As the number of people supporting Dai Zampu increased, the Praetorian Guards around Li Lizun gradually couldn't resist, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, snatched a long knife from the guard beside him, and slashed it away and wanted to rush out, but there were Hehuang iron horsemen besieging him on all sides, and it was not easy to get out of trouble.

Even rushed a few times to no avail, and it looked like it couldn't be supported. Suddenly, a figure flashed in the air, and someone spoke to him with the skill of transmitting the sound into the secret: "Don't be afraid, Master is here." ”

Li Lizun followed the voice and looked over, and first saw a man in black, who was the senior brother Yin Wuyang.

Next to Yin and Yang is an old monk who describes withering.

The old monk was dressed in a dark yellow robe, half naked, carrying a short bow, and his skin was tightly wrapped around the bones, like the skeleton of a living person. The wrinkles on his face were layered on top of each other, and he looked at least eighty years old.

Li Lizun said: "Master, please forgive the disciple for not being able to dismount and pay a visit, wait until I have dealt with these rebels first." ”

The old monk nodded, turned around and whispered a few words to Yin Wuyang, and Yin Wuyang arched his hand and said, "Disciple, let's do it." ”

He flickered, passing by the corpses of some soldiers who had died in battle, and he didn't know what he had done, but it didn't take long for these soldiers to come to life, and they struggled to stand up one by one, but their eyes were empty, their faces were expressionless, and the fire reflected in the night, as if the dead corpses were resurrected.

Yin and Yang were extremely fast, and in a moment they passed by all the corpses killed in battle, and almost all the corpses present staggered to their feet.

He stood still from a distance, shouted, and pushed his hands forward, and a yin wind blew out. All the corpses suddenly turned around and rushed towards Assar's cavalry. Those who were close grabbed the horsemen's legs and dragged them off their horses, and then surrounded them and gnawed them.

The soldiers who were dragged off their horses were so frightened that they screamed in unison. How could they have seen such a formation, how could a person who was obviously dead suddenly become a powerful ghost bite?

"Torma (terrible ghost), it's Torma who has a soul......"

Many soldiers were so frightened that they forgot that this was a life-and-death battle, and watched in horror as the corpses staggered and rushed over and retreated.

Asal was also taken aback, but he was experienced in facing the enemy, and he was not flustered when encountering trouble, and raised the halberd in his hand: "Don't panic, everyone, quickly move closer to me and line up...... Array!"

Thousands of Hehuang Iron Riders gradually stabilized their positions and lined up.

"No matter what lies ahead, rush to the past, and everyone who stands in my way will be shattered!"

The cavalry followed Asal and shouted, "Those who stand in my way are all in order!" The cavalrymen in the front row held their spears in both hands and aimed them at the corpses that rushed up. The crossbowmen in the back row bent their bows and arrows, and a rain of arrows was fired.

However, everyone never expected that these dead corpses were not only unconscious after being hit by the arrow, but also all of them were agile, and without waiting for the spear to be pierced, they suddenly jumped up and threw themselves on the horse, hugging the living and gnawing and tearing.

Some people were bitten in the throat and killed instantly, while others were pulled off their horses, and four or five dead bodies pounced on them at the same time and bit them to the ground, and they lost their lives in a matter of moments.

The first round of impact was quickly dispersed, and Asal retreated, drawing halberds in one fell swoop, organizing a second round of attack, and so on several times, his cavalry became fewer and fewer, but there were more and more corpses that came back to life after death.

Ashinawei was surprised: "What kind of demon method is this? The dead will then turn into powerful ghosts and attack the living, if this continues, won't the entire camp in the west of the city become a ghost camp?"

The situation reversed, Li Lizun got the help of his master and senior brother, and he laughed out loud immediately after watching the dead bodies all over the ground come back to their souls and bite the living.

"Senior brother's power of yin and yang is really powerful...... Isn't it true that you have the blessing of the gods? Let me see what other means you have!"

Jueru was originally protected by his entourage in the middle, and when he saw Yin Wuyang biting the corpse, he was very anxious, and when he heard Li Lizun shouting triumphantly, he didn't care about dissuasion, and separated everyone and walked to the front of the formation.

"Demon monk, you have killed so many compatriots and brothers, everyone is dead, and you don't let them die in peace, you are so vicious, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?"

"Damnation?hahaha...... Ask God, who is the ruler of Hehuang? Who has been busy unifying the tribes all these years? Do you think that wearing a tattered monk's robe can unify Tibet? What does the hegemony of the king rely on? It is strategy, fists, swords, bows and crossbows. I've worked hard to dominate Tibet, and it's too late for God to treat me well, hahahaha......"

Jueru was about to sneer at each other, when suddenly a dead corpse pounced, his face was covered with blood, his eyes were rolled up, and his mouth let out a "harsh" cry. Looking at the costume, it was a sergeant in Li Lizun's Praetorian Guard who had just been killed.

Several followers rushed up and were about to repel the dead body, but Jueru opened his hands to stop him, and when the dead body pounced in front of him, he put his two hands on the shoulders of the dead corpse and began to chant silently in his mouth.

Strange to say, the corpse suddenly fell silent, and then collapsed to the ground with a smile on its face.

Then several more dead bodies pounced, Jueru once again held each other's shoulders with both hands, and silently chanted in his mouth, and the dead bodies fell to the ground one by one, looking peaceful, and no longer got up to attack the living.

"Ode to Requiem, it's an ode to Requiem!"

Ashina Wei saw that Jue Ru had words, and the dead body that rushed over fell to the ground instantly, and suddenly remembered that on the bank of the Huangshui River, he had also prayed silently for Michuan Bawu, who died in battle, and knew that this was a requiem, and it was only passed on by word of mouth among Zampu.

"Don't be afraid, Jueru Zampu is silently reciting the requiem and exceeding the dead. ”

At this time, more and more dead bodies pounced on him, and Jue Ru simply sat down on his knees, folded his hands, and recited "Ode to Requiem" aloud. Gradually, the corpses in the vicinity fell to the ground one after another, and after a while, the corpses in the distance also stopped attacking, and their bodies went limp, and they fell to the ground.

The Hehuang Iron Cavalry let out bursts of cheers, and under the command of Assal, surrounded Li Lizun and the others layer by layer.

Just when everyone thought that Jueru's "Ode to Requiem" had broken the evil method of controlling the corpse without yang, a short arrow pierced the sky in the dark night and shot straight at Jueru's heart.

Ashinawei's eyes were quick to bend his bow and arrows, and the thunder arrows came out of the string, heading straight for the short arrows. But the speed of the short arrow was too fast, and the thunder arrow only passed by the tail of the opponent's arrow.

But at least let the short arrow miss its head.

With a "poof", a short arrow shot into Jueru's left shoulder, and the arrow came out of her back.

Jue Ru snorted and fell to the ground.

Asal was shocked and said, "Beji Dorje?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the arrow, and saw that the old monk who had just appeared was tremblingly carrying a short bow to his back, and the wrinkles on his face were full of treacherous smiles.

The old monk patiently and meticulously carried the short bow, adjusted it to a very comfortable position, and dusted off the monk's robe, and then slowly walked to the middle of the battlefield, and folded his hands: "Amitabha, Beji Dorje is my master, and the poor monk is Wuma Liangcuo." ”

Asal said in a trembling voice, "You...... Are you a tantric descendant of the Beji Dorje branch?"

"Good, good, there are still people in this world who remember the master of the poor monk, it seems that the teacher's arrow was not shot in vain. ”

Ashnawi remembered what Asal said about the Tantric monk Beji Dorje who shot and killed Dharmazomph with an arrow outside the Jokhang Temple, which eventually led to the fragmentation of Tibet, and his methods were vicious and vicious. At this moment, his heir is another arrow that hits Jueru Zampu, could it be that history is always strikingly similar?

Looking at Jueru again, his face was like gold paper, his eyes were closed, and his forehead was full of cold sweat, as if he had been poisoned by something.

"Demon monk, what despicable means have you used? Get the antidote!"

"Good, good, this short arrow is soaked with the devil's eye, and it breaks through the monk's clothes. He has a maximum of seven days to live, and unless he finds Danba grass, he will be scattered once the seven days have passed. ”

Asal said in a trembling voice, "You mean the damba grass by the Devil's Eye Spring?"

"Hehe, exactly, this place is thousands of miles away from the Gasi grassland, even if you rush there, you may not be able to find the Danba grass, hahaha......"

Asal couldn't bear it any longer, picked up Fang Tian's halberd, shouted, and rushed over.

Wu Ma Liangcuo restrained his smile and rushed straight towards Assal, seeing that a man and a horse were about to collide, his thin and small body shrank suddenly, hid under Assal's war horse, and slapped his palm on the horse's belly. The horse screamed, staggered unsteadily, and stumbled forward as if drunk.

Asal hurriedly threw the stirrup out of the saddle, Fang Tianhua halberd on the ground to borrow a little, and a harrier rolled over and fell to the ground in mid-air. Looking at his war horse again, he lay on the ground and twitched again and again, and a large amount of blood foamed from his mouth.

This war horse was born and died with him, and after more than 100 battles, it was a rare horse, but he didn't expect to be slapped to death by Wu Ma Liangcuo. Tantric techniques are really treacherous and vicious.

Asal missed a move, Ashinawei rubbed his body with a single knife in his hand, and cut out more than ten knives horizontally and vertically in the blink of an eye, he hated this old monk for being ruthless, and the moves were all desperate moves, and the knife wind was faintly mixed with thunder.

"Oh? Central Plains Kung Fu, the little doll is good. ”

Wu Ma Liangcuo stood still, his eyes squinted, his feet nailed to the mud, his body dodging left and right like a tumbler, no matter how exquisite Ashinawei's knife technique was, he could always dodge.

There were a few times when I saw that the blade was about to be cut, but I just slashed against my scalp, and every dodge was just right, one more point was too much, and one point less would cost me my life.

After fighting for dozens of moves, repeated moves had already begun to appear in Ashinawei's knife technique, Wu Ma Liangcuo yawned, stretched his waist and said, "Be careful, I'm going to take your knife." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ashinawei's knife was already in his hand.

"Central Plains Kung Fu is nothing more than that, and I will do it with your sword technique. ”

Saying that, he danced a knife flower, and played one move at a time, and the knife technique was exactly the same as Ashinawei, but the speed was faster, the strength was stronger, and the strokes were more mellow and penetrating.

After more than a dozen moves, Ashinawei dodged left and right, and more than a dozen cuts were cut out of his body, and blood flowed. He was already familiar with this set of knife techniques, but for some reason it was extremely difficult to dodge, and he was always one step slower.

Wu Ma Liangcuo smirked, like a cat catching a mouse, and kept teasing his opponent.

After using a set of knife techniques, he pointed at Ashinawei's nose with a single knife, and said unsatisfied: "What other kung fu do you have in the Central Plains? Teach me again." ”

At this moment, Ashinawei's heart was almost like ashes.

"I also know some kung fu in the Central Plains, why don't you let me try it?"

No one noticed that a man in black had quietly arrived in the battlefield on a tall black horse, the horse's four hooves were snow-white, and the horse was extremely powerful.

Others don't know each other, Ashinawei saw this person, and his heart breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Shijiu arrived.