Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi and others followed one after another, and the second-generation disciples of Wudang with high strength seemed to be taking a real leap, and they couldn't see the beauty of Tiyunzong. On the contrary, the strength of the three generations of disciples was weaker, and they walked a little slower, as if there was really an invisible staircase at their feet, as if they were driving the clouds and fog, but their bodies were a little crooked. Just from the body method, you can see the level of each person's skill.

Although the Taoist robes on everyone's body were very tattered and dirty, each Wudang disciple looked like a person who had ascended to the Dao. It's just that in reality, they are running on a desperate road, fighting for their lives.

Xian Yutong thought about it and ran to the roof on the right, although the martial arts of the Huashan faction are not the most light, but his swordsmanship has a unique secret, and swordsmanship is the top priority if he wants to practice it well. Therefore, although the Huashan faction does not have light skills in the rivers and lakes, his body skills are extremely good.

The two strange tall old men and short old men of the Huashan faction saw the head of the sect rushing out, gritted their teeth and followed, and several disciples and grandchildren followed closely and jumped onto the roof on the right side one after another.

The five elders of Kongtong looked at each other, Guan Neng let out a low sigh, and took the lead and rushed towards the roof on the right.

Emei extinction old nun looked at the approaching Tartar soldiers, bit it, and drank: "Emei disciples listen to the order, follow the master, and kill the Tartars." Heading towards the roof on the right, even if it was to kill the Tartar, she didn't want to follow behind Mingjiao Wei with a smile.

Kunlun sent He Taichong and his wife to look at each other, and Ban Shuxian said angrily: "What do you see, hurry up to the roof, the tartar on the ground is shrunk in that turtle shell, how to fight?" ”

He Taichong nodded weakly, looking at the approaching Tartar soldiers, he was already frightened, and said, "Which side?" ”

Ban Shuxian said: "On the left, follow the Wudang faction." She can see clearly, it is too difficult to survive tonight, and there may be a glimmer of possibility only by following the strongest.

Although there are only Wei Yixiao and the Wudang faction on the left roof, their strength is the strongest. The two of them jumped onto the roof on the left with their disciples.

The Shaolin faction is not famous for its light skills, so the abbot did not take the lead on the roof, but under Wei Yixiao's reminder, he asked his disciples to remove some door panels nearby and use them as shields.

It's a long story, but in fact, everyone went out, but in a few breaths, the Tartars attacked. I only heard Zhuang Zheng shouting: "Arrow attack, raise shield." With his left hand, he raised his shield above his head and crouched down, hiding his massive body within an equally large shield. The brothers of the Ruijin Banner gathered together and raised their shields above their heads.

Hou Cheng and the personal guards also did the same action, covering Zhang Wuji inside, and the shield was seamless between the shields.

The Shaolin sect of monks, large and small, heard the shouting in front of them, but they had not yet reacted. When he saw that the people in the Ming Sect had been able to see the rain of arrows flying in the sky, he hurriedly held the door panel above his head.

In a hurry, how could everyone hide under the door panel? The abbot was in a hurry, and ripped off the shabby robe on his body, and waved it into the air, and poured his true qi into it, and the red robe inlaid with gold thread rolled over the heads of more than a dozen Shaolin disciples who could not hide under the door like a rapidly rotating cloud.

"Papapa......" The rain of arrows rained down intensively, hitting the shield of the Ming Sect, making a piercing sound.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" Fan Yao danced the long sword in his hand, the sword curtain was in pieces, only to hear the sound of Ding Ding continuously, and the arrows flying towards him were all swept aside.

"Bang Bang Bang ......" The door panel held by the Shaolin monk was pierced like a hedgehog in a blink of an eye. A robe in Kongwen's hand rotated extremely quickly, the soft cloth became more tenacious under the infusion of true qi, and when it rotated, it also unloaded the impact of the arrows, and when the arrow rain ended, none of the Shaolin disciples were injured, but the robe in Kongwen's hand also fell to the ground weakly, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he was already dragging his tired body.

"Abbot?"

"Amitabha, all the disciples listen to the order and prepare for war. This seat is fine, just a little out of strength. ”

Fan Yao shouted loudly: "Brothers, are there any injuries? ”

"Nope."

……

Fan Yao stared at the approaching Tartars in front of him, the distance between the two sides was only fifty meters, and said to Zhuang Zheng: "This is not a way, I'll go up and try it to see if I can kill a few Tartars and cause them some trouble." You have to keep in mind that these Tartars will start charging when they are close to twenty meters. ”

Zhuang Zheng said: "Fan You, be careful. As long as the Master wakes up, there is hope for us. ”

Fan Yao rushed forward with a long sword in his hand, but thought in his heart: "Is there really hope?" Just the king of Ruyang who I know has as many as 500 such soldiers in his hands, how many will there be in the entire capital? Not to mention that there are 300,000 Tartar elites stationed in the barracks outside the city for a long time, such a powerful force, even if it is innate, can it really change its life against the sky. ”

The Ouyang brothers also tried their best to avoid the rain of arrows just now, looked at each other, and rushed forward behind Fan Yao, each holding a bright long sword.

Fan Yao's side of the battle was not mentioned for the time being, and said that Wei Yixiao had just ascended to the roof, when he saw the Tartar crossbowmen on the roof loosen their fingers pinching the tail of the arrow, and the sharp arrow almost grazed his scalp and shot downward.

The archers had finally been given the order to attack, and they were supposed to work in concert with the soldiers on the ground. Before a soldier comes into contact with the enemy, they usually have five to seven rounds of firing opportunities.

Since it was an urgent assembly tonight for combat duty, they had just hurried from the barracks in the city before they rushed to their combat positions and began to fight.

Wei Yixiao's movements were too fast, and as soon as the nearest Tartar crossbowman released the sharp arrow in his hand, he felt a gust of strong wind pave the surface, his neck was cold, and a cold true qi hit, and in an instant, his brain was numb, and his entire head was covered with frost and went headlong.

The heavy corpse slammed down the avenue with a dull thud. Wei Yi smiled and swept quickly, and in an instant, three more Tartar crossbowmen were slapped and fell to the roof, and one of them slipped down the avenue.

Hearing the dull sound coming from the avenue, Wei Yixiao, whose two silver palms flashed rapidly, squinted his eyes at the avenue below, and immediately counted it in his heart.

I saw that his movements increased suddenly, and he was moving forward in a straight line, and the Tartar crossbowmen who were blocking the way were slapped by him and flew out to the right, flying two feet away before falling to the ground.

The roof was half a foot above the ground, and many of the Tartar crossbowmen fell to the ground and did not die, but were injured by falls, some with broken arms and some with broken legs, shouting and scolding loudly.