The hundred-foot-high pole in front of him seems to stand up to the sky, majestic and unshakable, but there is a group of heroes who do not believe in evil to challenge its so-called majesty.

Lu Zhishen's sixty-two pounds of water mill Zen stick picked up, the wind and thunder, was smashed on the cornerstone at the bottom of the hundred-foot-high pole, the sparks burst out in the sound of clicking, and the stone chips were splashed everywhere. Lu Zhishen circled around and connected the four sticks, and the four cornerstones were shattered for a while, showing the essence of its external strength and middle dryness.

As soon as the outer town was protected, Wu Song erected a three-pointed two-edged knife, strode forward, hugged the hundred-foot-high pole, shouted, and struggled to pull it out-For a while, everyone only heard Wu Song's whole body bones rattling, but the hundred-foot-high pole was buried deeply, even though Wu Song's divine power was amazing, how could a person be shaken?

Lu Zhishen put aside the iron Zen staff and jumped up to help. The four arms of the two heroes were coiled at the bottom of the hundred-foot-high pole like dragons, and after steadying their horses, they shouted violently, and exerted their strength in unison--in the majestic roar, the hundred-foot-high pole shook slightly, and the vultures were not falling.

Seeing that Lu Zhishen and Wu Song's divine power were superimposed, he couldn't help this stubborn fortress, but when he heard a tiger roar, a team of tigers and wolves poured out of the chaotic army. Led by three heroes, one with a double axe, one with a broadsword, and one with a big knife, killing officers and soldiers is similar to chopping melons and vegetables, but they only saw their heads flying and their limbs scattered, their bones and intestines piercing, and they flew all the way to the bottom of a hundred-foot high pole.

Ximen Qing was overjoyed when he saw it, and there was no other person who came, it was the black whirlwind Li Kui, and the mourning god Bao Xu, who had no face and was anxious. Black Whirlwind Li Kui Since the creation of Song Jiangzhi, his whole human nature has changed, and he is just silent every day, standing alone, not only no longer gambling money, but even drinking less. Ximen Qing saw that a reckless man had lost his tiger nature, and knew that he was suffering greatly and distressed in his heart, but he had no way to persuade him to recover it, so he had to leave time to heal the wounds of his soul.

This time, Gao Yu entered Liangshan, and Li Kui was also abnormal, not clamoring to be the first, but just being in the crowd and listening to the orders. Ximen Qing was afraid that this black guy would have something strange to seek death by fighting, so he didn't count him in the vanguard, but arranged for him to be in the reserve, and ordered Bao Xu, the god of death, to accompany him.

Later, Ximen Qing personally broke the formation, all the generals followed, after entering the formation, Bao Xu and Jiao Ting were secretly worried about Li Kui, who knew that as soon as he was on the battlefield, the black man finally recovered his former decisive killing intent, in the forest of knives and guns, but he saw that the tiger whiskers turned the golden line upside down, and the eyes opened up with electric light, and in a loud roar, it seemed to be about to vent all the depression and pain, and the embers of the vent were all pinned on the wielding of the two big axes.

So along the way, Li Kui was at present, Bao Xu Jiao was maintaining left and right, looking for officers and soldiers to kill, really like a tiger walking a flock of sheep. At dawn of Tianfu, the chaotic army saw the flag of General Ximen Qing fluttering in the eyes of the middle formation, and without waiting for others to speak, Li Kui said first: "Hugh is clash again, it is important to protect my brother first!" When Jiao Ting Bao Xu heard this, he was secretly surprised, so he separated from Li Kui and collided with Ximenqing under the hundred-foot-high pole.

At the beginning of Yiling, Li Kui once held the four tigers, with the power to shake the earth, when he saw him coming, how could Ximenqing not like it? At the moment, he said: "Brother Tie Niu, you can help Master Lu Second Brother Wu!" ”

Li Kui shouted: "Wow! Then he threw himself under the hundred-foot high pole, Wu Song Lu Zhishen shouted again, and when his four arms were forced, Li Kui also arched his arms on the high pole - the high pole flickered, and finally slanted slightly.

Seeing that he had not finished the whole work under the exertion, Li Kui became brute, threw off the clothes on his body, revealing a ghost-like body of tendons, the iron bull seemed to be naughty all over his body, his back was hard against the hundred-foot high pole, and under the eyes that were about to split, there was another fierce shout-Lu Zhishen and Wu Song also exerted their strength together--just heard a strange "creak" sound, and the hundred-foot high pole finally came out at a small angle with a name in geometry.

Everyone has worked hard and finally paid off, and everyone is happy. When he was about to make persistent efforts, he didn't expect a "bang" and "pop" sound, and a person had fallen heavily above his head, which scared everyone.

It turns out that they are subversive under a hundred-foot pole, and the accomplices who are looking at the wind for the Sancai Heaven and Earth above their heads can't sit still! So a small soldier lifted a strong bow, poked most of his body out of the bucket, and asked Xiangxia to secretly cast a cold arrow. Who knew that Xiao Li Guanghuarong rushed to the chaotic army, and saw the small movements of this guy at a glance, and under the preemptive strike, Hua Rong flew with an arrow, and cleanly shot his bowstring first, and the long arrow was not weakened, and penetrated his choking throat. The plotter stole the chicken and didn't eat the rice, and the dead body was planted out of the bucket one by one, and fell straight to the ground, breaking the tendons and bones for a while, and the stomach and intestines flowed, and he died on the spot.

This came to give Ximenqing and others a wake-up call, and some people pointed to the Diao Dou above their heads and scolded, and the remaining seven people in Diao Dou panicked, and they didn't dare to probe anymore, and some people were even frightened, so they simply cut off the soft ladder that passed up and down.

The rope that fell from the sky reminded Ximenqing again—what is this? Although this is a soft ladder, it is also a rope! Ximenqing stepped forward and hooked up the rope ladder with a gun, sorted out the clues of the three and two, and shouted: "Brothers! Wrap the rope around this high pole and pull it down together! ”

Everyone woke up like a dream, so they worked together to tie the rope on a hundred-foot high pole, and then countless hands dragged both ends, and under the unity, although the force had not yet been exerted, the hundred-foot high pole seemed to have trembled in the morning wind.

The dense arms pull the rope that belongs to them, these arms are the leaders of Liangshan, and there are also unknown minions, but at this time, there is no difference between high and low, everyone is thinking in one place, and they are working hard in one place, vowing to pull down this stubborn fortress of Zuihou!

Ximen Qing is also one of these people, at this time, his heart is surging, at this moment, he feels the strength of the will when all are united, and the magnificence of liliang under the concerted efforts! This ordinary rope seems to have turned into a common bloodline, connecting countless hearts, beating and resonating vigorously, and the blood flow pumped out will sweep away the decay and wash the world!

Taking a deep breath, Ximenqing let out a roar in a hoarse voice: "Brothers! Bring it down—"

After the roar, a majestic trumpet composed of countless voices sounded: "Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey—"

In the sound of the trumpet, Lu Zhishen and Wu Song's internal force was submerged, the white gas above their heads was steaming, the muscles on the four iron arms were raised, and the fierce strength suddenly burst out!

In the sound of the trumpet, Li Kui raised his head and let out a silent scream, tried his best to kick the ground with his legs, and squeezed his back to the hundred-foot-high pole behind him!

In the sound of the trumpet, countless arms made a crackling bone sound when the force was exerted, like a spring thunder, like the beginning of heaven, sounding the death knell for decay and playing the war drums for the coming new century!

In the sound of the trumpet, countless good Hanning's unyielding waists bent down, bending into a graceful bow, which contains an explosive liliang - today's bending is for tomorrow's head held high! Come! Let's bend our waists a little deeper!

At the sound of the trumpet, the majestic hundred-foot-high pole trembled and swayed, and it swayed unwillingly from side to side, "creaking" and letting out a miserable hissing and curse - but all this dying struggle could not delay its doom in a little, and under the unity of the city, the once self-respecting figure was now so helpless, and could only plunge headlong into the hell of destruction!

In the sound of the trumpet, the first rising sun hit this clearing, as if the heavens and the earth opened their huge eyes, casting their eyes here, and sending blessings to these enders of the old era with their own appreciation, and the warm sunlight condensed a golden group of images - the iron arms of the united city, burying all sin and decay!

Boom, like a startling thunder shook the frozen earth, and the devil's palace shook in the thunder - the hundred-foot-high pole finally collapsed with the concerted efforts of countless people, and all the clowns who clinged to it fell to their deaths!

After the dust settled, Ximenqing sighed deeply and said softly: "I also said that this thing can't be poured for eternity, it turns out to be just a clay-footed giant, hehe-"

In the sneer, you looked around, countless people fell due to excessive force in the process of pulling down the hundred-foot high pole, but now everyone is getting up again, wiping the blood from their bodies and faces, and then looking at each other with a smile.

Suddenly, the forest-like arms were raised high, and everyone said in unison: "We have won!" ”

Oh, yes! Finally won!

As soon as the hundred-foot-high pole fell, the eye of the Sancai Heaven and Earth Array was broken, and the destruction of this great array was only a matter of time.

As soon as the hundred-foot-high pole fell, the spiritual pillars of the officers and soldiers guarding the central army formation also collapsed.

Ximen Qing issued an order: "Put up a white flag, and those who descend will not die!" ”

The white flag of surrender was raised in the morning light, and there was an endless stream of officers and soldiers who surrendered, they had had enough, and it would be better to end it sooner.

But at the same time, the horn of the crowd sounded in the distance - the veteran Wang Huan did not abandon his army and escaped alone, he used the remaining 10,000-bladed chariots to defend himself, gathered Zuihou's brave men, and guarded the only remaining dignity of the officers and soldiers.

Ximenqing looked at the ruined military flag fluttering in the official army array with respect, and sighed: "Veteran Wang Huan, what a hero!" ”

Although there was Zuihou's resistance, but it was just a disease of mustard, Ximenqing's eyes turned to the west - there was the vast water surface of Liangshan, and a red lotus flame was soaring against the rising sun! This is exactly what it is:

only said that the army hit the golden stirrup, and watched the sailor play a triumphant song. But I don't know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown.