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I don't know how many swords I will go out, and the Jiuyang True Qi in my body feels like it is about to be exhausted, and my body shook and almost fell directly to the ground.

Gan Yunjia couldn't get any better, as he got closer and closer to the town, the two red lanterns could already be seen clearly, but Liu Zihong didn't care about it, what words were written on it.

Anyway, he held on, and touched his arm, there were two wounds on it, which were the marks left by the flame gun of the Fire Monk of the Golden Gun Fort.

What displeased Liu Zihong the most was that his hair was burned off a lot, which made his image look greatly reduced.

Just began to face the impact of Peng Yifang and Yu Chengtian, these soldiers of the Golden Gun Fort were very uncomfortable, but it was only about ten minutes before and after, and the two sides were deadlocked.

Liu Zihong: Every time they took a step forward, they felt that it was very difficult, and when they were less than 100 meters away from the gate of the town, this feeling became more and more obvious.

Whether it was the monks of the Golden Gun Castle or the commanders, they all became more and more crazy, and they didn't care if they were injured or not.

Even if he is desperate to save his life, he must leave some traces on Cheng Tian or Peng Yifang's body, as for Liu Zihong, needless to say, in the face of this kind of attack of forgetting life and death, his shortcomings of poor actual combat experience were shown again.

Fortunately, Gan Yunjia played a good auxiliary role on the side, and the two cooperated together, but they also had a tacit understanding and did not suffer any fatal blows.

The chill from the ice system exercise made Liu Zihong quickly wake up, bit his lip, cheered up again, waved his long sword to stop it, and attacked him.

By the way, he also helped Gan Yunjia protect the flanks, and Yu Chengtian gradually came back, supporting Liu Zihong and Gan Yunjia from time to time, otherwise the two of them would have been trapped, and it would be very difficult to kill here.

The long hissing of the jade lion in the night reminded Liu Zihong that the current situation was very bad, but the scene of the Silver Star City parade of desperate soldiers that year appeared in his mind.

Rows of soldiers walked to the battlefield without hesitation, and when they came back, maybe it was a small gourd on the robe, and some people were not seen in life, and there were no corpses in death, and even the ashes could not be brought back.

Countless soldiers, wielding weapons, and the earth-shattering shouts of killing spread in Liu Zihong's heart.

Tang Shi swordsmanship third style, which he had never used, was the first swordsmanship he comprehended, but when he used it, it was the first time.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass!" Liu Zihong's figure staggered a few times, as if he had drunk too much wine.

"If you want to drink the pipa, urge it immediately. Although the murmuring voice was low, the one present was not a master, even if there were small insects crawling dozens of meters away, it probably wouldn't be able to escape their ears, not to mention that Liu Zihong was so obvious now.

The murderous aura on his body is overwhelming, even if Yu Chengtian boasts that he has killed countless people for himself, but compared with this murderous aura that rises to the sky, his own point is really not worth mentioning.

A few dark clouds in the sky quickly flashed above Liu Zihong's head, and when the moon appeared in front of everyone, it was faintly blood-red.

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, don't smile, a few people have come back to fight in ancient times!" Liu Zihong's figure disappeared in front of everyone, and the rich blood-colored aura shrouded a distance of hundreds of meters.

"Retreat!" the grim voice of the man in black sounded, and his figure had already taken the lead in retreating.

There were only a few people who had time to react, and the vast majority of them were stunned, not knowing what kind of scene they were facing.

Even Peng Yimad and Yu Chengtian unconsciously flashed to the side, this kind of strong murderous aura, even a person at the level of a grandmaster, would feel uncomfortable, not to mention that they were still far away from the grandmaster.

Liu Zihong was indulging in the artistic conception, and only felt that he was a warrior who was famous, had given his life to the country, and was walking to the battlefield.

When they are not even afraid of death, ordinary soldiers are almost invincible, and after the life and death of the enemy, their own life and death, and then the life and death of the robe, those soldiers leave behind an almost substantive murderous aura, which is perfectly reflected in Liu Zihong at this moment.

The monks of Fort d'Gun, who were shrouded in it, suddenly seemed to feel that they were on the battlefield, facing the boundless soldiers, rushing towards them without fear of death.

In just a few minutes, Liu Zihong was exhausted, broke away from Tang Shi's swordsmanship, and looked around with his sword, all of them were broken corpses, not even injured.

Within a radius of 100 meters, there was not a single grass growing, except for the jade lion in the night, even Peng Yimad and the others had already dodged away.

The sword in his hand had already become a blood sword, and the blood remained on the ground along the sword, converging into a small blood pit.

Stretched out his hand and touched the neck of the jade lion, the white horse had already become blood-colored at this moment, and those who didn't know thought it was a sweaty horse.

Hundreds of monks of the Golden Gun Fort were shrouded in this sword by Liu Zihong, and except for a few who were lucky, they were all killed and under the sword.

Although there is no psychological burden, when he saw so many people dying under his own sword, Liu Zihong felt a little uncomfortable psychologically, and he was not a natural murderer.

Reluctantly, he straightened up, came back to his senses, held the reins of the jade lion in the night, and looked up at the red lantern, as if his eyes were bloodshot.

There is no distance of more than ten meters, no one can stop him, and no one can stop him.

Standing under the not tall archway, Liu Zihong stopped and looked up at the words on it: "Dangui Town" seems to be the name of this town.

Peng Yimad and the others followed him, and the monks of the Golden Gun Fort had long since thought about killing Peng Yimad, if they knew that there would be such a big loss, they would not do such a thing at all.

Although the hand holding the giant sword was trembling, Peng Yifang felt a little excited, after so many years of crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, there had never been a time when his blood was boiling like tonight.

I thought that I, my wife, and the soon-to-be-born child would be buried outside Dangui Town, but I didn't expect that Feng Huanlu, a young man who seemed to be a newcomer to the rivers and lakes, would burst out with such terrifying strength.

When you enter Dangui Town, you will first see a huge laurel tree, dozens of meters high, and a white flag, fluttering in the moonlight, with four words written on it: "Kill the one who does it." ”

Although he didn't know if it was reliable or not, but he felt that everyone else around him was relaxed, Liu Zihong naturally knew that most of the people here were some great people, and setting this rule was probably the reason why those people prevented Peng Yifang and his wife from entering here.

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