Chapter 227: Chapter 227 Xu Qian'an Sacrificed

Chapter 227: Chapter 227 Xu Qian'an SacrificedShouts of killing rang out immediately, and the Tiger Guards guarding outside started fighting with the traitors of the Five City Army. The sound of bowstrings, the sound of muskets firing, the sound of weapons colliding...

It was clearly heard by everyone.

There were rebels in the distance and dream witches nearby. This was a desperate situation, which made the night watchmen look ugly and their hearts sank to the bottom.

Fortunately, they were all experienced night watchmen, accustomed to blood and fighting, and had a firm mind.

"Protect Jiang Jinluo and the governor into the inner hall." Yinluo, surnamed Zhao, shouted, and he drew his knife.

Jiang Lvzhong grabbed the other's sleeve and wanted to say something, but the silver gong said before he could speak:

"Boss, I understand. The dream witch is not good at close combat. As long as you are careful not to let him get your hair and flesh, he can't use the curse."

Tang Yinluo grinned and said, "Yes, boss. We can't beat a fourth-grade warrior, but can't we beat a fourth-grade dream witch? That's too embarrassing."

The copper gongs felt relieved when they saw their boss was so confident.

The dream witch's methods were strange and bizarre, and he was not good at frontal combat. As copper gongs, they only knew a little about this.

To the copper gongs' surprise, Jiang Lvzhong didn't let go. The golden gong, who was like a god on weekdays, couldn't even stand steadily, but he still held the silver gong's sleeve tightly.

"Let's go!" Jiang Lvzhong said.

Zhao Yinluo turned around and grinned, "Boss, you asked us to take the governor away, but that's not okay."

Jiang Luzhong shook his head: "You can't leave with the governor, I'm asking you to go." "Jiang Jinluo, how do you know you'll lose if you don't fight?" said a Tongluo, as if to encourage himself, he said it loudly.

Zhao Yinluo pulled back his sleeves fiercely, causing Jiang Luzhong to stagger.

Tang Yinluo supported him and sighed: "... When we return to the capital, boss, please treat us to a drink."

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Zhao Yinluo raised his sword with one hand and took off the military crossbow from his waist with the other hand, pulled the trigger, and the bowstring "bang" sounded, and the sharp arrow shot out.

Bang bang bang...

The other night watchmen raised their crossbows and shot tacitly.

The coroner, who had become a puppet, roared and stood in front of the prefect, allowing crossbow arrows to shoot into his body, with the arrow tips coming out from his back. "Die for me!"

Zhao Yinluo jumped high, flew across more than ten feet amid the sound of cracking blue bricks, and the standard long sword in his hand burst out with an aura that distorted the air. Puff.

The coroner's puppet was cut in half on the spot, with blood dancing wildly. He tried hard to put him together again, but failed.

Prefect Mengwu flexibly avoided the sword light, and the sharp sword energy tore the earth and spread to the steps at the entrance of the lobby, making a loud "bang".

The attacks of the other two Yinluo followed, they leaned over and ran wildly, dragging afterimages, and cooperated with each other to kill Mengwu.

While attacking, the information of the wizard system emerged in the minds of the two Yinluo.

Dafeng and the Wushen Cult occasionally have conflicts. The intelligence of wizards below the fourth rank, including the fourth rank, is very detailed in the night watchman's office.

The ninth rank wizard can refine living people into puppets, and use secret techniques to stimulate potential and burn blood essence, so that an ordinary person instantly has extremely strong combat power. The more it is improved, the faster the blood essence burns, until the oil is exhausted.

At the same time, the ninth rank wizard can also stimulate the potential of his companions around him, also at the cost of burning blood essence, so he is called "blood spirit".

The ability mastered by the eighth rank wizard is curse, based on the birth date, personal objects, and objects such as blood, flesh and body fluids as the medium, curse the target person. Therefore, the eighth rank wizard is called "curse master".

The advantage is that it is weird and unpredictable, making it hard to guard against.

The disadvantage is that it can only curse targets with a lower realm than itself.

The title of the seventh rank wizard is "medium", which can manipulate corpses and ghosts. Whether it is Dafeng or the demon tribe in the north, they have suffered a lot from mediums on the battlefield.

The sixth-grade wizard is called "Gua Shi", who is proficient in divination and can avoid disasters. The wizard of this realm can be described in two words: "Gua" and "Steady"!

Describe it in one sentence: "Steady as an old dog".

You don't need to look at the almanac when you go out, you only need to calculate a hexagram to know whether it will be good or bad today.

The fifth-grade wizard is called "Zhu Ji", who can summon the fighting spirit of the ancestors through rituals and possess them. If the summoned fighting spirit is a warrior, then Zhu Ji is a warrior. If it is a Taoist priest, then Zhu Ji is a Taoist priest, and so on.

The limitation is that only fighting spirits of the same level can be summoned.

The fourth-grade wizard is the realm of the prefect in front of him, "Dream Witch", walking in dreams and killing people invisibly. The most effective way to encounter a dream witch is not to sleep.

"Don't give him the opportunity to arrange the ritual, don't give him the opportunity to ask the fighting spirit to possess, and you can win!" Zhao Yinluo encouraged himself in his heart.

At this time, he heard a murmur-like voice, and turned his head suddenly to see that it was an ignored official who cut his wrist and drew a strange and complicated array pattern on the ground with blood.

He muttered obscure and profound syllables.

Zhao Yinluo's heart sank.

The next moment, a strong aura was born from the prefect's body, and a wisp of black smoke floated above his head, vaguely a blurry figure.

At the same time, the blades of the two Yinluo slashed.

The long knife cut through the clothes and slashed on the prefect, bursting out a harsh metal collision sound. The black smoke above his head shook.

Copper skin and iron bones.

"Who told you that the ritual must be arranged by the wizard himself? In fact, a puppet can

also do it."

The dream witch with the face of the prefect sneered, raised his hand, and grasped the necks

of the two Yinluo.

With a "click", the two Yinluo died instantly.

For a fourth-rank warrior, killing two silver gongs is as easy as crushing two ants.

"Asshole!"

In the hall, a heart-wrenching roar was heard, like the roar of an old beast on the verge of

death.

It was the helpless and furious Jiang Luzhong, his eyes were red and his face was distorted

with anger.

The living copper gongs were so scared that their livers and gallbladders were about to burst, and finally realized that the silver gongs were just boosting morale.

Wizards are indeed not good at close combat, but the fourth grade is the fourth grade, and the realm gap is like a chasm. The so-called incompetence in close combat is compared with

other systems of the same grade.

"Why are you so cowardly?"

Zhao Yinluo shouted loudly, shocking the bronze gongs.

At this moment, this silver gong who is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling

is still holding his sword, like a warrior who is ready to die.

"Two incense sticks of time, we have to fight for two incense sticks of time for Jiang Jinluo,

it's still early now." Zhao Yinluo shouted.

"Noisy."

But the reality is cruel. Meng Wu, who disguised as the prefect, raised his hand, gathered his

energy in his palm, and pressed down hard.

Shock waves were born in the air, and ripples spread.

Including Zhao Yinluo, the night watchmen felt like their chests were hit, vomited blood and

flew backwards.

Just one move, and all the night watchmen were defeated.

Jiang Lvzhong seemed to have known all this for a long time. He closed his eyes, but he was no longer angry at this time, because everyone would soon meet in another world.

Meng Wu clenched his fists again. The time for the fighting spirit to possess him was limited, and he did not intend to say any more nonsense to Jiang Lvzhong.

After all, the next step was the highlight. Controlling Baidi City, summoning mountain bandits, and attacking various prefectures and counties, Yunzhou must be taken down before

the court reacts.

The Wushen Cult has been plotting for several years, and today is the time to reap the fruits.

A punch was thrown, the qi rubbed the air, and a deep roar was emitted, rushing straight into the direction of the lobby.

A figure blocked the middle, it was Zhao Yinluo, he held the long sword with both hands,

lowered his waist and slashed with a sword with a roar.

This should be the most peak sword in his life.

The sword qi collapsed, the long sword exploded, the magic weapon copper gong on the chest

broke, and the terrible qi pushed Zhao Yinluo into the lobby, and the whole lobby shook with

a "boom".

Jiang Luzhong was also shocked. He hurried over and hugged his dying subordinate in his

arms.

The moment he touched Zhao Yinluo, Jiang Luzhong knew that he was powerless. There was no intact bone in his body, and the same was true for his internal organs. The Sitianjian might have a panacea to bring back the dead, but Yunzhou did not. The reason why he didn't die immediately was probably the last stubbornness of a warrior.

Zhao Yinluo has always been a very stubborn person. He always insists on his own way and repeatedly disobeys Jiang Luzhong's orders, just like he just shook off his hand. "Do you have anything else to say?" Jiang Luzhong whispered. Zhao Yinluo forced a smile on his bloody face, blood all over his gums, and said intermittently: "Boss, I actually raised another concubine this year, 18 years old, so tender.

"But I was afraid that you would know, so I didn't dare to keep her at home. You often summoned us silver gongs to secret meetings, and repeatedly ordered us not to embezzle more than 500 taels of silver per year, not to extort more than 10 coins from peddlers at a time, and not to extort more than 3 coins from shops and restaurants at a time. "You know, we all laugh at you in private. You are the only one in the world who has to make regulations even for corruption. We silver gongs listen to you on the surface, but we are still as greedy as we want behind the scenes. Otherwise, how can we support so many concubines...

Sorry, boss, I disappoint you.

"So, don't be sad for people like us. According to the rules set by Duke Wei, I should be

dragged to Caishikou and beheaded.

"Old Tang likes to drink. If you can survive, remember to pour him two more glasses of wine

every Qingming Festival...

"Finally, the last request... I, I don't want to die in a foreign land, take me back to Beijing..."

The spirit in Zhao Yinluo's pupils disappeared.

"Hey! "Governor Zhang sighed and blamed himself: "I was careless, I was careless..."

"What's the point of saying this now?"

Jiang Lvzhong said this with a smile, but the sadness in his eyes could not be hidden, and it

flowed out in a torrent of hot tears.

Meng Wu walked slowly and laughed happily: "To be honest, we don't actually plan to split

Yunzhou, support bandits, and hoard troops. It's just a dark chess piece to be prepared for any eventuality. It should be used when it is most needed, not now.

"Although Zhou's experience found out the problem with the account book, according to our plan, it's just to push Yang Chuannan out to take the blame.

"I didn't expect the Qi party to be so stupid and expose the secret of cooperation with us.

Invite you. "What surprised me even more was that a mere Tongluo could actually do this, completely

disrupting my plan. I had no choice but to attack you and occupy Yunzhou in advance. If you

want to hate someone, hate that Tongluo surnamed Xu. If it weren't for his bad deeds, you wouldn't have died.

"Now, you go ahead, I will pull that Tongluo out and kill him."

As soon as the voice fell, two strong winds suddenly came. Meng Wu raised his hand and

shattered the two cold arrows.

On the wall, there stood a tall and high-spirited Tongluo, holding the magic weapon military crossbow given by Song Qing of the Sitianjian, but now it has become a mortal object.

It can only shoot three times in its lifetime.

"Am I, Xu Qian'an, so shameless that you keep saying "that Tongluo"?" There was blood on his body, but it was other people's blood, and he had fought his way in.

After Xu Qian'an finished speaking, his eyes fell on the two dead silver gongs and the copper

gong that was seriously injured and could no longer fight. His cynical and detached temperament suddenly settled.

His eyes were dark and his face was expressionless.

....

At the west gate, a silver light fell from the sky and was nailed to the city wall with a bang.

Broken bricks flew everywhere and dust was raised.

Wearing fish scale soft armor, a high ponytail, and a scarlet cloak behind her, Li Miaozhen

stood on the gun barrel and stared at the soldiers with bows and arrows.

He said in a deep voice: "Why close the city gate?"

Number three.....Xu Qian'an was right. The city gate was indeed closed, but Li Miaozhen did

not rashly break into the city and kill people. He personally came to the top of the city to

question. "Clang..." A general drew his sword and pointed at Li Miaozhen: "Kill without mercy." He didn't even explain, and just started.

Then there was nothing to say, Li Miaozhen's eyes were instantly sharp.

Bang bang... Dozens of arrows shot at Li Miaozhen with the clear sound of the bowstring

vibrating.

She didn't dodge, she slapped the brocade bag, and a stream of cold wind came out, entangled

the arrows, and changed their flying rules.

The arrows brushed past Li Miaozhen, and the archers became masters of human body

outlining.

"Keng!"

The flying sword on Li Miaozhen's waist was unsheathed, turning into a silver lightning

whistling, wandering across the necks of the soldiers guarding the city, wantonly harvesting

lives.

Da Da Da... dense horse hoof sounds came, and the Feiyan Army galloped over, with dust and smoke rolling.

Four centurions of the Bronze Skin and Iron Bone Realm led the squad leaders of the Refining

Spirit Realm to kill on the top of the city, cooperating with Li Miaozhen's flying sword to harvest the soldiers guarding the city.

"Master, you haven't used the flying sword for a long time..." The female ghost Su Su landed lightly on the gun barrel and hugged Li Miaozhen's waist from behind.

This flying sword was a magic weapon given to Li Miaozhen by the Taoist Tianzong. It was

rarely used at ordinary times, but every time it was unsheathed, it meant that Li Miaozhen

was in a bad mood.

"I'm very angry." Li Miaozhen said.

"Is it because the governor was assassinated?"

"No, it's because of a bitch. "

Su Su frowned her pretty eyebrows, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Has she

forgotten that she is the Saint of Tianzong? The tenet of Tianzong is to forget about emotions, not happy or sad, but in the past few years since she came down the mountain, Li Miaozhen has become more and more impulsive and more and more jealous of evil. She has turned herself into a female hero Feiyan who is eager to do good for the public. A large part of the reason for the title of the female hero Feiyan is that this flying sword is as

light as a swallow and kills people without a trace. Secondly, she is eager to do good for the public. Wherever there is injustice, she will fly there.

The Feiyan Army once again demonstrated its invincible and fierce fighting power, quickly clearing the guards on the top of the city, and then a warrior with a bronze skin and iron bones

crashed into the city gate.

Li Miaozhen jumped up lightly, fell down, then held the spear, pulled it out with force, and

fell to the ground with it.

Under her leadership, the Feiyan Army rushed into the city.

...

"If you don't take the road to heaven, you will go to hell." After a brief moment of surprise,

Meng Wu burst into laughter.

Snap! Xu Qi'an jumped off the wall, holding the black and gold long knife given to him by the

prison warden, and gritted his teeth and said, "You are the one who should go to hell, you son of a bitch."

"Xu Ningyan, what are you doing here?" Jiang Luzhong's face changed drastically, "Are you

going to die? You can't save us, go, go quickly."

Can I still get away... Xu Qi'an thought.

He really couldn't get away, because Meng Wu locked him and was slowly clenching his fist.

The black smoke above his head was slightly swollen, as if he was accumulating power. "Ningyan, you..." Governor Zhang closed his eyes, "Why are you doing this."

Xu Qi'an didn't panic at all, and communicated with the monk Shenshu in his heart:

"Master, help me kill this man."

"Master?"

"Fuck, Master, are you still there? Don't play with me."

"Master, I'm a fucking idiot..."

The fist force came at his face, and the wind and thunder roared in his ears.

At that moment, a sigh spread throughout the venue: "Holding the moon and picking the

stars, there is no one like me in the world."

Under Xu Qian'an's feet, a pattern of arrays lit up, and a translucent barrier rose.

"Boom!"

The energy exploded on the surface of the barrier, and the explosion was deafening. The blue

bricks on the ground were lifted up at the first time, and the momentum was terrifying. The lobby of the Provincial Administration Office collapsed halfway with a rumble. After a long tinnitus, Xu Qian'an heard Jiang Luzhong's roar: "Yang Qianhuan, you are also in

Yunzhou, why did you stand by and watch, why didn't you take action just now?"

Xu Qian'an looked back suddenly and saw a figure in white standing with his hands behind his

back, his back to them.

He was not surprised at the appearance of Yang Qianhuan, and just wanted to say: You

damned ghost, you are finally here.

Xu Qian'an had long suspected that the sorcerer who abducted Liang Youping was a senior

brother of the Sitianjian, and it was most likely Yang Qianhuan.

As expected.

Why should I, Yang, explain to others what I have done in my life? This sentence came to Yang Qianhuan's mind, but he did not say it out loud. He sighed and explained:

"I came to Yunzhou on the orders of my master, and I was not here just now."

The task given to him by the supervisor was: to keep an eye on Xu Qian'an.

Wherever Xu Qian'an was, he was there. He was not at the scene when several silver gongs were killed.

"I will take you away." The array pattern under Yang Qianhuan's feet spread, covering Xu

Qian'an, Governor Zhang and others.

"Hmph!"

Meng Wu stepped on the cracked array pattern, "Yang Qianhuan, you are not qualified to save

people from me."

Yang Qianhuan's reply was: "Holding the moon and picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world."

"Arrogant!" Meng Wu's goat beard trembled, and he seemed angry.

"Will you leave?" Yang Qianhuan's voice sounded in Xu Qi'an's ears, "I can only take you

away. There are too many people, and the array pattern cannot be formed and will be

destroyed."

Xu Qi'an raised the corner of his mouth: "You have another way, take this guy away."

"There are hundreds of rebels outside." Yang Qianhuan warned.

"I know." Xu Qi'an replied.

After a short silence, Yang Qianhuan said: "Okay."

He stomped his feet hard, and the array pattern spread rapidly. This time, it only covered

Meng Wu. When he just reacted, the two disappeared from the spot.

"Take him out of the city to fight." Xu Qi'an shouted to the sky.

No reply was received.

Xu Qi'an brought the bodies of the two silver gongs into the hall and gently placed them at

Jiang Luzhong's feet, "Sorry, I'm late."

"You shouldn't have come." Jiang Luzhong said in a deep voice.

I came after all... Xu Qi'an wanted to play a joke, but when the words came to his lips, they

turned into a bitter smile.

The bronze gongs supported each other into the inner hall, meditated and breathed, and

healed their injuries.

Jiang Luzhong glanced at the surviving bronze gongs, and his eyes were somewhat relieved,

but the faint sound of fighting outside was coming to an end, which made him realize that

everyone was not out of danger. "What's the situation outside?" Governor Zhang looked outside the hall. "There are probably four or five hundred rebels. When I rushed in, the Tiger Guards had been

completely destroyed."

The bronze gongs opened their eyes, and their eyes were the same, full of despair. "Forget it, forget it..." Governor Zhang laughed bitterly: "It seems that there is no escape. I

have failed the emperor's grace and the trust of Duke Wei."

"You are not failing them, you are failing these three dead silver gongs." Xu Qiyan glanced at

him, stood up and walked to the door.

"Ning Yan, go, with your fighting power, you can get away from the back hall." Jiang Luzhong

urged with red eyes:

"Get out, hurry up, I will die here with my subordinates today. You are the one favored by

Duke Wei, if you die here, Duke Wei will dig my grave."

"There is hope, as long as we hold on, we will have reinforcements." Xu Qiyan saw the rebels

in his sight, they attacked.

He

looked back and bowed to Governor Zhang: "Governor is a good official. Although he has a

lot of bad intentions, he always puts the people first. I hate this world, but I am very happy to

see a good official like you. So I don't want you to die." He then bowed to Jiang Luzhong: "Jiang Jinluo is a good superior. He is good at drinking wine

at the Jiaofangsi. If there is a chance in the future, I will invite you to the Jiaofangsi again. If

you like any courtesan, just tell me. Fuxiang is not suitable." He looked at the bodies of the three silver gongs: "No matter what kind of people they were in their lifetime, at least they lived up to the name of night watchman when they died." Finally, he clasped his fists and raised them to the top of his head, "Duke Wei has been very

kind to me and treated me well everywhere. It doesn't make sense for me to rush to the front when enjoying the benefits and shrink back when encountering danger."

After speaking, he closed the door of the lobby. Jiang Luzhong was slightly moved and shouted hoarsely: "Ning Yan!"

A Tongluo trembled and murmured: "No, no, he is trying to reach the realm of refining

spirits, he can't hold on at all..."

Governor Zhang stood up tremblingly, and fell down when the weak wind blew, but he still

stood up firmly and bowed deeply to Xu Qi'an's back. They couldn't see the situation outside, but in the sound of bows and crossbows, in the sound

of weapons colliding, in the noisy shouts and killings, there came the passionate singing of

the

young

man: "The young man is chivalrous and makes friends with the heroes of the five cities. His heart is

open and his hair is standing. In the conversation, life and death are the same. A promise is

worth a thousand gold."

Xu Qi'an guarded the entrance of the courtyard, his hand raised and his sword fell, his hand

raised and his sword fell... He killed one rebel at a time, and killed two at a time. The armor was as fragile as paper in this long sword produced by the Supervisor, not to

mention flesh and blood.

At first, he felt uncomfortable and was full of fear about his hands being stained with blood,

but after killing so many people, he became numb.

The rebels were mostly ordinary people, with a few masters in the Refining Spirit Realm occasionally. For Xu Qiyan, who had a strong Qi and half a foot in the Refining Spirit Realm, it

didn't make much difference.

But he couldn't withstand the human wave tactics, and his own condition was really bad. After

killing more than a dozen people in one breath, Xu Qiyan gradually became exhausted, his stomach was churning, his arms were numb, and he lost consciousness. The most troublesome thing was the bow and crossbow. These things were densely shot, and

a knife couldn't withstand it at all.

Fortunately, there was a magic weapon copper gong tied to his chest, and ordinary swords, spears, swords and crossbows could not hurt him. Xu Qiyan tried his best to knock away the

cold arrows shot at his face, and let the rest go.

After beheading fifty people in one breath, Xu Qiyan reached the first limit. The Qi in his body

was exhausted, his eyes were black, and his spirit was like a dry pond. He would faint in the

next moment.

When he passed this limit, he was surprised to find that new springs gushed out of the dried-

up pond, nourishing the soul.

The surrounding scenery became clear, the soldiers' ferocious facial expressions, bulging

muscles, the trajectory of waving swords... All the details were accurately captured and

imprinted in his mind.

.... Is this the realm of soul refining, the realm of soul refining that can change everything

around?

No, it has not reached the limit yet, and it can continue to break through.

Live towards death!

Xu Qiyan suddenly understood what Monk Shenshu meant.

The sleepless and restless squeezing of the soul is itself a kind of living towards death. But it

is not enough. If the soul is likened to a piece of iron, the promotion of an ordinary warrior to

the realm of soul refining is equivalent to hitting it with a hammer only once.

What Xu Qiyan is doing now is repeatedly hammering and tempering the soul, breaking

through the limit on the edge of life and death again and again. After beheading 100 people, he faced the limit again. After forcing himself to get through it,

new springs gushed out, and his mental strength soared again. "No, I can't hold on any longer... You stinky monk, I'll give my life to you, don't play tricks on

me... I still have a large group of girls in the capital who are willing to help me..." After beheading 200 people in one breath, new springs did not continue to gush out, because Xu Qi'an died of exhaustion.

The rapid growth of the soul has nothing to do with the body. He squeezed the soul again and

again, and in fact, he squeezed the body again and again. The soul had new springs, but the body did not.

The killing god finally stopped swinging his sword and stood on his back. But the rebels did

not continue to attack. They held their swords, their faces were hideous, they were alert and

afraid, and they were scared of being killed. "Shoot him with a crossbow." A voice in the crowd shouted loudly. Bang... the bowstring vibrated, and the crossbow arrow shot out. I don't know if it was

because of exhaustion or nervousness, but the crossbow arrow originally aimed at the center

of the eyebrows was actually deviated and flew past Xu Qian'an's scalp.

But the rebels cheered.

"He's dead, he's dead... Hahahaha, this dog-day is finally dead."

"Chop him up, chop him up to avenge the brothers."

They rushed forward.

But at this moment, a flying sword broke through the air, circled the crowd, and killed several

soldiers in the front.

Then, four warriors who looked like gods and demons broke through the wall and led a group

of armored soldiers to kill in.

At this time, the rebels still had more than 300 people, but facing this sky-dropping surprise

force, they were no better than leeks. Lives were harvested one by one, soldiers fell one by

one, and the strong smell of blood was nauseating. After cleaning up the rebels, the Feiyan Army saw an unforgettable scene.

At the entrance of the courtyard, a young man stood proudly, his body full of arrows, and

there were corpses lying at his feet. He stood on the pile of corpses, leaning on a knife.

There was no breath of life.

Li Miaozhen, wearing a scarlet cloak, stood in front of him, and his back was a little lonely.

Originally full of resentment and anger, Li Miaozhen, who had imagined meeting him again

and must teach him a lesson, felt like a lump in his throat at this moment.

Li Miaozhen's eyes were red: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"Miao Zhen..."

A centurion came over, but his eyes stayed on Xu Qi'an.

"Hua La La." He stood straight on the spot, his scales colliding, and clasped his fists towards

Xu Qi'an.

Hua La La... The sound of scales colliding was heard, and more than 400 Feiyan soldiers

clasped their fists at the same time, in unison.

They didn't even know who the young man standing at the entrance of the courtyard was, or

what his name was. But they respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Go in and see if the governor is dead or alive."

Li Miaozhen's voice was a little hollow.

"Yes!"

The centurion bypassed Xu Qi'an and ran into the courtyard.

Behind the crowd, the stunningly beautiful Su Su stood quietly in the corner, staring at Xu

Qi'an in a daze.

"Are you stupid..."

Bang...

The centurion pushed open the door and saw the night watchman sitting cross-legged on the

ground, and saw Governor Zhang who was intact but pale.

Despair appeared on everyone's face. The centurion was stunned and said hurriedly: "I am a captain of the Feiyan Army, Li Hu, you

are saved."

Feiyan Army?!

The night watchmen looked at each other. Although they didn't understand why the Feiyan

Army appeared here, the shouting and killing outside had indeed stopped.

They were saved.

A desperate situation.

"Hu..." Governor Zhang staggered, and the tight string finally relaxed. He held the table hard

to prevent himself from falling.

"Where is Ning Yan..." Governor Zhang asked: "Where is the one outside, the Tongluo?"

The night watchmen who escaped death all looked over.

The captain suddenly dodged a little, not daring to look at their eyes. There was hope in their

eyes, and a desire to get good news from him.

"He... died in battle."

...

Governor Zhang rushed out of the hall and crossed the courtyard to Xu Qian'an.

But what he saw was just a broken human figure, with arrows and knife wounds all over his

body, without any signs of life.

For no reason, the boy's last chant echoed in his ears: The young man was chivalrous, and made friends with the heroes of the five cities. His heart

was full of anger, and his hair stood on end. In the conversation, life and death were the same.

A promise is worth a thousand gold. A promise is worth a thousand gold...

At this moment, the governor collapsed on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

Outside the city.

Rows of crossbows were fired, the sound of bowstrings echoed clearly, and cannons were fired

one after another, with deafening rumbles.

Under Yang Qianhuan's feet, array patterns lit up one after another, with different functions.

Sometimes the strong wind wrapped around the arrows to increase its penetration, or

changed the rules of operation to chase the enemy.

Sometimes it was to summon flames to increase the power of the explosion of the shells. Sometimes it was to summon thunder to kill the enemy.

"I am proficient in thirty-six kinds of formations, twenty of which are attack and killing

techniques. Killing an ant like you is just a snap of a finger." Yang Qianhuan snorted coldly:

"But if you take back what you said before..." "What did you say?"

Meng Wu, who had summoned the fighting spirit several times, was in a mess. Although he

was unparalleled in combat power, he could not reach Yang Qianhuan who had mastered the

teleportation formation.

"You just said that I wanted to save people from you, but it was not enough. Man, you

successfully aroused my anger."

"What if I take it back, what if I don't take it back."

"If you take it back, I will leave your body intact, if you don't take it back, you will turn people

into ashes. You wizards are not good at attacking and killing, and the battlefield with piles of

corpses is the wizard's home court. As for here, I have the final say."

"You can't stop me if I want to leave."

Meng Wu slapped the air, and the shells exploded. He was pushed back by the fanatical air

wave, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Now Governor Zhang and Jiang Luzhong are dead. When the army gathered in the mountains

arrives, you will have no choice but to flee back to the capital."

At this point, Meng Wu suddenly felt a palpitation. He frowned, retreated, and counted with

his

fingers.

For a fortune teller, palpitations mean a mysterious omen.

"How is it possible..." Meng Wu cried out in shock.

He calculated the danger, and the danger came from Jiang Luzhong. But he should be dead

now, without any chance of survival.

Before the action, he had made a divination, and the divination showed that everything would

go very smoothly today. But now, everything has changed.

The divination showed a great omen.

Who blocked the secret?

"Boom boom boom..."

At the end of the horizon, a figure rushed over. He was still in the distant horizon a moment

ago, and was right in front of him the next moment.

It was Jiang Luzhong with a hideous face and red eyes.

The violent energy surged like a sea tide, indicating the master's boundless anger.

...

Post station, hall.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were guarding the hall, and only a Tongluo was left

upstairs to guard the prisoners.

The two men's sabers were placed on the table, and no one spoke. They sat in silence, and this

atmosphere had lasted for half an hour.

Suddenly, the two ears moved together, and heard the sound of wheels rumbling, stopping at

the door of the post station.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao

grabbed their sabers and ran out. In the yard, they saw

Governor Zhang, the Tongluo, and Li Miaozhen with a high ponytail.

Their faces were engraved with sadness and they were silent.

"Where is Ning Yan? Where is Xu Ningyan?" Song Tingfeng looked around in the crowd and

did not see the figure of his colleagues.

"Outside." A Tongluo whispered.

Song Tingfeng's heart skipped a beat and he rushed out recklessly. Then, he saw Xu Qian'an in

the carriage outside the post station.

His face was covered with a robe. Song Tingfeng could recognize him because of the unique

knife.

Song Tingfeng stretched out his hand, trembling, and pulled off the robe.

Half an hour ago, the companion who was still full of energy, now had no expression, forever

gone.

Song Tingfeng stood there, with his head down, maybe for five or six seconds. Suddenly,

"Ah..." he howled heartbreakingly.

"My condolences..." A gong walked over with tears in his eyes.

"Get out!" Zhu Guangxiao kicked him out.

Song Tingfeng was still wailing there, "Fuck your mother's condolences, my brother is gone,

you want me to condole... Give me back my brother, give me back my brother... Aaaaa..."

...

In the gray world, Xu Qian'an saw the small temple again, where a handsome young monk was

sitting

cross-legged.

"Master..." Xu Qian'an said angrily, "I seem to be dead. I want to greet all the women in your

family. Is it convenient?"