Gamers Are Fierce

More than 20 Bailian cultists fled in embarrassment in the twists and turns, and barely resisted Wu Dewei's cavalry and soldiers.

These white lotus cultists belonged to the private army of the wide-eyed guardian of the law. The city of Luzhou, which only arrived yesterday, specially came to assist Luzhou sub-rudder to **** auspiciousness.

They were originally stationed in a private house in the west of the city, waiting for the signal from Luzhou Sub-rudder to steal Xiangrui before covering them to escape the city gate. I didn’t want to wait all night for the signal. Instead, I heard several explosions coming from the city.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Dewei Tiqi led a large number of officers and soldiers to the door.

There are many people on the other side.

The Bailian cultivators rushed to fight, and a dozen brothers died as soon as they fought. They had to escape from the stronghold and rely on the alleys to deal with Wu Dewei.

"Damn it!"

A gentle-faced young man who was faintly guarded by the crowd in the middle of the team said angrily: "Song Jie, what the **** did this gang of trash do not succeed!? If you let me catch him, he must be chopped up. pig!"

This feminine youth is the son of Guangmu Dharma, named Gongyanghan.

In the hearts of this fanatical group of white lotus cultivators, they are the objects that need their lives to defend.

They did so.

Zheng——

The airtight rain of crossbow arrows shot from afar,

A brawny bald man with four steel knives and black patterns on his whole body took the initiative to stop behind the team, and danced his blades vigorously against the rain of arrows.

Four swiftly dancing steel knives, shining brightly in the moonlight,

The blade drove the wind, rolled up the dust on the ground, and condensed into a fuzzy ball.

The crossbow arrows that struck were dragged by the wind, attracted to the ball, and hit the blade.

Accompanied by the pleasant tinkling sound, all the crossbow arrows were twisted into fragments, and the arrow clusters were scattered on the ground.

"Huh, huh..."

The brawny bald man slowly lowered his arms, his eyes were red, "Go!"

He roared at his fellow robe behind him without looking back, his slightly trembling palms were already cracking, dripping dripping blood.

"Humph."

The middle-aged Tiqi riding on a horse with a beard, saw the scene in front of him, sneered, and waved his palm, "Let's release an arrow."

Another rain of arrows struck, and the bald-headed man cut down more than 20 arrows, and finally retreated after exhaustion, and four steel knives fell to the ground.

The body with black tattoos was stabbed into a gourd by arrows.

His sacrifice only delayed the horse hooves of the horses a little. The fireworks rising around had attracted more and more officers and soldiers to encircle here.

The thirsty riders can even hung far behind in time, using only crossbow arrows to consume the enemy’s energy.

After all, it was only a matter of time before these White Lotus cultists were caught.....

"Little Lord--"

A screaming scream came from a distance, and the Bailian Cult and Wu Deweiti looked up.

I saw several people in black robes, stepping on the tiles of the house and running towards this side.

The leader is Song Jie, the rudder master of the Bailian School of Luzhou Sub-rudder.

"Little Lord?"

Hu Ti raised her eyebrows on her cheeks, and could be called the "Young Master" in the White Lotus Sect.

Either the Son of the Holy Son, or the son of a protector or commander,

Luzhou belongs to the area under the jurisdiction of the Law Protection Law, so the young master mentioned by the other party should be his son...

"Okay! I caught a big fish."

Tiqi's eyes flashed, and with a wave of his palm, he led the team to chase forward.

The pressure on the chased Bailian cultists increased sharply,

I cursed in my heart, wishing to tear Song Jie to pieces,

The identified Gong Yang Han's face turned blue and purple, his pale palms clenched into fists, and creaked.

"Young Master! The veteran is too late to save him, so I will die!"

Song Jie led people stepping on the bricks and tiles of the house and running wildly along the roof,

While avoiding Tic Riding Arrows and shooting, there was still enough energy to shout at the Bailian Cult below: "Young Master, Young Master, are you there, Young Master?

Please reply when you hear it. Please reply when you hear it. "

The feminine young man almost squirted blood out, would you die if you didn't speak? Shouting so loudly and eager to give a funeral for the Lord?

He remained silent,

However, on the top of the building, Song Jie still refused to give up, "Young Master, why don't you speak, Young Master? Did someone hold you hostage?"

Song Jie paused and said in a low voice, "Huh? I seem to be mistaken? Young Master is not there?"

Correct! You read it wrong! Get out now!

Gong Yang Han thought silently in his heart that if it weren't for the situation right now, he would have liked to personally shoot and kill Song Jie.

"Wait! I saw it!"

Song Jie shouted excitedly: "The young master is wearing a white robe!"

? ? ?

An indescribable expression appeared on Gong Yang Han's face, and the Tiqirs who were chasing behind were even more excited, and another burst of denser arrow feathers struck towards the center of the Bailian Cult.

Gong Yang Han had killed Song Jie thousands of times in his heart, and finally he quickly took off his white robe and threw it to his subordinates next to him to put on the white robe.

"Eh?"

Song Jie, who was still running wild on the top of the building, was taken aback for a while, squinted his eyes and observed for a while, then shouted again: "The one with the whitest complexion is the young master!"

you!

Gong Yang Han only felt his throat tighten, his eyes flushed, and the hatred in his eyes almost came out.

"Little Lord..."

The old man beside him silently took out a handful of black ash from his arms, Ram Han gritted his teeth and wiped the black ash on his face.

Quietly, he exchanged positions with his subordinates and placed himself at the forefront of the team.

"The one without the beard is the young master!"

Gong Yang Han glued himself the fake beard passed by his subordinates.

"The one six meter tall is the young master!"

The several congregants who were able to shrink bones beside Gong Yang Han twisted their bones and adjusted their height to be consistent with Gong Yang Han.

Song Jie kept shouting loudly,

The ti riders riding horses shortened the distance between them and the Bailian cultists at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sooner or later, he will be caught up.

The hearts of the Bailian Sects are ashamed. If they are facing ordinary officers and soldiers, they may be able to take the people in the houses on both sides of the street at this time as hostages.

I hope the other party can throw a rat avoidance device and give them some breathing space.

However, it was Wu Dewei Tiqi who was chasing now, and even the people of Luzhou who died many times would not negotiate and mediate with the Bailian cult.

Brush and pull——

The sound of the chain dragging on the bluestone road was heard in front,

The Bailian Sect members were stunned to find that there was a heavy black chain across the three roads in mid-air ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and dense yellow paper talisman urns were pasted on the chain.

Tiqi and officers and soldiers with torches appeared on the streets in the four directions of front, back, left, and right, completely surrounding the Bailian people.

Could it be that today is going to die here...

A desperate mood rose from the bottom of Ram Han's heart, his feminine and handsome face was cruel and distorted, like a fierce beast being driven to a dead end.

"Let go!"

Hu Ti rode his cheeks and shouted, the dense crossbow arrows falling from all directions.

"I see who dares to harm my young master!"

Song Jie yelled loudly, smashed the roof tiles with one foot, fell downstairs, slapped eight doors of the house with one palm, and made the wooden door fly out, barely blocking most of the arrows in the air.

"Subordinates are late for help!"

Song Jie loyally shouted to Gong Yang Han outside the door: "Young Master, come in! There is a secret road leading to the underground!"