The sound of fighting in the city became more and more intense, and there were about 300,000 mortals who were devoured in the blood tide, accounting for one-tenth of the people in the city.

Coupled with the number of people who died at the hands of Zhou Yiping and the slaughter of thieves, it adds up to about eight or nine hundred thousand.

In other words, the total number of people killed by the blood demons in the chaos is actually not as many as the people killed by the thieves in the city.

The thieves gathered on the main road to fight each other, and some of the beautiful women they carried as goods also became the favorites of contention at this time.

Boxes of dazzling gold and silver jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, shining seductively in the dark night, like the abyss of sin, suck people and souls into the whirlpool, and never extricate themselves.

Wang Zixuan and Sun Changwu, who had already retreated, had also returned to the city from the city gate at this time.

As for the remaining disciples of the Tiangang Ancestral Hall, they were brought back to the sect by Hu Xiuxian, the deputy sect master, to cultivate.

Most of the disciples are still just mortals, although they know some internal strength, but the rescue of the capital during the day has already exhausted all the energy of these people.

Letting them into the city at this time is tantamount to sending them to death.

The two of them joined forces, invincible along the way, how could the group of thieves who were in chaos be the opponents of these two martial artists, they were defeated by the fierce and domineering fists, and there were as many as 1,000 thieves who died under the hands of the two in just half an hour.

This efficiency is far more efficient than saving people in street battles in the city, and the thieves flee for their lives and flock to gather, which is tantamount to asking for their own death.

The thieves threw away their armor, and some even threw away all their belongings, at this time they hated their father and mother for having a few legs, and the evil god behind them pushed all the way over, which was really unstoppable.

As if they had been granted amnesty, the people fled along the path opened by the two.

Wang Zixuan's earth-breaking fist fell like raindrops on the thieves in front of him, and Sun Changwu assisted by his side.

The cooperation between the two is seamless, even if the thieves in front of them hide in the dark and secretly release cold arrows, the arrows can't get close to the two of them at all, and the martial arts around them alone are enough to destroy the bows and arrows shot by the eight-stone strong bow.

Unless it was a crossbow arrow specially refined in the internal guard that specifically aimed at protecting the body, these thieves alone would not be able to hurt them in the slightest.

The two of them advanced and soon came to the center of the official road, and this is also the area where the thieves gather the most and the people who fall into trouble the most.

Wang Zixuan's face was calm, and he couldn't stop swinging his fists, looking very relaxed.

But Sun Changwu had already noticed that every time he threw a punch, Wang Zixuan's body would tremble slightly.

Sun Changwu's heart sank, this is a symbol of exhaustion, his current state is similar to Wang Zixuan, although the two of them are martial artists in the Three Realms, their strength and speed are far beyond ordinary people, but in the final analysis, they are still people, not machines.

Since it's human, it's going to be tired, but both of them are holding on.

It is not only to have confidence in his own strength, but also to save the people as soon as possible and avoid more bloodshed and sacrifice.

After Liu swept out of the imperial city to the north, he went straight in the direction of the West Gate, where the shouts of killing were the loudest.

Along the way, whenever he saw someone fighting with a knife, Liu Xiangbei slashed out with a blood-colored knife without saying a word.

The knife was like a scythe of death harvesting life, and the thieves could only see a ray of blood piercing the night sky in their eyes, and then they saw the terrifying picture of their corpses separating and flesh and blood being cut sideways.

These people didn't even have time to scream, and they all lay on the ground, and the main road west of the city was suddenly covered with blood.

In the camp of the forbidden army on the outskirts of the city, He Zhangwen was standing on a high platform looking at the capital, with a grim look on his face, standing beside him was his father He Jianbai, and the middle-aged scribe who had served as a soldier in Zhao Wei's account.

He Jianbai looked at the beacon fire in the distance and muttered, "Zhang Wen, what was that just now?"

He Zhangwen looked up at the sky with a slight distraction, and said to himself, "Immortals? No, that's the real Supreme."

Obviously, even mortals like them who had not set foot in the cultivation path clearly felt the power of the light and shadow in the sky.

Among the thousands of people who fell on their knees,

Naturally, there are also He Zhangwen's father and son.

He Zhangwen clenched his fists, his eyes were full of longing and yearning, and he took a deep breath feeling the autumn wind blowing on the high platform.

Huo Di turned to look at the scribe and said in a deep voice, "How is the army assembled?"

The army hurriedly knelt down and replied, "The 30,000 elite forbidden troops have been assembled, led by the captains of each battalion, and they can go to the capital to quell the rebellion at any time just for the orders of the generals!"

He Zhangwen held the sword on his waist, his eyes were blazing, and he strode towards the high platform of the handsome tent.

The sharp gaze swept over the tens of thousands of armor-clad sharps gathered below, and the faint moonlight shone on the black armor, reflecting a slightly dim black light.

The soldiers held Changge in their hands, the bows and arrows on their backs reflected in the black shadows, and the crescents were ready to go.

The war horse snorted restlessly, this was not the uneasiness before the war, but the excitement.

"March!"

As He Zhangwen's shout fell, the tens of thousands of black armor under the audience quickly advanced like a torrent of steel.

Jin Ge Iron Horse galloped forward, with the majestic posture of sweeping the world.

He Jianbai was just about to get up, but a pair of powerful big hands pressed on his shoulders, He Jianbai looked up, but saw that it was his own son who shook his head at him.

He Zhangwen said softly: "My father is old and frail, and the city is already in flames at this time, so I can leave the matter of counterinsurgency to my son to lead the army, and my father can just sit in the tent and wait for his son's good news."

He Jianbai held He Zhangwen's hand, his eyes were full of expectation, and he said in a deep voice: "It's useless for my father, since you have this thought, I won't say anything, God bless the He family, God bless my son!"

He Zhangwen nodded vigorously, immediately let go of his hands, and resolutely turned to leave.

Listening to the sound of horses' hooves gradually moving away, He Jianbai watched He Zhangwen's back disappear into the night, not only worrying in his eyes, but also strong expectations.

On the tower of the East City Gate, Cui Yanwen finally woke up leisurely at this time, he first subconsciously touched his sore shoulder, and then seemed to remember something important.

Cui Yanwen stood up suddenly, hooked his head and looked at his back, and when he saw that the immature but scarred little face was sleeping, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Awake? I thought you were going to sleep for three days and three nights."

A slightly flirtatious voice came into Cui Yanwen's ears, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and saw Wu Jun holding his shoulders and leaning lazily on the city wall.

Cui Yanwen rubbed his groggy head, walked up to Wu Jun leisurely, and asked puzzledly, "What's the matter?" Why did I faint?"

Wu Jun said lightly: "I stunned you, I originally wanted to take you and the little oil bottle on your back to run away together, but later, tsk, you are really unlucky, you missed the opportunity that may not be there again for tens of thousands of years, do you know what happened?"

He babbled contrary to the usual indifferent normality, Wu Jun at this moment was like a chatterbox, and his mouth was like opening the floodgate of the valve, and he kept talking endlessly.

Cui Yanwen was dizzy when he heard it, what kind of supreme person, what kind of top character, what is it about? Why can't he understand a word?

Suddenly, Wu Jun's expression, which was talking, changed, and he attached his ears to the city wall with a strange expression.

Thousands of troops and horses galloped and shook the earth, and this thunderous tremor could never be faked.

Wu Jun couldn't help but be a little curious, isn't this the forbidden army stationed on the outskirts of the city?

At first, he thought that the forbidden army had received the news of the emperor's death, and he had begun to have internal strife, otherwise he would not have left the camp to quell the rebellion.

But now it seems that the strength of the forbidden army is very well preserved, otherwise there would be no such a thunderous sound.

Wu Jun's expression changed, and Cui Yanwen on the side looked a little strange, so he asked, "What's wrong?" I hear the sound of horses' hooves coming this way, is there someone coming to quell the chaos?"

A ray of joy appeared on his face, if someone really came to calm the chaos and listen to such a noise

, it must be a formation of thousands of troops.

When those thieves saw Wang Shi entering the city, they were afraid that they would immediately scatter and flee in fright, and the crisis in the city could naturally be resolved.

Wu Jun stepped forward without saying a word and rewarded Cui Yanwen with a chestnut, and Cui Yanwen, who was in pain, almost jumped up.

He pointed at Wu Jun and wanted to scold, but unexpectedly, the other party's expression was gloomy, and he took a sip under the city wall with hatred.

Seeing this situation, Cui Yanwen also closed his mouth and honestly ran to the side and squatted down.

Wu Jun turned his head to look at Cui Yanwen, shook his head involuntarily, and sighed secretly: "What a stupid boy, but why did that wisp of the essence of national fortune fall on him and compete in the world? Can this kind of goods really compete with those heroes?"

With Wu Jun's astuteness, after a little thought, he had roughly guessed the cause and effect of the matter.

It must be that someone in the court coveted the position of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and took advantage of the death of Emperor Yu and the chaos in the city to take over the most effective suburban forbidden army.

The reason why it is said that the forbidden army in the suburbs has the most combat effectiveness is because Wu Jun was originally born in the internal guard and is very clear about the power structure of the entire imperial city.

The essence of the Liang State lies in the internal guard, in which there are commanders and deputy commanders, and there are commanders and deputy commanders below.

As far as the deputy commander is concerned, the cultivation level also needs to reach at least the sixth level of qi refining and above before he can take office.

As for the internal guards below, most of them were recruited from the entire Liang State cultivation world.

The treatment conditions of the internal guard are generous, and the back of the royal family is a big tree to enjoy the shade, and all the monks with a little strength are eager for the internal guard.

In addition to the internal guards, it is the guard army led by the general Han Anping.

Although the strength is not as good as the internal guard, it is not much inferior, and it belongs to the personal command of the emperor Yu Mao, and the close ministers of the Son of Heaven are naturally more open than ordinary courtiers.

As for the forbidden army in the suburbs, to be honest, it can't be ranked at all, but as long as one of these two forces is not seriously damaged, the tens of thousands of forbidden troops stationed in the suburbs are simply an ornament.

An army of mortal pawns is still too fragile in such a world.

Now that the high-level battle in the Imperial City has come to an end, there are people who can't wait to come out and pick peaches.

Wu Jun couldn't help but feel embarrassed by such a woman's dangerous methods, although his methods were ruthless, compared to the scheming of the people behind the scenes, he really couldn't catch up.