The siege of the barbarian army made the atmosphere in Shucheng very depressing, and at noon, Shucheng was not as lively as before, and the teahouse and restaurant became much quieter. The inhabitants of the city gathered in twos www.biquge.info threes, worried about the impending outbreak of war.

The non-commissioned officers of the patrol battalion have all been dispatched, patrolling crosswise, and in the barracks, 200,000 recruits are ready to go, and once Gao Zhenshan's military order arrives, they will be the first to enter the battle.

The scorching sun shone in the sky, which expelled a few parts of the coolness of autumn.

A ragged beggar got up from his kneeling ground, glanced at the scorching sun, did not pick up the broken bowl on the ground, picked up the black package at his feet, walked slowly along the central street, found a remote shady place, and sat down.

Open the black package, there is a wide red robe inside, and a black heavy knife, on the blade, engraved with a huge skull, the handle of the knife, wrapped with gold thread, making the black knife more rich.

Wearing the red robe, the beggar's temperament suddenly changed drastically, the red robe was like blood, and the whole body exuded a fierce killing aura.

Wearing a red robe and carrying a black knife, he walked into a teahouse, smelled Xiao Er's request for a basin of water, and washed his face carefully.

The dust on his face was washed away, revealing an angular face, and in his eyes like a knife's edge, there was a chilling glow that exuded a shocking coldness, and he wiped his face clean, he separated his middle finger with a black knife, and blood suddenly oozed out, facing the mirror, he seriously drew three flames on his forehead.

The flame became a flame, and he lifted the black knife and walked out, the moment he stepped out of the threshold. A smile appeared on his face, "The White Tiger has returned." ”

Zhenxiang Pavilion is one of the best restaurants in Shucheng, and it is crowded almost every day, but today there are a lot fewer guests.

Xiao Er, who has always worked hard, finally has a chance to be lazy.

A junior left the lobby with a stomachache and returned to his house.

Xiao Er, who returned to the house, looked solemn, completely devoid of the delicate eight sides in the lobby, he sat on the bed, pondered for a while, and took out a package from the bottom of the bed, the package already had a layer of dust, obviously it had been put for some days.

The package was opened, and a neatly folded red sword suit appeared, and under the sword suit, a blood-red sword was pressed.

After carefully grooming and putting on the red sword suit, Xiao Er in the hall suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes, and the whole person was like an upright spear, with a look of power without anger.

The red sword is unsheathed and cuts the middle finger.

Xiao Er's drew a flame on his forehead.

When the third flame was drawn, Xiao Er said softly: "The green dragon has returned to its place." ”

At noon, it is the most leisurely time in Hualou.

A beautiful woman from the flower building is sitting alone in front of the silver mirror, putting on makeup seriously, her expression is meticulous, and the three flames on her forehead are lifelike, as if they are really burning, and she is slowly drawing her eyebrows at this moment.

A blood-colored dress on her body supports her bumpy figure, the snow-white skin on her neck gives people infinite reverie, and the exposed calves appear delicate and plump, which makes people excited.

The eyebrows have been drawn.

The beauty in the mirror smiled, and her blood-red lips were particularly charming.

Slowly getting up, the beauty opened her delicate dressing box, which did not have any rouge gouache, but a black needle, which was emitting a faint black light.

The red lips rose slightly, and he said softly: "Suzaku returns." ”

At the same time.

In the city of Shu, various remote places.

A chef who was stir-frying left his kitchen and walked out into the street with a sharp kitchen knife.

A drunken man's eyes suddenly radiated a beastly light, and in his open chest was a dagger.

An old man who was sluggish and over sixty years old suddenly straightened his back and looked up at the scorching sun in the sky.

In Shucheng, there was a riot.

Between the sword light, a team of patrol soldiers died tragically under the black knife of the white tiger, blood splattered on the long street, and the residents nearby let out screams from the thick bloody atmosphere.

The green dragon held a blood-colored long sword, and a rainbow light pierced through the sky, slashing towards the guards of the barracks.

Suzaku exuded a charming aroma and appeared in the place where the military rations were stored, and the black needles flew out, pulling the black thread, and before the guard could make a sound, it was pierced through the throat and slowly fell.

More and more patrol battalion soldiers died tragically at the hands of passers-by, blood flowing on the streets, unspeakable sorrow.

In the barracks, Qinglong had one person and one sword, the sword qi was flying, and the screams were endless.

The white tiger was like a killing god, all the way forward, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and the screams were endless.

The fire began to spread in Shucheng.

Outside Shucheng, the tsunami-like call of the mountains has turned into the sound of rushing and killing, and the barbarians all over the mountains rushed to Shucheng. Some people carry ladders, and some people push cloud carts.

The high priest sat on top of the elephant, chanting obscure, esoteric scriptures, and Xuanwu stood beside him, holding a double axe.

On the city of Shu, the arrows were like locusts, and every time they were shot, the barbarians fell a large piece, but the barbarians behind still rushed over without fear of death.

The city-breaking crossbow burst out, and three hundred and eighty-four crossbow arrows with a sharp sound directly penetrated the bodies of dozens of barbarians in a row, and then nailed a barbarian diagonally to the ground, like a sugar gourd.

More and more barbarians fell, and more and more barbarians rushed over without fear of death.

Gao Zhenshan stood on the city wall, his throat was already a little hoarse, and his face twitched constantly as he watched the barbarians fearless of the impact of death.

"Zhu Zhengshou, where is Liang Kui?"

Gao Zhenshan said loudly.

The two generals of Shucheng suddenly stood up.

"After the crossbow bolts stop later, you and the two of you will each take 20,000 old soldiers out of the city and attack the barbarians outside the city. ”

"Yes!"

Zhu Zhengshou and Liang Kui took the order and left.

"Wang Xiaohai, you lead 10,000 old soldiers to start cleaning up the barbarians in Shu City, remember that anyone who holds a murder weapon or has misdeeds will be killed. ”

Gao Zhenshan said with a stern expression.

"Yes!"

Wang Xiaohai hurried away.

Gao Zhenshan let out a sigh of relief, glanced back at the smoky Shucheng, and turned to look at Li Qifeng.

"I want to ask you for something!"

Gao Zhenshan said with a solemn expression.

Li Qifeng nodded, he had already guessed a few points in his heart.

"The three protectors of the Divine Fire Sect have already started a killing campaign in Shu City, and I hope you will take action. ”

Li Qifeng's expression froze slightly, and he said, "Who?"

"Green Dragon!"

Gao Zhenshan said softly.

"Good!"

Li Qifeng turned around at the moment without the slightest hesitation.

Looking at Li Qifeng's back, Gao Zhenshan's eyes showed a hint of discoloration, and he took out his right fist and hit his chest three times.

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