The bell in the sky above Beiliang City is constantly ringing, how many years has it not sounded?

Decade?

Or twenty years?

The sound of the bell was very dull, and even the heavy rain could not stop the low and quaint sound.

The earth-shattering shouts of killing are also near,

"Kill the anti-thief father and son!"

Even the ears could vaguely feel the excitement and mania in the words.

"Did you finally do it?"

Getting up from the chaise longue, the stunning sword was already in his hand,

The sound of the war horses outside the Hou Mansion came, worthy of a hundred battles, at the moment when the bell rang, everyone was neatly armored and picked up the iron halberd, and hundreds of horsemen had gathered on the official road in all directions.

"Senior Qiu, please!"

Xu Xian bowed to Qiu Qianzhang very seriously, Qingxia dragged a second-grade alone in the first battle, although he was seriously injured by the old monk, but the elite of the thousands of governors had died and did not reveal the news, so the old man Qiu was still the peerless master who didn't know the depths.

"Well said, well said. ”

"Last time, I scared the old monk away before I made a move, and tonight I also let the monk of the three precepts see the strength of the old man. Sitting in a wheelchair, the old man Qiu smiled.

"Brother Ye and Brother Simon won't make a move tonight. ”

Xu Xian turned around and looked at the two people who had already drawn their swords out of the sheath and arched their hands, the injuries had not yet healed, and the people who had returned to Liangzhou for more than 1,800 miles had reached the extreme, if they were forcibly attacked, they were afraid that they would really die of exhaustion.

"Let's go, follow me to meet the thieves in Liangzhou. ”

Xu Xian strode out of the Hou Mansion, followed by Yan Shisan, who was dressed in black, and Guihai, who was in a navy blue robe, followed closely behind.

Outside the city,

The monk of Sanjie stood in the torrential rain, and when the raindrops fell, he strangely avoided the figure of the person, and his robe was not stained.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is here again. ”

The monk of the three precepts folded his hands and chanted softly.

Then he took a step and fell on the tower,

Looking down into the city, his gaze swept quickly, as if he was looking for someone, and he didn't look at the ordinary sergeants.

The Battle of Qingxia,

That Qiu seniors really left too deep an impression on themselves, and they had already planned in their hearts for this trip, no matter what else, as long as they restrained that senior, it would be a great achievement.

After a few moments,

The Sanjie monk's eyes stopped on a tall building like a torch,

That is the tallest building in Liangzhou City, Tingyuxuan,

Looking into the distance, an old man wearing a Taoist robe was sitting on a strange wooden chair on the top floor of Tingyu Xuan, and a feather fan was shaking gently from nowhere.

Outside the building is a black oppressive canopy, and downstairs is a deafening shouting of killing.

The sound of rain is accompanied, and the sound of killing is harmonious, making it more and more calm and calm.

When the gaze falls on the man,

The man looked in the same direction,

But there was no self in the man's sight, only this vast world.

Sanjie and his upper body flickered, appeared above the bell tower, and when he looked down, he saw the dozens of corpses, frowned, quickly calmed down, and sat cross-legged above.

Eyes closed,

The aura around his body has locked Qiu Qianzhang on Tingyu Xuan in the distance, and when he wants to continue to explore, it is like a stone sinking into the sea that can't set off half a wave, and it is still as mysterious as ever, and the eight winds do not move.

"That's it, today's poor monks are more patient than their predecessors. ”

The monk of the three precepts sighed, his breath calmed down, and he remained motionless like a mountain.

......

At the same time, the Liangzhou camp,

Tens of thousands of iron horsemen have already turned over and mounted their horses, and the iron armor is ringing.

Xu Wu looked at the scale on the copper kettle and sighed, I hope I can hold on, my own child is a bit risky but it is indeed a way to do it once and for all.

Bai Qingfeng looked up at the direction of Beiliang City, and his heart was also a little uneasy, he just got the news from Hou Ye's mouth, more than 10,000 private soldiers, 1,800 shocking crossbows, which were also mixed with several third-grade masters plus the second-grade old monks of Lingyin Temple, which was really dangerous.

"This kid on donkey day is really daring!"

Bai Qingfeng subconsciously scolded.

"Qingfeng!"

Xu Wu's face sank slightly when he heard this, Bai Qingfeng was silent, almost forgetting that his father was still beside him.

"Pass my order, the army will open Beiliang City and kill the internal thieves!"

Xu Wu put on his armor and got on his horse, the iron halberd in his hand flashed with a cold light, and hundreds of orders were interspersed on both sides of the army, and the order was passed on quickly.

"Master Hou has an order, the army will open Beiliang City and kill the internal thieves!"

"Master Hou has an order, the army will open Beiliang City and kill the internal thieves!"

"Master Hou has an order, the army will open Beiliang City and kill the internal thieves!"

Zhenbei Hou is the god residence in their hearts, since the surrounding small countries were slaughtered, the barbarians were scared, the Beiliang army has not killed people for a long time, and the knives are about to rust, and now their god mansion is going to take them to kill, how not to make people excited.

In the rain, the Beiliang Iron Rider roared and roared as much as possible, and the murderous aura seemed to be condensed into a real thing, and the raindrops falling in mid-air were all shaken and splashed messily, and the iron halberd was raised high, as if to pierce the heavenly dome.

Tens of thousands of light horsemen poured into the city like a torrent, and the sound of horses' hooves resounded in the vast land of Liangzhou, covering the thunder in the sky.

......

"After tonight, Liangzhou is in the gate valve!"

Xu Xian was shocked that the sword was out of the sheath, and the cold sword light circulated on the sword body, and the iron halberds in the hundreds of iron riders behind him had been raised to his chest, and the remaining two thousand or so Bei Liang were ready for street fighting.

After all, among the thieves, there are still more than 1,800 shocking crossbows at the bottom of the box that have not been taken out, and it is a stupid choice to stick to the Hou Mansion.

On the long street of Yong'an,

Someone had already come out of the way, flipped his wrist and lowered the horizontal knife in his hand, and ran straight towards the long street.

"Kill!"

The war horse gasped for breath, and its hooves were restless.

The horse's hooves stepped in the stagnant water, splashing countless waters,

The atmosphere was inexplicably a little depressing, and the murderous aura condensed into substance.

The iron cavalry is approaching, and Yongle Street is more than 300 zhang long, giving the cavalry enough impact power, although it is not a heavy-armored iron cavalry, it can easily kill the rebels with the impact of the war horse.

The iron rider swept like a comb at the end of the long street,

The crowd of black pressure has sparsed a lot,

The long street is full of corpses,

After a round of washing, the more than three hundred riders behind Xu Xian were less than two hundred,

Turning the horse's head, another round of scouring,

There were less than 100 horses behind him, and there were very few people standing on the long street as far as his eyes could see, and he felt a little chill when he looked at the bloody halberd.

"Kill, kill the thief father and son!"

At the turn of the street, the earth-shattering shouts of killing came, looking down from the sky like a spider web, and the Hou Mansion was in the middle of the spider web.

Looking at the dark light flashing in the crowd of people who followed one after another, Xu Xian inexplicably had a palpitation, it was a shocking crossbow, if the cavalry rushed into battle at this moment, it was just to send it to death, but the power of the shocking crossbow had been experienced many times, turned over and dismounted, and the remaining more than 2,000 Liangzhou sergeants had already held the horizontal knives in their hands and disappeared into the alleys.

The blade is straight and narrow, small and long-handled,

It is very suitable for short-handed street battles, and the threat of the terrifying crossbow can be minimized by hiding in the crowd.

At the end of the long street, an old man wearing a hat stared at Xu Xian with a torch-like gaze, his face gloomy and his hands clenched, and two third-grade masters guarding him. The eyes collided, and Xu Xian also found Lu Mingzhong hidden in the crowd, the sword had no eyes, this old guy was really not afraid of death.

The crowd poured up like a tide to fight together, but the blood of half a cup of tea stained the long street red, and the rain mixed with blood and water accumulated under the feet was a little sticky, even if you raised your feet, you could feel the stickiness.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Lu Mingzhong looked at the people on Yongle Street who were in a fight, his eyes were cold, he didn't care about anything else, and his thin palm pressed down.

"Crossbow Strings Clanging ......"

Thousands of sharp arrows shoot straight out, and even a downpour of rain can't weaken the potential energy in the slightest.