Outside the east gate of Chang'an City, Wanyan Mingcheng led two hundred Jin Army soldiers to wait.

Not far away, more than three hundred Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers were approaching, black and oppressive, and their dark and deep eyes exuded an aura from hell, which made people shudder.

With two hundred flesh and blood against three hundred Qin Sharp Warriors and Nether Ghost Soldiers, everyone knew in their hearts what this meant. But at this time, there were only 500 defenders in Chang'an City. Wan Yan Mingcheng immediately made a decision and ordered 200 defenders to get siege equipment, and 100 defenders to prepare fire oil and torches. After that, he personally led two hundred defenders out of the city to intercept them.

An adjutant general knelt on one knee, clasped his hands into fists, and said in a deep voice: "Here is handed over to the last general, please return to the city and wait for good news!"

Wan Yan Mingcheng sneered: "Can you stop it?"

The deputy general hesitated slightly, and said: "They want to go over, unless they step on the corpse of the last general." ”

Wanyan Mingcheng sighed lightly and said slowly: "Behind us is Chang'an City, we must hold this place before reinforcements arrive." You can die in battle, and I can die in battle, but this place must not be lost. You also know in your heart that this city gate can't stop those Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers at all. Once they are allowed to enter Chang'an City, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

"But ......"

Wanyan Mingcheng interrupted the deputy general and said loudly: "There is nothing but." You remember for me, no matter what, you have to hold out until reinforcements arrive. ”

"The last general commands!"

Qin's sharp warriors and ghost soldiers were already approaching.

The lieutenant general said loudly: "The shield, spear and Pu knife cooperate with each other, stick to the help, and don't fight hard!"

"Command!"

At the same time, Wan Yan Mingcheng held a skewed back chopping knife and smashed into the enemy's army.

The two armies met, weapons collided, and the sound of gold and iron resonating was endless.

Wanyan Ming's body is like a swimming dragon, like a fierce tiger, with a broken back and a mountain knife to cut horizontally and vertically, faintly having the power to open mountains and crack stones, which is unstoppable. This is pure power, and this skewed back chopper is also extraordinary, even if the enemy's body is as hard as a rock, it cannot be stopped. Where the severe-backed chopping knife passed, black liquid splashed, limbs flew sideways, and they were invincible.

Seeing that the general was so brave, the morale of the Jin army was greatly boosted, and they took defense as an attack, and stubbornly blocked Qin Zhirui and the ghost soldiers outside Chang'an City.

By the moat, behind an old weeping willow, Hua Yuluo frowned slightly, and muttered to herself: "In this case, Wanyan Mingcheng still hides his strength, why is it? There are more than three hundred Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers here, relying only on pure strength, can they really kill them all?" She didn't understand, and she didn't want to risk her life, she just quietly observed the battle situation.

The battle continues.

Wanyan Mingcheng rushed back and forth in the enemy army, and no one could stop him. Qin Zhirui and Nether Ghost Soldiers were still rushing towards him like a tide, their dark and deep eyes without the slightest emotion, as if they were from the eighteenth layer of hell, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

Two hundred soldiers of the Jin Army built a wall with their bodies, and they were guarding Chang'an City with their lives.

In front of the gate of the Taiping Palace in the Shangqing Dynasty, the battle has ended.

Corpses were strewn all over the place, and black liquid and red blood soaked the land, revealing an inexplicable weirdness.

The two hundred Qin Zhirui soldiers and the Netherworld Ghost Soldiers have all been wiped out, and most of the disciples of the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty have also been killed or wounded, and this battle is extremely tragic.

Mu Qingfeng knelt on one knee, his face was pale, and his right hand holding the long sword trembled uncontrollably. The cyan sword had been dyed black.

The thirty-seven who survived were covered in blood. They came to Mu Qingfeng, knelt on one knee, held the sword in their backhand, clasped their fists with both hands, and said in a deep voice: "Zhangjiao, we have won, we have defended the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty." The voice was full of desolation and grief.

In this battle, the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty won a tragic victory.

A pyrrhic victory, after all, is also a victory.

Mu Qingfeng took a deep breath and muttered, "Go to the back mountain." ”

The faces of the disciples changed slightly, and they were silent. They are not afraid of death, but at this time, they are at the end of their crossbows, even if they go to the back mountain, what can they do?

Mu Qingfeng frowned slightly, and said again: "Go to the back mountain." "The voice is soft, but there is an undeniable majesty.

"Disciple obeys!"

In front of the cave behind the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty, Qin Zhirui and the Netherworld Ghost Soldiers had been killed and wounded, and a little smile finally appeared on their dignified and tired faces.

Yan Ruyu was still fighting hard, and her pale face was full of stubbornness. At this time, her physical and internal strength were almost exhausted, and she still did not fall, what an amazing willpower.

Shi Potian and Yu Jackie Chan are also at the end of their crossbows. The martial arts cultivation of these two people is far above Yan Ruyu, and their consumption is also the same.

Seeing that victory was in sight, Meng Fang did not relax in the slightest. He clenched his spear, his expression focused, ready to strike at any time.

Suddenly, a Qin Zhi Rui Shi and a Nether Ghost Soldier swung his sword and went straight to Yan Ruyu's vest, his body technique was extremely fast, and his speed was far above that of other Qin Zhi Rui Shi and Nether Ghost Soldiers, and it was also above Yan Ruyu in his heyday. Obviously, he is the one who is hidden in the Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldiers.

Yan Ruyu only felt a chill in her back, and suddenly turned around, and her heart suddenly became half cold. She knew in her heart that she couldn't block this sword at all......

At the same time, a figure was like an arrow from a string, faster than the man who controlled it.

The next moment, the rusty bronze sword came to an abrupt end, and the spear pierced the body of the man who controlled it. Meng Fang appeared in front of Yan Ruyu. His expression was sad, his face was as white as paper, and his right hand holding the gun trembled uncontrollably.

At some point, a long sword pierced Meng Fang's chest. The person holding the sword was a middle-aged Confucian with a humble expression and a smile on his face, it was none other than Chu Tian, the Heavenly Protector of the Heavenly Dao Sect. Everything was in his calculations, and the person who controlled it broke out, just to force Meng to let go, and the timing, position and angle of the shot were not bad at all.

Meng Fang looked at Chu Tian and said lightly: "Good calculation!"

Chu Tian sighed lightly and said slowly: "Liaoyuan marksmanship is terrifying, and the gunless style is even more mysterious, if you fight to the death, its power is unimaginable." Fighting Mr. Meng head-on, there is no certainty of victory, so this is the decision. ”

Meng Fang nodded slightly, his eyes bloomed with a strange light, and he said softly: "I was born in a soldier's family, so I naturally understand the truth that soldiers are not tired of cheating. I don't know what to call him?"

Chu Tian was slightly stunned, and then said with a wry smile: "Under Chu Tian." ”

Meng Fang smiled happily and slowly closed his eyes.

This scene came suddenly and caught people off guard.

"Mr. Meng!"

"Uncle Meng!"

......

The sword was drawn, and blood splattered.

Yan Ruyu was already in tears, and she hugged Meng Fang in her arms.

Yu Chenglong shouted angrily, brandished the fine iron halberd, and killed Chu Tian.

Chu Tian was calm and unhurried, and swung his sword to meet him.

The six Chaotian Que dead soldiers were already protecting Meng Fang and Yan Ruyu.

Zhang Ye and Li He joined the fight again. Zhang Ye's eyes were red, and he was guarding the entrance of the cave. Li He swung his sword and killed the Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldiers.

Shi Potian endured his grief and continued to fight hard.

At this time, the person who controlled it was dead, and the Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldiers were reduced to the walking dead, and the entire army was doomed.

Yu Jackie Chan broke the cauldron and sank the boat, fighting to the death. He danced the iron halberd, changed his body, and moved like a fly. There is a faint invisible true qi surrounding the double halberd, and the momentum is compelling. He is still fighting, this stems from the soldier's will to die, there is only one breath, one breath, and he will be defeated.

Chu Tian's eyes were blazing, and his heart was like a mirror. His body is elegant and agile, a sword stabs out, as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, avoiding the real and the virtual, unpredictable. Qingfeng swordsmanship, to overcome rigidity with softness, can be four or two thousand pounds.

The shape of the two people changed, the double halberds were more fierce, and the sword momentum was more urgent.

"General Yu, don't worry, I'm here to help you!" At this moment, a voice came from a distance, containing a strong internal force.

Chu Tian's face changed slightly, and when he looked over, he saw dozens of Taoist priests rushing towards this side, it was Mu Qingfeng, the head of the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty, and his disciples. Without this variable, Chu Tian alone would be enough to wipe out Chaotian. He secretly regretted it, but he was helpless. A manly man, he should be able to afford to put it down. He swept backwards, turned and drifted away, calmly free. Of course, he didn't know that Mu Qingfeng was also at the end of his crossbow, so he suffered extremely serious internal injuries just to shout out the sentence "General Yu, don't worry, I'll help you". However, who can know everything? Read the latest chapter of "Sword Killing Claw Book House" for free for the first time.