Chapter Seventy-Seven

A husband is a pass

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"It's just a few people, after all!"

King Huaiwu of Qi pointed at Jiang Heng angrily: "I don't believe that you can stop the thousands of troops outside the city!"

Over the years......

In addition to secretly cultivating a group of masters, just like what Zhong Xueqi sued. King Huaiwu of Qi cultivated an armed army of more than 300,000 under his command. At the beginning of Zhong Xueqi's report, the army had already rushed all the way to the Nanqi Prefecture Mansion.

Hidden in the mountains and forests outside the city, it shot into the air with a signal.....

King Huaiwu of Qi laughed and said, "Jiang Heng, you just wait to be trampled into a meatloaf by the king's cavalry!"

The army, this is indeed a headache for a person who has no military power.

However, King Huaiwu of Qi estimated one thing, that is, it was impossible to easily let an army of unknown origin and no formation enter the city to defend the city. The most important thing is that this situation is equivalent to the suspicion of rebellion, even if this person is King Huaiwu of Qi, they don't dare to let those troops come over easily.

Then the only way for these people to get in is to storm it.

In the palace of King Qi, King Huaiwu of Qi silently calculated the time when those armies would attack.

However, Jiang Heng in front of him still showed calm and calmness, which made him suddenly feel a trace of unease.

He looked at the position of the city gate of Nanqizhou Mansion, the horn of the siege should have sounded, why hasn't there been any movement until now?

And at this moment, a black iron rod grew out from the ground, directly piercing the clouds and standing outside the city, where the mountain forest should have been on standby by King Huaiwu's troops.

In front of the only entrance, a bareheaded little monk stood there, beside a pillar that could crush more than half of the 300,000 army at any time if it fell.

What is the origin of the little monk?

What is the origin of the stick behind him?

The little monk sat there quietly, he didn't move, just silently chanted the Heart Sutra in his mouth. But the army, which had already received the order, could not sit there as honestly as he did.

"Brothers, rush!"

With the first sound, the 300,000-strong army formed a sharp sword and stabbed towards the little monk.

The little monk was not in a hurry, stretched out his hand, and the black rods behind him had jumped up in an instant and landed in front of the army.

The ground trembled violently, and the little monk closed his eyes and said, "Don't go any further, it's for your good!"

The rod standing against the heavenly dome stood there, and once it was smashed, the consequences would be unimaginable. And as the boy said, all this is for their good.

With just one thought, a third of the 300,000 troops would have to die here.

The stalemate began at this moment......

Return to the palace of King Qi again.

King Huaiwu of Qi saw the sound of the horn that he hadn't remembered for a long time.

Looking at Jiang Heng, who was as calm and calm as ever: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Ghost, there's a ghost around me!"

Jiang Heng sneered: "Now that your army can't come, your subordinates have also gone to deal with my clones, as well as my brothers, then let me see who else can protect you!"

The emerald bamboo stick in his hand, which was obviously green, instantly flashed with red light, and after the light flashed, the emerald bamboo stick pointed forward, instantly piercing the void, and the murderous aura stabbed towards the chest of Naqi Wang Huaiwu.

It's just that the final result of this stick is still too late to kill King Huaiwu of Qi. Jiang Heng is clear about this, and so is the truth.

A powerful air current rushed out from behind King Huaiwu of Qi.

The powerful palm force was just the air flow that collided, and the green bamboo stick in Jiang Heng's hand reversed along the original path.

There was no time to perform other kung fu again, Jiang Heng's figure retreated, only to see two figures flying out of the identity of King Huaiwu of Qi one after another.

One black and one white, the two stood side by side in front of King Huaiwu of Qi and protected him.

One of the black-clothed men said, "This is the former general Jiang Heng?"

The man in white said, "Exactly! exactly!"

The man in black said again, "But is that so?"

The man in white smiled: "I think it's not bad, it's not bad, but I have the strength to fight with you and me." ”

The man in black sneered: "It's just the strength of a battle, hmph, it's going to lose after all!"

The man in white said, "Then what if I don't help you?"

The man in black sneered, "Then I can still kill him easily!"

The figure moved, and the black skeleton palm print flew towards Jiang Heng Miantang.

This is the kung fu of the cult!

Jiang Heng had rarely seen cult exercises, and most of them had learned from old ghosts, as well as from the collective memories of his ghost legions. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I feel that this evil aura emitted from the human body is really not simple.

It also made Jiang Heng understand one thing, that is, after the martial arts deviated, was this the effect?

Jiang Heng roared in his palm, and the dragon roared and immediately beat the past.

With a collision of his palms, Jiang Heng was naturally the weaker side.

The man in black rushed up again, and the green bamboo stick in Jiang Heng's hand came out. The bamboo stick turned into a thousand bamboo shadows and hit the black-clothed man.

The man in black turned his hand to block it, thinking that only one of the thousand bamboo shadows should be true, but he didn't expect that every one of them was so real.

The man in black didn't have time to react, Jiang Heng's bamboo stick was already hitting him.

It was just that a little bit of force wasn't enough to hurt him.

The two of them continued to tremble, and while Jiang Heng dodged with a strange posture, the bamboo stick kept hitting the black-clothed man.

"What is this kid going to do?" the man in white laughed to himself, "Does he think your clothes are too dirty and wash your clothes?"

The laughter of the man in white did not attract the attention of the man in black, but Jiang Heng laughed coldly.

As soon as the figure receded instantly, the clothes on the body of the man in black exploded instantly.

It's just that in that instant, the man in black was trapped in the smoke, and a powerful murderous aura rushed out of the smoke, and one hand grabbed Jiang Heng's chest fiercely.

Really!

Jiang Hengxin said, this kind of powerful attack formation still depends on the strength of the spellcaster. Like the old ghost, now that his strength has recovered to the realm of rebirth, the killing array he casts is enough to instantly wipe out a master of the immortal realm. However, in the face of such a powerful gap between the True Martial Realm and the Immortal Realm, Jiang Heng had to admit that he really had no way to wipe out the black-clothed man in an instant.

And after his own blasting formation was cast, the power was obviously not in place.

Not even the slightest injury of the man in black.

It stands to reason that the master of the Immortal Realm should be able to touch it, but what is going on in front of him???