When the inner city wall collapsed, there was a burst of cheers from the temple army.

"Good, the first merit belongs to the little monk. A monk said loudly.

Xiaolin Temple is located on the top of Songshan Mountain, in the territory of the shrine, and the power is not large, although it belongs to the Buddhist sect, but also has to serve the shrine.

Van Gogh is a famous monk of the younger generation of Xiaolin Temple, and his Zen skills are profound.

Although monks are pure-hearted and have few desires, cultivation itself is a costly affair, not to mention that in troubled times, monks care more and more about face.

Su Mengzhen never hesitates to reward meritorious people. If you make great achievements, you can have luxurious food and clothing, slaves and servants, and if you give a territory, it is enough to enjoy a lifetime.

Van Gogh heard that the Shentang army was insufficient, so he brought dozens of elite warrior monks to help in the battle, and only arrived the day before yesterday, but it was just in time for the destruction of Anxiang City.

As soon as the inner city walls collapsed, Van Gogh immediately rushed into the city with the warrior monks in joy.

"Yikes. Huang Xudao saw Van Gogh's bald head and sighed.

Van Gogh also saw the red hair of Huang Xudao.

"Amitabha, if you want to come to the donor, it is the guardian of Anxiang City. The little monk was compassionate and unwilling to kill, but he had to borrow Tan Yue's head for a purpose. ”

After speaking, the Zen staff swung, and the light of the Buddha was widespread, and the colorful circle of light was enlarged, shrouding down towards the Phoenix Void Dao.

Huang Xudao's expression was calm, and he sacrificed his family treasure, which was a phoenix winged gilded hammer.

The phoenix wings gilded pit spun into the air, and a burst of coercion spread out, resisting Van Gogh's Buddha light.

A group of warrior monks recited the Buddha's name in unison, gathered like wolves, and danced the Qi Mei stick and ring knife towards the Phoenix Void Road.

"The Blood Phoenix is born. Huang Xudao said lightly.

A huge blood-colored phoenix appeared on the gilded phoenix wings, like a god coming to the world, and like a demon crossing all beings, powerful and powerful, stirring in all directions.

The majestic coercion shook out, and a group of warrior monks were frightened, and those who were close vomited blood and retreated one by one.

Van Gogh felt that he was completely suppressed in an instant, and he was shocked.

He was about to pull away, but it was too late.

The blood-colored phoenix roared violently, swept by, and Van Gogh screamed, and even the people with the Zen staff turned into pus and blood.

"Kill!" Huang Xudao waved his hand and shouted: "Sanhe loyal soul, blood kills the world!"

There are now more than 100 soldiers left in Anxiang City.

And now, these people are all under the leadership of Huangxu Dao, rushing out of the gap in the city wall.

The warrior monks of Xiaolin Temple were scattered in an instant, and they suffered heavy casualties under the swords and guns. They originally wanted to pick up cheap and reap the merits of war, but they suffered a lot here, and paid the price of their lives for this lesson.

The Three Rivers Sword Sect is accustomed to breaking off with elite soldiers, and the strength of the counterattack is naturally not comparable to others.

Wu Feng shook his head, then whistled and gathered around his men like bloodthirsty sharks.

He knew that this group of monks was in a hurry to go in and send them to death.

Huangxu Dao led less than 100 Sanhe warriors, bravely rushing to kill, like iron flow, and like wind power, where it passed, stirred up a long river of blood.

Each of them had a will to die in their eyes.

The warriors of the Three Rivers were divided into groups of three or five, forming a team to echo each other. Even if it is a battle to the death, there is still a way to advance and retreat, and it is by no means a reckless man to die.

Regardless of whether they were members of the Blood Killing Camp or not, everyone chanted the slogan of the Blood Killing Camp personally finalized by Li Qing, the ancestor of the Three Rivers, and pounced on the Shentang army like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The dense ant-like priests of the Divine Hall were beaten back in an instant, and it took a while to form a stalemate situation.

These Sanhe soldiers are all elite soldiers, and they take death as their ultimate happiness, and their combat effectiveness is self-evident, and they are really one person who can reach the three people of the Divine Hall.

But although Wu Feng is greedy for merit, he is also very cautious. The troops he led were also divided into small groups, and when fighting with the Mikawa soldiers, they must form a local advantage.

The armor soldiers fought in front, and the light soldiers fired hidden weapons in the rear to form a supplement in firepower. In this kind of melee situation, whether it is a bow and arrow or an iron cannon, it is easy to accidentally injure one's own people, but the hidden weapon is much more stable because of the advantage of firing dexterity.

He arranged his troops into a crane wing formation, pressed towards the position where Huangxu Dao was, and cut off Huangxu Dao himself and the Sanhe soldiers on both sides step by step.

Then, with a fiery red sword in his hand, he swooped towards the Phoenix Void Dao.

This long sword was left to him by Wu Feng's father, named Chixiao Sword, which is a famous sword in ancient times and one of the five famous swords in the world.

Huang Xudao saw Wu Feng like a golden lightning, and he couldn't help but smile: "I think this is the son of Wu Feng who is both wise and brave." The young master mentioned you before me. ”

"It's an honor. Wu Feng said leisurely.

Huang Xudao looked at Wu Feng's side and found that there were not many people who attacked with Wu Feng. said calmly: "You are betting on it." But your head is more precious than mine. ”

Wu Feng said seriously: "General Huangxu Dao is an enemy worthy of respect, and it is worth a gamble with Wu Feng." ”

After finishing speaking, the long sword split the light, and a rain of light swayed, stabbing towards the middle palace of the Phoenix Void Dao.

Huang Xudao stopped talking, and raised the gilded phoenix wings, and the light as bright as the sun radiated, and the coercion was pressed down in all directions.

The biggest advantage of a cultivator is that when he is outnumbered, his attack power will not be attenuated much compared to fighting alone.

And the phoenix wings gilded hammer of the Phoenix Void Dao is a magic weapon that is good at group attacks, which can evenly guide the power to the four directions, withstand the pressure of all parties, and strengthen the attack power of a certain location after revealing a flaw on the opposite side, and counterkill in one fell swoop.

Before, Van Gogh led dozens of warrior monks to besiege him, but he was also killed by Huangxu Dao, which is the reason.

Therefore, Wu Feng sensed the increased pressure on him, and immediately stepped on the heavenly step and retreated.

Luo Tingyu led several spear warriors to fight left and right, oppressing the Phoenix Void Dao, and Qi Qi, a little goblin from the demon clan, performed three thousand small world secret techniques, flying thousands of flowers in his palm, hiding killing intentions in the mystery, and cooperating with the attack of Luo Tingyu and others.

Feng Wulong and the other two shot a hidden weapon at the Phoenix Void Road to contain them from a long distance.

Ten against one, it's really very unfair. However, Huang Xudao is not only a master of conquering the sky, but also holds a phoenix winged gilt hammer, and is good at group attacks, if Wu Feng is equal to his strength, one person is enough to take him, and now the strength is not enough, so many people are still too few.

The fierce battle soon came to a fever pitch.

Huang Xudao snorted, and the phoenix wings gilded hammer surged back and forth like blood and electricity in a dark cloud, making Luo Tingyu and the others unable to exert all of them, and the flower rain emanating from Qi Qi's palm was also wiped out. Then he flew in the air, breaking the sleeve arrow shot by Feng Wulong and others, and slashed towards Wu Feng's neck.

The phoenix-winged gilt hammer suddenly thinned, but the speed increased more and more, and the edge was so sharp that it was impossible to look at it directly.

There is no doubt that if it succeeds in snatching it, the whole person must be divided into two pieces.

Wu Feng also felt a heavy pressure.

He used the Yuan Force, the golden shadow shrouded his back, and the power of the martial soul was launched with all his strength, and after the plan collapsed this blow, he immediately attacked and killed with all his strength.

And on the cliff, there are two eyes that are suddenly fierce.

Zuo Chengzheng knew that the best opportunity had come.

He did not participate in the entire campaign. Because of his young age, although Zuo Chengzheng was born in a prestigious family in the temple, he did not attract Su Mengzhen's attention.

But he is the best iron gunner in the entire shrine, and even in the Central Plains.

He also knew that the task given to him by Su Can Gongzi would be completed no matter what.

Anxiang City is sandwiched by two mountains, and there are cliffs on both sides of the east and west, smooth as a mirror. The mountain is stony, and if you want to make a hole in it, you will have to make a lot of noise.

However, more than a month before the Battle of Anxiang City, Su Can had already sent people to explore, and successfully found a stone crevice that could be drilled from the foot of the mountain to the mountain wall.

The hole is small enough for an adult to poke its head out, so it can be difficult to spot. However, it is very suitable for shooting, and there are almost no dead spots from the inner city to the outer city.

If it were an ordinary person, even if he put his weapon in a space bag and relied on bone shrinkage to drill through the gap, it would never be possible to set up an iron cannon in such a narrow space, aim and shoot, and successfully hit the enemy.

But Zuo Chengzheng is not an ordinary person.

He was able to endure pain far beyond the average human being, and was able to shoot while shrinking his body size with bone reduction.

And he was only fifteen years old, and his thin body gave him an advantage.

Therefore, Su Cancai firmly believed that Wu Feng would definitely die, and no one would suspect him afterwards.

Zuo Chengzheng now thinks so.

But suddenly a trace of hesitation welled up in his heart.

Although the young man named Wu Feng was boastful, he seemed to be really better than Su Can's son.

But he immediately remembered Wu Feng's insulting words to his eldest sister Ji Hongyan, whom he had always admired.

Zuo Chengzheng immediately found a reason for himself to kill Wu Feng: Wu Feng came back from outside, no matter what his true identity was, it was impossible to gain the trust of the ministers of the Divine Hall, no matter how strong his ability was, the succession to the throne would definitely lead to civil strife in the Divine Hall, and it would only destroy the Divine Hall.

He had always done things simply, so he didn't think about it anymore.

He knew that this was the best and perhaps the only chance to kill Wu Feng.

Zuo Chengzheng's eyes focused on Wu Feng's back, as powerful as a wolf and as sharp as an eagle.

The muzzle of the gun silently poked out of the hole and took aim.

For Zuo Chengzheng, this kind of thing is already an instinct, combined with his soul and flesh and blood.

Heaven and earth also disappeared in his eyes, and space was only the longitude and latitude that appeared in his mind, and his mind and soul calculated and deduced at a terrifying speed in order to shoot foolproof.

Zuo Chengzheng's palm is extremely stable, even if his body is in severe pain due to long-term distortion.

Bullets silently shoot out of the muzzle.

Zuo Chengzheng used his true qi to suck out the sound of the bullet, although he knew that doing so would require going beyond the limits of his physical body, which would cause him serious internal injuries.

However, according to Su Can's arrangement, he should have left the military camp a long time ago and returned to the Divine Hall to retreat and cultivate.

The moment the bullet swirled and shot at Wu Feng's back, Zuo Chengzheng finally felt his heartbeat uncontrollably quicken.