"With such skill, he dares to go into battle against the enemy." Bantu snorted coldly, and the demon pestle turned into a golden light in the sky, and the sound from it was so chaotic that it made people upset, and their brains almost turned into paste.

Seeing that he was not in a good situation, Qian Mo immediately urged the horse to rush out, and his mouth was full of shouts, and two big hammers smashed down towards Bantu unceremoniously.

E Huan retreated in a daze, with a look of shame on his face, Zhao Yun saw the clue, frowned, and said: "The sound made by this person's weapon can disturb the general's mind, but it is very different. ”

Facing the black iron tower-like Qian Mo, Bantu let out a disdainful cold snort in his nose, and continued to shake the demon pestle, his voice was even more harsh, and it sounded like an urge to go crazy.

Suddenly, a golden light struck, and the demon pestle almost hit Qian Mo's left shoulder, and at the same time, Bantu's figure flickered, and he deftly dodged the attack of the hammer from both sides.

Qian Mo was stunned, and after dodging the attack, the two hammers danced into two high-speed rotating wheels and slashed towards Bantu's shoulders.

Bantu leaned back, and the whole person was completely attached to the horse's back, but the demon slaying pestle in his hand suddenly swelled and elongated, brushing Qian Mo's abdomen and cutting through the armor.

Damn, this weapon is still retractable, and the design is very ingenious. Seeing that Qian Mo couldn't beat Bantu, Zhuge Liang hurriedly ordered the gong to be struck, wanting to make Qian Mo retreat.

"Hmph, how can you wait to come and go freely!" Bantu turned the demon pestle sideways, blocking Qian Mo's way. Qian Mo had no choice but to entangle with him, but Bantu himself was not affected by the noise, and he was ruthless, and he wanted Qian Mo's life back.

Wang Baoyu was anxious, and hurriedly handed the dragon slaying knife to Fan Jinqiang, and said, "Big brother, go and exchange the old money, you must destroy his weapon." ”

Fan Jinqiang nodded silently, pulled out two pieces of cloth from his clothes, plugged his ears, held the dragon slaying knife in his left hand, held the iron rod high in his right hand, and rushed forward on his horse.

At this time, Qian Mo's situation was similar to that of E Huan, his brain was noisy by the sound of the demon pestle, and when he saw Fan Jinqiang coming, he hurriedly turned his horse and retreated. When Qian Mo returned to the team, he realized that Fan Jinqiang had replaced him, and he was embarrassed, how could he escape by himself regardless of his buddy's life or death in a daze, so he immediately asked for help again.

Wang Baoyu did not agree, Fan Jinqiang has experienced countless wars, as long as he entangles Bantu and destroys his weapons, this battle is equivalent to having a chance of winning.

"Humph! Wheel war, the Han people are really shameless! Bantu said disdainfully.

Fan Jinqiang, who plugged his ears, couldn't hear what Bantu said at all, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with him, the iron rod flashed with black light, mixed with gusts of wind, and shrouded down towards Bantu's body.

Bantu was not afraid, where the demon pestle waved, the golden light of the Dao Dao met the iron rod respectively, and there was a burst of explosion of weapon handover, as well as the more and more harsh sound on the demon pestle.

Fan Jinqiang's strong attack was defused by Bantu, although it was not disturbed by the noise, but the general battle, not only by the eyes, but also by the ears, as the so-called eyes see six ways, ears listen to all directions.

Bantu defeated the two generals one after another, and at this time the fighting spirit was high, and the demon pestle kept attacking Fan Jinqiang all the time, dense like a storm.

This move fully shows that Bantu has murderous intentions and wants to put Fan Jinqiang to death, Fan Jinqiang relied on his keen senses to disassemble Bantu's moves again and again, but because he couldn't hear the sound and had problems with his judgment, the movements in his hands slowed down significantly.

Bantu snorted coldly, saw the weakness of the other party, the movements in his hands were false and difficult to distinguish, Fan Jinqiang had experienced a hundred battles, and it seemed difficult to distinguish the strength of his strength by vision alone, either violently against the false moves, or ignored the actual moves, and fell behind for a while, like a fish swimming in a kettle, it was difficult to escape.

Bantu was extremely proud, thinking that victory was imminent, so the trick was repeated, and the demon pestle suddenly grew a section, and instantly attacked Fan Jinqiang's left shoulder.

"Big brother!" Wang Baoyu shouted anxiously.

"General Fan! Get out of here! Zhao Yun couldn't help but shout at the same time.

Fan Jinqiang, who blocked his ears, couldn't hear it at all, but he suddenly waved the dragon slaying knife in his hand and accurately slashed at the demon pestle.

Without any sound, the head of the demon pestle was cut in two, and the iron orb inside fell down, and it could no longer make a sound.

"General Fan defeated the strong with the weak and took advantage of the trend, which is convincing." Zhuge Liang said approvingly.

"In the battle of generals, when the strength is equal, it is more necessary to play on the spot, and turn defeat into victory." Wang Baoyu had a false alarm, and Fan Jinqiang showed weakness and counterattacked, and he had completely exercised himself from the battlefield.

Looking at the destroyed Demon Suppression Pestle, Bantu's face showed an extremely frightened look, and he was stunned for a moment and forgot to attack. Fan Jinqiang laughed, quickly put away the dragon slaying knife, pulled out the cloth stuffed in his ears, clenched the iron rod with both hands, and a black snake that was intertwined and attacked towards Bantu's front door.

The strong wind was blowing, Bantu hurriedly waved the broken demon pestle, and hurriedly blocked Fan Jinqiang's blow, but the earth-shaking power tide still withdrew him several meters away, his arm was in severe pain, as if he was about to be broken, and he didn't dare to fight again, so he turned his horse and left, beckoning the army to retreat towards the city.

Zhuge Liang gave the order to attack, and the army surged forward, shouting and killing to the sky, and the arrows were dense like rain.

In the process of retreating, the Bantu army still suffered some casualties, but the situation was not severe, and dozens of gates were opened for them at the same time. And just when Zhuge Liang's army wanted to rush into the city gate in one go, suddenly, countless monks held short knives and blocked the city gate, and chanted the Buddha's name in their mouths, the voice was so loud that it shook the sky.

Zhuge Liang was furious, but he could only stop the army and retreat back, the monks could not be killed, and destroying the faith of one side would mean being the enemy of the local people.

Everyone finally understood why Bantu opened the city gate so much, he had no fear, he wanted to use the monks to provoke a war in the whole territory, not only Zhuge Liang's army, no one dared to violate this taboo.

The army retreated, re-encamped, and discussed countermeasures, and Bantu's approach made everyone understand that this man was not only strong in martial arts, but also not bad in resourcefulness, although this approach was a bit unkind, but it was an effective method.

However, things are all relative, Zhuge Liang was worried that Bantu would set up an ambush in the city, but now it seems that there is no need to worry about this matter, presumably Bantu does not want to raise swords and soldiers in densely populated places, causing unnecessary casualties among the people.

"The monks are all strong-willed, and if they are bewitched, it will be very difficult to convince them." Wang Baoyu said angrily.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you ever thought of a way to break the enemy?" Zhuge Liang looked around and asked.