Chapter 108 The fierce battle stained the Chaoyang Palace, and the Mai Iron Horse showed its majesty

Yuwen Junxun is one of the six leaders of the Southern Qi Dynasty, and all his exploits are fought with a knife and a gun. His martial arts cultivation has reached the highest level, and he is only one step away from manifesting the saint.

With the spear in hand, Yuwen Junxun's momentum suddenly changed, and his original gentle and elegant temperament turned into a fierce battle intent full of killing machines in a blink of an eye.

"Kill!"

With a loud roar, Yuwen Junxun and his guns were united, and he had already rushed into the battle formation of the Zhaowu Battalion.

The spear was like a swimming dragon, and the lightning burst out, piercing the throat of one of the Zhaowu Battalion soldiers in the front, and the spear withdrew with a stream of blood arrows, Yuwen Junxun laughed, like a mad demon.

Several Zhaowu battalion soldiers swooped over, Yuwen Junxun pounced head-on, the spear in his hand was round, the strong wind was agitated, the sand and dust were bursting, and several screams rang out, and the Zhaowu battalion soldiers flew out upside down, blood sprayed wildly in mid-air, and they died on the spot.

Behind him, Chu Xinyuan brandished the snatched steel knife, tightly guarding the side, the Chu family's horizontal battle knife technique, mighty and domineering, indomitable, horizontal and vertical slashing, unstoppable.

A thunderous scream sounded, and a burst of stumps and broken arms flew up in the crowd, and Wang Zheng, who was dressed in sackcloth and ghost face, was covered in blood, standing among the corpses everywhere, like a hell Shura. The exaggerated shape of the horse chopping knife was mottled with blood, and the killing intent was Ling Ran.

The three men were like arrows, and they slammed into the enemy's formation, killing at will, and the enemy around them did not have a unified enemy, and the soldiers who approached fell one after another. In the blink of an eye, more than 30 elite soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion were killed.

Cheng Younian's face was extremely gloomy, and at this moment, Yang Yunxiu was standing with him, and he could clearly see the green tendons on his forehead trembling slightly.

Although the losses were huge, the Zhaowu Battalion was an elite division under Cheng Younian after all, and it was by no means comparable to ordinary troops. Even if the death of the comrades in front of him was horrific, no one flinched. Although the enemy is brave, he is a horseman in the end, and on the battle array, even a martial saint cannot resist the charge of thousands of troops and horses.

"Kill, kill, kill!" In the crowd, the officers leading the team shouted loudly, and the soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion suddenly shouted to kill the sky, and the sound shook the roof, and the momentum increased instead of decreasing. At this moment, the pressure on Yuwen Junxun's side increased greatly.

While the ordinary sergeants were fighting to the death, the martial arts masters under Cheng Younian also began to take action.

Zhong Chengshan, the captain of the Zhaowu Battalion, has reached the top grade of the Yuan Realm, a pair of judges are superb, and he is a martial arts master under the command of Cheng Younian.

"Die!" A loud shout, the shadow of the gun flashed, and a soldier of the Zhaowu Battalion was slashed by the tip of the spear through the neck, and fell to the ground with a bang, Yuwen Jun Xun hunted in his robe, his eyes were full of murderous intent. Yuwen Junxun is known as "cold-blooded Guanyin", murderous on the battlefield, cold-blooded and ruthless, today's battle, the cold-blooded side is vividly revealed. From the time he shot to the present, no less than ten soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion have died tragically under his gun, and the blood stains the clothes, just like Guanyin bathing in blood, and the charm is unparalleled. 【*！ *... Better, newer, faster]

Zhong Chengshan sneered in his heart, and in silence, two blood-colored judges' double pens shook out of his sleeves, and he stabbed obliquely

And out. Zhong Chengshan's kung fu is known for being fast, this sneak attack, with all his strength, it was as fast as lightning, and the judge's double pen in his hand turned into two blood-colored streamers, stabbing at Yuwen Junxun's neck, waist and eyes in two key places.

The masters clashed, and they heard the wind and discerned the anger, but Zhong Chengshan suddenly attacked and took the lead. Waiting for the strength to be detected by Yuwen Junxun, the tip of the pen has almost been on the body, between the electric light and flint, Yuwen Junxun's internal force surged, the spear was on the ground, and the body was violently leaned back, and the danger was narrowly avoided by the vital point. The two figures staggered, a bloody light collapsed, and the judge's pen rubbed on Yuwen Junxun's face, leaving a long and narrow opening, and blood flowed out immediately.

"Du Du!" Chu Xinyuan shouted, and he wanted to step forward.

Yuwen Junxun raised his hand to stop him, and stretched out two fingers to wipe away the blood that flowed. Chu Xinyuan gritted his teeth, waved his knife to stop several Zhaowu Battalion soldiers, and protected Yuwen Junxun in front of him.

Zhong Chengshan turned around and looked at Yuwen Junxun's back, and secretly said that it was a pity. However, he didn't think that he could solve a supreme martial artist who was of the highest grade in the Yuan Realm and could manifest in the world in just one step so easily. Zhong Chengshan waved his hand, and in the battlefield, the soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion gave up an open space very wisely.

Yuwen Junxun turned around slowly, and his left cheek was bloody, full of blood. His eyes cast a beastly and dangerous light, and the spear was pointed diagonally at the ground, buzzing, and a wave of energy exploded around him, stirring up a puff of dust. Cultivating to reach the Shangyuan Realm can generate a sense of qi, and when you reach the Zhiyuan Realm, you can release the internal force, and the attack power will be stronger, and if you break through the Sage Realm, the external release of the internal force will be more condensed and the power will be more huge, and ordinary swords will not be able to resist the destruction of the internal force.

Yuwen Junxun was exerting his strength at this moment, and the spear in his hand was faintly coated with a layer of streamer.

Zhong Chengshan didn't dare to be careless, and the judge's double pen crossed his chest, and the internal force was also attached to it, and the color of the judge's double pen was more vivid.

"Kill!"

"Broken!"

The gas machine exploded, and the two of them started at the same time, in mid-air, Yuwen Junxun's spear was like a rainbow, piercing Zhong Chengshan's throat, and before the tip of the gun, he spit out an invisible energy, which was extremely sharp. Yuwen Junxun's marksmanship comes from the battlefield, straight forward, domineering, and powerful.

Zhong Chengshan knew that it was powerful, and he didn't dare to take it hard. His judge's double pen is known for his speed and dexterity, and his body retreats sharply, avoiding the edge of the spear, and as soon as he lowers his body, the judge's pen crosses and stabs out.

Yuwen Junxun's spear pierced the air, and the barrel of the gun slammed to the ground, clanging, just blocking the offensive of the judge's pen.

Zhong Chengshan missed the blow, and immediately fell to the left, the judge's pen in his left hand was stuck on the ground, and his legs kicked Yuwen Junxun's lower abdomen in relay. His internal force is full of toes, and if this blow is kicked, it is tantamount to being bombarded with a heavy hammer, even if Yuwen Junxun has internal force to protect his body, he will not be unharmed.

Yuwen Junxun let out a scream and raised his foot suddenly. The toes of the two kicked together, and the huge force made both of them unable to stop swinging away.

Yuwen Junxun took a few steps back, and the spear propped back, stopping his figure. Behind him, Wang Zheng shook off the blood stains on the saber and guarded behind Yuwen Junxun, while Chu Xinyuan blocked the other side, and the three of them faintly formed a corner. However, Wang Zheng and Chu Xinyuan just stopped Zhaowu in front of them

The battalion soldiers did not mean to meddle between the two.

Zhong Chengshan got up slowly, his two pens were crossed into a cross, Yuwen Junxun was lying on his chest with a spear, and the two of them invariably chose to be on the defensive.

Just a few rounds of fighting, the two sides were evenly matched. Both of them know that the other party is really the only enemy they have seen, and it is difficult to tell the winner in a short period of time. Yuwen Junxun needed time and waited for the arrival of reinforcements under his command, and Zhong Chengshan was afraid of the two people who were gradually approaching behind Yuwen Junxun, and for a while, neither of them was in a hurry to do it again.

At this moment, in the main hall, the situation is slowly changing.

From the two sides to the present, the losses of the Zhaowu Battalion can be called heavy, but the space of Yuwen's party has also been pressed again and again. With the addition of Cheng Younian's masters to the battle group, the gap between the high-end combat power of the two sides has been sharply flattened, except for the three Wang Zheng, who are extremely powerful, the rest of them have been forced to shrink in the southwest corner of the main hall.

There was a huge disparity in the strength of the two sides, and the generals on Yuwen's side had to be distracted to protect those powerless Wenchen, and the situation became precarious.

Until this moment, Cheng Younian finally showed a relaxed smile.

In today's situation, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Yuwen Junxun's party is already powerless, and Cheng Younian's side will undoubtedly be the final winner. Even if there is a peerless powerhouse at the level of a Martial Saint, what can he do? Although the Martial Saint is strong, he can only affect a part, and in the war, the role he can play is extremely weak, and he cannot influence the outcome of the battle.

In the southwest corner of the main hall, Zhou Yinbin and other civil servants were trembling and shrunk into a ball at the moment. Through the figures of several generals who were struggling to kill the enemy, the eyes were dripping with blood, and these Wenchen were terrified to the extreme.

Today may be unforgettable for these ministers who are usually pampered and high-minded. Provided, of course, that their lives don't end today.

Zhou Yinbin was secretly praying to God, and suddenly felt a cold on his face, he subconsciously reached out and touched it, and his hands were full of blood. Zhou Yinbin turned his head in horror, but it was Zheng Qiusheng, the commander of the Howling Sword Guard, who was slashed on his left arm without noticing, and blood sprayed and splashed on his face. Zheng Qiucheng roared, and with a swing of the knife, a human head flew high and rolled down at the feet of Zhou Yinbin, Zhou Yinbin looked down, but happened to see a pair of dead eyes. His heart trembled, and for the first time he felt that death was so close to him.

Zheng Qiusheng's injury became a sign of greater embarrassment for Yuwen's party, and next, more and more people were injured in the lottery. So far, even the generals with extraordinary force have begun to gradually lose their strength under the continuous onslaught of the enemy.

Bang, with a loud bang, a figure fell heavily in front of all the civil officials, and Xue Jialin, the commander of the forward battalion, was covered in blood, with a half-truncated knife inserted in his lower abdomen, coughed up a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and his head tilted and fainted.

Xue Jialin was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and the already precarious defense line suddenly became even more fragile, if the defense line collapsed, they Wenchen had no ability to resist, and what awaited them was only ruthless slaughter.

"It's over!" Qiu Qu let out a sad cry

, sat on the ground.

The gate of the palace is guarded by the soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion at this moment.

The person in charge of guarding the door is Zheng Hu, the commander of the Zhaowu Battalion, who is five big and three thick. He was nicknamed "The Great Stone" in the army, because he was so powerful that he once lifted a boulder weighing about 1,000 catties, hence the name. His weapon is also different, it is a huge mountain axe, weighing about 100 catties, which is difficult for ordinary soldiers to make, but it is wielded freely in his hands. At this moment he was standing in front of the gate of the palace.

Suddenly, a slight vibration came from the handle of the axe on the ground, and Zheng Hu frowned slightly.

He leaned down, listened to the sound, his eyes suddenly froze, he stood up and shouted: "All the troops are on guard!

Zheng Hu gave an order, and the soldiers guarding the palace gate immediately lined up in formation and waited for the battle.

Zheng Hu held a big axe and looked ahead.

Gradually, a black line appeared in the distance of the street, and a cavalry rolled in like a torrent.

(End of chapter)