The emergence of the women's army has added a few uncertainties to the situation, and in the final analysis, it only serves as a buffer, and the gap in numbers between the two sides is still very large. Pen&Fun&Pavilion www.biquge.info Novel.23txt.

What's even more terrifying is that Zhao Liancheng sent a death legion composed of the dungeon colosseum. These people were chained around their necks, wore iron helmets, and their tops were bare, and in the sunlight, swords or bite wounds were everywhere. He had an iron rod in his mouth to keep them from biting. These old people who have lost consciousness have become Zhao Liancheng's most terrifying killing machine at this moment.

For these people, Lang Li has never seen them, and no one else has seen them, the only one who knows them is the woman in the black robe, but her head is muddy now, and she can't do anything.

"Tsk...... Can the group of so many beautiful women resist my dead soldiers, I know that they have no human consciousness, but there is still the nature of being a man, if these men meet those women, the picture is too chaotic, I dare not imagine. Zhao Liancheng licked his red lips, there was no masculinity, but he had a bit of a sense of yin and evil.

Everyone frowned when they saw these dead soldiers, not to mention how effective they were, but what kind of torture they had to endure just from a human being to a beast.

Oh...... Oh......

The dead man howled like a bison waiting for a duel, especially the unique fragrance of a woman, inhaling into the nostrils of a savage, more like a stimulant!

"Now, what capital do you have to fight with me, to tell you the truth, all of you have to die today, except for Lang Li, of course, because you have more important things to do!" Zhao Liancheng's blood-like eyes stared at Lang Li, staring at everyone, maybe he was the most terrifying beast here.

"Amitabha, donor, you have crossed the line, although the poor monk does not participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but he opposes things against humanity, what you have done has violated human ethics, and the poor monk cannot sit idly by!" The monk who had been silent suddenly spoke.

Immediately afterwards, the monk slowly walked off the stage, two white eyebrows grew over his cheeks, his half-opened eyes could not see the expression, and there was no compassion on the old face, replaced by indifference.

"Old monk, you finally can't help it, people say that you are a legend, I don't know how you are going to deal with my death legion?"

The monk didn't raise his eyelids, he really didn't pay attention to Zhao Liancheng, the Buddha is compassionate, but compassion also has a bottom line.

"Amitabha, Buddhism has a saying, killing the wicked is a good thought, you have touched the people, how can the poor monk ignore it, come out, my Baihua monk should also show up!"

The voice fell, and eighteen monks suddenly came out from the back of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, each monk was copper-headed and iron-faced, holding a wooden stick in his hand, ** upper body, and a pair of sprinkling shoes on the soles of his feet.

Eighteen people lined up, blocking the way of the Death Legion, and for some reason, Zhao Liancheng suddenly laughed: "Old monk, you want to use these eighteen monks to block my Death Legion?" Are you kidding? ”

The monk stood there, like a Buddha statue: "If the poor monk tells you that they are the eighteen bronze figures of my Baihua Temple, will you still think that the poor monk is joking?" ”

A sentence was like a bomb, Zhao Liancheng's ghostly smile suddenly froze on his face, he really hoped that he had heard it wrong.

Monk Ran, a legend of Jianghu martial arts, no one knows what his strength is, and he has never seen him shoot, only know that he has eight disciples under him, but only a very few people know that there are not only eight disciples of Ran Monk, but nine, and this ninth disciple is not one person, but eighteen people, that is, these eighteen people are composed of eighteen bronze people.

It can be said that everything born today was all out of Zhao Liancheng's expectations, he didn't expect Lang Li's strength to progress so quickly, nor did he expect that the Red Lian Dance would appear, and what he didn't expect was that the monk who had always been indisputable with the world actually dispatched eighteen bronze people!

Bang bang ......

The eighteen bronze men were holding wooden sticks, walking neatly, approaching the death legion step by step, and at this time, the black-robed men opened the iron locks that tied them, and one by one they rushed towards the eighteen bronze men like crazy wild dogs!

Orcs have long forgotten what martial arts are, and even more so what death is, and as for pain, it is more like a hormone of excitement for them.

The eighteen bronze men raised eighteen wooden sticks horizontally, directly resisting the attack of the orcs, and then, leaning on the wooden sticks, the eighteen bronze men turned over, trampled on the orc's head, picked up the wooden stick in his hand, and smashed it down according to the orc's head!

Bang Bang Bang ......

The sound of the skull shattering was like fireworks in the night sky, perhaps it was a relief for these orcs. Even though they may have done bad things or may be heinous criminals, in the final analysis, they are all human beings and should retain the dignity that people should have, but this most fundamental dignity was cruelly deprived by Zhao Liancheng.

The soldiers are bloodless, and the eighteen bronze men blow and rot to solve the battle, and Zhao Liancheng, who is proud of it, has become the biggest laughing stock.

"Amitabha, Zhao Liancheng, isn't the joke of the poor monk a little too big?" The monk said something meaningful, and returned to the stage with slightly squinted eyes, as if nothing had been born.

Everything is back to the way it was, but it's just too powerful.

Zhao Liancheng stood there dumbfounded, unable to say a word, and he even began to doubt himself, would it be such an end after nearly thirty years of enduring it?

Lang Li looked at the form on the left and right, stepped in front of the person, looked at Zhao Liancheng and said: "Now you and I are both defeated, although I don't know what your purpose is, but I still decided to let you go, I know, you black-robed people can't just be you, you go!" ”

Hehe...... Ha ha......

"Lang Li, who do you think you are, you said to let me go, why do you, you think you have taken the advantage? Take a good look, you're still surrounded by me! Zhao Liancheng put away his smile: "I think I have given you too many opportunities, I won't be so stupid anymore, give it to me!" ”

Hula......

All the people were waiting for his order, and when he gave the order, the black-robed man was like a flood that burst the embankment, filling the entire Baihua Temple in an instant.

Every flower is a petal wrapped around the stamen, Lang Oak and his party are like a handful of stamens, and the black-robed man is like the petals.

Jingle ...... The sound of the impact of weapons and the shouts of death intertwined the entire scene, no matter how good the strength is, it can't withstand the tactics of the sea of people, and the tiger enters the wolf pack, probably that's it.

Soldier to soldier, general to general, but the soldiers on Lang Li's side are far less than the other party, so it is not a long-term solution to be devoured little by little.

At this time, maybe it's time for Red Beard to do something.

With a sharp whistle, countless Jianghu people suddenly appeared from the periphery of the black-robed soldiers, who were armed with spears and short knives, and without saying a word, they rushed directly into the battle group, and soon, the tide of the battle was reversed.

Lang Li and the others were inside, those people were outside, and they should be together inside, but they blocked the black-robed people in it, and at this time, Zhao Liancheng realized that things were not good, and suddenly saw the red beard sneering at him. Everything is understood, these are people with red beards!

The root of Zhao Liancheng's teeth is itchy, why is it so difficult to catch a Lang oak, is this what people often say, there is more help for the righteous, and little help for the unjust!

The black-robed people were annihilated little by little, and now it was too late for Zhao Liancheng to retreat!

"Don't me, rush out of here!" This is an order to retreat!

The black-robed people had long lost the fighting spirit to continue fighting, and fled in a hurry, for a while, the entire Baihua Temple was in chaos, and there were people everywhere, taking advantage of the chaos, Zhao Liancheng and the core personnel of the black-robed organization and the sword masters who had already betrayed hurriedly fled.

The Manbao Lotus Society, a great battle that lasted from morning to night, ended with a temporary victory for the Lang Oak side.

The Hundred Flowers Temple fell into a tranquility with the smell of blood.

Everyone was already exhausted, and those who should have gone and those who should have withdrawn have also withdrawn, leaving only Lang Li and his party and Chi Lian Wu, and the Demon Sect people with red beards chose to say goodbye.

"It's okay now! Then I'm leaving! Chi Lian Wu said coldly, and looked at Lang Li on the side: "What are you still looking at, don't come with me!" ”

"Auntie, I'm ......!"

"What, you don't want to go, or is there someone who worries you?" Saying that, he deliberately glanced at Ruyan, who quickly lowered his head.

"Have you forgotten what I told you? I don't want a woman with the surname Ji! Chi Lian Wu didn't care about it, and pulled Lang Li away.

Walking to the threshold, Chi Lian Wu stopped and said quietly: "If any of you want to find him, go to Qingyun Mountain, Jade Palace!" ”

Lang Li left, and everyone seemed to have lost something all of a sudden, especially like smoke, as if they had been sucked out of their souls.

After the war, the rivers and lakes calmed down temporarily, but the next news was even more shocking.

Ji Hongtu mutinied as the lord of the silver leaf city, but he was robbed by the black-robed people, the black-robed people colluded with the barbarians to capture the royal city, the Son of Heaven did not know where to go, the Central Plains 6 was controlled by the barbarians, for a time the people were panicked, the martial arts were temporarily calm, but the world was chaotic, if the Baihua Temple is the victory of the Jianghu people, then the world is the result of the black-robed people, this is just the beginning.

In addition to the identity of the sword master, the sword master also has the duty of defending the country and the country, until now, people know that the purpose of the black-robed man is the whole world.

But if today's son is missing, the heavy responsibility of seizing the country falls on Lang Li, after all, he is already the lord of Silver Leaf City, and he has an unshirkable responsibility. But Lang Li has already returned to Qingyun Mountain with the red practice dance, and he doesn't know when he will be a head.

The sword masters each returned to their positions, waiting for the summons, Gongsun Yunliang and Linglong also returned to the Hundred Swords Villa, of course, Ruyan and the black-robed woman came back with them, and Kuang Hailou's family.

There are still many mysteries between them that have not been solved, and everyone is very worried about what will happen.