When He Ruozhongshan, whose face was pale and crumbling, raised his arms and shouted with the head of Wang Laoqi, the chaotic scene suddenly fell silent. I don't know if it's an illusion, or if everyone is stiff and motionless at this moment. Maybe it was a trance, or maybe it took a long, long time for people to react from the shock.

"Seven masters are dead?!"

Someone said with a look of incredulity.

He looked at his companion beside him, and saw the same shocked face. In Juyeze, Wang An, the seventh master, is almost invincible. Tens of thousands of people in Zeli couldn't find anyone who could defeat him, and everyone had always been accustomed to the murderous maniac named Wang Laoqi rushing to the front and killing all the enemies. But now, Wang Laoqi is dead. In an instant, someone had the illusion that the sky had collapsed.

"Old Seven!"

Chu Yun, the fifth master who had the best relationship with Wang Laoqi, let out a sad roar, and his body shook and almost fell.

"Big brother!"

He turned his head to look at Zhang Jin, whose face was equally ugly.

"The seventh is dead!"

Chu Yun said sadly.

Zhang Jincheng nodded and said gloomily: "I'm not blind, I saw it." ”

"I want to avenge the old seven!"

Chu Yun took a few steps forward, but he didn't dare to approach Zhang Jincheng's side.

He Ruozhongshan shook his arm and threw Wang Laoqi's head at Zhang Jincheng.

"Kill the dog thief!"

He shouted, stumbling forward with his horizontal knife. Beside him, a contingent of less than thirty people who were still alive closely guarded him. The horse thieves with other people's blood still on their faces were like demons that had come out of hell, and they were not afraid of death at all. And the minions of Junozawa who were blocking the road were completely frightened, and they immediately turned around and ran after reacting, for fear that if they ran slowly, they would be wiped on the neck by those murderous demons, and hundreds of people collapsed in an instant like a dam that was washed down by a river.

More than 30 people covered in blood brandished horizontal knives to chase down and kill at least 400 people of the Giant Nozawa bandits. The scene looked so shocking that no one thought that those horse thieves would dare to turn around and kill back. They were no longer a group of people, but a group of bloodthirsty beasts.

"! Lunatic! A bunch of maniacs! ”

Someone shouted as they ran.

"Don't get in my way, go fast! Those guys aren't fucking human at all! ”

"Crazy, they're all crazy!"

"Help!"

"Big boss! Come and save us! ”

The bandits completely lost their fighting spirit, and frantically rushed to the back even more than He Ruozhongshan's men. The distance is only a few hundred meters away, and there is a team of hundreds of people led by Zhang Jincheng. Those people are all Zhang Jincheng's personal soldiers, they eat better than others, pay more silver than others, and they are also the best equipped in Juyeze, everyone is very burly, far stronger than ordinary minions. They were equipped with neat leather armor, all of them were Da Sui's standard horizontal knives, and most of them were even equipped with helmets, and a very small number of them were still wearing patchwork iron armor.

They gathered around Zhang Jincheng, and although they stood there without moving, some of them already had their legs trembling and their faces turned pale. A few hundred meters in front of them were hundreds of bandits who had completely collapsed. If they are bumped into by those defeated soldiers who seem to be frightened antelopes, I am afraid that they will be smashed to pieces immediately!

"Stick it on! Stick it on! ”

He Ruozhongshan spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered forward. He refused to be supported by his own soldiers, pointed at Zhang Jin's position with a horizontal knife, and shouted hoarsely: "Stick to the back of those defeated soldiers, don't let them stop!" ”

More than thirty red-eyed horse thieves paved a bloody path with horizontal knives, and I don't know how many of Juluze's minions were chopped down from behind by them.

The razor-sharp blade sliced through the unarmoured back with ease, and the blade sliced through the flesh and poured out a cascade of blood, smearing the thief's face with steaming blood. The massive wound on the back, though not immediately fatal, is enough to make a person lose all the strength of his body. The huge mouth meat turned over to the sides, and Bai Sensen's bone stubble could still be vaguely seen in the neat knife edge.

"Kill!"

A horse thief swings his knife to split the enemy's back and then stabs him in from behind. The blade got stuck in his spine, and he couldn't pull it out with great effort. The horse thief surnamed Suo, who had completely killed the beast surname, stabbed the horizontal knife forward with force, and the tip of the knife pierced out again and again on the minion's chest, and the blade made an ugly clattering sound on the bones, as if the sound of a hacksaw on metal was almost the same. This is a sound that can make people immediately get goosebumps when they hear it, like grinding their teeth in the middle of the night.

Finally, he drew his horizontal knife, and when he looked down, he saw that the blade had been broken into many small gaps in the bones.

A giant Nozawa croaked, trembling and squeezing forward desperately. His face was so pale with fright that there was no trace of blood, and his eyes were scattered. Suddenly, he tripped over the corpse at his feet and threw himself forward, and before he could stand up, one foot stepped on his back and stomped his body hard. The horse thief behind him grinned bloodily, raised his horizontal knife and stabbed downward!

The horizontal knife went through the back of the minion's head and through the forehead. The cold blade crushed all the contents of his skull, and in an instant, the expression of fear froze on the face of the minion. The knife pierced the skull and stabbed deep into the ground, blood pouring down the blade. When the horizontal knife was withdrawn, a white sticky substance slowly flowed out of the knife.

It was like a flock of sheep driven by dozens of tigers, and those defeated soldiers of Junozawa ran back like crazy. They didn't even dare to look back, no matter how many of their companions were hacked to death by the madmen.

"Quick!"

Zheng Kun, the third master of Ju Yeze, said eagerly: "Hurry, come on!" Stop them from the top, don't let them bump into them! ”

The seventy or eighty pro-soldiers under his command hesitated for a moment, but still stubbornly pushed forward. They brandished their weapons and tried to stop the rout. But how could those routs who had already been frightened stop, and within two minutes, Zheng Kun's personal soldiers were scattered. There were also a few people who were stabbed to death with knives by the anxious rout, and they did not hesitate at all when they attacked. In fact, they didn't know who was in front of them at this time, they just slashed with knives indiscriminately, completely indistinguishable from friend to foe.

"Big brother, quickly mobilize people to block them!"

Zheng Kun, who had killed more than a dozen pro-soldiers, wanted to cry in distress, and begged Zhang Jincheng to send someone to block it with a crying voice.

"Someone!"

Zhang Jincheng glanced at Zheng Kun with a cold face, and then raised his hand and waved: "Release the arrow!" ”

"Huh!?"

Zheng Kun was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Zhang Jincheng's arm and shouted, "Big brother! No, my people haven't withdrawn yet! ”

Zhang Jincheng glanced at Zheng Kun coldly, and shouted loudly: "What the hell are you waiting for!" Give me arrows! ”

The hundreds of armor soldiers beside him immediately raised their bows, and with the order of the leader of the pro-soldiers, hundreds of feathered arrows pressed over densely. There was a muffled popping sound, and in an instant, dozens of minions were shot to the ground by feathered arrows. The first to bear the brunt was Zheng Kun's personal soldiers, they were blocked at the rear, and they didn't even have a place to hide when the feather arrows covered the past. Hundreds of routs who were blocked in front of and behind cried and screamed and scolded heartbreakingly, but no one sympathized with their comrades who shot arrows in front or horse thieves who killed people frantically behind.

"Keep shooting! No one is allowed to stop without my orders! ”

Zhang Jincheng ordered with a gloomy face.

His own soldiers drew their bowstrings again, and hundreds of feathered arrows covered the past for the second time in an instant. The hail hit the lotus pond like a splash of blood, staining the sky a man high. The madmen in the back were slashing with knives, and the robes in front were shooting with arrows, and those defeated soldiers sadly found that no matter which direction they fled, it was a dead end.

Zhang Jin's personal soldiers are far more elite than those ordinary minions, and after four rounds of feather arrows, there are not many routs who can still run forward, and gradually, the red-eyed horse thieves are also exposed to the feather arrows.

"Shoot, shoot!"

Zhang Jincheng suddenly shouted like crazy: "Shoot them!" ”

"Brother He Ruo!"

A personal soldier grabbed He Ruozhongshan and shouted in his ear: "Brother He Ruo, you can't rush forward anymore!" I'll let the brothers escort you away, and I'll take a few people to break off! ”

He Ruozhongshan's mind had begun to blur because of excessive blood loss, his steps staggered, he shook his head slowly, and laboriously spit out three words: "I'd rather die!" ”

The soldiers bit their lips and looked at He Ruozhongshan's face, which was as white as paper, and tears rolled down.

"Kill...... Kill Zhang Jin and avenge the big boss! ”

He Ruozhongshan walked with difficulty, and blood continued to slide down the corners of his mouth. His voice was soft, as he had barely the strength to speak.

"Brother He Ruo said! Kill Zhang Jin! ”

The soldier who was holding him cried and shouted, and then strode forward with him.

One companion after another was killed by feathered arrows, but not a single one retreated!

"Born together!"

When all the defeated soldiers were shot to death, the remaining twenty or so horse thieves held hands and held their brothers of life and death tightly, and everyone's face was a calm that transcended life and death. Their eyes were staring at Zhang Jincheng, who was already less than 100 meters away, and there was a flame burning in his eyes. They supported each other and walked the last leg of their lives together.

"Death with death!"

They sang loudly and tread blood step by step.

Zhang Jincheng's face became more and more ugly, gloomy like a heavy cloud in the sky. His thin body trembled slightly, and he didn't know if it was anger or fear. In his sight, more than two dozen men covered in blood strode forward arm in arm, moving forward.

Burst!

The feather arrow was shot at He Ruozhongshan's heart, and the feather arrow sank deep into the body. His body trembled violently, and then he fell limply, and there was no trace of pain in his eyes, only unwillingness and regret.

"Hold me!"

With the last of his strength, he screamed, "Don't let me fall in front of the enemy!" Die, and I will stand in death! ”

Finally, the remaining six horse thieves rushed up and held He Ruo Chongshan in a circle, arm by arm. They are like a group of sincere pilgrims, and the body of Heruo Chongshan, which has gradually lost its vitality, is the sacred mountain they worship.

The last drop of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, and He Ruozhongshan smiled and muttered, "Life is the same...... Death with death. ”

Vaguely, he saw a feathered arrow flying in front of him, so fast, so fast that he didn't have time to close his eyes.

A black knife slashed out of nowhere, and with a thud it knocked the feathered arrow away.

The young man immediately crossed the knife, as if coming from the sky.