and retreated into the thick fog with a sinister smile. , disappeared.
"This time it's underground..." The poison attacked very quickly. Fan Jun only felt a burning pain in his right leg. He soon couldn't hold it anymore and knelt on one knee on the ground.
Several men in black appeared around from time to time, and Fan Jun blocked the attacks one after another, but Fan Jun could not stand still. He slumped on the ground, holding a knife, feeling dizzy.
"Commander Fan is here! Everyone, come quickly! Commander Fan is injured!" A Nanhuai soldier discovered Fan Jun. He shouted and called out to dozens of people around him, who surrounded Fan Jun.
"Commander Fan, why don't you call us?" A Nanhuai soldier yelled. Everyone looked around with vigilance. Except for the corpses of the three men in black on the ground, no other Japanese people appeared for the time being.
Fan Jun threw the big knife in his hand towards the ground not far away. A muffled groan came from the ground. Several Nanhuai soldiers rushed over and dug out a man in black from the ground. He was dead.
Fan Jun's consciousness gradually became blurry. He grabbed a Toji Japanese soldier at hand and ordered: "Hold...the shore, be sure to hold on...don't let go...the Japanese..." Before he could finish speaking, Fan Jun had already fainted. .
The fighting between the Nanhuai Army and the Eastern Japanese Army continued. The smoke gradually dissipated, but no one noticed that the dark clouds in the sky began to thicken.
Just when the Nanhuai Army was gradually unable to hold on and was gradually retreating, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky and heavy raindrops fell.
Soon, the rain became heavier and heavier, forming a continuous line. When the two armies faced each other, they could no longer see each other's appearance, let alone wield their swords to kill. Both sides consciously retreated to their own positions, and the Japanese soldiers from the East began to crawl onto the battlefield one by one.
Muto stood on the big ship, the veins in his hand pressing on the wooden railing appeared, and the wood chips on the railing were scratched into pieces.
Fujita grabbed the rope from the sea and climbed up the ship wall: "Master Muto, this rain..."
"Retreat first." Muto turned around and entered the cabin, leaving Fujita standing alone in the rain, wiping his face and calling out bad luck.
On the other side, Dongfang Zhong led his army to the gate of the main camp of the Huzheng Camp.
Dongfang Zhong took the lead, holding a steel gun, and rushed straight to the camp gate. Xiang Lian'er held "Nianjun" and rushed out of the camp gate alone. He didn't bother provoking Dongfang Zhong. He used his flexible body skills to shuttle back and forth among the Donglu army, slashing randomly.
Li Dingxing took out the "Winning Star", stretched his bow and nocked an arrow, and aimed at the Oriental Bell: "Hit!" A loose arrow shot towards the Oriental Bell.
Dongfang Zhong set up his spear and blocked the arrow. Unexpectedly, Li Dingxing opened the "Star Pulling" and shot this arrow with great force. Dongfang Zhong was knocked off his horse by the force of the arrow, and even his horse fell to the ground, unable to stand up.
"Such a strong force..." Dongfang Zhong was quite unbelievable. That unexpected arrow made him feel like his fourth brother Dongfang Shi was rushing towards him.
Xiang Lian'er caught a glimpse of Dongfang Zhong falling from his horse, and stepped on the chest of a Donglu soldier in the crowd, digging in his chest, then turned around and rushed over quickly. Raise "Nianjun" and you will definitely succeed with one strike!
"Qiang!"
An old man raised his sword and stood behind Dongfang Zhong. He collided with Xiang Lian'er's sword and blocked the blow.
Xiang Lian'er was furious and her stubborn temper was rising. She planted her feet firmly, mobilized her inner strength, and pressed forward towards the old man, vowing to hit him with this blow.
Dongfang Zhong's steel spear swept across to rescue the old man. Xiang Lian'er shrank her head to avoid it, her strength was gone, and she could no longer suppress the old man, so she had to retreat.
"This girl is really powerful..." The old man panted slightly. After all, he was not as young as Xiang Lian'er. Under the years, everyone was helpless.
"Is that okay?" Dongfang Zhong is a little funny. You are still going to the battlefield at such an old age, and you are so exhausted.
The old man took a few deep breaths, raised his sword to his chest, and said in a loud voice: "I am one of the four great envoys of Jiuyin Tower! Qin Kunhai! According to the will of the gods, I will destroy all evil!" After saying that, he picked up the sword and held it in his hand. The heart pulled hard, and blood flowed out of the palm.
Qin Kunhai spread his palm across the sky, sprinkling a string of blood beads. The blood beads spread and turned into red mist, which instead tightly wrapped Qin Kunhai.
Dongfang Zhong's eyes widened. Although he had seen Xiao Rantong transform once, it was really not shocking. However, after going through a circle and transforming into "Nezha", the people present were shocked and even more shocked. It was the surprise that he knew how to fight, but no other feeling.
This Qin Kunhai is obviously different. The blood mist covers his body, making people full of expectations. Although he knew that the people in Jiuyin Tower would not harm him, Dongfang Zhong still stepped back a little. It would be bad if he was accidentally injured.
Xiang Lian'er had never seen such a strange sight. She jumped back two steps, looked nervously at the red blood mist, and waited quietly.
Li Dingxing also "pulled the star" on the arrow, but did not pull away. The arrow just made him temporarily lose his strength. He has not fully recovered yet and is resting nervously to regenerate his strength.
The surrounding Donglu Army and Huizheng Camp unanimously stayed away from the blood mist as much as possible. No one knew what happened. If something unexpected happened, they would regret it.
Anyone who can go to the battlefield has an instinct for danger.
The blood mist gradually dissipated, revealing the figure inside. The old and thin figure of Qin Kunhai just now disappeared, replaced by a slightly thicker and straighter figure.
The man in the blood mist has the face of Guan Yu, a purple crown on his head, a Taoist robe, and a sword box on his back, looking like a Taoist.
"I am Lu Dongbin, the founder of Taoist Alchemy, Chunyangzi. Now that you see me, why don't you kneel down?" A dense aura floated away. This Taoist really has a hint of immortality.
Xiang Lian'er looked at this man, unable to resist at all. She could hardly hold the sword in her hand, and her legs were trembling slightly. Li Dingxing was far away, but at this time he had no strength to shoot the arrow.
A drop of rain fell, penetrated the dense air, and hit "Lu Dongbin".
It's raining.
