Without the support of internal force, the Shaolin Golden Bell Jar could no longer be used, and in just an instant, several spears pierced through the chest of Monk Wu Peng.

Zhang Yu on the side didn't know where he got the strength, he ran to Wu Peng's side like crazy, the long knife fell, and the spears that pierced Wu Peng also broke one after another.

Wu Peng staggered, his breathing disordered, but he still stood. Being so seriously injured and without internal force in the body is enough to lose your life.

It's just that he doesn't see the slightest fear of death on his face, but he can't see the pain after a serious injury, and his face is only calm.

But Zhang Yu's face was already full of tears, he was rushing into battle today with the determination to die, and the death of the Yan army under his command was already heart-wrenching, but it was finally allowed Zhu Di to get out of danger, and this was a well-deserved death.

But Wu Peng is an outsider, and his life and death are like shackles imprisoned on Zhang Yu's body, something he has to carry.

Putting someone else's life on your back can be extremely painful. He knew that Wu Peng, who was seriously injured by this, was already mortal, how could he not be sad in his heart?

How can you not feel guilty? He didn't speak, just looked at Wu Peng's wound and was silent. Wu Peng trembled his hands, folded his hands with the only remaining strength, and said slowly: "Amitabha, Zhang Shizhu, the poor monk said that as long as the poor monk is alive, he will protect you, but unfortunately the poor monk is afraid that he will not survive......" Wu Peng did not say the latter words, because anyone knows that falling into the enemy camp alone will definitely not end well.

If you think about it, Zhang Yu can't survive. But knowing that he would die, Wu Peng never said a word of cherishment in his mouth.

If you talk too much, it will only increase the fearless sadness before death. Wu Peng closed his eyes lightly, and then he was silent, but his body was like a Buddhist King Kong, still standing in front of Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu shouted angrily, turning the guilt and sadness in his heart into the last strength. He raised his head to the sky and roared, and once again raised his sword and rushed towards the soldiers and horses of the court.

It's just that without the protection of Monk Wu Peng by his side, Zhang Yu is already invincible with two fists and four hands. In just a moment's time, he had been shot several times, but he didn't realize it, and still wielded his knife and slashed desperately.

I don't know if it was the blood of the enemy or his own, but it had already stained his armor red. After all, people's strength and blood are counted.

I don't know how many times he swung the knife, Zhang Yu's roar had become hoarse, and his movements gradually slowed down, until finally he could no longer swing the long knife in his hand, and could only hold the long knife on the ground to maintain his standing posture.

This is probably his last stubbornness, even if he dies, he wants to die standing up. Zhang Yu took one last look at the surrounding imperial court soldiers and horses, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

…… Wu Peng's death and Zhang Yu's death were naturally all taken into account by Zhang Yu. He came to the edge of the battlements and shouted to the city, "No!

Uncle!" It's a pity that this shout will never be heard by Zhang Yu again. Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang also took advantage of Zhang Chen's distraction and slapped Zhang Zhen directly on the back of the heart.

A mouthful of blood spurted out and splashed onto the ground outside the city. He glanced back, and felt that the strength in his body was rapidly draining.

You're going to die, right? Others are cultivating immortals to prove immortality, invincible to pretend to be waves, and beauties hug left and right.

But what about yourself? Although he has witnessed a piece of history, he has never been able to escape the fate of being an ordinary person.

When he was in Jinling City, whether it was the ruthlessness of the Nine Gates or the deceit in the court, Zhang Lu was tired of coping, and he thought that he would be much better in the rivers and lakes.

But in the end, he still can't escape the torrent of the times. Zhang Zhen slipped through his mind about what had happened since he crossed over.

Although his heart was full of unwillingness, although there were still too many uneasy emotions, Zhang Lu still felt that his eyelids were very heavy, and he wanted to close them unconsciously.

Maybe it's time to rest, an ordinary person who doesn't know history is still difficult to change history after all.

At the last moment when Zhang Lu had already accepted his fate and was about to close his eyes, he saw a sword light. Such a strong internal force, this was the last thing that came to Zhang Lu's mind, and then he lost consciousness.

…… Zhu Di still had an eye before coming to Dongchang City, and the camp he had arranged when he came was not demolished, and the Yan army chose to defend on the spot when he entered the camp, repelling several waves of attacks from the imperial court, and the soldiers and horses of the imperial court also suffered heavy losses.

After entering the camp, Zhu Di handed over the unconscious Zhang Fu to his medical officer as soon as possible, and at the same time did not forget to instruct: "No matter what, save him!"

The medical officer took over Zhang Fu, and naturally he didn't dare to slack off. Zhu Neng next to him opened his mouth and said, "The prince is merciful, if he were someone else, he would definitely not save this kid.

Zhu Di shook his head slightly, changed his words, and asked, "Where is Shimei?" Zhang Fu, this kid, was seriously injured in order to save the king, and the king must give Shimei an explanation.

As soon as Zhang Yu was mentioned, Zhu Neng was very annoyed, and he said indignantly: "Today's incident happened suddenly, and the moment I saw the prince leave Dongchang City, the last general wanted to finish off Zhang Yu's dog thief with one sword, but he didn't want Zhang Yu to follow a monk Wu Peng.

Seeing that the situation was critical, the general could only temporarily suppress the idea of killing Zhang Yu, thinking that at this time, Zhang Yu's dog thief was already eating and drinking spicy food in Dongchang City.

Since the Battle of Jingjing, Zhang Yu has been Zhu Di's confidant, and Zhang Yu has saved Zhu Di's life several times.

If Zhang Yu would betray him, then Zhu Di was the first not to believe it. But the human heart is too complicated, who can say whether it is betrayed or not?

Seeing that Zhu Di didn't speak, Zhu Neng spoke again: "Zhang Yu is no longer in the camp at the moment, and even the guards around him have disappeared one by one, but he still left his son here, which shows how ruthless he is, and Zhang Fu's rescue of the prince can't be said to be a bitter plan conspired by their father and son, let Zhang Fu's nail wedge in our Yan army array, according to the future, Zhang Fu will be a hidden danger sooner or later, even if the prince is merciful and doesn't kill him, there is no need to treat him well, it is better to throw it out of the camp directly."

Zhu Di sighed, shook his head gently, and said, "Shihong doesn't need to persuade this king anymore, now is not the time to talk about this, now Sheng Yong's soldiers and horses are still outside the camp, the situation is still not optimistic, what we have to do now is not to make internal contradictions, but to concentrate on the outside."

Now that Zhu Di had already set the tone, Zhu Neng didn't say anything more, but arched his hand and said, "Don't worry, the prince will definitely fight to protect the safety of the camp.

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