I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Hui Tianyu and the two turned their heads to look at the old man in black.

I saw the Daming Palace in the center of the city, and at this time, there was a light shining.

The old man in black looked solemn and said, "This old slave deserves to die for disturbing His Majesty Qingxiu."

He turned and looked out of the city.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment, this old slave will deal with these ants."

"No need."

In the Daming Palace, an ethereal and majestic voice sounded.

The tone is calm and waveless, the volume is not loud, but it echoes from the bottom of my heart.

Hui Tianyu and the two were stunned again, at a loss.

The old man in black stood on the spot with his hands folded respectfully: "I would like to obey His Majesty's edict."

Hui Tianyu and the two were surprised to find that the black-clothed old man who gave people an unfathomable feeling seemed to be showing fear and panic at this moment.

The old man in black didn't move, and the situation outside the city became more and more critical.

Du Kun gathered the morale of thousands of troops and added murderous aura to his body, and his punches were shocking.

With each punch, there is an illusory scene floating faintly, presenting a frightening scene of thousands of troops charging together.

The illusory army formation attacked together, guns and crossbows were fired, and the blood mist scattered in the air by the blood shadow old devil was instantly shattered and defeated.

Du Kun performed the martial arts on the battlefield, which was established in the Eastern Tang Dynasty when the country was established in the past, and was developed by Du Kun, with a solid foundation and rapid changes.

Driven by him, the morale of the Eastern Tang army also increased.

Even though the city of Chang'an is majestic ahead, the soldiers of the Tang army are fearless, full of fearless belief in winning the first battle.

"You and your party will perish."

Xuanwu General Du Kun's face was as cold and hard as a rock, and he looked past the blood shadow old devil to the distant city:

"This city will commemorate my son Yifan, and the rebels inside and outside the city are all the meritorious service of my Tang soldiers!"

Tang Jun shouted in unison, and even began to ignore the fleeing people outside the city, and turned to Chang'an City.

Du Kun threw another punch, which was like a galloping army of thousands of horses.

At this moment, the illusory army and the real Tang army seemed to be one.

The hot and surging masculine blood energy was like a sea of ​​flames, and the phantom of the blood phoenix transformed by the blood shadow old devil hardly dared to approach.

As soon as he got close, smoke would rise from his body, as if he was about to be set on fire.

On the head of Chang'an City, the big man named Wenhu and Hui Tianyu were very anxious.

When he was at a loss, Wen Hu's figure suddenly floated up.

The next moment, he turned into a golden light and flew out of the city like a cannonball.

The golden light cluster blasted towards Du Kun like a meteorite hitting the ground!

Amidst the deafening crash, a figure flew backwards in mid-air.

It is Du Kun, the commander-in-chief of the Tang Army!

The Tang army charging below had no time to react, and was still approaching Chang'an City.

After a while, everyone slowed down, first confused, then shocked, and finally in an uproar.

Everyone was on guard, while guarding against the golden light flying out of Chang'an City, while pointing their spears at the sky.

There, after Jin Guang knocked Du Kun back, he stopped and hung in the air, and Wen Hu's tall figure reappeared.

It's just that his own expression was also full of bewilderment and astonishment.

Du Kun narrowed his eyes.

The blood shadow old devil also showed surprise.

They recognized that the person who came was the young warrior who led the refugees to break through the encirclement.

It can be seen that the other party intends to cover up the origin of the master's background so as to hide part of his strength, but his true level is by no means so high.

What made him reborn?

A figure of a person immediately appeared in the old blood shadow's mind.

Du Kun also looked past the big man to Chang'an City.

"Is that your response? Using this kid as a puppet? Stupid and arrogant."

He raised his hand, made a fist with five fingers, and struck forward.

Masculinity and blood once again gather thousands of troops.

But this time, the illusory army suddenly began to change,

Layers unfolded, like a tiger roaring at a mountain.

Thousands of soldiers' killing fists evolved into tiger howling formations, and the murderous spirit was raised to a higher level.

At the same time as Du Kun gave the order, his lieutenants and the commanders of the battalions and school lieutenants immediately took action to command the army to change formation.

The whole team is neat and uniform, and cooperates with Du Kun, the commander-in-chief, as if they are one.

"Hide behind your back and play tricks, watch me catch you out!"

Du Kun first waved his hand, intending to sweep away the enemies blocking the way in front of him, and then went straight to Chang'an City.

To capture a thief, you must first capture the king...

He had just turned halfway through his thoughts when he suddenly got stuck.

Because he waved his hand, but failed to sweep away Wen Hu in front of him.

As soon as the opponent raised his hand, he lightly blocked his blow, and his tall body stood firmly in midair, motionless.

On the contrary, it was Du Kun who was so shocked that half of his body went numb, and he fell back again.

The momentum of rushing towards Chang'an City was also directly strangled in the bud.

Wen Hu was more astonished than Du Kun.

At this moment, he felt that his body no longer belonged to him.

The tall man watched him raise his hand and clenched his fist, as if he was watching other people's movements.

Then, he watched himself punch straight.

This fist pierced through the illusory thousands of horses and horses in front of him, like punching through a painting.

The image of soldiers and horses formed by the condensation of Du Kun's qi and blood is like a reflection in the water at this moment, raising ripples and trembling non-stop.

After Wenhu's fist passed through, there was a fierce wind that turned into a storm, sweeping away Du Kun's soldiers and horses.

His fist collided head-on with Du Kun's.

Du Kun's pupils shrank suddenly.

The right fist he struck broke a series of fractures, and his flesh was bloody in an instant.

Before he could even feel the pain, the opponent's fist moved forward, hitting his chest.

Du Kun almost subconsciously raised his other hand to cover his chest.

But completely useless.

In the next instant, he flew upside down in mid-air.

Wen Hu who punched was startled himself.

The Tang army below shouted loudly, including many martial arts fighters of the Xuanwu Central Army, they all drew their bows and crossbows, aiming at the Wenhu above.

A chain of arrows flew towards Wenhu like a storm.

Wen Hu was about to dodge, but his body kept moving.

He stared dumbfounded at himself throwing punches.

Every punch is like a thunderbolt, exploding the space in front of him.

A series of thunderclaps knocked away all the oncoming storm and arrows.

Everyone looked in horror, and saw behind Wen Hu, there seemed to be a taller body looming, like a god.

In the sky above Chang'an City in the distance, there seemed to be an identical figure floating, covering the sky and the earth.

Under the shadow of the god, the refugees who had previously fled like frightened prey suddenly glowed.

The crowd suddenly counterattacked and killed the Tang army.

The situation of both sides was reversed in an instant.

Tang Jun didn't expect that the hungry people who were frightened, emaciated and without any fighting power at the moment before became more fierce than those warriors of the Black Tortoise Army at this moment, and were instantly killed and wounded.

They wanted to stabilize their position and fight back, but they saw that the people who had advanced into the city also rushed out of Chang'an City at this time and launched a countercharge.

These common people seemed to be protected by gods and Buddhas, ignoring the rain of arrows, and rushed into the Tang army's formation quickly.

Many people were at a loss, and even had fear of the army on their faces.

But then, they looked at the iron-clad butcher who chased and killed them just now, and couldn't hurt them any more.

Watching the opponent being knocked down and slashed to death by his ragged, yellow and emaciated self.

Looking at the previous god of death, he panicked and feared at this moment.

The mentality of the refugees has changed.

Their hatred and anger began to emerge.

Their eyes were bright.

There was the first person who shouted first:

"Chang'an!"

Then one after another someone shouted.

"Chang'an! Chang'an!"

In the end, everyone's voices gathered together, and the torrent of the crowd overwhelmed the Eastern Tang Army formation amidst their voices.

What made Tang Jun's morale collapse even more was their former pillar.

In mid-air, Wen Hu swept away the rain of arrows.

Then before he could decide what to do next, he found that he had already punched Du Kun for the second time, knocking Du Kun to the ground.

In Chang'an City, in Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun himself was leaning on the back of his chair calmly.

Leaning on the armrest of the seat with one hand, propping up his chin.

Lift the other hand, stretch out the index finger, and volley downward slightly.

In mid-air outside the city, with a shocked expression, Wen Hu himself swooped down quickly, catching up with Du Kun who was falling.

Then under Du Kun's unbelievable gaze, Wen Hu stepped heavily on his chest with both feet.

Step on him to the ground.

Smash the ground into a huge pit!