In a huge war with tens of thousands of troops, the role that hundreds of martial arts masters can play is minimal.

Although with the help of tall walls, the Mongol attack was repelled in a short time, temporarily relieving the enemy's offensive.

However, in the face of the enemy's endless, wave-like attacks, even those martial arts masters will be exhausted and will be hacked to death.

The Mongol soldiers who rushed up frantically screamed and slashed with their knives, not even looking at who the enemy in front of them was, they just needed to move forward, forward, and keep advancing.

Poof!

Because the master of the beggar gang had just killed the Mongolian soldier in front of him, he was slashed off his neck from behind, scarlet blood splashed, and his head was raised instantly.

There are martial arts people who are good at external hard skills, armed with an iron spear, angrily charging and killing on the city wall, causing the enemies to fall one after another.

But the Mongols who rushed to the city wall did not fear death at all, and even if the spear pierced the body, they still roared and smashed it with a scimitar.

Before the man could draw his spear from the corpse, a dozen more Mongol soldiers screamed and pounced, not only slashing with their long knives, but also using their bodies as weapons, directly crushing the enemy to the ground.

The sharp scimitar stabbed into the enemy's chest with a puff, shattering all the internal organs to the ground, and blood instantly filled the ground.

No matter how powerful the martial arts master is, in the face of such a cruel and bloody war, he will still be overwhelmed by the sea of people.

Huang Rong watched the tragic death of the old ones in front of her, some of these people only had one side, and some of them were old acquaintances and had a friendship of more than ten years.

But one by one they were falling, pierced in the chest with spears, cut throats by scimitars, and even corpses incomplete, with their heads and arms flying everywhere.

This is the real battlefield, there is no coming-and-going, no move.

There were enemies everywhere as far as the eye could see, and the swords and guns were rushing to kill, clattering and colliding, and the roars of countless people even made people's eardrums tear.

Huang Rong's martial arts are already at the top of the rivers and lakes, even if she is pregnant, she still uses a long sword in her hand to kill rivers of blood all around.

In the flash of the sword, the enemy didn't have time to react, and his throat was cut.

But with the passage of time, her true qi was constantly being consumed, and the loss of physical strength was even more serious, and she even vaguely felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen.

Her whole body was already wet with sweat, strands of hair stuck to her face, and her vision in front of her was a little blurry, I don't know if it was splashed blood, or the sweat left on her forehead, which stuck to the eyelashes of her eyes, making the vision ahead hazy.

"I can't hold it anymore, Brother Jing!"

Huang Rong felt a little desperate for the first time, even if she was in Xiangyang City with Guo Jing more than ten years ago, she had never panicked so much in the face of the Mongols' army of more than 100,000.

At that time, she still had Guo Jing by her side, and even if the husband and wife died, they would accompany each other.

But now she is alone, not only to face the powerful and terrifying demons, but also to face the almost endless Mongol army.

Huang Rong felt that she was a little dizzy, and her arms were so heavy that she couldn't lift the long sword in her hand, but she gritted her teeth and frantically squeezed all her physical strength.

"I can't go down, even for the sake of the baby in my belly."

Poof!

On the battlefield, there is always only you who lives and dies, and those Mongolian soldiers will never look at her as a woman and show mercy, but will kill her more fiercely.

Scimitar slashing, spear thrusting, and now more and more Mongols have rushed to the city walls.

Poof!

Huang Rong's left arm was directly slashed with a knife, and the skin and flesh were instantly opened, the white bones were exposed, and the blood instantly stained half of the arm red.

"Ah......h

The severe pain made her can't help but exclaim, but looking at the scimitar in front of her, she could only endure the pain and block it with her long sword again.

Bang dang! Bang dang!

The fierce sound of weapons colliding, like a blacksmith shop striking iron, in this cold and barbaric battlefield, any martial arts moves are superfluous, only power collides.

Huang Rong's arm was numb, and she was already exhausted, and the long sword fell to the ground in an instant.

Seeing the enemy's hideous face approaching, the cold blade was like lightning to kill head-on.

She squeezed all the power in her body, constantly retreating to the rear.

But is there still a rear?

When Huang Rong's body hit the city wall behind her, she suddenly felt the breath of death.

There is no way back for them!

"Kill!"

More and more Mongol soldiers rushed to the city walls, and their slogans after their deaths, their faces were hideous and fierce, and when they saw the enemy, they killed.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Sen Leng's edge pierced through one flesh and blood body after another, and neither fear nor anger could prevent the fiasco.

A tidal wave of enemies wielded swords and slain defender after defender, leaving their bodies lying to the ground.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer Han Chinese still standing on the city walls, and the Mongol army began to completely break through the city defenses.

Huang Rong was exhausted, she had more than one knife wound on her body, due to excessive blood loss, her eyes were black, and if she hadn't been strong, she would have fallen to the ground.

But at this time, she lost her blade, and she could only look at the enemy's blade in despair and stab it towards her body.

"Brother Jing, Rong'er can't hold on!"

"I'm sorry I didn't protect our children!"

She rested her blood-stained arm on her lower abdomen, her vision blurring more and more, and it seemed to be tears.

She doesn't know how long it had been since she had shed a tear!

Bang dang!

At that moment, a long knife slashed from diagonally behind, instantly knocking two enemies to the ground.

Lu Wushuang had a knife in his hand, even his hair was completely scattered, his body and face were full of blood, and the whole person looked extremely miserable.

She had never experienced such a brutal fight, and at first she couldn't even bear to be ruthless to the enemy, but the result was that her companion died faster.

Huang Rong seemed to see the shadow of her youth in Lu Wushuang, so she took some love for her, and drew her sword many times to help her rescue her from danger.

Such a cruel war, no one can think about it at all, Lu Wushuang was unbearable at the beginning, and then he became more and more decisive and ruthless, and even began to become numb in the end.

Her martial arts are naturally much worse than Huang Rong's, but it is precisely because of this that Huang Rong has attracted more enemies to besiege her.

Lu Wushuang had just killed one of his enemies when he saw Huang Rong in a desperate situation and hurriedly came to the rescue.

In the chaos, he didn't care about what knife moves he used, and he raised his hand with two swords that were as fast as lightning, directly slashing the enemy in front of him, and then rushed into the encirclement, protecting Huang Rong behind him.

"Miss Lu, run away!" Huang Rong's voice was hoarse and bitter, "I'm seriously injured and can't live anymore, if you continue to stay here, you will only die with me." ”

"Where can you flee even if you run away?" Lu Wushuang turned his back to her, the long knife in his hand clattered and raised the enemy's spear, and then kicked the enemy in front of him away.

"Now that there are enemies on all sides, where can I flee?"

"Even if you want to die, you have to find someone you know!"

As she spoke, a smile appeared on her bloodstained face, but there was no fear.

Even Huang Rong was slightly stunned, and her eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, and then she laughed and said, "I didn't expect to be able to meet a friend like you before I died." ”

"It's okay, even if it's death, let's walk together on Huangquan Road, so we won't be alone!"

Poof!

Lu Wushuang didn't have time to answer her words, and a cold spear pierced her shoulder.

The Mongol soldiers on the opposite side roared like hungry wolves, and with their two hands tightly grasping their spears, they continued to rush forward, trying to stab the enemy in front of them alive with the blades in their hands, causing a large hole in her body to be completely pierced.

Rumble!

The tip of the cold spear pierced through his body and pierced directly into the city wall behind him.

Lu Wushuang felt that all her strength was draining, but she used the last bit of strength to throw out the long knife in her hand fiercely.

Poof, stabbed into the enemy's throat!

Fierce, bloody, ruthless, in this battlefield of life and death, there are the most primitive fights everywhere.

"Brother Miss, I can't hold it anymore, if there is an afterlife, I don't want to be your sister anymore!"

Lu Wushuang's last thought when he was dying thought of his childhood sweetheart Lu Nianchou.

They are two little guesses, since childhood, that teenager has always spoiled himself, no matter what happens, he will always be by his side.

It wasn't until later that he apprenticed and left, and even became the husband of Sister Jingshu.

When he was a child, Lu Wushuang didn't know what a husband was, and even shouted that he wanted to marry his brother Nianchou.

But when she grew up, she realized that as cousins, they could only be brothers and sisters in this life and this life.

Such a result is indescribably bitter, and there is even a touch of suddenness after knowing it!

Lu Wushuang didn't know what he was thinking at that time, he just felt empty and indescribably irritable.

She doesn't like to stay at home anymore, and wants to go to the rivers and lakes, so that one day she may be able to fight side by side with her brother Nianchou.

But it wasn't until that time that Lu Nianchou returned to Jiaxing with Cheng Ying that Lu Wushuang inadvertently saw the two of them together, and the whole person was like a thunderbolt from the sky.

I know that I shouldn't have any thoughts, but I have an indescribable sadness......

Later, when he saw Wen Yunting, on that person's body, he saw a trace of Lu Nianchou's shadow, and rushed into it like this.

"Maybe that's fate......"

Lu Wushuang slowly closed his eyes, "I only hope that Brother Nian Chou can be safe and sound and be able to fight his way out of the encirclement." ”

Thinking like this, even the pain on his body seemed to be far away, and the consciousness of the whole person was completely blurred.

……

When there was a fierce collision on the city wall, Lu Nianchou, Guo Jing and others had already reached a critical moment in the siege of Xiaomeng.

Whether it is fighting experience, martial arts background, or city strategy, Meng Chixing is the top in the world, even if he is seriously injured, he is like a beast trapped in a cage, but even more crazy and ferocious.

His attack was extremely fierce, except for Lu Nianchou, as long as the others were rubbed, they would suffer extremely terrible injuries, and the injuries were light.

In just a quarter of an hour of fighting, Hong Qigong and Guo Jing were both seriously injured.

"If we continue like this, we will all die, and it will be impossible to subdue this demon."

Master Yideng broke an arm, the wound was bleeding constantly, and by this time, his face was as white as paper, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

He pronounced a Buddha name, "I won't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will always be called Hanako, and the rest will be left to you." ”

This sentence was not clear, and the others didn't understand what it meant at all, but Hong Qigong's face changed in an instant, and he roared loudly, "Don't!" ”

But it's too late!

Master Yideng knew that if he continued to drag on, he would only be killed by Meng Chixing, and he watched the enemy attack him again.

This time, instead of using a Yang Finger attack, he let the enemy get closer.

Seeing Meng Chixing's long legs like an iron whip smashing towards his head, the power contained in it could almost open mountains and crack rocks, if he was hit, he would inevitably die and not die again.

Master Yiden lowered his eyes slightly, as if he had completely given up resisting.

Until the enemy's long legs fell, a lion's roar like thunder suddenly erupted from his mouth, and the only remaining arm was grabbed like lightning, but it was not to block, but leaned forward, locking the enemy's other leg.

"Kill him!"

These were the last words spoken by the Master of One Light.

The next moment, his skull exploded directly, and white brains were mixed with blood and bone stubble.

It's just that the headless corpse still locks the enemy's legs with its only remaining arms.

"Look for death!"

Meng Chixing roared angrily and kicked it fiercely, trying to kick the corpse of the Master of One Light away.

But the palm of the hand was like an iron nail embedded in the flesh and even bones, even if half of the body was kicked and cracked, the palm did not let go.

"Ah...... I want you dead! ”

Hong Qigong watched his old friend die tragically in front of him, his whole eyes were split, and he was extremely crazy to urge, and all the internal forces played a dragon battle in the wild.

At this time, he could no longer see the slightest bit of old age, and his face was even a little ruddy, as if he had returned to the prime of life, wandering the world and shocking the world.

"My name is Hanako, how can I be a greedy person who is afraid of death!"

"Jing'er, you are optimistic, I will guide you for the last time."

Hong Qigong shouted with a crazy laugh while playing the moves in his hand: "You already understand the essence of the martial arts of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, but you are still a little short of the spiritual and spiritual realm of this martial art. ”

"I'll show you today!"

"When facing an invincible strong enemy, when facing the desperate road of ten deaths, the mystery of the eighteen palms of the dragon is to fight to the death and die with the enemy!"

"No, Master!" Guo Jing didn't understand what he heard when he heard this, so he hurriedly followed desperately, so where was it too late.

Hong Qigong was like an angry dragon, using his body as a weapon, his two palms were like dragon claws, ignoring the enemy's attack at all, and desperately pressed towards the enemy.

"The dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is yellow!" (End of chapter)