The stout man threw out the jar and did not continue north, but ran around the outer city in the direction of the west gate.

He knew the tactics of those cavalry, so he had to be faster than them, and his advantage was that the cavalry was still in a panic, and it would take a certain amount of time to communicate before they reacted.

And what he can take advantage of is that during this time, one person can take care of the three city gates, even he will be powerless, and he can't help but laugh while running: "Wouldn't it be a little unlucky if you missed the appointment with a dying person?"

I wanted to raise my hand to wipe the sweat oozing from my forehead, but I found that there was only rain on my forehead, and muttered softly: "Grandma, I really shouldn't have promised that stinky boy just now." ”

The speed under his feet was fast, but when he arrived at the West Gate, he found that the West City Gate was closed, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

He knew that the thin gate of Sifang City was the same whether it was closed or not, and it couldn't stop the collision of those cavalry at all, so he couldn't help but angrily shouted at that door: "Who the hell closed the door?"

He didn't want to use the city gate wide open to arrange the so-called scheme to lure something, but after throwing the only remaining wine jar in his hand, he needed to rush to the east city as soon as possible.

From the west city to the east city, the nearest distance is the street in the city, and how can I go when the doors are closed?

It's too late to take a detour from outside the city.

Seeing that no one responded, the man didn't bother to speak, ran out of the city for a distance, made sure that he could already see those makeshift white tents, and threw another wine jar towards one at random, without hesitation, and immediately ran back to the west gate.

Looking at the door that was still closed, his face was extremely gloomy, and he must not waste time here.

Raised his fist and threw a punch at the gate in front of him.

Since the gate was of little use to those cavalrymen, it didn't matter if it existed or not, what mattered was that it didn't stop him.

Cavalrymen in armor and spears and straddled war horses, even if only one entered the city, was a great threat to the unarmed inhabitants of the city.

And what he needed to do was not to put one in the city, so he didn't hesitate to punch it.

It was just this punch that made him deeply doubt his title as the number one martial arts powerhouse of the Dachang Dynasty for the first time.

The thin gate was not blown away as he expected, but stood still like a mountain. Compared with the mountain in front of him, the middle-aged man felt a little small for the first time.

Although the punch was well controlled, it was indeed his fist, and he didn't want to believe that his fist couldn't open the gates of this small city. And compared to his personal belief or disbelief, the most important thing is that he must rush to Dongcheng immediately.

The waist sinks, the legs exert strength, and it is another heavy punch!

The fist wind is magnificent, and it is even more powerful than the autumn wind mixed with rain.

But to the man's surprise, or to his lack of surprise, his punch seemed to hit the sea, and just a ripple was splashed by the surrounding sea water to fill the vacancy he had made, so endless.

The surprise was that this punch couldn't shake the wooden door like the first punch, and what was not surprising was that this punch really didn't blast open the wooden door.

The two emotions of surprise and not surprise were completely conflicting, because through these two punches, he seemed to have guessed who the person in the city was, or he had already guessed something when the first punch was out.

To be able to do this, there is only a strong person in the realm of heaven and man, and there is only one person in this world who can reach the realm of heaven and man for hundreds of years, and it is the one who has been missing for eighteen years.

After this punch was punched, the rain that poured on his body seemed to have been completely dried up along the way, and a human-shaped watermark quickly appeared on the wooden door, and the water stains slowly seeped downward. Through this punch, some water stains had even seeped inward through the wooden door.

Water stains can get in, but your fists can't!

Taunt!

Although Lin Pinggui also felt that this was a mockery, but since his fist could not be broken, it was naturally impossible for those cavalry to rush in, and he was relieved, thinking that the gate should be closed when he came to Dongcheng, the man suddenly felt that he had nothing to do?

So he returned to the position of the North City Gate, and he even felt that the North City itself did not need to continue to defend it. In front of that kind of Divine Journey Realm powerhouse who came and went for thousands of miles, the number of warriors and the speed of the war horses would not play any role at all, unless you could be faster than him, but this was absolutely impossible.

This is also the main reason why when He was in the Spirit Academy for three years, all countries always had to respect the Dachang Dynasty. In the years when He San's disappearance, no one ever thought of looking for him, and let him go not because he didn't want to find him, but because he was helpless.

Just like at this time, even if he thought that He Sannian was in this city, he didn't think to go in and look for it. The reason is very simple, if he doesn't want to see it, it's useless to look for it, if he wants to see him, he will appear in front of him the next moment, and there is no need to look for it thanklessly.

The middle-aged man was even thinking about whether Emperor Zulong also had the intention of testing whether He Sansan's life was still alive when he was on the tour, but the emperor seemed to think highly of himself...

A long time ago, everyone, including this middle-aged man, thought that the powerhouses of the Fugue Realm were only strong at speeds that could almost ignore distance, and he even felt that even the powerhouses of the Fugue Realm could not easily break through their defenses with speed alone.

That's not to say he's too arrogant. A powerful person is usually considered arrogant when thinking about something very simple, but he does have the strength to give birth to this idea.

But it wasn't until now that he realized how naïve he was before, if the powerhouse of the Divine Journey Realm really only had speed, the soul of the person he had already beaten with his two punches was scattered, and it was absolutely impossible for him to sink into the sea without leaving any traces.

Of the four city gates, only the soldiers' tents in the east of the city were not attacked, and the accident first originated in the north of the city, so after they reacted, they sent three cavalry to deliver the message in the other three directions.

The cavalry in the east of the city had already been assembled, but the spears that did not want to be polished were still extremely sharp, shining in the thunder and lightning, and the officers who led the team waved the spears in their hands, easily cutting off the falling water droplets, and rushed towards the city gate with their legs between their horses.

When he came to the city gate, he couldn't bear to look at the closed gate, closed his eyes heavily, and then opened them suddenly, lifted his spear and stabbed it into the wooden door.

The red tassels at the tip of the spear spread violently, dancing wildly in the wind and rain like a battle flag of the march!

At the moment of contact, the barrel of the gun began to bend and deform rapidly with a very exaggerated amplitude, like a full moon and a bow!

This shot seems to be majestic and domineering, but it seems... It didn't work.

The leader blinked his rain-soaked eyes, looked at his right hand, which was trembling from the tremors, and frowned slightly.

The bent state of the spear was quickly returned to normal, and the officer made a gesture to attack the city together.

For this kind of small city, there was no need to carry siege equipment at all, and they didn't know why the higher authorities still refused to give the order to attack, and they didn't know that this city was guarded by two characters who were willing to call them monsters even if they were the Imperial Spirit Division.

It's just that Bi Siqian seems to have escaped faster, and since Yang Hejiu has already chosen to do it to himself, he doesn't think that the identity of Lord Si Zheng of the Imperial Spirit Division will cause any constraints on him. For him, only by returning to the capital can he be safe, and in front of the great cultivators of the Upper Three Realms, what royal life and what heavy responsibility are far less important than his own small life.

The team, which numbered more than 100 people, did not choose to rush up to cause crowding at the city gate, but chose to rush into the wooden gate in an orderly manner. As soon as the first team is changed, the next team fills the void, and so on.

But until the horses ran out of breath, the four iron hooves could no longer be lifted from the muddy ground, and the spears shining with cold light in the hands of the warriors had even been worn bald, and the tiger's mouth was even more shocked, and when they couldn't hold the spear in their hands, the wooden door that looked fragile was always standing still, making them wonder if it was a mountain in front of them.

It was getting dark, but the rain did not show signs of stopping, and the rain slowly flowed inward through the gap under the wooden door, which was also a mockery for the battle-hardened warriors outside the door, and even more contemptuous for those seemingly strong war horses.

If you let them know, in front of the same wooden door at the west gate. When Lin Pinggui, the number one powerhouse in the martial arts of this dynasty, slammed two punches and couldn't even shake the seemingly fragile wooden door in the slightest, they might no longer think that this was a mockery, but would feel that they were overpowering.

It is not easy for a grasshopper to shake a tree, they are not weak grasshoppers, but the current wooden door is not just a big tree.

There are four city gates, the east and west gates are closed, and only the north and south gates are wide open.

The cavalry in the east and west had slowly come to their senses, although they didn't know what was in the city, but their years of combat experience had taught them that they should not be too persistent when the siege battle could not be captured for a long time, so they began to slowly gather towards the other two city gates.

As they gathered, they carefully observed their surroundings, their armor was heavy, and their clothes were wet from the rain.

But the action was not too heavy, and the morale was not hit to the point of collapse.

Lin Pinggui stood quietly at the passage of the North City Gate, staring at the cavalry who were carefully observing and testing forward, and nodded with a little satisfaction, it seemed that the quality of the cavalry of this dynasty was not bad.

Lin Pinggui knew that the reason why they couldn't capture this small city was not because their strength was weak, but because the garrison in the city was too strong now.

Before the person in the capital gave the order to slaughter the city, no one could have imagined that a small city that originally looked fragile would become the most impregnable existence in the entire Dachang Dynasty.

It is not because of Lin Pinggui that he can become such an existence, nor because of Yang Hejiu, who has left Nancheng, but because he thinks that there is now a powerhouse in the Heavenly and Human Realm in the city.

What three years!