Chapter 235: A Tragic Confrontation

When Qi Chengcheng and Zhong Lingxi were approaching the Liangchengang camp, they met Yi Xifeng and others who were retreating together, and seeing their exhausted appearances, the beautiful girl naturally knew that she could fight so smoothly in the eastern camp before, and it was inseparable from the efforts of these companions.

"Brother Zhou, your hand!" Zhong Lingxi couldn't help but ask out loud as he looked at the young man with a pale face and the white cotton cloth wrapped around his left hand.

After all, the two belong to the most outstanding men and women engaged in the Zhuang Ding business, although before this martial arts competition, the two belonged to different teams, but they still know each other to some extent.

And the subsequent encounter also made this group of young people value each other more, in Zhong Lingxi's cognition, Zhou Di's strength is considered to be the top of the twelve masters of martial arts, even if it is an ordinary martial artist in the chivalrous realm, young people can also compete with one or two.

The halberd-wielding young man smiled bitterly and explained simply: "A little finger, nothing. ”

Qi Chengcheng also noticed that Yi Xifeng's group of people, except for the two girls Lu Huahua and Fifth Xiaoxiao, who were quite normal, the rest of the men were indeed extremely weak without exception.

"Why are all men so vain?" asked the young man curiously.

The white young man glared at the other party, ignoring the other party's ignorance.

"Where did Bodang and Lin Lei go?" Zhang Yanyan asked with a frown.

Zhong Lingxi shook his head and replied, "Don't ask us, they didn't follow us in the first place." As he spoke, he pointed straight at Zhou Di, Yi Xifeng and others.

After all, the few of them decided to divide their troops to attack at night, and as for Wang Bodang and Lin Lei, the beautiful girl didn't know.

Qi Chengcheng said worriedly: "They won't be killed, right?"

Li Xintian shook his head and denied: "No, Wang Bodang's field combat ability is very powerful, killing him in the jungle is difficult for even a warrior in the chivalrous realm to do." Coupled with a nimble head Lin Lei, the chances of them having an accident are extremely low. ”

Hearing the words of the masked girl, everyone was somewhat relieved, and at this point, the ten of them quickened their pace and withdrew towards Liangchen Gang.

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Ji Rentu looked at the soldiers who were advancing forward, and they were wearing black armor and shuttling through the forest path. Looking at the hourglass that the army carried, the bald man knew that it was just past the ugly time at this time, and it was the time when the night was dark and the wind was high to kill.

The two camps are not far from each other, even if they are separated by dense forests, it is only more than ten miles away, for ordinary soldiers, such a short distance can be reached with a cup of tea, but the black-armored soldiers walked very cautiously, and walked for half a stick of incense.

And the guards who had been squatting in various parts of Liangchen Gang to rush up were already in battle at this time. However, the tension is not visible from the outside. On the brightly lit camp wall, there was not a single strong man on patrol.

It's not that they're lazy, but because they're alert to the threat of the Demon Breaking Crossbow, in the middle of the night when their eyes are black, even if the camp wall is full of torches, it's hard to distinguish between the black-armored soldiers and those black crossbow arrows more than ten feet away.

Finally, the black armor soldier had come to a place thirty miles outside Liangchen Gang. The Teng snake stationed here on the corner tower looked at the black oppression outside the camp tent with a solemn face, and the dead silence gave people a sense of horror.

"General, there is no garrison on the camp wall, we can send someone to force the land!" Hu Qingzheng said in a deep voice.

As one of the only four horsemen to remain with the bald man at the moment, he knows what role he should play.

"You lead your people, I will give you another hundred, be sure to force the Liangchen Gang, before dawn, I want to see our people occupy this place!"

The Bijia man's eyes flashed, and he immediately bowed down to answer the order.

After all, he already had two hundred and fifty black-armored soldiers under him, plus the one hundred people that Ji Ren slaughtered him, this was enough to have three hundred and fifty black-armored soldiers, which was close to half of the total strength.

Look at this camp tent, it can accommodate a large camp of 300 people at most, although he didn't dare to pack a ticket for him to capture this place, but just to occupy the camp wall, Hu Qingzheng was still nine out of ten.

The dull beat of the drums shattered the last silence of the night, and the black-armored men rushed to the camp wall in unison, and the unguarded camp wall was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, thrown into the wolves.

In pairs, they set up a rattan ladder prepared in advance and set up a ladder directly on the wall. However, no one stationed in the camp did not mean that they had given up resistance, and the men in the hats who had been prepared in a row from the camp and the school yard raised their demon-breaking crossbows one after another and aimed them at the head of the camp wall.

"Shoot!" shouted in unison, and rows of demon-breaking crossbows shot accurately at the black-armored warriors who had just climbed the wall. Since the walls are full of torches at this time, for those who dare to take the lead, they will immediately arouse the call for crossbow arrows.

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Zhao Yunming looked at the group of people who came back, and when he listened to the report of Zhang Yanyan and the others, a smile appeared on his cold face.

The killing of more than 200 people was an unimaginable feat for these twelve guards in iron clothing!

"Go back to the camp and rest well, and leave the rest to us!" the tall and thin middle-aged man said softly.

Yi Xifeng raised his eyes to look at the familiar and unfamiliar middle-aged man, but he still resisted the urge to ask.

The group slowly withdrew from the tent, and only the young man with two knives remained in the big tent.

Zhao Yunming calmly looked at the young man in front of him, he didn't speak. And Zhao Long still pressed his hat very low.

"Isn't there anything you want to ask?" said the tall and thin middle-aged man indifferently.

"Why didn't you ask about the whereabouts of Wang Bodang and Lin Lei?" the young man asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Yunming raised his eyebrows and looked at his own grandson suspiciously.

"Is their lives so unimportant?" the Twin Blade Boy's voice was a little hoarse.

The middle-aged man showed a smile and said indifferently: "On the battlefield, human life is like a mustard!"

"Then why don't you go to the battlefield?" Zhao Long continued to say coldly.

"My life, judging from the current point of view, is indeed worth more than you little ghosts!" the tall and thin middle-aged man put away the smile on his face and replied indifferently.

The double-knife boy raised his head, and for the first time his eyes made contact with his grandfather, he could tell that Zhao Yunming was still a middle-aged man due to the internal strength exercises, but through his eyes, the young man could feel the old soul.

That's right, the internal strength exercise can absorb the true essence of heaven and earth to strengthen its own functions, and it can keep the body's various abilities in a peak state for a long time, and even some martial arts masters can maintain this peak state until the moment before they die.

Knowing that Shou Yuan was exhausted, he swallowed his last breath, and he couldn't suppress the strong internal strength and true qi around him. At this time, the bodies of these powers, which have lost their vitality, will mutate to a greater or lesser extent.

Buddhism such as Daming Temple, White Horse Temple, etc., after their martial arts masters pass away, the inner strength of the body will be condensed in the major points around the body, becoming "real Buddha relics", also called "relics".

Daomen such as the True Martial Arts Palace, Qixia Temple, etc., after their martial arts masters control the crane, the internal strength in the body will quickly return to the Shenhai and form the "True Yuan Dao Fruit", also known as the "Human Yuan Fruit".

And secular sects like Luo Yun Sect, Holy War Hall, Ten Thousand Beasts Holy Land, etc., the masters of these sects die a little, the true yuan in their bodies will run wild, and some unstable powerhouses, the corpses will quickly collapse, people call it "feathering".

As for the masters of the Demon Gate, such as the big demons or demons from the Divine Sect and the Demon Sect, due to their special exercises, they were born to plunder the true essence of heaven and earth, and once they fell, their physical bodies would immediately disintegrate, and these thick true elements of heaven and earth would immediately feed back to heaven and earth. Therefore, there is a metaphor of "one demon falls, and all things are born".

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Zhao Long understood a lot from the eyes of the tall and thin middle-aged man, so the two didn't talk again, and the young man turned around and withdrew from the camp.

Zhao Yunming watched the other party leave, and muttered: "Being able to see your companions is still a little love, but I don't understand what great love is." However, the white and pure boy who was younger than Long'er should have seen something, but since he didn't ask, it means that this son has his own ideas and ways. ”

Speaking of this, the tall and thin middle-aged man sighed slightly: "Li Yunbo, the second goods, can actually give birth to two rabbit cubs who are so powerful as Cheng Qian and Cheng Tao. Now the two of them have trained such an interesting person, not bad, not bad!"

But after thinking about it, he muttered again: "It can't be so cheap Lao Li's family, I think that female doll is not bad, why don't you go to Lao Li in two days to talk about family affairs?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Yunming remembered what his subordinates had reported to him before, and a wicked smile of disrespect suddenly appeared on the cold face of the tall and thin middle-aged man.

Want to rob my daughter-in-law from my old Zhao family?!

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Yi Xifeng didn't realize that he was so worried about that Zhao Da shopkeeper. Of course, if you let the white boy know that his duck sits on a girl, he is being pulled by a disrespectful guy who is trying to pull his grandson. Then the young man will definitely not lie in the camp tent like he is now, summing up the gains and losses of this night attack.

Listening to the constant shouting and killing sounds coming from outside, as well as the sharp sound of the Demon Breaking Crossbow, Yi Xifeng tried to calm himself down. Soon he was immersed in resuming his cultivation.

The white young man was tired after a series of battles, although he had experienced several rests before, but after all, the war outside was endless, and he couldn't really calm down and reflect.

After following Qingzhu to practice swords overnight last night, plus the actual use in the night attack tonight, Yi Xifeng has slowly fallen into the gap of his own exercises, as well as the development direction of kendo in the future.

His internal strength is still in the realm of potential, although through the "Dragon Four Elephant Bombardment" and "Qingying Morning Light Sword", the boy has touched the threshold of the Mangzhi Realm, but the improvement of his own realm, especially the triple realm before the chivalrous realm, is a real grinding effort.

However, Yi Xifeng is confident that if he is given a year, he will be able to enter the realm of Mang.

As for the development direction of his own kendo, Qingzhu's teachings last night made him suddenly enlightened. This also confirms what Li Chengqian said, what suits you is the best. At the same time, Qingzhu's cultivation experience also brought inspiration to the white pure boy, others can create their own swordsmanship according to their own perceptions, why can't I create my own?

This thought suddenly became uncontrollable. Counting the "Thousands of Miles of Rivers" and "Bafang Sword Curtain", these swordsmanship created by chance actually has a lot of things that can be integrated into the sword moves.

Just as Yi Xifeng gradually cleared his thoughts, time passed invisibly. I don't know how long it took, a crisp cracking sound woke up the young man who was immersed in cultivation.

"Click!"

Yi Xifeng suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the crossbow bolt that fell from the splint at the top of the tent.

The pitch-black bolt had apparently lost much penetration after penetrating the top splint of the tent, and was grabbed by his hand.

"Demon Breaker?" the boy frowned and muttered in a low voice.

Dealing with this thing a lot, you can naturally see it at a glance. But what really worried him was the battle situation outside at this time.

The camp where he was located was located in the innermost part of the entire Liangchengang camp, nearly thirty zhang away from the outer camp wall, to say the least. Therefore, it is difficult for the black-armored soldiers outside the camp of Liangchengang to shoot the Demon Breaking Crossbow Arrow into here.

In other words, if this place can be interfered with by the crossbow arrows of the Demon Breaking Crossbow, then the soldiers of Ji Rentu must have captured the outer camp wall at this time. As for whether or not the camp was attacked, it's really hard to say.

In order to prove the doubts in his heart, the white young man opened the tent and walked out.

At this time, it was almost dawn, and the eastern horizon was gradually brightening, and the scenery outside was not as clear as before.

"Huh!"

It's another demon-breaking crossbow, and this time Yi Xifeng didn't let the other party go easily.

With a wave of the pitch-black crossbow arrow in his hand, it immediately turned into a pitch-black afterimage and went straight to the camp wall. He knocked the bolt that flew at himself into the air, and then went straight for the attacker.

"Poof!"

With the sound of iron tools entering the flesh, Yi Xifeng saw a sturdy man fall from the camp wall, falling from the three-zhang high camp wall, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

It wasn't until this moment that the white young man saw the battle situation on this side clearly. Although he had only been cultivating in the camp for more than an hour, there were already many dead and wounded in the camp of Liangchengang at this time. Even if it is not yet on the verge of collapse, but from just now, the continuous shooting of demon-breaking crossbows on the camp wall is enough to show that the balance of victory is constantly tilting in favor of the enemy.

The camp wall of Liangchen Gang is not tall, it is only three zhang high. For ordinary people, it's okay to make a living, but for martial artists who know some kung fu, it's the same as nothing.

But in terms of battlefield tactics, this camp wall is of great significance. This strategic implication has a great impact on the long-range support of the troops.

Don't look at this insignificant three-zhang height, it can increase the range of a side by 20%!

Yi Xifeng found that there were companions waking up from cultivation in the camp tent around him one after another, although just one hour was not enough for many people to recover all their internal strength, but they also had the strength to fight.

The white young man looked at the fair-skinned girl on the side, she was still wearing a mask as always, but the other party also looked at her.

"How about you make some rice cakes for breakfast in a while?" asked the young man.

Li Xintian nodded vigorously and replied, "Then we have to hurry!" With that, the masked girl dodged and rushed towards the black-armored soldiers who broke into the camp!