Zhang Xin took the scroll given by Zhang Yi in his arms, and ran wildly along the street without a moment, listening to the arrogant roar of the Tubo people behind him, the desperate roar of the Tang army, the ugly sound of the Tubo scimitar chopping in the flesh and blood, and the whirring sound of Dorjee's mace splitting the wind, Zhang Xin had never been so determined to practice kung fu. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis is no longer the era when a single bullet can kill a martial arts master, this is an era when a fierce general can change a war. Just look at the hellish god-like Dorjee today, how many Tang Jun died under him today? There are too many to count. If....... He can be stronger than Dorjee, brother, Hu Sange and those Pao Ze brothers, how could they die in front of his eyes like this.......

As he was running, Zhang Xin's afterglow seemed to see something, Zhang Xin's footsteps involuntarily slowed down a little, and when he looked closely, it was a huge bed crossbow fixed to a wooden base, the crossbow arm was four feet long, and the bowstring made of cow tendons and metal wires sparkled in the west sun.

Zhang Xin knew about this thing, Zhang Yi told him, it was a crossbow with eight oxen to defend the city, eight bulls means that it is said that the bowstring has the power of eight oxen is only a little worse than nine oxen, it is difficult to use the stone as a unit of measurement to test how much tension he needs, often by several long-term training of the big man, both hands and feet can open a crossbow, and as long as two or three times is enough to make these big men exhausted. Therefore, although the eight-bull crossbow is an invincible weapon of great destruction, it is not equipped much in the Tang army. It is only used in small quantities to destroy large engineering equipment such as wells and wells, or to break through the tight shield phalanx.

Zhang Xin flew to the front of the Eight Bull Crossbow, tried the bowstring first, and found that this Eight Bull Crossbow was well debugged, although Zhang Xin was not as powerful as Dorjee, but it was also a powerful role in the Tang Army, coupled with the explosion method of Baji Fist, although it could not be held for a long time, but it was confident that it could be done with a full burst of bow.

didn't hesitate at the moment, knowing that the base was quite heavy and couldn't be taken away, Zhang Xin simply grabbed the bow arm, "Drink......" and roared, only to hear a "click", and the bow arm with the thickness of an adult's arm was broken off from the base by him, checked the feel, and found that although it was a little pressed, it could barely be used. So he put the "bow", which had been magnified several times by several times, on his back, and drew two special spears with tail fins from the barrel next to him, took a deep breath, and galloped back faster than he had come.

In less than a moment, Zhang Xin returned to the node where the Tang Army and the Blackshirts were holding each other, only to see Zhang Yi pulling Duoji out alone and fighting alone, and the phalanx composed of deserters was trying their best to resist the blackshirts. Although Zhang Yi's martial arts are also proficient, they are still far worse than Duoji. When Zhang Xin came, he saw that Zhang Yi's knife technique was scattered, and he couldn't support a few moves.

Zhang Xin didn't hesitate, jumped to the square table where Zhang Yi used as the command platform before, but found Zhang Xizi huddled in the corner of the wall with his head on the side shivering, and now the situation is urgent and he can't take care of him, Zhang Xin didn't call Zhang Xizi, he half lay down on the table by himself, hugged the eight bull crossbow on his chest, tore off a placket with a "bang", quickly wrapped it on his hand and made two simple gloves, and a sharp bowstring cut the palm. Then stepped on the bow arm with both feet, held the bowstring with both hands, snorted lightly, kicked his legs violently, and dragged his hands upward, only to hear the crossbow arm of the eight bull crossbow make a tooth-sore "rattle" sound, the eight bull crossbow that originally required seven or eight big men to pull apart, was actually stretched by Zhang Xin alone for a full moon.

Although Zhang Xin opened the Eight Bull Crossbow, he himself was not comfortable. The huge tension of the Eight Bull Crossbow made the bones of his whole body "gurgle", Zhang Xinxin knew that he still underestimated this crossbow, and now all the strength he had in his body was used to open the bow, and he really couldn't spare his hand to wind it, Zhang Xinxin knew that as long as he pulled out a hand at this time, the force of the Eight Niu Crossbow on the bowstring was enough to break his spine.

"Hello...... Zi ......." Zhang Xin's face turned red, and he had no choice but to ask Zhang Xizi next to him for help.

Zhang Xizi was still curled up in the corner and shivering, and he didn't notice that Zhang Xin was calling him.

"Hello...... Child...... Enjoy...... Zi ...... "Zhang Xin called Zhang Xizi in despair, the eight bull crossbow is Zhang Xin's last hope against Dorjee, seeing that Zhang Xizi was still squatting in the corner, without the slightest reaction to Zhang Xin's call, Zhang Xin couldn't help but despair and said, could it be that the sky is really going to kill me......

called Zhang Xizi who didn't react a few times, just when Zhang Xin was about to despair, Zhang Xizi suddenly raised his head blankly, looked around in confusion, seemed to be looking for someone calling his name, and then was attracted by Zhang Xin, who was half-lying on the ground and drawing a bow, Zhang Xizi was stunned at first, and walked over tremblingly.

"Kiko...... Fast...... ......"At this time, the bowstring of the Eight Ox Crossbow had cut through the placket of Zhang Xin's hand to protect his palm, and blood dripped down the bowstring drop by drop.

Zhang Xizi stretched out his trembling hands, picked up a spear for the eight-bull crossbow from Zhang Xin's side, and put it on Zhang Xin's crossbow arm, but the trembling hands made Zhang Xizi hang up twice before hanging the spear.

At this time, Zhang Xin really couldn't hold on, as soon as the spear hung on the string, Zhang Xin loosened his body, only to hear the sound of the bowstring "ping", and the spear immediately left the string.

Zhang Xin originally aimed very accurately, but in order to maintain the state of the eight-bull crossbow open, it took too much force, coupled with the huge recoil force of the eight-bull crossbow to open the strings, the spear that was originally shot at Dorjee's chest swept diagonally past Dorjee's side, and went straight into the blackshirt army formation in the rear, and shot through seven or eight rows of blackshirts in a row before it was nailed into the wall, leaving only a small hole with a large cup mouth outside.

The spear was so turbulent that it wasn't until the spear swept past Dorjee that Dorjee heard the spear screech as it swept by. At that moment, Dorjee seemed to be dead again, and he couldn't help but be afraid for a while: "If that spear can be aimed a little more positively......" Thinking of this, Dorjee immediately became furious, thinking that he was the first warrior of the six yaks, first he was almost wiped by the little monkey in the throat, and then he was almost pierced through the heart by an arrow. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have died twice by now. Seeing that the eight-bull crossbow on Zhang Xin's body was still there, Dorjee threw out the mace in his hand without thinking about it - he would rather lose his blade than let Zhang Xinzai send a second arrow.