The pro-soldiers roared and pounced on Dorjee one after another, but Dorjee was immediately beaten into puddles of rotten meat at a faster speed than they rushed over. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe black mace turned into the staff of the Grim Reaper in that moment - no matter who you are, no matter how high your martial arts are, you will all be killed in one move under that mace!

Zhang Yi's eyebrows twitched as he watched his brothers who had been with him die one by one in front of him, holding the handle of the horizontal knife at his waist with his right hand, and the trembling blade of the scabbard hit the "gurgling" sound. But the orders that came out of his mouth did not tremble at all, and were still as steady and accurate as usual, and as one order after another was issued, the Tang army began to take advantage of the moment when Dorjee was entangled, and began to withdraw the wounded brothers in front of him, although few but not none, and then reorganized a scattered but visible front, ready to resist the next wave of the Blackshirts' offensive.

Just when Zhang Yi was reluctantly organizing the defensive line, Zhang Xin had already rushed to a short distance from Duoji. Zhang Xin rushed from Zhang Xizi's side to Dorjee's side in just a few words - but in the time of these few words, Zhang Yi's pro-soldier team was almost dead, leaving Hu Laosan and a few pro-soldiers with flowers all over their bodies to deal with Dorjee, but no matter who could see it, their defeat was only a matter of time.

Although the current situation was extremely bad for the Tang army, Zhang Xin felt calm in his heart. I saw that Zhang Xin did not blindly charge towards Dorjee, but slowly sank down, and under the cover of the brothers in the front of him, he sneaked to a place only five or six steps away from Dorjee, held his breath deeply, the pores of his whole body exploded, and he felt a stream of internal breath circling in his body, and his eyes were staring at Dorjee like an eagle falcon. Suddenly, Dorjee slashed straight with a stick, and smashed an unlucky egg who didn't have time to dodge into a pulp of meat with a "snap".

Now is the time! Zhang Xin didn't have time to mourn for the unlucky bastard, but his eyes suddenly lit up, and just when the mace touched the ground and raised a large cloud of smoke and dust, Zhang Xin suddenly grew up like a cheetah seeing food.

Zhang Xin's choice of place is very ingenious, just taking advantage of the shadowy pro-soldier team in front, and the timing is also very quintessential, just the moment when the mace hits the ground, coupled with his spirit of adjusting to the peak at that moment, this timing is the perfect combination of the right time, place and people.

Zhang Xin rushed out as fast as lightning this time, and as soon as Dorjee waited for the smoke and dust to dissipate slightly, he was startled by Zhang Xin, who was as fast as thunder, and hurriedly wanted to pick up the mace that smashed on the ground. But what Zhang Xin was waiting for was the moment when Dorjee's moves were old, how could he give him this opportunity. At the moment, the tip of his right foot was a little on the shaft of Dorjee's mace, and Dorjee instantly felt a huge force coming from the mace, and his hand sank, and the mace was smashed back to the ground again. And Zhang Xin took advantage of this power to raise his body a few feet in vain, originally Zhang Xin was a few feet shorter than Dorjee, only to Dorjee's waist or so. But with the help of this, the height of the two of them is just reversed, but Zhang Xin is a few feet taller than Dorjee, and the top of Dorjee's head is just flat on the lower abdomen of this letter.

Just when Zhang Xin rose to the highest point, the brilliance in Zhang Xin's eyes suddenly skyrocketed, and the dantian suddenly exerted force, exhaling in his mouth, and a "bah" was deafening. With this sound, Zhang Xin pulled out the horizontal knife from his waist and wiped it across Dorjee's neck like a practice, the knife was so fast that it was indescribable, as if it was a popular fall to the ground, and the white rainbow ran through the sun. Under that knife, it seemed that time had frozen, and both Zhang Xin and Dorjee had rushed to a strange feeling of time slowing down.

Listening to the sound of "stabbing la-" that made people extremely sore teeth, Zhang Xin's horizontal knife slashed a spark between Dorjee's neck. Then Zhang Xin pressed his left hand on Dorjee's shoulder, turned around and rolled over Dorjee, and squatted on the ground with a "click".

The long street, which had been noisy, suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Zhang Xin's knife was too sudden and amazing, whether it was the black-shirted army or the Tang army, as long as they saw this thunderous knife, they were all shocked by this knife. It's just that the blackshirts are thinking: Dorjee won't just die under this knife....... But what Tang Jun thought was: This knife will kill Dorjee.

But in addition to these, Hu Laosan also observed Zhang Xin's slightly trembling right arm and the knife edge that had been curled, and his heart couldn't help sinking, knowing that Zhang Xin couldn't cut out a second knife in a short time. In case of......

Just as he thought of this, Dorjee slowly raised his left hand, touched his neck, and then looked at the fresh blood stains on the iron gloves in disbelief.

Since Dorjee got this armor, he doesn't know how many battles he has fought, but he has never been so close to death. Fortunately this time, Zhang Xin's horizontal knife cut through the dark iron armor on Dorjee's neck, and he was no longer powerless to erase Dorjee's neck, but only wiped off a thin layer of flesh and blood on his neck. At this moment, Dorjee felt that his entire back was soaked, and he was all in a cold sweat.

"Ahh Although Zhang Xin's arm was a little numb, his basic reaction was still there, and he rolled sideways on the ground, just avoiding Dorjee's stick. Listening to a loud "bang", Dorjee's mace did not gain anything except a deep pit and a large cloud of dust on the ground.

But Dorjee's stick reminded the blackshirts behind him. I saw the blackshirts waking up from a dream one by one, and the scimitars in their hands went crazy and beckoned to Zhang Xin. Zhang Xin frantically dodged the scimitar of the Tubo people, and secretly complained in his heart. Just now, Zhang Xin turned behind Dorjee, and now he is surrounded by Dorjee and the blackshirts, in front of him is a fluttering Tubo scimitar, and behind is the mace of the Hell Demon God who is next to the broken bones and tendons. In just a moment, more than a dozen knife marks, large and small, were left on his body.

Dorjee frantically beckoned Zhang Xin with his mace - he knew that this time he was just lucky to pick up a life. If Zhang Xin made such a knife again, there was a chance that he would be cut off by a knife.

As soon as Dorjee went crazy, Zhang Xin felt more and more pressure. There were swords and swords in all directions, and Zhang Xin could only try to give priority to avoiding Dorjee's mace - let the blackshirt's scimitar slash not necessarily lead to death, but if he was smashed by Dorjee, he would definitely die.

In just a while, Zhang Xin's chest and limbs were cut to the ground, and several of them were several feet deep. The blackshirts in the back were also anxious when they saw that Zhang Xin could still struggle for so long under the chaotic knife. Suddenly, Dorjee said something in Tibetan "wah-wow-wow", and the blackshirts' swords instantly began to beckon to Zhang Xin's left, forcing Zhang Xin to keep dodging to the right. Suddenly, Zhang Xin felt a tightness in his back, it turned out that he had been forced to the dirt wall on the side of the street by the scimitar of the blackshirts.

Seeing that Zhang Xin had no way out, Dorjee smirked smugly, and swept over with a mace at the waist.

Zhang Xin gasped and stared at the trajectory of the mace, he knew that he was probably going to hate this mace. But he still tried to find a way to survive from the trajectory of this sweep.