Dongfang Tanmo understood what they meant, and said, "It's easy. ”

He beckoned them to another tent, because Zhao Ziyi was not suitable to see the woman now, and it was easy to induce evil fire in the body, which was not good for detoxification.

A quarter of an hour later, Liang Xinming changed his clothes and walked out of the tent side by side with Wang Heng, the official uniform was red and green, and he was indescribably graceful and extraordinary. They stood on a raised boulder, and Zhao Ziyi stood one step behind them.

Bai Xiao, Huang Furen and others were overjoyed and hurriedly came to visit.

Liang Xinming's face was cold, except that her lips were a little light, but her spirit was fine, especially the chill between her eyebrows, which made her exude a different kind of majesty.

Not to mention Wang Heng, with a compelling momentum and fierce eyes, he nodded lightly at everyone, and "Qiang" pulled out the sword of the Son of Heaven and raised it into the air.

At that time, it was already evening, the sun was about to set on the western mountain, about to sink, the afterglow of the setting sun slanted on the sword of the Son of Heaven, reflecting a dazzling light, forming a circle of light, people in the distance could not see the handsome face standing under the circle of light at all, only felt a brilliant power radiating.

"My emperor has a decree: chaotic ministers and thieves, there is no forgiveness for killing!"

Lift your breath and send it straight to the sky.

Except for the dragon guards who were on duty around the camp, everyone else gathered at the bottom of the hillside, next to the treasure cave, and there were more than 200 wounded left. When everyone saw Wang Heng raise the sword of the Son of Heaven, they all held their breath and stared, and when they heard him announce the holy decree and issue the siege order, they were even more excited, and they shouted and cheered, setting off a wave of sounds.

Qing Mo and other teenagers screamed especially crazy.

Young people are always hot-blooded!

This is the effect of the cohesion of the generals, making everyone feel that they have the backbone, plus the Sword of the Son of Heaven and the Holy Decree, and suddenly the morale of the Dragon Guards has soared.

On the north mountain, the mask leader had already discovered through the telescope that Wang Heng and Liang Xinming had come out of the cave, so he temporarily ordered his subordinates to retreat to the north mountain to see how the two of them acted before making a conclusion. As a result, when Wang Heng came up, he sacrificed the sword of the Son of Heaven and ordered him to besiege and kill, and the morale of the dragon guards rose greatly, and the morale of his own side fell.

This is the psychological offensive.

In the previous battle, many people in camouflage uniforms had died, and they did not frown. They are all specially trained elites, and since they have chosen to follow their masters, they will not regret it easily, but if they are captured, they will immediately bite the poison hidden in their teeth and kill themselves, so as not to be forced to confess and divulge secrets.

They are like dead soldiers, and they are not dead soldiers.

The Dead are trained cold-blooded killers who often need some kind of control, but these people rely on their loyalty, and the rebels have subdued their hearts.

Right now, after listening to Wang Heng's words, these people were timid.

Wang Heng held the sword of the Son of Heaven and announced their crime of treason, making them soberly realize: they are chaotic ministers and thieves, and they will not see the light, and after that, unless the rebellion succeeds, they will only have a dead end.

When the dragon guards die, the court will give them credit, but when they die, they will only be spurned and affected by future generations.

The rebellion is successful, is there a chance?

Everyone suddenly realized that the opportunity was very slim.

Before this, they were full of confidence, but Liang Xinming wiped out the second master and his subordinates 300 people at once; they were killed by dozens of ambushes arranged by Wang Heng, and they fell behind at the beginning, and now there are less than 200 people left, there is no hope of recovering the hidden treasure, how to rebel if you lose this military spending?

All these years of work have been in vain!

How can this situation be reversed?

At the foot of the North Mountain, there was silence.

The masked leader stood on the hillside behind them, looking at their silent backs, knowing that they were being affected, his heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but be angry.

He walked to a sparsely wooded hillside, and also stood on a big rock, facing Wang Heng Liang Xinming from a distance, and he didn't need a telescope, just shouted directly.

He raised his voice and said, "Liang Xinming, how does the cave house taste?"

Liang Xinming raised his eyes to look over, and the silver mask was a little dazzling in the sun, and he couldn't help laughing: "It's another faceless one!"

Wang Heng looked at the other party and was silent.

Liang Xinming waved his hand to the side, and immediately two dragon guards walked over carrying a corpse, and somehow as soon as they hung it and pulled it, the corpse "swished" and was hoisted under the big flag of the camp tent, revealing the hideous face of the second master.

The masked leader on the other side shook his body and took a step forward, and the camouflage uniforms at the foot of the mountain also widened their eyes with anger in their eyes.

Liang Xinming smiled at the other side: "The official was careless, and his subordinates fell into the incense of this anti-thief. Do you know how Benguan detoxifies?"

The mask leader was so hateful that he was about to scold her for "just being with Wang Antaiye", but before he could say it, Liang Xinming spoke again.

She read: "'Zhuangzhi is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood'!"

The dragon guards all felt that composing poetry at this time was a little sour, but they killed three hundred thieves at her, and they were tolerant and did not laugh at her.

Only Huang Zhifu praised: "Good poetry!"

Huang Furen glanced at him, and his heart was really sycophant. He didn't know that Liang Xinming was reciting two sentences in a poem, and objectively evaluated: These two lines of poetry are very imposing, but they don't fit the occasion. This is not a frontier, and they are not at war with Hulu. Therefore, he was not embarrassed to praise blindly, and only nodded with a smile.

Liang Xinming continued as if he didn't see everyone's eyes: "This is a portrayal of the pride of the sergeants guarding the frontier!"

Huang Furen thought to himself: "Then you are still thinking here?"

Liang Xinming suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "This official didn't expect that one day this official would also drink human blood, and he still drank the blood of his own compatriots-" raised his hand to the hanging corpse-"Because this thief poisoned this official, because he had eaten the antidote, the official used his blood as the antidote, and Zhao Huwei sucked him dry!"

Bai Xiao and the others' expressions froze for a moment, and looking at this elegant county made their hearts chill.

Huang Zhifu can't boast about it.

Huang Furen couldn't laugh anymore.

Both the South and North Mountains are silent.

The sun sinks behind the western peaks.

In the end, it is deep in the mountains, and when the sun sets, there is no midsummer heat, and a breeze blows, and the valley is more cool.

The dragon guards looked at Lord Liang's eyes full of awe, Qing Mo and the others looked at her with pride, and the faces of the camouflage uniforms were invisible, only feeling that the north mountain was dark, maybe because the sun had set.

The masked leader's body was immovable, but the hand hanging by his side held the hilt of the sword, clenched his knuckles white, and trembled slightly, and muttered in his mouth, "Second master, second master." He also guessed that the second master had missed, but he didn't expect it to be this fate. Liang Xinming actually acted coyly, using this to hit him and his subordinates.

A tear slipped from the mask.

Liang Xinming raised his hand, pointed at him in the air and scolded: "The rats who don't even dare to show their faces are just ghosts and ghosts hidden in the shadows, and they can't see the light! Killing this kind of person and sucking the blood of this kind of person, the official is not proud, only disgusting!"

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