After the warriors of the tribe retreated a hundred paces, they were forced to stop by the swords and guns of the rear overseers. Across the river, Wan Yankang couldn't hear what Alxa was scolding, but the angry expressions of these leaders had already explained everything.

"Alxa, if your men don't hold shields and bows, my warriors will no longer shoot arrows, and they will fight with real swords and guns, how about it?" Wan Yankang shouted.

When the tribal leaders of Alxa and Turhong heard this, they almost couldn't believe it, Wan Yankang's move was undoubtedly a self-cutting arm.

There must be fraud in this matter, and such thoughts came to the minds of Alxa and others.

But after Yan Kang said this, they had no other way at this time, several leaders glanced at each other, nodded, and asked his soldiers to abandon the big shield and bow and arrow, and rushed forward.

Kill! The coalition soldiers roared one after another and fought hard to the other side.

Wu Shiman stood on the ground with a sword, standing at the front of the formation, seeing the enemy soldiers getting closer and closer, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, revealing a strange smile.

When the enemy forward soldier was two feet away, he didn't see how Wu Shiman moved, and the Daguan knife weighing fifty-six catties had already been waved high, and then he took two steps forward, and his mouth burst out, and a cold light slashed out from the oblique top.

The two warriors at the forefront of the Tata tribe bid farewell to this world in this cold light. The man who was stabbed first was split in two, and the upper body holding the scimitar flew into the air, but he could no longer swing the scimitar in his hand.

Ma Tiezhen guarded the right side, and as the enemy soldiers got closer and closer, he could already hear the heavy breathing on the opposite side, and his expression was solemn, and he slammed the Zhanger iron spear in his hand.

The three warriors who were in the lead of the Naiban tribe were only a foot away from Ma Tie, and when they saw the spear in the hand of the person who was obviously a general on the opposite side suddenly disappearing, the three of them were happy at the same time, and the scimitar in their hands was raised high.

A little cold light rushed to his face, and the three warriors of the Nabarian tribe were shot in the throat almost simultaneously and fell to the ground and died.

The warriors in the middle of the assault are all warriors of the Tamu tribe. Compared with the configuration of a row of sergeants led by a general on the left and right roads, the seven or eight soldiers guarding the middle road really look too thin.

Even if the man at the head looks extremely burly, how useful can he be.

What's more, what is this man holding in his hands?

Iron rods that burn fire?

Tian Dali saw the enemy's contemptuous eyes, and he smiled!

One hundred and eight pounds of iron Zen staff whistled out with a violent wind. With the whistling sound of the Zen staff, the two soldiers on the left and right who pounced on Tian Dali, one flew into the river, and the other flew back upside down.

The fighters who followed in the rear subconsciously caught their comrades who flew back upside down, and were immediately smashed to the ground by the company. And the person who was caught was already a limp corpse.

Wan Yankang saw the majesty of this Zen staff on the city wall, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised, Tian Dali, a barbarian, if he faced this staff directly, he had to avoid it for the time being.

The tribal warriors who stepped on the chain bridge were like a pack of wolves, and Wu Shiman and Ma Tie on the left and right roads were like fierce tigers. Tigers are brave, but wolves can always cause them a little trouble. And Tian Dali, who guards the middle road, is like a Tyrannosaurus rex, with a Zen staff of more than 100 catties dancing like a windmill, beating the wolves who dare to offend him to pieces.

Seeing the tragic situation of their comrades in front of them, the warriors of the Tamu tribe began to shrink back.

After Tian Dali's Zen staff was swung in the air, when he saw that the enemy was shrinking two feet away, he cursed in his mouth: "The guy who has no eggs!" Then he stepped on the chain bridge and attacked the warriors of the Tamu tribe against the trend.

The opponents in front of Tian Dali, at the beginning, were like a pack of wolves, daring to show their minions, but at this time they turned into trembling quails, and they were smashed one by one.

Alxa looked at Tian Dali's rampant appearance, and regretted it in his heart. He thought that there were few people guarding the middle road chain bridge, and he was a soft persimmon that was easy to pinch, but when he kicked it, a few bones were immediately broken.

Seeing this, Fulle hurriedly offered advice: "Great Khan, this person's divine power is amazing, and there is indeed no one on this rope bridge, so it is better to lure him over and shoot him with a marksman." The killing of such a peerless fierce general will definitely be able to greatly frustrate the spirit of White Horse City. ”

When Alxa heard this, he felt that it was reasonable, and immediately issued a military order and ordered him to retreat.

The soldiers on the chain bridge who did not fall were given the military order to retreat temporarily, and they only hated their parents for missing two pairs of feet, and they ran away in a hurry.

Seeing that the enemy was defeated and fled, Tian Dali was even more murderous, and strode forward with a Zen staff to chase after him.

Seeing this, Wan Yankang felt uneasy, and hurriedly shouted: "Vigorously, come back!" ”

The rise of Tian Dali's killing, the idea of Lao Tzu's invincibility in the world rose in his heart, where could he hear Yan Kang's cheers, he kept driving the enemy under his feet, and wanted to make miraculous achievements.

Wan Yankang saw that there were several people on the opposite bank approaching the chain bridge with bows, and immediately understood Alxa's idea, he was in a hurry, and while drinking again to Ling Tian to retreat vigorously, he turned over and jumped down from the city wall.

The four sharpshooters of the Tamu tribe, Mida, vigorously drove their own warriors closer and closer, and seeing that they were only a hundred steps away from the west bank, they all drew their bowstrings.

Tian Dali's stature was far beyond ordinary people, and the arrows shot by these sharpshooters jumped over the heads of their own warriors, like several meteors, straight to his face and chest.

Tian Dali caught a glimpse of the shadow of the arrow, and immediately knew that something was wrong. He has practiced martial arts in Shaolin for many years, and his reaction is extremely fast, and he subconsciously dodges to the right. Even so, he only dodged three of the four arrows, and one still hit him right in the left shoulder. Tian Dali was in pain, and the Zen stick in his hand fell to the bridge.

He was about to pick up the staff when he saw several arrows shooting down from the sky, and he had to roll around with a lazy donkey and dodge the attack.

These four marksmen of the Tamu tribe have never joined forces to kill the enemy, and today they shot twice at the same time, but they did not compete for all the work, and the four exchanged glances with each other, one of the elders made a gesture, and the other three immediately understood.

In the first two shots, the four of them shot at the same time, and the positions of the shots were almost the same, which allowed Tian Dali to avoid them. At this time, the four of them shot again, and four sharp arrows roared in, each arrow half a step apart, sealing all the dodge spaces of Tian Dali's front and back, left and right.

Tian Dali knew that it was impossible to avoid all the arrows again, so he flew back under his feet, raising his right hand to block the incoming arrows.

With a pop, Tian Dali was hit by an arrow in his right arm. Before he could think about it, he heard several bowstrings rattle in his ears.

After several years of learning art in Shaolin, Tian Dali practiced the iron cloth shirt to the fullest, and the golden bell jar was also a little successful, but this kind of hard work can only prevent blunt weapon strikes, and it is impossible to resist sharp weapon attacks such as knives and arrows.

Seeing that his life was in danger, Tian Dali felt infinite remorse in his heart, and I haven't left the Tian family behind!

Suddenly, his neck was suddenly grabbed, and his body was pulled upside down.

Tian Dali was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that it must be Wan Yankang who came to save him personally, and his life was already fine, he suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help shouting: "My Zen staff." ”

Wan Yankang grabbed Tian Dali's neck with his left hand, flew upside down with his feet, and swept down the arrows from the opposite bank with his right hand. Hearing that Tian Dali still remembered the Zen staff at this time, Wan Yankang angrily knocked on Tian Dali's head: "Idiot! Idiot! Do you want a Zen staff, or do you want to die? ”

Tian Dali escaped death, and at this time, he was hit on the head by Wan Yankang, and he had already recovered from Lao Tzu's invincible madness, and immediately shut up obediently.

The marksman of the Tamu tribe only had time to shoot one more arrow, and he had already seen Yan Kang escape out of range with Tian Dali, so he had to look at the river and sigh.

Wan Yankang took Tian Dali back to the east bank and threw him on the ground with a snap: "Go back by yourself and pull out the arrow to heal your wounds." ”

Tian Dali got up, ran into the city gate in a gray manner, and went to the military doctor to draw arrows.

Wan Yankang instructed Juezhi, Juehui and others: "The lesson of the car ahead is right in front of you, don't learn from this wild boar, rush forward without a head or a brain." ”

When the seven of Juezhi Juehui just saw Tian Dali in distress, they were all scared, if it wasn't for Wan Yankang, the coach, who took the risk to save him, the consequences would be unimaginable. After listening to Yan Kang's words, everyone responded solemnly, and after Yan Kang, he turned back to the city wall and continued to command.

Although the Tamu tribe did not leave Tian Dali, after all, they also injured this evil star and forced him to leave the battlefield, Alxa saw that his morale had risen slightly, and hurriedly shouted: "The first warrior to rush into White Horse City, a bounty of 1,000 taels, a beautiful woman in the city, choose any ten!" ”

At this time, dozens of warriors of the Tamu tribe were still crowded on the chain bridge, and when they heard the Khan's heavy encouragement, the warriors waved their scimitars in their hands and rushed back to the opposite bank.

Tian Dali withdrew from the battlefield, and Juezhi and Juehui stood up first.

The two of them are only slightly taller than ordinary people, and their bodies are not very stout, because of the perennial chanting of Buddha, they still look a little kind.

The warriors of the Tamu tribe rushed to the front, and clearly saw the benevolent appearance of the two people, and roared wildly, thinking that the opportunity to break the enemy and enter the city was at hand.

Juezhi and Juehui chanted a Buddha call: "My Buddha is compassionate!" ”

Then, the two of them raised the eyebrow-level iron rod in their hands at the same time and gently moved forward.

The tribal warrior who rushed to the front saw two sticks slowly pointing at him, and when he swung his knife to split, he found that the sticks had reached his chest, and then he was vomited blood to the ground by a strong force.

Juezhi and Juehui used a set of small yaksha stick methods, which have always been practiced by the warrior monks of the Luohan Hall, and are taken from the Vima Sutra, which means to maintain the world of sentient beings. This set of stick methods is heavy to defend and not to kill, Juezhi and Juehui have been refined for ten years, and it is just right to use it to guard the bridge.

Where the shadows of the two sticks flew, the warriors of the Tamu tribe either fell to the ground or rolled into the river, and no one could set foot on the east bank for half a step.

My Buddha is merciful, and I also have the wrath of Vajra!

Wan Yankang saw that Juezhi and Juehui were extremely stable, so he relaxed his mind on the middle lane and looked to the left and right.

On the left and right, under the leadership of the two fierce generals, Wu Shiman and Ma Tie, the warriors of White Horse City firmly gained the upper hand. But with Yan Kang's eyesight, he could see at a glance that Wu Shiman could not fight for a long time, after all, the fifty-six-pound Daguan knife was too laborious, and Ma Tie's spear had already been cut off, and he was changing to a big gun to continue to block the enemy.

"Battalion Commander Lu, Battalion Commander Ma, the two of you step back and command the dispatch." Wan Yankang's voice came from the city wall.

Wu Shiman shouted loudly: "I can still fight!" ”

Wan Yankang shouted loudly: "This is a military order!" ”

The military order was like a mountain, and Wu Shiman and Ma Tie were reluctant, so they had to retreat from the front and give up their positions to their soldiers to fight. Wu Shiman muttered in his mouth, looking reluctant, and after glancing at the middle of the road, he was inexplicably relieved in his heart.

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