Last time, when I talked about the wandering soul Sang Jian saw that he couldn't help Xiao Yao, and when he retreated down the hill, he happened to catch up with Meng Hao, the deputy hall master of the Dayi Hall who was chasing all the way, and the moment the two staggered, Sang Jian violently dodged a stick from Meng Hao, and the sharp blade on his right wrist popped out and cut off Meng Hao's entire right arm.

Meng Hao lost his right arm in pain, and couldn't help but let out a huge scream.

The wandering soul Sang Jian's action of cutting off Meng Hao's right arm was extremely fast, and Xiao Yao, who was chasing behind, didn't have time to stop it, seeing this scene, Xiao Yao couldn't help but rush into anger, and grabbed four chess pieces with his right hand and hit Sang Jian's back.

Sang Jian cut off Meng Hao's right arm, grinned, withdrew his wrist blade and continued to run towards the battlefield filled with yellow fog without stopping, just running two steps when he suddenly heard the wind behind him and hurriedly rolled on the spot, which actually allowed him to dodge the two chess pieces that shot him, but his good luck also ended here, there were still two chess pieces hitting his left arm and back.

These four chess pieces were Xiao Yao's anger, even the wandering soul Sang Jian was a little unbearable, so he saw him turn over and look at Xiao Yao viciously, and continued to run towards the place where the yellow mist did not dissipate, it seemed that he wanted to get rid of Xiao Yao behind him with the chaos of the battlefield.

Li Jing, who was fighting with Wang Siyi, suddenly heard the screams of Meng Hao, the deputy hall master, and was shocked, and involuntarily turned his head to look at the situation over there.

I heard Wang Siyi smile cruelly: "Hehe, what's the matter, Hall Master Li, do you still have the leisure to worry about the life and death of others at this time." ”

Li Jing only felt a cold in his chest, followed by a sharp pain that pierced his heart, he knew that he was unlucky, he was ruthless in his heart, his left hand stretched out and hugged Wang Siyi, and his right hand went around his back to grab the pierced blade and broke it hard, and the half-cut blade of the 'ping' was actually broken by him.

Wang Siyi knew that it was not good the moment he was hugged by Li Jing, and the long sword in his right hand stirred in front of Li Jing's chest and struggled to break free, but Li Jing's left arm seemed to have become an iron hoop tightly clasped Wang Siyi, his teeth bit on the other party's shoulder and made him unable to move, and his right hand grabbed half of the sword blade and stabbed it fiercely at Wang Siyi's vest.

Wang Siyi, the head of the official beggar, struggled a few times and couldn't get out, and he had already been hit in the back of his heart, and he was in a panic in his heart, and his left hand was not pushing Li Jing, but on his right hand, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashing hard, almost cutting Li Jing's entire waist into two pieces.

Suffering from this big blow, Li Jingzai couldn't hold on, and his left arm, which was originally holding Wang Siyi, gradually weakened, but his teeth were still biting on Wang Siyi's shoulder.

Wang Siyi's back has been stabbed several times by Li Jing's half-cut sword blade at this time, but Li Jing is dripping with injuries, and although the broken blade he grabbed in his right hand blurs the flesh and blood on Wang Siyi's back, it doesn't seem to be enough to kill Wang Siyi.

Wang Siyi felt that Li Jing's arms restricting him were gradually weak, and slapped Li Jing with all his strength with his left hand, but there was no resistance as far as the palm could reach, and an iron palm seemed to slap on a lifeless dead body, and Li Jing fell out weakly with a palm.

It's just that the two rows of white teeth that bit Wang Siyi's arm actually tore off a large piece of flesh and blood from Wang Siyi's body.

Wang Siyi only felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, he and Li Jing were entangled but they were also relying on each other, and at this time, Li Jing was knocked away with one palm, and he instinctively stepped back.

But the flesh on his back was blurred, and a large piece of flesh was torn off his left shoulder, which made him feel a deep weakness for the first time, and his steps were a little vague, and at this moment he suddenly stepped on a wooden stick that had been discarded from unknown places, and the whole person fell backwards and fell.

The last image that appeared in his mind was fixed on Li Jing's bloody and jagged right hand, which was empty and fleshy, and there should not be a broken sword there.

After a while, Wang Siyi knew where the disappeared broken sword had gone, and the broken sword had fallen to the ground with him, and it was fiercely inserted into his heart, and the tip of the sword happened to pierce his chest to reveal a dazzling edge.

Wang Siyi, the official beggar head, actually died, he can be said to have died in the hands of Li Jing, the master of the beggar gang who was dying soon, or he could be said to have died on an abandoned wooden stick, but he was still dead anyway.

If he dies elsewhere, his death among the officials and beggars is afraid that even a bigger ripple will not be shocked, at most the officials and beggars will be instructed by Jiang Jingzhong, the governor of Dongchang Factory, to re-elect an obedient beggar from among the elders to take over the new beggar, this person may be called Zhang Siyi or Ma Siyi, no one cares.

But Wang Siyi died in the decisive battle between the official beggars and the beggars arranged by Jiang Jingzhong, the governor of the Dongchang factory, and he still carried a large number of official and beggar's land deeds in his arms, and he alone gathered almost ordinary official beggar assets, which was a talisman left by Wang Siyi for himself, and these industries could protect him from becoming Jiang Jingzhong's abandoned son to the greatest extent.

But these contracts worth ten thousand gold have become so pale and weak in front of the sword......

Wang Siyi's death was like a huge thunderbolt that was thrown onto the battlefield, blowing up all kinds of different reactions, the guards of the East Factory saw Wang Siyi's death and almost did not react, in the eyes of the East Factory Department, the official beggars were just a bunch of waste raised under the East Factory, Wang Siyi was just a leader of this group of waste, but it was still a waste, and it had nothing to do with them whether they died or not.

The remaining elders of the official beggars, seeing Wang Siyi's death, were like sharks smelling fishy, rushing towards Wang Siyi's corpse, they all had the general mind, that is, to snatch Wang Siyi's body, this is not because they respect Wang Siyi's personality, what really attracts them is the contract of the official beggar industry that Wang Siyi carries, who can hold those personal property deeds in their hands, who can replace Wang Siyi to become the new official beggar family and obtain a higher position of power.

And the official beggar disciples saw Wang Siyi's death but panicked, these ordinary official beggar disciples have not yet reached a certain level, and there is no real contact and grasp of the official beggar's industry, in their eyes the beggar Wang Siyi is still unattainable, and the enjoyment they can get is all brought by the beggar Wang Siyi, Wang Siyi's death may indicate the fall of the official beggar, and may also indicate that those ordinary beggars who are not looked at by them on weekdays are back in power, which makes them very frightened, just want to get out of the battlefield as soon as possible, like avoiding the plague The farther away from this place of death is better。

On the contrary, the disciples of the beggar saw the death of the beggar Wang Siyi, and one by one they had already begun to cheer and shout loudly, and they passed on this exciting news to all the gangsters one by one, as if they had won the war as soon as Wang Siyi died.

In fact, it is not to blame that these beggar disciples get carried away, people's hatred for family thieves and betrayers is often far greater than those enemies who stood on the opposite side of themselves at the beginning, compared to Dongchang and the eunuchs, the Pingqi disciples obviously hate the official beggars who were once a branch of the beggar gang, but gradually transformed into the lackeys of the eunuch eagle dog Dongchang.

Wang Siyi, the official beggar, is the person who every beggar disciple wants to get rid of quickly.

In any case, Wang Siyi's death played an unpredictable role in this battle, and the blood of the Ping Beggars disciples boiled a little when they heard the news, and the heavy sleepy eyes brought by the sleeping mushroom powder were also diluted by the blood.

The official beggars and disciples were all depressed and their morale was greatly reduced, and some of them had already ignored the shouts of the guards of the Dongchang factory around them, and fled in all directions.

Those officials and beggars and elders didn't seem to expect the reaction of the gang, and they were gathering from all directions to prepare to seize the deeds on Wang Siyi's body, but once they saw their disciples start to flee, they all began to panic, and suddenly felt that the officials and beggars were afraid that there was no hope, and instead of dying, it was better to take advantage of the gang resources in their hands now that they had gang resources in their hands and quickly escape and sell them.

Panic seems to be contagious, so morale has always been extremely important in the military formation, and the methods of dealing with deserters are also extremely cruel, but the methods of those armies are obviously not applicable to these untrained officials and disciples who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and it will be difficult to stop once the trend of collapse begins to spread.

The white-haired Li Yonghua and the shadowless stick Feng Shaoting and other leaders killed more than a dozen official beggar disciples in a fit of rage, but instead of stopping this panic, they let the only remaining official beggar disciples join the ranks of the fleeing.

Later, even a few of the weak-willed Dongchang factory guards quietly mixed in with the fleeing crowd and fled, and the defeat was like a mountain, even in this kind of martial arts fight.

The white-haired Li Yonghua looked at the yellow mist in the air that was getting thinner and thinner, looked at the more and more courageous disciples of the beggars and the heroes of the rivers and lakes who killed the red eyes, and then looked at the disconnected officials and beggars on his side and the morale of the Dongchang factory guards, although he didn't want to admit it, he also understood that this battle was already lost.

Now that they retreat, they can still use the officials and beggars as outcasts to keep their subordinates, but if it drags on for a while, the officials and beggars will run away, and they will become the substitutes for the officials and beggars.

Li Yonghua was bold and immediately ordered to retreat, and one by one the Dongchang guards covered each other to retreat, Gu Youdao seemed to only say that although the battle of Dongchang was defeated, it was still not to be humiliated, or he understood that the top priority was to take advantage of the situation to completely eradicate the cancer of officials and beggars.

Except for those who were seriously injured or inhaled too much yellow mist and fell into a coma, the remaining Pingqi disciples and Jianghu heroes were all chased by the escape route of the official beggars under the leadership of Gu Youdao, the leader of the beggar gang, while on the contrary, on the Dongchang side, only Nie Ge, the master of the Great Ren Hall, chased after Wei Yan and several other beggar gang masters for a while, and after confirming that the Dongchang had really withdrawn, they turned back......