Ninety-nine people formed a dense military formation and approached him step by step, almost advancing next to each other, but walking extremely smoothly, Wei Yixiao no longer believed in his own speed, and did not think that he could take down these people without being injured, or that he could break through safely. www.biquge.info At this moment, he was extremely envious of the sect leader's super horizontal kung fu. Although he was born, he was still flesh and blood, and when he was slashed, he still bled and his skin was open. If you cut a hundred and eighty knives, you can report to Mingzun.

Wei Yixiao has been famous in the rivers and lakes for many years, and naturally has his habits and pride. If you face an opponent on the rivers and lakes, you will naturally rush forward without hesitation. But these are ordinary soldiers in the Tartar troops, not to mention dead, or injured, and it will be a lifetime of shame if it is passed out.

Wei Yixiao's complexion kept changing, but no matter how he changed, it was always gloomy and blue-white, but this was the characteristic of his cultivation of the Cold Ice Palm, and it could not be changed.

"Grandma, fight, we are rebellious, naturally we have to fight with the soldiers of the imperial court, and it is inevitable that we will be injured, who dares to laugh, Lao Tzu will settle accounts with him again." Wei Yixiao made up his mind fiercely, stomped his left foot on the ground, and his body instantly shot out to the right.

Even if he wants to fight, Wei Yixiao has his own tactical choices, although the yard is small, there is still room for manoeuvre.

I saw that under the illumination of the torches, Wei Yixiao's body instantly turned into a cyan phantom, revolving around the ninety-nine people.

"Circle." There was a crackling sound among the ninety-nine, and the ninety-nine were still crowded from person to person, but in an instant, they changed from a phalanx to a circle, and there was only footsteps, nothing else.

Suddenly, the sound of the scimitar colliding with the silver palm kept coming, the rhythm became faster and faster, and Wei Yixiao's strange laughter also kept coming out.

And this hundred-man team is still dull, although from time to time someone falls, but to them it is like a stranger. Some are just wheezing sounds.

The monks and warriors looked at each other from the sidelines, "Boss, do you want to go up and help." ”

"Look at it, so many people fight one, can you open it?" A monk dressed differently from others said in a deep voice.

At this moment, Zhuang Zheng and Hou Cheng finally came over with their respective teams, and the leader of the monks immediately noticed it and ordered: "Above, intercept them." ”

Zhuang Zheng and Hou Cheng are the two people with the highest cultivation in this team, but they are not innate, so they naturally cannot use their divine sense to explore the way. Therefore, the short distance of six or seven zhang on this road was cautious, and listening to the fierce fighting sound from the front, my heart was even more worried.

Seeing the hundreds of missed crossbow arrows around the corner, my heart was even more nervous.

Zhuang Zheng tightened the handle of the big shield and turned it out cautiously, and when he saw the situation in the courtyard, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Brothers, fight and take precautions." As soon as he finished delivering the order, the monks and warriors rushed over in droves.

Wei Yixiao also noticed the entry of Zhuang Zheng and others, and when he was in a hurry, he didn't forget to shout: "Zhuang Zheng, Hou Cheng, the idea is hard, be careful." "It's a black word.

Although Zhuang Zheng and Hou Cheng were grateful for King Fu's kindness, they couldn't help but have black lines on their foreheads.

Rui Jinqi and the soldiers of the pro-guard team quickly turned around the corner and formed a defensive formation under the leadership of their respective squad leaders.

Six people in a row, holding shields, stood on the ground, standing quietly. Behind the shield, out of sight of the monks, he secretly took a small axe and held it in his hand.

The monk warrior looked at the shield the size of a foot and a half in the hands of the Ruijin Banner soldiers, and couldn't help laughing, what can the shield be used for.

Zhuang Zheng silently calculated the distance on the side, and when the two sides approached thirty paces, the huge shield was slammed to the ground by him, and with this loud noise, the small axe in his hand was also thrown out at the same time.

That loud bang was the signal to attack, and at the same time, the six Ruijin Banner soldiers in the front row threw the small axes in their hands, and at the same time, they squatted down and pulled out their waist knives.

In the second row, the third row, and the fourth row, twenty-five small axes were thrown in an instant, and the personal guards led by Hou Cheng retreated backwards while throwing axes, leaving the battlefield in front to the Ruijin Banner.

Fan Seng was suddenly shocked, everyone was running light skills to advance with all their might, originally planning to kill these enemies like slaughtering cattle and sheep, but they didn't expect the enemy to have this hand.

They completely took the initiative and enthusiastically ran to the small axe that was shining with metallic luster, and the leader of the monk was furious in his heart, and he swung out a knife and flew two small axes flying towards him, but the people around him did not have such a cultivation as him, and they fell to the ground one after another, and before they could make contact, they lost more than a dozen people.

Zhuang Zheng had already set his eyes on this fierce monk, and as soon as he raised his shield, he held the shield in both hands, took a big stride, and rushed towards the leader of the monk.

The leader of the monks had just chopped two small axes, and when he heard the screams coming from beside him, he was indignant about being hit. It suddenly went dark in front of me, and only then did I realize that a huge shield appeared in front of me.

The giant shield that shone with a metallic luster filled his heart with impatience, the entire shield was one meter high and five meters wide, how could this be fought? Although he was helpless in his heart, the shield was already in front of him, and he still habitually cut out the ring knife.

But when the knife was cut out, he felt bad in his heart, why did he make such a stupid choice? It's a pity that it's too late to change your moves and react again, all because Zhuang Zheng's speed is too fast.

With a loud bang, the Dao fire splashed, and the leader of the monks only felt as if he had been hit by countless plateau bulls, his palms were numb, and the knife was instantly taken off. As soon as his throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted up, all of which sprayed onto the giant shield on the opposite side, and his body flew backwards in an instant, knocking down countless subordinates before falling to the ground.

Zhuang Zheng was unforgiving, and while knocking him away, he took his mace from the shield with his left hand, and held the edge of the shield with his right hand and turned it around on the spot, and the giant shield flew out in front of him with a spin.

Zhuang Zheng was born with great strength since he was a child, and later he coincidentally practiced a superb foreign kung fu, so he was able to use such a giant weapon. However, because the shield is so huge, he can't attack with a shield in one hand and a stick in one hand, so it is indeed a bit impossible to wield.

The giant shield swirled out, and the monk warrior suddenly screamed again and again, and although he tried his best to dodge, he was also swept down several people.

Zhuang Zheng held a stick in his hand, his momentum changed again, and he laughed and said, "Brothers, attack." As he spoke, he smashed a stick on the head of a monk.