"Amitabha, Gao Changgong, the sea of bitterness is boundless, turning back is the shore, it's still too late to put down the butcher's knife, the poor monk will intercede with the Great Wei Emperor for you, you realize!"

Although Lu Zhishen's force value has overwhelmed Gao Changgong, he does not have the slightest arrogance of bullying, and still uses that kind of compassionate and calm words." 2

At this moment, Gao Changgong has a solid understanding of the bitter taste of what it means to fly higher and fall worse.

Just a moment ago, he thought he was invincible.

Who knows, after a while, he will be defeated by such a long-winded stinky monk.

In the face of Lu Zhishen's persuasion, Gao Changgong not only did not have a trace of consciousness, but felt deeply humiliated, and his proud self-esteem was ignited in an instant.

"Dead thief bald, what kind of thing are you, you also want to cross me, I want your dog's life!" Gao Changgong, who was furious, screamed at the bottom of the rest, and shot out with a silver spear in his hand.

In the whining sound of breaking the wind, the sky was covered with streamers, and countless gun shadows, like countless meteors falling from the sky, attacked Lu Zhishen.

"Amitabha, it seems that you are too obsessed and too shallow, so don't blame the poor monk for using thunderbolts, look at the trick!"

Lu Zhishen was finally slightly annoyed, and his slightly closed tiger eyes suddenly opened, and the water mill Zen staff in his hand roared up like a huge disc mill.

Force value, 97!

Throat!

There was a loud bang, and the dust rushed to the sky, as if the end was coming.

The strength of two points higher than the force value was enough to suppress Gao Changgong, shocking his palms numb, and his breath fluctuations became more and more cracked.

A staff shook back Gao Changgong, Lu Zhishen's arm danced wildly, and the shadow of the staff was like a demon pestle falling from the sky, enveloping the power of compassion of all living beings, trapping Gao Changgong in it.

Force value is 98!

Force is worth 99!

The last grand Buddha horn was chanted, and Lu Zhishen's force value suddenly soared to the level of 1oo.

The power of a half-step martial saint!

Whew—

The dull crashing sound of the sky crashing resounded between heaven and earth, swallowing up everything, and shook the soldiers on the left and right to cover their ears urgently.

The already cracked ground under the feet of the two riders sank an inch deep under the heavy blow, as if they had been knocked out of a large crater by a meteorite.

In the dust, Lu Zhishen, who was dressed in a robe, stood as majestic as a mountain.

Gao Changgong's body shook violently, the tiger's mouth instantly cracked, blood seeped out, and his chest was even more like being hit by a big hammer, the qi and blood in his chest tumbled and stirred, and a trace of blood leached out of his mouth.

In front of the half-step martial saint, Gao Changgong's force value of only 95 points was worthy of a blow, and he was easily injured by Lu Zhishen.

"Half-step Martial Saint, this thief bald martial art, actually broke through to a half-step Martial Saint, my demon face evil power is completely invalid, how can this be ......?"

Gao Changgong's chest was extremely painful, and his heart was filled with endless horror, and his arrogance was shattered and he fell into deep horror.

"Amitabha, if you refuse to turn back, the poor monk will send you to hell, where is your best destination!"

Lu Zhishen was another Buddha horn, his voice was as grand as the voice of a holy Buddha, and in a pair of male eyes, the compassion of the monks plummeted, and the demonic intent of killing dominated.

Another rod, blasted out of the sky.

Force value 1o1, junior martial saint!

The mighty and majestic force, like an invisible giant wall, shattered all the obstacles, and blasted towards Gao Changgong with a rolling momentum.

"Junior Martial Saint, this thief bald martial arts, actually broke through to a half-step Martial Saint, what kind of monster is he?"

Gao Changgong didn't even have time to be shocked, so he had to endure the pain of qi and blood in his chest, and used all his strength to resist angrily.

Guns and rods, lightning and flint collided again!

Rumble!

There was a loud sound like the sky collapsing, wrapped in a pillar of blood several feet thick, rising into the sky, stirring the wind and clouds and changing color, and the gods and ghosts were frightened.

Under the shock of the thunderous force, Gao Changgong could no longer support it, and the blood suppressed in his throat was accompanied by a scream, spurting out wildly, extremely tragic.

"The power of the Martial Saint, this is the power of the Martial Saint, so strong, I Gao Changgong didn't expect to lose to a monk, my position as a general......"

Gao Changgong, who was in great pain, was physically and mentally devastated, and his dream of being a general was ruthlessly blown away by Lu Zhishen's thunderous blow.

At that moment, an impulsive thought sprouted in Gao Changgong's heart:

Urging the violent state, at the cost of damaging the body and damaging Yangshou, he fought to the death with Lu Zhishen.

The thought only flashed through my mind, and then shattered.

Lu Zhishen has blasted another staff, the power is stronger, the degree is faster, and its attack power has once again surpassed the previous style.

Force value, 1o2!

Gao Changgong's remaining fighting spirit collapsed to the point that there was nothing left, he really didn't know how advanced Lu Zhishen's martial arts were, and what realm the soaring force value would break through.

He completely lost his courage, knowing that even if he urged the violent state, he would definitely not be able to defeat Lu Zhishen, and in the end it would be a dead end.

Escape!

Gao Changgong's blank mind, only this one word remained in an instant.

Under the cracked heart and gall, where did Gao Changgong dare to accept the call again, he was in a hurry to turn the war horse and flee with a gun.

The arrogant Gao Changgong was finally defeated.

Lu Zhishen defeated Gao Changgong, but there was no joy of half victory, his expression immediately returned to mercy and calm, without half a point of arrogance, just looked at Gao Changgong's defeated figure and shook his head and sighed, and did not force the pursuit.

"Master Lu, thank you for defeating that mad thief for me." The potter behind him said in a loud voice.

Only then did Lu Zhishen turn his horse back, put one palm on his chest, and looked at the pottery merchant slightly, and said lightly: "The poor monk Lu Zhishen pays a visit to Your Majesty, Your Majesty is the safety of the people in the world, the poor monk is not for Your Majesty to defeat Gao Changgong, but for the people of the world to defeat him, Your Majesty doesn't have to care too much." ”

The potter smiled and nodded slightly, and his eagle eyes did not hide his appreciation.

Lu Zhishen is worthy of being Lu Zhishen, the first chivalrous hero in Liangshan, and he really deserves his name.

"Master Lu understands the carelessness very well, and I really admire it, and after I reverse this defeat, I will ask the master for advice or two." The potter only nodded, his gaze scanning the entire battlefield.

Although Lu Zhishen defeated Gao Changgong, the situation of the whole battle was still extremely unfavorable to the potter's side.

You must know that Gao Changgong's demon face talent has two powers.

The first level of power is that it can greatly weaken the force value of the generals who fight with him, but it has been restrained by Lu Zhishen's "Buddha and Demon" talent, and it is useless for the time being.

But his second power can greatly reduce the spiritual fighting spirit of ordinary soldiers, causing them to fall into a state of disintegration of military morale.

With this heavy power, Lu Zhishen is powerless.

As far as the eye can see, the spirit of the soldiers of the Wei army is still shrouded in the shadow of the demon face, their morale is low, their fighting spirit is broken, and they are on the verge of collapse under the impact of the Han army.

If the situation is allowed to unfold like this, even if Gao Changgong will lose, the potter will lose the battle.

Nearly 80,000 troops were defeated by Liu Bei, which was no longer a painless small defeat, but a complete defeat, which would be a heavy opportunity for the morale of the Great Wei army.

At that time, if Liu Bei rejoined the Xianbei Iron Cavalry and went south with Yu Wei with the great victory, Yanjing would be in danger of regaining and losing, and the destroyed Han State would not be without the possibility of resurrection.

Today's war must be reversed!

"However, the morale of the soldiers is almost broken, how can I reverse this defeat?" The potter's sword eyebrows were deep, and he was helpless for a while.

Ahead, Liu Bei had already witnessed the scene of Gao Changgong being defeated by a monk who was killed halfway, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Seeing Gao Changgong galloping back, before he could get closer, Liu Bei asked angrily: "Gao Changgong, what the hell is going on with you, killing the pottery thief is right in front of you, how can you be defeated by a monk?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, that thief called Lu Zhishen's bald martial arts is too evil, and the minister has already weakened his martial arts, but for some reason, he quickly recovered, and he is getting stronger and stronger, and the minister has tried his best but is still not his opponent!" Gao Changgong gasped and argued.

"Lu Zhishen, it's a pity that the monk from where did he spoil my good deeds." Liu Bei gritted his teeth with hatred.

Gao Changgong had already calmed down his qi and blood, snorted coldly, and said with relief: "Your Majesty doesn't need to be angry, although the minister can't kill the pottery thief, but the spirit of the Wei thief has collapsed, and we still have to have no doubt in this battle!" ”

Liu Bei's heart shook slightly, and his annoyed face rekindled his pride, and he snorted coldly: "You are right, how can a monk spoil my good deeds, I will win this battle, and the pottery thief will lose!" ”

Confidence was rekindled, Liu Bei brandished his double-strand sword and shouted: "The soldiers of the Han Dynasty, kill all the traitors for me, and I will be rewarded!" ”

Under the encouragement of heavy rewards, the Han soldiers who had not tasted victory for a long time were like crazy beasts, and they ruthlessly slashed at the Wei soldiers who had collapsed their fighting spirit, and they were crushed all the way.

In a moment, thousands of Wei soldiers had fallen on the wilderness, blood stained the battlefield red, and the banners of the Wei army were trampled to the ground.

Defeat, it seems, is decided.

Looking at this defeat, the potter shook his head and sighed softly, as if he was ready to accept the defeat and had to order a retreat.

"Your Majesty has been on the battlefield for a long time, you should know that victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, as an emperor, you should have a normal heart that ordinary people like us have never had, and now in this situation, poor monks are powerless, and it is time for Your Majesty to make a wise choice." Lu Zhishen reminded in a faint tone.

Although he did not say it explicitly, the implication of his words was already clear, and he naturally suggested that the pottery merchants choose to withdraw their troops wisely and stop making meaningless attachments.

"The master is reasonable, it seems that today is destined to make Liu Bei proud." The potter sighed lightly and raised the Qinglong Sword, preparing to give the order to withdraw his troops.

"Your Majesty, the situation is not in our favor, retreat quickly."

At this moment, an anxious voice sounded behind him, and a horse rushed towards the potter.

The potter glanced back, and suddenly his body was shocked, his eyes surged with surprise, and he shouted excitedly: "You came just in time!" ”

(三七 Chinese.)