Zhang Wentai's fingers were slightly loose, and Gao Wentai's corpse slipped directly to the ground. Although his face was solemn, he was seriously injured, and he still couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Li Zhenjun has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and Ji Gang has also had a lot of combat experience in recent years, and the two of them know the truth of taking advantage of your illness to kill you.

The embroidered spring knife and the nine-hole ring head knife came out together, and they rushed to the key point of Zhang Lu. Zhang Lu took half a step forward, his hands came out together, and he pressed the wrists of Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang at the same time, and then his body suddenly rushed forward, and his shoulders hit Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang's bodies hard.

How could they have thought that even if Zhang Zhen was injured through the body, he would still be so brave, if this kind of injury was replaced by ordinary people, even if he didn't die, he would have lost his combat effectiveness long ago, and he could only be slaughtered by others.

The two couldn't help but sigh at the same time, Zhang Lu could temporarily suppress the injury, and the internal force was still quite deep.

The two retreated at the same time, but how could Zhang Lu let them get their wish? Zhang Lu's hand just now hadn't let go, and he directly pulled the two back in front of him.

The two of them were pulled like this, and they both subconsciously wanted to retreat, but now they couldn't touch the ground, and there was no place to borrow their strength, so they could only watch themselves being fiddled with at will.

Zhang Zhen took a deep breath, his shoulders sank naturally, he let go of his hand, and put his palms out together, the palms of his hands seemed to move slowly and weakly.

But Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang just have several feelings that they can't dodge. Zhang Lu's palm struck them, and the strong internal force quickly rushed out, directly blasting the two of them out of the distance.

This is exactly the Wudang Cotton Palm, although it looks soft, but the internal strength is introverted, and it can only come out in the end, and it is an extremely strong palm.

If this is when Zhang Zhen is at his peak, he can take Ji Gang's life with just this palm, even if Li Zhenjun's internal strength is much higher than Ji Gang, he will still be seriously injured.

It's just that at this moment, Zhang Lu's body was injured through the body, even if the wound had been sealed with internal force, the pain of the wound could not be eliminated by half a point, and he also shed a lot of blood, and it was inevitable that the internal strength was insufficient under the lack of qi and blood.

Therefore, the slap just now did not cause much harm to Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang. After the two of them stabilized their bodies and glanced at each other, they attacked Zhang Zhen again towards the weapon.

…… Zhang Yu's side. Xu is because of his age, coupled with the desperate fight, he only feels extremely tired at this moment.

He gasped for air, a tearing pain as his breath passed through his throat. His long knife had been curled, and his hand was shaking violently, but he still insisted on not letting go.

The guards around him had been slaughtered, and only one monk Wu Peng remained. The two of them had already worked together to kill a lot of imperial court soldiers and horses, and at this moment, the soldiers around them only felt that they were extremely brave, so they had no courage to go up, so they could only hold the weapons in their hands one by one.

The two also had a rare respite. Zhang Yu raised his eyes, looked at the banner of King Yan who was gradually moving away, and then looked at the soldiers and horses of the court that could not be seen at the end, and finally exhaled and whispered, "Presumably King Yan should be safe there.

Monk Wu Peng on the side also glanced at it from a distance and said, "It should be safe." Zhang Yu nodded lightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Very good, the prince was able to escape, in this way, I can always prove my innocence."

Monk Wu Peng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, why do you care about other people's opinions." Zhang Yu shook his head lightly, "If I am alone, naturally I don't need to think about it, but Fu'er and Zhi'er are still young, they have their own way to go, and I die here today, which is a relief for me, and it is good for Fu'er and Lu'er."

Monk Wu Peng glanced at Zhang Yu lightly and said, "The poor monk is here, so he won't let you die." Zhang Yu wanted to raise his hand, but he was so tired that he could only nod his chin at the soldiers around him and asked, "Are you sure you can fight your way out?"

Monk Wu Peng looked around, shook his head lightly, and said, "You can't kill it at all." Zhang Yu grinned and said, "Then don't guard me here, I know that you Jianghu people will all work lightly, with your remaining strength now, it shouldn't be a big problem to escape, and you are still young, why send me to death together?"

Wu Peng's practice is all horizontal kung fu, to put it bluntly, it is to resist beating, but his light skills are not excellent, otherwise he can escape with Zhang Yu.

Of course, now is not the time to think about that. Wu Peng shook his head at Zhang Yu and said, "The poor monk will not leave alone, if the poor monk leaves, how can the poor monk explain to him when he sees Zhang Yu in the future?"

He helped the poor monk avenge the whole family, and the poor monk always had to help him protect you. Let's hold on a little longer, I can't say that King Yan will lead an army to save you.

Zhang Yu also shook his head and said, "I won't get out alive, from the moment I led the troops to charge into battle, I didn't plan to get out alive.

Zhang Yu looked at the robed corpses around him, and continued: "These are all good men of the Yan army, they rushed with me and saved His Royal Highness King Yan, and they can be regarded as a well-deserved death, but after all, they are my own soldiers, and I brought them to the battlefield, if I survive alone, what kind of face will I have to face the relatives of these soldiers in the future?

Monk, just when I beg you, this war has nothing to do with you, you don't need to be involved at all, and since the beginning of the army, you have saved my life several times, the child is pure and good, I know best, even if you see you in the future, he will not complain to you.

Zhang Yu and Wu Peng glanced at each other, and their voices slowed down a little, "If you die here with me, I'm afraid that my conscience will not go, you are an outsider after all, I have carried too many things, and I don't want to carry your life when I die."

"Amitabha." The only answer to Zhang Yu was this Buddha name. Wu Peng's family suffered a great change back then, and he has been practicing meditation in Shaolin for so many years, his state of mind has long been extremely firm, as long as it is something he believes, no one can change his mind, even if there is a sea of swords and fires in front of him, he will never look back.

In order to show his firmness, Wu Peng even mobilized his internal strength, and the golden light on his body also lit up.

Zhang Yu saw the firmness in Wu Peng's eyes, and could only shake his head helplessly, this stupid monk, isn't it good to live?

Of course, it is good to be alive, but in the eyes of Monk Wu Peng, some things are far more important than life and death. Zhang Yu didn't say anything more, but slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of determined light, "Since you stupid monk refuses to leave, then the two of us will join hands and fight happily!"

After saying this, Zhang Yu seemed to be full of strength again, he took one step, two steps, and then one step faster and faster, until it became a run, and when he got close to the Ming army, Zhang Yu raised his long knife and slashed it hard.

The Ming army was already numerous, and it was impossible to sit still at this moment, so someone on the left and right directly stabbed the spear in his hand towards Zhang Yu.

It's just that under the golden light, the spear only hit the hard body of Monk Wu Peng. …… The golden light on the battlefield was naturally particularly eye-catching, and even Zhang Zhen on the city wall noticed this.

He looked carefully in the direction of the golden light, and finally saw Zhang Yu and Wu Peng, who were still fighting.

He thought that he had separated from Monk Wu Peng, and Monk Wu Peng, who had taken revenge, would either return to Shaolin to continue his practice, or he would travel in the rivers and lakes, even if he always said that he was already vulgar, but how could he easily change his mouth when he opened his mouth to "Amitabha Buddha" and closed his mouth to "poor monk"?

It's just that Zhang Lu didn't expect that Monk Wu Peng actually ran to Yan Jun to protect his uncle. Just when Zhang Zhen was distracted, Li Zhenjun's nine-hole ring head knife directly slashed Zhang Yuan's shoulder, and Ji Gang's embroidered spring knife also left a wound on Zhang Yuan's leg.

Zhang Lu rolled in pain and dodged the next attack of the two. At this moment, he couldn't care about the situation under Dongchang City, because as long as he didn't pay attention to it, he would hate it.

Ji Gang looked at Zhang Lu in embarrassment, and couldn't help but smile contemptuously: "Hehe, Overseer, the lowly knife is still sharp?

It's a pity that the lowly official came in too much hurry this time, if he had known that the knife in his hand could hurt the overseer, the lowly official would have smeared some poison on the knife if he said anything, so that the lowly duty could also save a lot of effort.

Zhang Yu snorted coldly, he didn't retreat, he advanced, and directly got up and attacked Ji Gang. Even if he was injured and injured, Zhang Lu's offensive at the moment was still fierce, and a set of return palms was impenetrable, forcing Ji Gang to retreat.

But Li Zhenjun only stood up a knife to defend, and didn't seem to have the slightest intention of stepping forward to help. It can also be seen from this that the alliance between the two is not strong.

Ji Gang also resisted the pressure, and yelled at Li Zhenjun angrily: "If you don't help, I'll really die, without me, how can you be reused?"

Hearing this, Li Zhenjun also stepped forward to join the battle group. With the addition of Li Zhenjun, Ji Gang can be regarded as stabilizing his position, no longer being forced to retreat by Zhang Zhen, and even occasionally counterattack a few times.

Zhang Lu's physical strength also began to gradually fail. It's a pity that Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang look like they are in harmony, and they always have to guard against each other, and they can't give full play to their strength, otherwise the two of them will play their best together, and now it is enough to take Zhang Lu down.

The three of them fought for more than twenty rounds, but suddenly there was a loud shout from the city. "Zhang! The poor monk wanted to protect your uncle, and he did his best!

Hearing this, Zhang Lu had to divide his mind and look towards the city. I saw that the original dazzling golden light had gradually dimmed.

After such a long battle, the internal force in Wu Peng's body had been exhausted, and he reluctantly dispersed the golden bell jar and shouted out with his last strength.

He knew that Zhang Zhen must be somewhere on the battlefield, and he believed that Zhang Zhen would definitely be able to hear this, as long as Zhang Zhen heard it, then he would be at ease.

Night rivers and lakes. (After reading it, remember to bookmark it for next time!)