The person is tall enough, the weapon is huge enough, and he can see it very clearly, but the monk just can't dodge, and he watched the huge and hideous stick head smash on his head, and the entire upper body was smashed to pieces in an instant, and countless flesh and bone scum mixed with blood flew away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhuang Zheng's entire front body bore the brunt of the blow, and immediately turned into a bloody man, with his tall and majestic figure and the mace in his hand that still had minced flesh hanging on it, it was no different from the killing god from hell.

He stepped out, the mace in his hand smashed out again. The sons and daughters of the Ruijin Banner shouted excitedly and followed behind the ass to kill, but the monks and warriors were nervous, they were religious. Although the gods behind it are powerful, the demons in front of them seem to be even more powerful.

No matter how they imagined it, the two sides still collided violently, but compared to the hundred-man team of Tartar soldiers, this team of monks and warriors was obviously much weaker. Although they were also extremely brave, they still formed a one-sided regression.

Hou Cheng looked at Zhuang Zheng's arrogant and domineering appearance from behind, and grinned, this former boss still likes such a simple and rough attack method as always.

Although he was smiling, his hands did not stop at all, and sharp arrows were shot out.

"Brothers, reinforce King Fu and attack with long-range bows and arrows." When he found out that Ruijin Qi was victorious, Hou Cheng decisively issued a new order, he never thought that Wei Yixiao was the one who needed his help the most.

The members of the guards turned their arrows and shot at the area where the hundred-man team did not have a cyan phantom drifting through.

The sound of the arrow burrowing into the flesh came ...... sound of the battle, and the veterans of the hundred battles fell five in an instant.

"First team, second team, break, attack." A loud shout came out of the array again.

Twenty people slowly turned out of the rotating circle formation, rushed towards the guards, took a small round shield from their backs and put it on their chests during the run, and rushed up against the sharp arrows.

There were only twenty people, but they brought Hou Cheng a death-like atmosphere. This is a dull and silent army of soldiers, as long as it is not a critical arrow, it persistently rushes forward.

Although the arrows affected their movements, they did not change their path. The most important thing is the silent aura, this group of people seems to have no pain, they don't shout or scream, just move forward in a dull way, forward.

"Hou Cheng, be careful, these people are all supreme dead soldiers." Wei Yixiao's voice came.

Hou Cheng pulled out his waist knife, the enemy was already ten steps away, and there were still twelve of the twenty people, four of whom were still pierced with sharp arrows.

"The first team will follow me, and the second team will cover, so that these dead soldiers can see how powerful we are." Hou Cheng shouted and took the lead in rushing forward.

He took a step at a distance of more than a zhang, and instantly came to the front of a dead soldier, his fast speed suddenly blocked the direction of the dead man's advance, and his steps were a little unstoppable, so he crashed into Hou Cheng.

Hou Cheng sent the waist knife in his hand out as early as the moment before the robbery, and the moment the two collided, his waist knife was also deeply inserted into the stomach of the dead man, although the dead man controlled himself to send the knife in his hand to Hou Cheng, but with Hou Cheng's right hand holding the knife twisted violently, the strength of his whole body was suddenly lost, and he slipped down from Hou Cheng's body like a mess of meat.

Hou Cheng grabbed the placket of his shirt with his left hand and pushed forward violently, and the dead soldier who was not breathing immediately flew backwards and crashed into a dead soldier behind him.

Hou Cheng took advantage of the situation to pull out his waist knife and pounced on another dead soldier in front of him, and the dead soldier who came from the left and right had already connected with the brothers beside him. He just interspersed and advanced, followed by three brothers to support him, and the four of them cooperated to kill forward.

Hou Cheng's martial arts are much inferior to Wei Yixiao, but he has an advantage that Wei Yixiao does not have, that is, he has a group of brothers behind him, and he is not fighting alone like Wei Yixiao.

For this kind of military array battle, Hou Cheng is more familiar with it than Wei Yixiao. Because the combat method of the pro-guard team is also like this, coupled with Hou Cheng, a first-class master, he quickly killed these dozen people to the ground, and they also formed a formation to kill Wei Yixiao.

Hou Cheng led a team to fight in front, and the second team used bows and arrows to provide long-range support in the back, which immediately relieved Wei Yixiao of great pressure.

In this way, in the small courtyard not far from the gate of Wan'an Temple, the Ming army and the Tartars fought together in two battle groups. Therefore, it was not until Zhang Wuji killed all the four great monks under the tower that Wei Yixiao still failed to reach the tower.

When the last dead soldier was slapped to death by Wei Yixiao, Zhang Wuji was already in the middle of the decision.

I saw that more than 20 openings appeared on Wei Yixiao's green robe, and wisps of blood were slowly flowing outward through these openings, Wei Yixiao hurriedly reached out and dotted it on his body, and after a while, the blood stopped flowing out.

"Grandma's, this time the loss is big, these Tartar sergeants are so difficult to deal with, so that Lao Tzu bleeds so much. Hou Cheng, quick, lead the guards to the bottom of the tower to protect the sect leader, we have too much time to delay here. Wei Yi glanced at the tattered clothes on his body and scolded.

Hou Chengqiang held back the smile in his heart and hurriedly said, "King Fu, then I will lead the brothers over first." So saying, he called the brethren to run inside. King Fu is also a romantic figure in the sect, and with his martial arts, he has never seen him look unlucky like this, and he was forced to look like this by a group of martial arts-like soldiers, which is also an outlier.

However, these dead soldiers are indeed capable, and they are much more proficient in the use of military formations than the personal guards, if it weren't for the fact that the other party does not have first-class masters, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the personal guards to retreat from them.

Hou Cheng didn't forget to think about the difference between the pro-guard army and the Tartar army along the way, this was also the first time he encountered such a fierce Tartar soldier who was not afraid of death, it was completely a way of fighting with his life, if the Tartars he met on the way back to the east were all such soldiers? He shuddered at the thought of this.

Walking all the way towards the tower, there was no enemy, and when they came to the tower, they immediately found that there were dense Tartars and monks and warriors in front of them.

There were hundreds of these people, and they surrounded the tower, and from a distance, they could see Fan Yao's mighty posture fighting fiercely in the center of the circle. Although his martial arts cultivation is much higher than these people, there are more ants that can bite elephants to death. No matter how high his martial arts are, he is still in the category of people, and now he is sweating on his forehead and anxious in his heart.