Under the command of Agudamu, the Tartar heavy armor soldiers divided into two teams to attack from the left and right, preparing to make dumplings.

Wei Yi let out a long roar, "Brother Fan, go and help Zhuang Zheng quickly." As soon as the voice came out, he was already stepping on the head of the Tartar soldier like a dragonfly in water, and he was extremely aggressive more than ten feet away, and his two silver palms slapped towards Agudamu's head.

As a commander of the Tartar heavy armor soldiers, Agudamu wore the same armor as ordinary soldiers, the only difference was that the scimitar in his hand was twice as large as the scimitars in the hands of other soldiers.

As the saying goes, the thief captures the king first, and the snake hits seven inches. As soon as the soldiers appeared, the military glory was neatly slaughtered, and Wei Yixiao began to ponder the commander of this army. However, all the soldiers were dressed in the same armor, and it was only just now that he locked on to Agudam's location.

Agudamu felt a dark spot on the top of his head, and reflexively handed the scimitar in his hand above his head, and the blade smiled at Wei.

This became Wei Yixiao's moth to the fire, and if he didn't change his move, he would have pounced on the palm-wide scimitar blade. I saw Wei Yixiao's silver right palm slapping on Agudamu's knife surface with great speed.

Agudammu only felt a huge force coming from the knife, and the scimitar instantly moved to the right, with the intention of getting rid of his hand, and his body involuntarily moved to the right with this huge force and crashed into the subordinate on the right, and his body also turned half a body sideways.

Without waiting for him to react, Wei Yixiao used the power of this palm to swell his body to the right, dodging the blade of the scimitar. His right foot stomped on the top of one of the soldiers' heads, and he shot at Agudamu at a faster speed, and his right palm instantly slapped on Agudamu's neck.

The soft armor on Agudamu's neck instantly became cold, and the neck under the soft armor was instantly cut off by Wei Yixiao's cold palm.

At this time, Agudamu's personal soldiers reacted, and they raised their knives to stab Wei Yixiao, but at this time, all the soldiers were carrying out Agudamu's previous order to surround the handful of demon sects at the gate of Wan'an Temple, and the big guys were rushing forward vigorously, even if Wei Yixiao was hovering above everyone's heads like a flying bat, they were also meticulously executing the orders of the commander, which can be described as strict military discipline.

Therefore, although Agudam's personal soldiers tried their best to avenge their master, they were still pushed forward by the many soldiers behind him.

Wei Yixiao took advantage of the power of that palm, his body flew up, circled around, and immediately stepped on the heads of many soldiers and ran towards Zhuang Zheng and the others. Zhuang Zheng and the others have no way to retreat, and they are fighting a bloody battle with the Tartar soldiers, and there have been casualties under the Ruijin Banner, and the situation is very critical.

The three layers inside and the three layers outside the Tartar soldiers surrounded Zhuang Zheng and the others. Fan Yao kept hovering above the Tartar's head, and as long as one foot and a sword fell on the Tartar's body, one of the Tartar soldiers would inevitably fall to the ground.

The Tartar soldiers on the periphery automatically divided a part of the people to attack Fan Yao, and the bright scimitar was erected towards the sky like a forest, forcing Fan Yao to attack in a circle, and his killing efficiency became lower and lower.

Wei Yi smiled and saw that this was the case, so he simply didn't break inside. killed on the periphery, shouting while killing: "Brother Fan, you go inside first to help Zhuang Zheng, let's replace it, we have to hold on for a while." ”

Fan Yao watched Wei Yixiao running around on top of the Tartar's head five or six zhang away from him, and all the Tartars he stepped on fell to the ground, forming a blank area more than one meter wide on the spacious street, which actually caused a certain obstacle to the advance of the Tartar soldiers.

His eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise secretly in his heart: King Wei really wants it.

Then he replied: "Bat King, don't worry, there is me inside, I will definitely have a good time today." After that, he laughed and jumped at Zhuang Zheng and the others.

Zhuang Zheng and others formed a circle formation and killed each other desperately with the Tartar soldiers, the two sides were already in a state of stalemate, the Tartar soldiers suffered a lot of casualties, but the Ruijin Banner was more seriously injured, the disparity in numbers was too great, and the manpower of the Ming Sect was even more stretched.

Fortunately, there are two half-step Ouyang brothers who are innate enough to fight fires everywhere, and they have finally survived until now. That is, because the casualties on both sides were too large, especially the Tartars were simply a natural barrier once they fell to the ground, which separated the formation of the Tartars in front of the formation, or Zhuang Zheng and the others would have dispersed a long time ago.

Fan Yao, a congenital master, rushed in, although he was alone, he was like a tiger entering a wolf pack, and his combat power was considerable, and the pressure on Zhuang Zheng and the others was suddenly light.

The Tartar formation in front of the formation was already chaotic, but the Tartar soldiers in the rear were still moving forward in an orderly manner, but they were slightly blocked by Wei Yixiao, and it became a simple tactic to add fuel. The effects of Agudam's death are gradually becoming apparent.

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The torches on the avenue had not yet been extinguished, but a trace of redness had already appeared in the eastern sky, gradually spreading, and soon a beautiful egg yolk appeared in the eastern sky.

In the past, this was the time when most of the capitals, which had been silent all night, began to recover. Today, all the gates are closed, and not a single ghost is seen in the streets. The Mengyuan court did not clean up every street, but today everyone invariably chose to stay closed.

Even tourists or caravans or people of all kinds who came from afar found signs of the movement of the Mengyuan army on the outskirts of Dadu, and they all wisely chose to hold back. The decades of brutal rule of the Tartars have left a great name in the world, and no one dares not to care.

There are still sounds of swords hitting each other among the houses on both sides of the avenue in front of Wan'an Temple, but the screams have not been heard for a long time.

In front of the gate of Wan'an Temple, the corpses of the Tartar heavy armor soldiers were piled up into a circle more than one zhang high and three zhang wide. In the center of the circle, Zhang Wuji was lying alone on a stretcher, half of his body soaked in plasma. On the circle, more than a dozen people, including Fan Yao, Wei Yixiao, Zhuang Zheng, Ouyang Brothers, and Hou Cheng, stood quietly, bathed in the warm sunshine, with indescribable fatigue and endless pain.

The Tartars' heavily armored soldiers finally reached their limit and stopped attacking. Standing in the midst of the plasma, he stared at the pile of corpses in front of him in a daze.

"Woo......" The horn on the south gate tower sounded suddenly, and the heavily armored soldiers on the avenue heard the sound of the horn and immediately formed a team on the spot, and one after another soldiers walked out of the houses on both sides of the avenue and joined the team. Without caring about the enemies behind them, their enemies were also tired, and watching the turtle-like enemies leave, even people like the exterminator of Lao Ni could not afford the slightest idea of pursuit.

Everyone just watched silently as the Tartar soldiers formed their ranks and retreated like a tidal wave.