Erzhuang's eyes were red from the killing, and he fell into a state of madness. His physical strength and internal strength were about to be exhausted. His originally strong body was on the verge of collapse due to new injuries and old injuries, but he didn't care at all and continued to cut with all his strength. Kill the Qinghe soldiers in front of you.
Zhao Mingtang frowned and paid attention to the situation of Er Zhuang. He only blocked the enemy's sneak attack for Er Zhuang, which did not consume much.
After Erzhuang chopped down a Qinghe soldier, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered and almost fell down.
Zhao Mingtang had quick hands and eyes. He stepped forward to support Er Zhuang and raised his knife to stop the sneak attack of a Qing He soldier. Although Er Zhuang was ill, he reacted very quickly and did not move slowly. He immediately stabbed the Qing He soldier in the abdomen with his knife. , Erzhuang drew out his knife and kicked Qing Heping away. Qing Heping fell to the ground and never got up again.
"Brother Zhou, you can't kill the enemy anymore. If you continue like this, you won't be able to hold on until the enemy is finished!" Zhao Mingtang grabbed Er Zhuang's arm and said anxiously.
"Let me go! I want to kill!" Erzhuang still maintained a clear mind. He did not take action against Zhao Mingtang. He just broke away from Zhao Mingtang's hand and charged towards the enemy in front with his knife again.
Zhao Mingtang frowned. If Erzhuang continued like this, he would definitely die. Even if he was not killed by the enemy, he would die of exhaustion.
He summoned several Pao Ze and chased him. This time, Zhao Mingtang stopped holding back and fought with all his strength. He soon killed all the Qing soldiers nearby. Seeing that there was no one in front of them, Erzhuang was about to attack Kill further away.
Zhao Mingtang sighed softly and stepped forward quickly to appear behind Er Zhuang. Er Zhuang had no defense against him and didn't care. Zhao Mingtang decisively struck Er Zhuang on the back of his neck with the handle of his knife. Er Zhuang, who was already at the end of his powerful crossbow, could not withstand such a blow. He fainted and fell forward, but was caught firmly by Zhao Mingtang.
At Zhao Mingtang's signal, two very strong Beidou City Guards soldiers picked them up and walked to the rear. Zhao Mingtang and the other soldiers retreated while guarding in front.
The battlefield was changing rapidly. At this moment, a group of Qinghe cavalry attacked here. There were about twenty people in this group. After the leader saw Zhao Mingtang and others, he raised his Qinghe pheasant knife and shouted loudly: "These Central Plains people still want to escape, kill them!"
Zhao Mingtang's expression changed drastically, and he said to Pao Ze beside him: "You go first, I will stop them!"
After saying this, he didn't care about anyone else and rushed towards the twenty-odd horsemen galloping towards him with his knife in hand.
"Vice General Zhao doesn't treat us as brothers!"
"When you become an official, you want to leave us behind."
"If you want to be a hero, it's a beautiful thought!"
The five soldiers who were guarding Zhao Mingtang ignored Zhao Mingtang's arrangements and rushed forward with him. The two strong men holding two strong men now had a mission, so they could only speed up and retreat back. But their eyes were full of pain.
Zhao Mingtang lamented in his heart that these brothers who had been with him through life and death were naturally unwilling to let him stay and die alone, so he stepped forward, but staying here was extremely dangerous, and he didn't want his brothers to stay, but now that the matter was over, he could All you have to do is kill as many enemies as possible.
When Zhao Mingtang was about to meet the horses of the Qinghe cavalry, he flew up and cut off the head of a Qinghe cavalryman with one knife, causing blood to spurt out.
When Zhao Mingtang was falling, the leading Qinghe cavalry suddenly struck him in the face with a sword. With the momentum of the horse, if the sword hit, Zhao Mingtang's head would explode, and he would inevitably die.
Zhao Mingtang noticed this fatal knife. While making a blocking movement with the knife, he kicked the horse beside him in the belly. The running horse was almost knocked down by Zhao Mingtang's powerful and heavy kick. Zhao Mingtang himself suddenly used the power of this kick to move his body quickly laterally.
After finishing these Pheasant Saber attacks, Zhao Mingtang swung his saber across Pheasant Saber body and dodged it. After landing, he did not stop and continued to kill the enemies in the rear, while the cavalrymen who rushed over turned their targets to rush towards them. Five Beidou City Guardsmen came up.
After Zhao Mingtang killed the four cavalry, he came back to his senses and found that the five robes in the rear had all been killed. He roared and chased after the cavalry that had rushed past.
The cavalry continued to charge towards the two city guards carrying two men. The situation was precarious.
Just when the cavalry at the forefront was about to attack the two heroes and others, a pretty figure suddenly appeared and stopped in front of the cavalry.
It was a charming-looking woman who looked to be in her thirties. She was wearing a black short shirt and black gauze pants. Her figure was very attractive, but she was holding a huge war saber in her hand. The temperament is out of place.
The woman was Xingyue, the leader of Wanfu Tower. At this time, several young women she brought had disappeared and had died in the previous melee.
Xingyue showed no fear in the face of the charging Qinghe cavalry. The inner energy flowing in her hand was the sword in her hand, and she was obviously a master at the Jinjin level.
Xingyue swung her sword to chop at the legs of those war horses. Her moves were wide open and closed, extremely fierce, like a fierce general on the battlefield.
The horse-zanting sword carrying the internal force became even sharper, and the horse's legs were cut off immediately and fell to the ground.
The leader of the Qinghe cavalry pulled the reins hard to stop the horse, so that the horse's legs were not cut off. When the Qinghe soldiers fell off their horses, Zhao Mingtang also arrived. He and Xingyue started killing these Qinghe cavalry one after another. Soon all the Qinghe cavalry were killed.
On the battlefield, Zhao Mingtang had no time to grieve for the dead Pao Ze. He and Xingyue agreed on the matter and escorted Er Zhuang and others to evacuate quickly.
After that, they did not encounter an attack by a large number of Qinghe soldiers. The two masters of the Jinjin Realm killed all the scattered Qinghe soldiers who rushed up, and finally withdrew to the friendly forces.
"This is Zhao Mingtang, deputy general of the Beidou City Guards. Thank you, senior, for risking your life to save me!" After confirming that there was no danger, Zhao Mingtang said to Xingyue.
Xingyue smiled and said: "You are so handsome, brother. Sister, I am the oiran of Wanfu Tower. Brother, are you interested in working in Wanfulou Tower? You will surely charm all the sisters with your beauty."
"This..." Zhao Mingtang was speechless and blushed immediately.
"Hey, I'm still shy. If you want to repay your kindness, you might as well compete with your sister in martial arts after the war, of course..." Xingyue smiled and winked at Zhao Mingtang, looking very beautiful and attractive. .
Zhao Mingtang's face turned even redder, even his neck was red. He stammered: "Senior...senior...smiled. Senior...senior...has already found his heart!"
Thinking of his fiancée, Zhao Mingtang's eyes were firm and his expression gradually returned to normal.
"Ha, you are still an infatuated person, yes, sister, I like you!" Xingyue put a hand on Zhao Mingtang's shoulder and said with a bold smile, not looking as seductive as before.
Zhao Mingtang shrank his neck and hurriedly stayed away from Xingyue. He ordered the city guards to take good care of the two strong men, then said hello to Xingyue and then killed the Qinghe army as if running away. Xingyue looked at Zhao Mingtang's back. Interested expression.
Xingyue is a woman who is obviously good at flirting but hangs out in the land of fireworks and willows. It is clear that many sisters have just died but she can talk and laugh with Zhao Mingtang. She is fickle and elusive. She is really not a good person. Zhao Mingtang just wants to stay away from her. .
All the Buddhist and Taoist disciples around Monk Kongming, who was trapped in a tight siege, had died in battle. He failed to fulfill Long Xuandao's instructions. At this time, this Buddhist monk no longer had the calmness and calmness he had before. His eyes were wide open. His face was filled with murderous intent.
"The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows and is full of compassion, but demons are rampant. Today, the poor monk can only transform into the Angry-Eye Vajra to slay the demons!" As soon as Kong Ming finished speaking, the light of merit that had always covered Kong Ming changed. Seeing a light purple appear on the rich golden color, there is a hint of enchantment in the sacredness.
Faced with the siege of more than a hundred Qinghe troops, Kong Ming no longer chose to leave, but stopped. The Jiuxi Zen staff in his hand was also shrouded in purple and gold. Kong Ming kept waving the Zen staff in his hand, making a sound of breaking through the sky. , he no longer holds back his hand, and every swing of the Zen staff is a fatal blow to the enemy.
Before this, most of the enemies knocked down by Kong Ming only lost the ability to fight again but did not lose their lives. At this time, Kong Ming's moves were indeed fatal, and very few Qinghe soldiers were hit by the Zen staff. Can survive.
As time goes by, there are more and more corpses of Qinghe soldiers around Kong Ming, and the light of merit on his body has become thinner.
The old monk's face turned pale and he began to breathe heavily and shed large beads of sweat. It was obvious that his body was almost exhausted, but Kong Ming had no intention of stopping. There was only the obsession of killing in his eyes.
"Fellow Taoist Long Xuan, the poor monk broke his promise. Both you and my disciples have died in the battle, but they are all brave and have not embarrassed us. Since the poor monk has disgraced his mission, he must give you an explanation. Fellow Taoist, are you here to talk to me? Disciples, wait for the poor monk, the poor monk will kill more Qing and barbarians, come here now!"
Kong Ming murmured in his mouth. The offensive in his hand was not affected by his body at all, and even became more violent. Although the Qing soldiers surrounded the old monk, they had no way to deal with him for the moment.
Finally, after killing dozens of Qinghe soldiers, the old monk could no longer hold on. He exhausted all his merit and energy. When the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, Monk Kongming's face calmed down. He smiled lightly, Then the whole person exploded, killing several more Qinghe soldiers.
This old monk who came to aid the Xinghe Sect for the sake of righteousness chose to blow himself up in the end, leaving no corpse behind.
After Yusei Yuki disappeared, Beidou City Guard Commander Jiang Ling, Hidden Dragon Sword Sect leader Yao Linfeng and other reinforcements also arrived. Experts including Huang Xin and the city guards carried out a bloody massacre against the Qinghe soldiers stranded under the city.
After the Qinghe soldiers under the city were cleared, Yusei Yusei shouted loudly above a dark cloud in the sky: "Qinghe's subordinates listen to the order and retreat first!" The dark clouds amplified Yusei Yusei's voice and spread it to the entire battlefield.
After hearing this, the officers and soldiers of the Qinghe Army began to retreat in an orderly manner. How could the Beidou defenders and the Ningguan Cavalry miss such an excellent opportunity to beat up the drowned dog? They rushed towards the retreating Qinghe soldiers like crazy.
A violent white light bloomed in the sky, creating an opportunity for the Qinghe soldiers to evacuate. It was Yusei Hatoki who took action again. After paying thousands of lives, the Qinghe soldiers finally escaped from the battlefield.
