The loss of the West Gate is like a breach in the riverbank during the high tide of the spring flood, and when no one can stop the opening for a while, the opening will expand and expand at a jaw-dropping speed until it can drown out everything it can submerge.

Yang Zhen sat on the top of the tallest tower in the city, and saw very clearly that when more than 20 of the guards of the West Gate were killed, the rest of the guards collapsed, some people turned around and ran, and when some people turned around and ran, they even threw the weapons in their hands, so the Huashan disciples who climbed the city in the back did not encounter any resistance at all, and climbed the city wall.

Then the whole west gate fell.

Especially when Yang Zhen saw with his own eyes that the West Gate was slowly opened under the influence of those Huashan disciples, the fall of Cancer City was irreparable.

The Huashan army, which was attacking the north city gate, obviously received the news that the west gate had been broken, and the two or three thousand troops who had not yet been put into the siege suddenly turned around and rushed towards the west gate.

The guards above the north city seemed to know the news that the west gate had been broken, and the defenders above the city wall suddenly became confused.

Yang Zhen didn't look at it anymore.

Stand up at the top of the tower, turn around and jump off the tower, and fall to the canopy of a large tree with lush foliage beneath the tower.

At a height of more than ten or twenty meters, when he fell, his arms were spread, like the wings of a bird, and the speed of his fall actually had a feeling of floating down.

As soon as his feet fell on the canopy, he flew up to the wall more than ten meters away, and then crossed in the air, and then went on a ridge not far from the wall.

…… Ten minutes later, the communicator on Zhao Jian's wrist, who was still frowning on the north gate tower and hesitating how long he would defend the city, suddenly rang.

is a tone for a new short message.

What kind of short message to send at this time?

Zhao Jian's already frowning brows furrowed even tighter, but he still subconsciously raised his wrist and clicked on the new message on the communicator to glance at it.

"You can withdraw."

The content of the message is actually these four words.

It was completely unexpected, and at this time, his eyes noticed that this news was sent by the sect master, the Aotian Demon God.

How could the door master personally send this text message to tell me to retreat?

Zhao Jian couldn't understand the reason for this for a while.

But it's okay if you don't understand.

For the orders from above, it is clear that it must be carried out, and if it is not understood, it must also be executed.

With this order, he didn't have to continue to worry about what he had just troubled.

At that moment, he shouted to a few heralds outside the city tower: "Give the order to go down!" Retreat all! The first and second teams immediately withdrew from Cancer City from the East Gate! Three teams and four teams withdrew from the south gate! The faster, the better! ”

Zhao Jian did not arrange for someone to break off.

Because this is more of a game, and the people under him have not been in his charge for a long time, it is not easy to make these people resist until now, if you order most of them to withdraw first, and let a small part stay behind.

With such an order, there is no need to give it, just thinking about it in his head, Zhao Jian can know the result.

Instead of embarrassing him by taking care of his order at that time, it is better for everyone to flee together, whether they can escape from this Cancer City alive depends on their abilities.

…… When Zhao Jian's order was issued, everything was irretrievable.

The people on Zhao Jian's side, everyone rushed to the east gate and the south gate, and the army of the Huashan faction soon poured into the city from the west gate and the north gate.

Siege and defense battles have evolved into one-sided pursuit battles.

In the hall of the county government in Cancer City, the cork mask on Yang Zhen's face was flat on the table in front of him at this time, while he himself sat on the big chair with an indifferent face and closed his eyes.

The sound of fleeing and chasing outside the county government hall sounded very distant in the county hall but could be heard.

Yang Zhen knew that the people who were being hunted and killed outside were all people from his Eagle Claw Gate.

But he seemed indifferent, leaning quietly on the large chair with his eyes closed, as if waiting for something.

…… Time is also like a deserter outside, slipping away.

About forty minutes passed, and the door of the county hall was slowly pushed open from the outside with a bang.

When the two heavy doors were pushed out with a little sound, Yang Zhen's eyes that had been closed slowly opened.

When the crack between the two doors was more than a finger wide, Yang Zhen's figure had been lost on the big chair behind the table.

If it weren't for the cork mask still on the table, it would have been as if he had never been there.

After the two heavy doors were pushed open, a half-hundred-year-old man with a round face was surrounded by a group of vigorous young and young swordsmen, with his hands behind his back, and stepped into the lobby majestically, and walked straight to the top, in the direction of the big chair behind the table where Yang Zhen was sitting just now.

In general, a round face represents gentleness and kindness.

However, although this half-hundred-year-old man had a round face, the expression on his face was extremely majestic, and the eyebrows on the left and right sides flew obliquely towards the hairline, and the corners of his mouth on both sides were also pressed downward.

The eyes are sharp and sharp.

People with such eyes are often either masters of archery or swordsmanship.

If they look at something or someone, they feel like they could shoot or puncture what they're looking at at at any moment.

"Haha! Great Elder! It's so easy to take this Cancer City today! Haha......"

"Hahaha......"

The words of a middle-aged swordsman who followed closely behind the half-hundred-year-old man caused everyone behind the old man to laugh.

Even the majesty on the old man's round face was diluted a lot by a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth and eyes.

"What a brilliant plan the Great Elder had today! Let's focus on the north gate, and the guards in this city will not dare to divide too many troops in the other three gates. When the battle was stalemate, we sent hundreds of masters to rush to the west gate, and sure enough, we broke through the city in one fell swoop! According to me, we can use this strategy in any city in the future, and see how those people at Eagle Claw Gate crack it! ”

"Hey, yes, yes! If they dare to divide their forces evenly among the four city gates, then we will really concentrate all our forces and attack only one place, haha, in that case, it will be our ...... to win."

"Hahaha......"

Because of the victory, the emotions of everyone in the Huashan faction were very high, and they were all talking and laughing while walking, and one voice was louder than the other.

Everyone had already consciously walked to the seats on both sides of the hall, and the half-hundred-year-old man, that is, Wang Ping, the great elder of the Huashan Sword Sect, walked alone to the top and the big chair behind the table.

At this time, he had just walked to the front of the table, and his steps forward stopped.

A trace of his face and eyes disappeared in an instant, and his sharp eyes were fixed on the cork mask on the table, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

His whole body tensed instantly, and the old man's right hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

In the lobby, none of his men noticed it. He was still talking with high spirits, and from time to time he said a few words that patted him on the back.

used to make him feel that it was okay to listen to the sycophants, but at this time, it was a great interference for Wang Ping.

Because of the noisy noise, he couldn't be sure if there were outsiders in this hall.

So, he suddenly shouted: "Shut up for me!" ”

Those middle and high-level swordsmen of the Sword Sect who were talking loudly were suddenly stunned by Wang Ping.

Everyone looked at each other, no one knew what was going on, why did the Great Elder suddenly get so angry?

Many people are wondering in their hearts, didn't we just win the battle and just take this Cancer City?

Shouldn't we celebrate as has always been the case? Didn't the Great Elder have a smile on his face just now?

How could he suddenly lose his temper so much?

Wang Ping has not yet said why, and these people cannot get answers from others.

However, a man in black who suddenly flew down from the roof beam made them all understand.

The man in black landed at the door of the lobby with his back to the crowd, blocking the entire lobby door.

If anyone wants to escape at this time, they must pass by him.

"Who?"

"Who are you?"

"Look for death!"

"Holy!"

"Choking ......"

In the sound of swords coming out of their sheaths, the dozen or so middle and high-level swordsmen of the Sword Sect who had just sat on both sides of the hall stood up in shock when they suddenly saw a man in black falling down on the roof beam, and all the swords in the sheath were unsheathed in the shortest possible time.

Sword Sect Great Elder Wang Ping's reaction at this time was not as fast as before.

But seeing his calm face, he turned around slowly, and his sharp eyes stared directly at the back of the man in black who was facing away from them at the entrance of the lobby.

When he didn't find the enemy's position just now, he would be nervous.

But by this time the enemy had already appeared, and there was only one enemy.

Great Elder Wang Ping was not nervous.

Who the man in black at the entrance of the lobby was, he had roughly guessed in his heart.

He had already heard of the fact that the Scarlet Shadow and the Second Elder Liu Yuntong had been assassinated by the Aotian Demon God.

These days, he has been faintly hoping that the Proud Demon God can come to assassinate him and give him a chance to make his first contribution.

He is not a person who is a good dragon of Ye Gong.

I dare to hope that the Aotian Demon God will come to kill him, and after seeing him, I won't feel nervous and afraid.

Today, there is only one Aotian Demon God, but in the lobby, there are more than a dozen masters, as well as him Wang Ping himself.

He is not a bloody shadow, nor is he Liu Yuntong's waste.

Perhaps Wang Ping's composure infected the dozen or so masters under him, and at this time, the expressions of the dozen or so middle-aged and young swordsmen who had just been taken aback had calmed down.

The back of the man in black at the entrance of the lobby was not tall.

Can such a person beat so many of them?

When our swordsmanship in Huashan is only worthy of killing chickens and sheep?

It's a long story, from Yang Zhen suddenly falling down from the roof beam, to these people Huo Ran pulling out their swords and standing up, and then to calming down emotionally, it was just a blink of an eye, Wang Ping just turned around.

At this time, Yang Zhen, who was facing away from them, also turned around with a light smile, and his eyes met directly with Wang Ping, who was looking directly at him.

(To be continued)