Seeing Ji Chengqing showing weakness and retreating, Micang Mountain secretly laughed at this kid for being smart, but unfortunately he miscalculated.

His style of "moonfall and black cry" has a long and thick accumulation, how can it be easily resolved by retreating? It is ridiculous that Ji Chengqing is smart but is mistaken by cleverness, and he does not take the lead in rushing to attack in order to contain it, which will only make his momentum more and more vigorous.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Chengche had retreated to the end of the urn city, and behind him was the endless rainy night.

Micang Mountain knew that the time had come, and urged the power to eighty, and the light of the folding fan skyrocketed like a poisonous snake swallowing Ji Cheng's throat.

I didn't think that Ji's clear body suddenly leaned back, his back almost touched the ground, and the folding fan screamed through the air from above the door.

Mi Cangshan sighed in a low voice, and just wanted to change his course and change his tactics to attack again, but the cold and unborn Yuan Shen knife was like a dragon going out to sea and poked out from under his body, and the sword was like a rainbow, and the momentum was like thunder, and it struck on the folding fan.

Micang Mountain's moves are old, and at the moment when the old strength is exhausted and the new strength is not born, it is not uncomfortable to be slashed by Ji Chengqing and a strong knife.

"Keng!" the folding fan bounced upwards like a frightening flood, and Micang Mountain staggered back from an unstable foothold.

Ji Chengqing raised his body homeopathically, and the fetal Yuan Divine Sword was ghostly, sonorous, sonorous, clumsy, and swept Liuhe.

Micang Mountain miscalculated with one move, and was full of passivity, so he had to fight and retreat, trying to use his ingenuity to defuse Ji Cheng's ferocious offensive.

However, Ji Chengqing's every knife is condensed and restrained, mellow as the moon, and the folding fan of Micang Mountain is not only unable to borrow strength, but is suppressed so that it can't raise its head.

Qiu Xingjian saw that the situation was not good, and waved his two guns to grab the assist, but left Geng Tian aside.

Geng Tian originally intended to help, but seeing that Ji Chengche was able to play with ease and calmness with one enemy and two enemies, he couldn't help but be surprised and admired, and he was even more glad that this young man was a friend rather than an enemy at the time of the chaos of the mountains and rivers, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

So he changed his mind and ordered the defenders to redeploy their men and horses to prevent the rebels from landing on the city.

Most of the rebels' ladder was destroyed by Ji Chengche with a thousand dragon anger, and the morale was obviously frustrated, and the backup could not be helped for a while.

On the contrary, the Praetorian Guards guarding the city of Wengcheng were highly motivated, and launched a counterattack under the command of Geng Tian, killing the rebels on the city tower, and suffering heavy casualties.

However, soon the rebels under the city set up a ladder again, and the palace gate was also smashed open by the hammer. There was a thunderous roar of joy outside the city, and reinforcements poured in like a tidal wave.

At this moment, the drum suddenly sounded in the palace, and "Dong Dong Dong" was majestic and high-pitched, like dense raindrops beating everyone's eardrums.

Geng Tian heard the sound of the drum and shouted the order: "Withdraw!"

"Withdraw!"

"Retreat!"

The soldiers beside him quickly distributed Geng Tian's orders to every corner of the urn city, and the defenders ordered to retreat to the urn city immediately.

Geng Tian led dozens of captains and his own soldiers to take charge of the break, and shouted to Ji Chengqing: "Your Highness Chengche, quickly withdraw into the urn city!"

Ji Chengche was a master of art, forced Qiu Xingjian back with one palm, and forced Micang Mountain with a knife, and replied: "You go first, I'll break it later!"

Mi Cangshan and Qiu Xingjian teamed up to attack Ji Chengche for more than 20 faces, but they didn't take advantage of it at all, they all felt disgraced, and they all fought out real fire and attacked more than once, and secretly said If you can't take down this young man, won't you fall into the laughing stock for the rest of your life?

Geng Tian waited until the last of his subordinates had evacuated the city, and then he swung his knife and slashed down a rebel captain, and jumped off the city tower with a roar.

The rebels who caught up behind threw spears and fired arrows and crossbows, Geng Tian drifted back while dialing, and two teams of Jinfengwei also rushed to meet and provide air support.

Ji Cheng watched Geng Tian leave, silently recited the witch spell and released an angry sword mantra, the sword bloomed like a flower, and the encirclement was torn open by a crack.

Seeing this, Micang Mountain was annoyed and angry, and fanned his wind and thunder, roared angrily, and the dazzling light roared towards Ji Chengqing.

I don't know that Ji Chengqing has no intention of retreating at all, so it is just a plan to capture and indulge.

"Hum-" The fetal Yuan Divine Knife rune bloomed, breaking through the fan wind and slashing towards Micang Mountain with the courage of ten thousand people.

Yonekurayama was caught off guard, and hurriedly closed the folding fan as a sword to desperately pick it up, just hoping to lead away the blade and save his head.

"Ding!" The Fetal Yuan Divine Knife swung open, and the folding fan almost did not stagnate and fell down.

Yonekurayama's head was finally saved, but his shoulder was struck by a blade, and his entire right arm hung down.

"Mi Shangshu!" Qiu Xingjian rushed up regardless of his body, and protected Micang Mountain with two guns.

Ji Chengche laughed and put away his knife and flew back, and the hundreds of thousands of rebels around him were all killed by his awe-inspiring divine might, and no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Ji Chengche was about to evacuate the city, when he suddenly heard a wounded soldier in a pool of blood calling: "Help...... Save me. ”

Ji Chengche turned his eyes to see the wounded soldier, immediately stopped his figure, picked him up as if no one was around, jumped onto the female wall and fell down the city.

Jin Fengwei, who rushed to the aid above the urn city, and the defenders who were retreating in an orderly manner under the urn city saw this scene, and shouted and cheered in unison in witch language: "Mold, mold, clear mold......"

Even they were not the only ones, but even the hostile rebels were impressed from the bottom of their hearts.

Micang Mountain stabilized his body and sealed his wounds, and was about to order the mobilization of elites to chase and kill Ji Chengqing, when he suddenly noticed that the castle tower under his feet trembled slightly.

Micang Mountain was startled, and saw that the walls of the entire urn city slowly lit up with a layer of strange red light, like a huge blood waterfall from top to bottom, flickering and fluorescent in the rainy night.

"Not good!" Mi Cangshan's face changed greatly in his mind, and he didn't care about the demeanor of any celebrities and scholars, and he said hoarsely: "Retreat, quit all!"

Qiu Xingjian and the others also sensed that something was wrong, and shouted at the sergeant behind him: "Retreat, withdraw from the palace, quickly!"

Those soldiers who heard the order were at a loss, thinking that they had captured the city of Weng, why did they retreat, wouldn't that be equivalent to giving up the city tower that they had won so hard?

As for the thousands of rebels behind them, they didn't know the situation on the city at all, so they only said that everyone was brave and fought for the lead, and no matter what, they had to cut off one or two defenders' heads to get a piece of the pie.

So the people in front stopped, and more people in the back continued to pour up, and the urn city became a pot of porridge.

Micang Mountain saw from a distance that the Suzaku Gate Tower in the rear was also covered with blood, and he knew that the big thing was not good, so he jumped up and fell in front of the urn city, stretched out his hand and grabbed a rebel captain who just wanted to enter the palace gate, and shouted: "Quickly retreat!"

The lieutenant didn't recognize Micang Mountain, and said angrily: "Who are you, are you looking for death!"

Micang Mountain was furious, and his five fingers twisted off the neck of the captain, jumped on the back of the horse and said: "The old man is the secretary of the military department Micang Mountain, wait for the whole army to retreat outside the Suzaku Gate, if there is any hesitation and disobedience to the order, there will be no forgiveness!"

The rebels stopped in amazement, thinking to themselves that Mi Shangshu was crazy or an undercover spy, so he had to stop the army from storming the palace?

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard a loud sound from the earth-shattering stone, and the ground dozens of zhang long from the urn city to the Vermilion Bird Gate suddenly cracked, spewing out countless blood-red poisonous fires.

At the same time, the castle tower and urn city of Suzaku Gate also burned, and a fluffy fireball burst into flames, and the fire trees and silver flowers were brilliant and dazzling, and they frantically drummed and spread in the heavy rain.

Micang Mountain's face was like ashes, looking at the sky-high flames and muttering, "Eight Dragon and Snake Great Array...... Today, the old man is finally fortunate to be able to witness this power with his own eyes, the ghost master is very handy, good!"

Qiu Xingjian was in a hurry, and stomped his feet and said, "My Lord Shangshu, now is not the time for you to show your talents!"

Micang Mountain said hesitantly: "Ten thousand dragons scorching the sky, thousands of snakes are red...... What else can you and I do?"

Qiu Xingjian was stunned for a moment, and saw that at this moment, the Vermilion Bird Gate and the Urn City surrounded by hundreds of zhang of square circles, as if it had become a lava hell, the fire snake danced wildly, the flames were raging, and thousands of people and horses were trapped in it, like ants on a hot pot being ruthlessly roasted and devoured, unable to advance or retreat.

However, Micang Mountain was the first to cheer up, and said: "It's useless to think about it so far, just put it to death and then live, you and I led the soldiers and horses to kill into the urn city, even if we can't find a way to live, it can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the martial prince!"

Qiu Xingjian gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just listen to Lord Shangshu!"

At that moment, the two of them tried their best to suppress the chaotic army around them, and sacrificed their lives to break a way out of the sea of fire and kill them in the urn city.

As soon as the two of them entered the urn city, their hearts were cold for most of the time, and they saw rows of defenders in front of them emerging from behind the walls of the palace courtyard, setting up strong bows and crossbows and waiting for the battle.

Geng Tian led the troops who had just withdrawn from Wengcheng to regroup and set up their formations on both sides of the defensive line in an orderly manner.

Micang Mountain looked back at the people and horses who rushed into the urn city with him, even the wounded and crippled together, there were only about 200 people, even if this remnant of the defeated army had the determination to die in a broken kettle, it was just a grasshopper shaking the tree.

Qiu Xingjian grabbed a war horse and shouted: "Brothers, the meritorious deeds will be made tonight, rush with me!"

He took the lead and struck the line laid by the defenders.

The more than 200 remnants of the army behind him saw him brave, and knew that there was no life or death in the situation tonight, so they rushed out with their hearts.

The defenders did not send troops to engage in battle, thousands of crossbow arrows sneered through the air like a rain of locusts, and the rebels fell one after another like wheat waves, and in an instant, there were less than ten horsemen left on Qiu Xingjian's side.

His war horse was also shot into a hedgehog and had already fallen to death, but he was still rushing up with red eyes to kill, and suddenly heard a rebel general shouting: "Overseer Qiu, Mi Shangshu has run away!"

Qiu Xingjian said angrily: "Dare to talk nonsense, I will kill you!"

"It's true, look!" the rebel pointed behind him, and at some point, Yonekura Mountain had already crossed the urn castle tower in the wind, avoided the resistance of the Eight Dragon and Snake Array, and fled straight to the Suzaku Gate.

Qiu Xingjian was stunned, almost unable to believe his eyes.

You must know that more than 20 years ago, he fought side by side with Micang Mountain and experienced a desperate situation of life and death, and every time the latter was the latter who turned the tide with his strength, and fell into fifty or sixty places with major injuries and minor injuries on his body, and even went to the Ghost Gate Pass four times.

How could such a person abandon his comrades and escape alone?

Qiu Xingjian was puzzled, but his eyes darkened little by little.

The rebel general smiled bitterly and said, "Inspector Qiu, you should also leave quickly, remember to avenge your brothers!"

Qiu Xingjian suddenly turned the head of the gun and poked it at his throat fiercely!

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