The sound of horses' hooves outside the city was getting closer and closer, and the commander of the Modao battalion was obviously agitated, and the Modao knife in his hand slashed at Tashi like a horse, but Tashi, who was leaning against the city gate and couldn't help gasping, could feel a trace of distraction from his knife momentum. At the moment of the www.biquge.info pen "Fun" pavilion, Tashi, who was originally at the end of the crossbow, seemed to return to the light, and the spear in his hand was wiped out, and in just a few dozen moves, he actually used his dying and tired body to fight with the commander of the Modao Battalion.

Seeing that the commander of the Modao Battalion couldn't take Tashi in a short time, the sergeant of the Modao Battalion next to him shouted in unison, stuck the Modao Knife in his hand obliquely on the ground, and pushed the city gate with all his strength, wanting to close the city gate before the blackshirts entered the city. However, despite the blue tendons on the faces of more than a dozen big men, the horse corpse that was stuffed into the crack of the door was almost sandwiched into two sections, but the gate of Liangzhou City was left with a small crack and could not be closed.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud "dang" sound from the left half of the city gate, as if something had hit the city gate at high speed. This thing is so ferocious, the city gate weighing a thousand catties was slammed and trembled, and the seven or eight big men who were pushing the door were shocked by the force of the backlash, and they howled in unison, but it turned out that their wrist bones were all broken in this impact.

The gate, which was originally left with a crack in the door, was instantly opened, and a gap that could accommodate one person to pass through, the commander of the Modao Battalion saw this scene and found in despair that the loss of the city gate had become a foregone conclusion. At that moment, he gathered all his strength and slashed Tashi's head head, and would rather die than behead the culprit who caused the city gate to be lost. Tashi was still relying on the power inspired by the return of light to the commander of the Mo Dao Battalion, but at this time, he found that the blackshirts had captured the city gate, and his heart was relieved and he no longer had any strength, and the spear in his hand slipped down softly and was inserted into the ground with a "flutter".

Za Xi looked at the slash that the commander of the Mo Dao Battalion slashed down in detail, and his whole body was soft and did not have any strength. Tashi knew in his heart that he was probably not lucky, so he closed his eyes and did not resist, just waiting for the last moment to come.

Seeing that Tashi was about to die under this knife, suddenly a dark black arm suddenly stretched out in front of Tashi, only to hear a loud sound of "dang", but the commander of the Mo Dao battalion found that the Mo knife that could cut gold and jade did not cut off this arm that did not know whether to live or die. When I looked again, I saw a burly man who was a little tall, covered in jet-black iron armor, coming in through the crack in the door. The invincible Mo knife actually only left a white mark on his arm.

The commander of the Modao Battalion looked at this burly man covered in iron armor and a hideous iron mask on his face in shock, and couldn't help shouting, "Dorjee...... Vajra Dorjee! ”

By this time, Tashi had slipped limply to the ground. But the commander of the Modao Battalion instantly judged that killing Tashi was only a momentary momentum, and now the real threat was the first warrior of the Six Yak Tribes! The commander of the Mo Dao Battalion saw that most of Dorjee's body had squeezed into the crack in the door, and immediately gritted his teeth, ignored Tashi, and rushed forward with the Mo Dao, the tip of the knife was facing Dorjee's chest.

Dorjee was hidden behind a hideous iron mask, and no one could see any expression on his face, not even the eyes that were only exposed. However, the commander of the Modao Battalion looked at Dorjee's eyes, as if he had read a trace of pity in it.

It's late, it's fast. Before the commander of the Modao Battalion could think about it, he only heard the sound of "dang", and the commander of the Modao Battalion was shocked to find that the sharp tip of the Modao Battalion did not even penetrate half a point.

Dorjee was covered in black armor, and pressed his chest against the tip of the Mo knife, pressing forward step by step. The commander of the Mo Dao Battalion held the Mo Dao knife handle with both hands, and used the strength to eat milk, but he was still pushed step by step towards the city. Not long after, Dorjee's entire body squeezed into the city gate, and the big black face hidden behind the mask smiled coldly at the commander of the Modao Battalion, and suddenly swiped his right hand, one by one, three feet, and the giant mace with a pitch-black body was rounded, and a full semicircle was drawn from the crack in the city gate and covered it straight to the Tianling Gai of the commander of the Modao Battalion.

The commander of the Mo Dao Battalion withdrew the Mo knife as fast as lightning, held the handle of the knife with his left hand, supported the back of the knife with his right hand, and said "Drink!" Holding the Mo knife in both hands, he went up to greet him.

only heard a loud sound of "dang", and the commander of the Modao Battalion was injured by Dorjee's viscera with a blow, and his mouth and nose couldn't stop oozing blood. The commander of the Modao battalion looked at the pitch-black mace in shock, you must know that ordinary maces are inlaid with wood and iron nails, and it will only be thirty or forty catties to die, but this is far heavier than a spear and horse lance, and even comparable to Modao. This is no longer an ordinary weapon that a sergeant can handle. But under the battle, the commander of the Modao Battalion found out that Dorjee's mace was actually made of dark iron.

Dark iron is rare, much heavier than mortal iron. As long as the blade of ordinary soldiers is mixed with a little bit of dark iron, all iron becomes a divine soldier. But Dorjee's mace is actually made of dark iron, I'm afraid it doesn't have three or five hundred catties? Rao is the commander of the Modao Battalion has good weapons, and his strength is far superior to others, but he was also beaten under Dorjee's blow and suffered bleeding from his mouth and nose.

The commander of the Modao Battalion thought about it so much just now, but it was only in a flash of thought. As the saying goes, the heart is like electricity, and the more crisis it is, the more people think. But before the commander of the Modao Battalion could think about it, Duoji picked up the mace again, and smashed the Tianling Gai of the Modao Battalion commander with the second stick.

The commander of the Modao Battalion saw that Dorjee's mace was one foot and three feet long, and he knew that it would definitely be too late to retreat. No matter how fast you retreat now, you will never be able to escape the coverage of Dorjee's mace. Gritted his teeth at the moment, although the stick just now had smashed him out of his internal injuries, and the pain in his chest was unbearable, but the commander of the Mo Dao Battalion still used all his strength to meet Mo Dao.

I only heard a loud sound of "dang", mixed with "click...... The sound of clicking ......", but it turned out that although this gang was caught by the commander of the Modao Battalion, but under the terrifying weight of Dorjee's huge strength and his dark iron mace, he actually smashed the arms and leg bones of the commander of the Modao Battalion.

The commander of the Modao Battalion fell to his knees softly, drooping his bloodied arms, bleeding uncontrollably. The Mo knife fell in front of the commander of the Mo Dao Battalion, and the commander of the Mo Dao Battalion looked at it, and the Mo knife made of refined steel was smashed into a bow shape by Duoji's two sticks. It is also thanks to the craftsmanship of the Datang knife casting that is unparalleled in the world, and the Mo knife was smashed like this, and it was not broken.