Mu Jianning and Mu Jianyu, who are known as Luo Yun's double walls, were late, and they failed to turn the tide when the sect was at its most critical. When they stepped on the roof of the building and came to Luo Yun Tower, the army had already attacked, and the soldiers outside the building were calmly cleaning the battlefield, gathering the corpses of the Luo Yun disciples who had been killed, and piling up two carts.

The battle is over.

Although the Luo Yun Sword Sect has been in the limelight in recent years, the accumulation of a few years has not allowed it to grow into a real gate faction. In the list of the six factions that 'resisted stubbornly', there was no Luo Yun's name.

Mu Jianyu stood on the roof across the street and smiled bitterly, "Haha, it's too late." ”

Different from the usual confident, arrogant and somewhat annoying laughter, Mu Jianyu's throat at this time made trembling syllables, and his voice was full of sourness.

"It's not too late...... Mu Jianning pointed to a prisoner cart covered with black cloth on the side of the road, "There are so many soldiers guarding, there must be people locked up in the car, and our master is most likely inside." ”

The two brothers glanced at each other, nodded at the same time, and then flew towards the prisoner cart in the air, slashing a dozen soldiers around them in an instant.

"Sure enough, it's the master!" Lifting the black cloth, Mu Jianyu's voice was full of surprise, and his eyes were filled with tears.

At this time, Luo Yunzi's internal organs were seriously injured, and he also lost an arm, and he was already unconscious.

Mu Jianning threw the copper coin to repel the pursuing soldiers, urging his younger brother to run away with his master, "Go to the Gan family, the Gan family will definitely be able to save the master's life!" ”

Mu Jianyu nodded, carried Luo Yunzi to the room, and ran in the direction of Ganfu without looking back.

The army soon discovered that the prisoner car had been hijacked, and the members of the Jing group who had practiced Zhonghe Gong quickly arrived, a total of four people, Mu Jianning happened to know all of them, and all of them were acquaintances he had made while walking the rivers and lakes.

"It turns out that you are from the imperial court, I really didn't expect it. My master was injured by you together? ”

The leader sneered, "Your master Luo Yunzi doesn't have any real skills, so how can the four of us join forces." ”

"That's it...... "Mu Jian condensed the sword in his chest, "...... I don't know if I have the skills. ”

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Mu Jianyu's light skills were not a little higher than his brother's, and he soon carried Luo Yunzi to the door of Ganfu. As expected, it was also crowded with soldiers and masters of the Kyo group.

The Gan family is still fighting, but the situation is not optimistic, the people of the court have invaded the front yard of the Gan Mansion, and the crossbowmen are pouring arrows at a tower-like Gan man.

This person's name is Gan Sanshen, his height is close to nanometers, and he is known as the 'mountain god'. At this time, he had been hit by hundreds of arrows in the chest and limbs. Although the thick arms protect the heart, lungs, head and other vital points, they can't last long.

Behind him, hidden were the badly injured Ganxin and Licorice. The brother and sister had covered the clansmen to flee to the dungeon to hide, and the fight with the Jing group caused a great loss of vitality, and they were no longer able to fight, if it wasn't for their third uncle blocking the arrows, they would have died.

"Third uncle!"

It was the first time that the brother and sister had encountered such a life and death parting at close range, and it was heartbreaking. At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in the shadow of the courtyard, grabbed the brother and sister and ran towards the backyard, it was the blacksmith Yang Dongsheng.

"Uncle Yang, save my third uncle!" The brother and sister pointed to Gan Sanshen, who only had one breath left, and his head was still full of unrealistic fantasies.

Yang Dongsheng was angry with this brother and sister, gave each of them a slap, and shouted: "Do you want to kill me too!" ”

Just as the three of them paused, they caught up with a full ten members of the Jing group who had practiced Zhonghe Gong. These ten people are all masters of internal boxing, they don't use weapons, their palms are like thunder, and they use all their strength to blast towards their opponents.

Yang Dongsheng knew that his nephew and niece were seriously injured, and this trick could only be taken by himself. In desperation, he took out the worry needle he carried and stabbed it into his chest, and then waved his palms against the palm wind.

Emperor An Xing and the Beijing group he organized practiced the joint gong for less than a year, and the time was still short. Moreover, every time she cultivates, she needs Queen Yun Shuangxue to contribute herself, even if the queen mother is willing to cooperate, she doesn't have so much time to deal with the members of the Jing group of as many as thirty people.

Therefore, the level of the exercises of ordinary members of the Jing group is very low, and they can only borrow ten percent of the total internal force at most, which is equivalent to the seventy years of skill of the master of the inner family, and they cannot give full play to the power of the Zhonghe Gong.

However, when a group of ten people get together, they can borrow 100% of their internal strength to form the strongest combat force.

Although Yang Dongsheng was the hero of the last encirclement and suppression of the Hehuan Temple, he couldn't resist the joint attack of these ten people. When the enemy's palm wind struck, he temporarily lost his pain by relying on the worry-free needle, and he only felt a wood in his body, and there was darkness in front of him for an instant.

'Just dead?' No, it's too aggrieved, it's too aggrieved! ’

Yang Dongsheng pulled out the 'poisonous needle without worry' inserted in his chest, and used all the strength of his life to shoot the needle forward. The eyebrows and poisonous needles that accurately penetrated the eyebrows of a member of the Jing group were left in the brain, instantly paralyzing the entire brain and taking the person's life.

Poof. Yang Dongsheng, who had lost his sight, heard the sound of the enemy falling to the ground, and nodded with relief. With the last of his strength, he took out a pair of cold iron tiger claws from his arms and threw them behind him, which he had built after staying up for two nights.

Hearing the sound of Gan Xin catching the tiger's claws, Yang Dongsheng lay down on the ground satisfied. At the last moment of his life, he faced the scorching sun of midsummer, but he did not feel any light and temperature, and the darkness and cold slowly surrounded and swallowed him.

When the brothers and sisters of the Gan family saw the two elders die in front of them, they were so angry that their eyes were bloodshot, and they picked up their own cold iron weapons and planned to fight the enemy desperately. At this moment, Mu Jianyu, who had been watching the battle for a long time, found an opportunity to fall from the sky. He took advantage of Yang Dong's ascension to death, and the enemy's vigilance was greatly reduced by the sneak attack, and the slashing wind fast sword instantly took off the heads of three people, and at the same time abolished the right hands of two people.

Then, taking advantage of the panic of the enemy's attack, he grabbed the huge brother and sister and ran towards the Dungeon of the Gan family.

As he ran, he had an angry look on his face that he had never seen before. In order to save the two brothers and sisters, Mu Jianyu left the seriously injured master on the roof of the street, which was almost equivalent to sentencing Luo Yunzi to death.

In this martial arts catastrophe planned by the imperial court, it is more important than saving Luo Yunzi, who cannot become a combat force, or the two juniors of the Gan family.

This is the most ruthless choice Mu Jianyu has ever made in his life, and it is also the most rational choice.

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At this time, Emperor An Xing had just woken up from a nap and happened to notice the death of three members of the Jing group.

"One, two, three...... So many died. ”

In just half a day's effort, the number of people in the Beijing group has been sharply reduced from 30 to 22.

It doesn't matter if the person dies, but the total amount of internal force of the joint force has also come down. The original 730 years of skill is now only 500 years left......

Just when Emperor An Xing was frightened by this, two more people suddenly died, and the total amount of power dropped by more than fifty years.

"How could it be, how did it die again! What kind of garbage am I carrying! ”

Far away in the Shuo cottage, Lu Xiyan stood on the wall and licked his upper lip, and shot two people in succession.

Aichen crouched beside her and yawned, watching as the older sister licked the bright red lipstick into her stomach and swallowed it. Now there is only a pale red mark on her upper lip, and she looks even more beautiful.

"I said, can you notify me before you shoot, and it startles me. Who is this killing? ”

Lu Xiyan spread his hands, saying that he didn't know who the other party was, "Anyway, those two are riding two good horses, and they are big people at first glance." Shoot to death without loss. ”