Nightwatcher

The sound of shouting and killing immediately sounded, and the Huben Guard guarding outside fought with the traitors of Wucheng Bingmasi.

Clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

There are rebels in the distance, and dream witches in the near. This can be called a desperate situation, which makes the faces of all the fighters ugly, and their hearts sink to the bottom of the valley.

Fortunately, they are all watchmen with rich experience. They are used to bloodshed and fighting, and they are determined.

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

Jiang Lvzhong grabbed the other party's sleeve and wanted to say something, but that Yin Luo said before he could speak:

"Boss, I understand. Dream witches are not good at melee combat. As long as you don't get hair and flesh from him, he won't be able to use the spell to kill."

Tang Yinluo grinned and said, "That's right, boss. We can't beat fourth-rank warriors, so why not fourth-rank dream witches? That would be too embarrassing."

Seeing that their boss is so confident, the Tonggongs couldn't help but feel relieved.

Dream witches have weird methods and are not good at frontal combat. As Tongluo, they only know a thing or two about this.

To the gong's surprise, Jiang Luzhong didn't let go. The golden gong, who was usually like a god, couldn't even stand still, but he still grabbed the silver gong's sleeve tightly.

"Let's go!" Jiang Lvzhong said.

Zhao Yinluo turned around and said with a grin: "Boss, you tell us to take the governor away, that's not acceptable."

Jiang Lvzhong shook his head: "You can't leave with the governor, I let you go."

"Jiang Jinluo, how do you know you'll lose if you don't fight?" A Tongluo said, as if to cheer himself up, he said it loudly.

Zhao Yinluo yanked back his sleeve, causing Jiang Lvzhong to stagger.

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

In the end, the silver gong did not speak, but cupped his fists towards Jiang Lvzhong.

Zhao Yinluo raised the knife with one hand, took off the military crossbow at his waist with the other, and pulled the trigger. With a "bang" sound from the bowstring, the sharp arrow shot away angrily.

boom boom boom

The rest of the fighters raised their crossbows and fired tacitly.

The master who became a puppet growled and stood in front of the magistrate, letting the arrows shoot into his body, with the tips of the arrows protruding from his back.

"Die to me!"

Zhao Yinluo leaped high, and flew across more than ten feet amidst the sound of cracking blue bricks, the standard long knife in his hand burst out with air that distorted the air.

puff.

Wu Zuo puppet was cut in half on the spot, bloodlines danced wildly, trying hard to put him back together, but failed.

The magistrate of Mengwu nimbly avoided the blade light, and the sharp blade energy tore through the ground, spreading all the way to the steps at the entrance of the lobby, making a loud "bang".

The attack of the other two silver gongs followed, they leaned over and ran wildly, dragged afterimages, and cooperated with each other to kill the dream witch.

At the same time as the attack, information about the wizard system appeared in the minds of the two Yinluos.

There are occasional conflicts between Dafeng and the Witch God Sect, below the fourth rank, including the fourth rank's wizard information, which is very detailed in the watchman's yamen.

Ninth-rank wizards can refine strangers into puppets, supplemented by secret techniques to stimulate potential, burn blood essence, and let an ordinary person have extremely strong combat power in an instant. .

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

The ability mastered by the eighth-rank wizard is to curse, according to the birth date, close-fitting objects, and objects such as flesh and blood, to curse and kill the target person. Therefore, eight-level wizards are called "curse masters".

The advantage is that it is unpredictable and unpredictable.

The disadvantage is that it can only curse and kill targets whose realm is lower than its own.

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

Rank six wizards are called "Gua Masters", who are proficient in hexagrams, seek good fortune and avoid evil. A wizard in this realm can be described in two words: Steady, Gou!

To describe it in one sentence: as stable as an old dog.

You don't need to look at the almanac when you go out, you only need to count a hexagram to know the good or bad of today.

The fifth-rank wizard is called "Zhu Ji", who can summon the ancestor's war spirit through a ceremony, and possess himself. If the summoned war spirit is a warrior, then Zhu Ji is a warrior. If it is a Taoist priest, then the consecration is a Taoist priest, and so on.

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

The fourth-rank wizard is the realm of the prefect in front of him, a "dream witch", who walks in the dreamland and kills people invisible. The most effective way to meet a dream witch is not to sleep.

"If you don't give him a chance to set up a ceremony, and don't give him a chance to invite a battle spirit to possess him, you will win!" Zhao Yinluo encouraged himself.

At this time, he heard a murmuring voice, and turned his head suddenly to see that it was an ignored official. He cut his wrist and drew strange and complicated patterns on the ground with blood.

There are words in the mouth with obscure and profound syllables.

Zhao Yinluo's heart sank.

The next moment, a powerful energy was born from Zhifu's body, and a black smoke floated above his head, which was a vague figure.

At the same time, the blades of the two silver gongs slashed.

The long knife tore through his clothes, and slashed at Zhifu's body, making a piercing sound of metal clashing. The black smoke above his head shook for a moment.

Copper skin and iron bones.

"Who told you that the ritual must be arranged by the wizard himself? In fact, puppets can also be used."

The dream witch with the face of the magistrate sneered, raised his hand, and grabbed the necks of the two silver gongs.

With a "click", the two silver gongs died instantly.

Killing two silver gongs by a fourth-rank warrior is as easy as crushing two ants.

"Asshole!"

In the lobby, there was a heart-piercing roar, like the roar of an old beast on the verge of extinction.

It was the impotent and furious Jiang Lvzhong, his eyes were red and his face was distorted with anger.

The living Tonggongs were so frightened that they finally realized that the silver gongs were just boosting morale.

It is true that wizards are not good at melee combat, but the fourth rank is the fourth rank, and there is a gap in realm. The so-called not good at melee combat is compared to other systems of the same level.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhao Yinluo shouted loudly, and the trembling gongs were all excited.

At this moment, this Yin Luo, who is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, is still raising his saber, like a warrior who is ready to die.

"Two sticks of incense time, we have to fight for Jiang Jinluo's two sticks of incense time, it's still early." Zhao Yinluo shouted.

"Noisy."

But the reality is cruel, the dream witch disguised as the magistrate, raised his hand, gathered energy in the palm, and pressed down hard.

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

Including Zhao Yinluo, all the beating men were hit in the chest and vomited blood.

With just one move, all the beaters were defeated.

Jiang Lvzhong seemed to have understood all this for a long time. He closed his eyes, but he was not angry at this time, because everyone will meet in another world soon.

Meng Wu clenched his fist again, and the time to invite the war spirit to possess him was limited, so he didn't intend to talk nonsense with Jiang Lvzhong.

After all, the next step is the main event. To control Baidi City, summon bandits, and attack various prefectures and counties, Yunzhou must be brought down before the court reacts.

The Witch God Cult has plotted for several years, and today is the time to harvest the fruits.

With a punch, the air machine rubbed against the air, let out a Shenxiong roar, and hit the direction of the lobby.

A figure stopped in the middle, it was Zhao Yinluo, he clasped the long saber with both hands, lowered his waist, and slashed out with a roar.

This was supposed to be the pinnacle of his life.

The sword energy collapsed, the long knife shattered, and the copper gong on the chest was broken. The terrible air mechanism pushed Zhao Yinluo into the lobby, and the whole lobby shook.

Jiang Lu's heart was also shocked, he crawled over anxiously, and hugged his dying subordinate in his arms.

The moment he touched Zhao Yinluo, Jiang Lvzhong knew that he was helpless. Not a single bone in his body was intact, and so were his internal organs.

Si Tianjian may have a panacea to bring the dead back to life, but Yunzhou does not.

The reason why he didn't die immediately was probably Wu Fu's last stubbornness.

Zhao Yinluo has always been a very stubborn person, always insisting on going his own way, repeatedly disobeying Jiang Lvzhong's orders, just like shaking off his hand just now.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Jiang Lvzhong whispered.

Zhao Yinluo forced a smile on his blood-stained face, his gums were covered with blood, and he said intermittently: "Boss, I actually raised another concubine this year, she is eighteen years old, so young.

"But I'm afraid you know, so you didn't dare to keep it at home. You often call us a few silver gong secret meetings, and make repeated orders. Every year, the money you don't embezzle cannot exceed five hundred taels, and the extortion by traffickers and pawns cannot exceed ten yuan at a time, and the shops and restaurants cannot exceed three yuan at a time." money.

"Do you know, the few of us laugh at you in private, we have to formulate regulations for corruption, and you are the only one in the world. We, the silver gongs, listen to your words on the surface, but in fact we should be greedy or greedy behind the scenes. Otherwise, how could we afford so many concubines? Sorry, boss, I let you down.

"So, don't be sad for people like us, according to the rules established 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 year during the Qingming Festival

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

The spirit in Zhao Yinluo's pupils dissipated.

"Hey!" Governor Zhang sighed, and blamed himself: "This official is careless, this official is careless!"

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

Jiang Luzhong said this with a smile, but the sadness in his eyes couldn't be hidden, it flowed out violently and turned into hot tears.

Meng Wu came slowly and smiled happily: "To be honest, we don't actually plan to split Yunzhou, support bandits, and stockpile troops. It's just a hidden game to be prepared. It should be used when it is most needed, not This is now.

"Although the experience of the surnamed Zhou found out the account book problem, according to our plan, it is just to push Yang Chuannan to take the blame.

"I didn't expect Qi Dang to be so stupid, revealing the secret of cooperating with us. I recruited you.

"What surprised me even more was that a mere Tonggong could do this, which completely disrupted my plan. As a last resort, I can only attack you and occupy Yunzhou in advance. If you want to hate it, you must hate that Tonggong surnamed Xu." Come on, if it wasn't for his bad deeds, you wouldn't have died.

"Now, you take a step first, I will pull out that gong and kill it."

As soon as the words were finished, two strong winds suddenly came, Meng Wu raised his hand, and shattered the two cold arrows.

On the wall, stood a tall and high-spirited bronze gong, holding in his hand the magic weapon military crossbow presented by Si Tianjian Song Qing, but now it has become an ordinary thing.

It can only shoot three times in its life.

"I, Xu Qi'an, don't arrange noodles like this, one mouthful of "that gong"?"

There was blood on his body, but it was all other people's blood, which came all the way.

After Xu Qi'an finished speaking, his eyes fell on the two dead Yinluos, and on Tongluo who was seriously injured and could no longer fight, his cynical detachment quickly settled.

His eyes were dark and his face was expressionless.

At the west city gate, a silver light descended from the sky, nailed to the city wall with a bang, shattered bricks shot everywhere, and dust rose.

Wearing fish-scale soft armor, a high ponytail, and a scarlet cloak behind him, Li Miaozhen stood on the gun shaft, staring at the soldiers with bows and arrows.

Shen Sheng said: "Why close the city gate?"

That bitch No. 3 Xu Qi'an was right, the city gate was indeed closed, but Li Miaozhen didn't recklessly destroy the city and kill people, and came to the top of the city to question her.

"Qiang" a general drew out his sword and pointed at Li Miaozhen with the halberd: "Kill without pardon."

He didn't even explain, just started directly.

Then there is nothing to say, Li Miaozhen's eyes were sharp in an instant.

Amid the sound of Beng Beng's bowstring vibrating, dozens of arrows shot at Li Miaozhen.

She didn't dodge or dodge, with a slap of the kit, gusts of dark wind came out, entangled the arrows, and changed their flight rules.

The arrows passed by Li Miaozhen, and the archers became masters of human body strokes.

"Clang!"

The flying sword at Li Miaozhen's waist was unsheathed, turned into silver lightning and howled, swam past the necks of the city guards, wantonly harvesting lives.

There was the clatter of horseshoes, and the Feiyan army came galloping, and the dust and smoke billowed.

Four centurion commanders from the copper-skinned iron-bone realm led the chiefs from the god-refining realm to kill the top of the city, and cooperated with Li Miaozhen's flying sword to harvest the guards.

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

This flying sword is a magic weapon given to Li Miaozhen by the Taoist Tianzong. It is rarely used at ordinary times, but every time it is unsheathed, it means that Li Miaozhen is 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."

""

Susu frowned beautifully, hesitated to speak, did she forget that she was the saint of Tianzong? Tianzong's tenet is too forgetful, neither happy nor sad, but in the past few years after going down the mountain, Li Miaozhen has become more and more impulsive, and more and more jealous.

Forcibly mistaken himself for a heroine Feiyan who is eager for justice.

A large part of the reason for the title of Feiyan Lady is that this flying sword is as light as a swallow, killing people without a shadow. The second is that she is eager for justice, and wherever there is injustice, she will fly there.

The Feiyan army once again demonstrated their invincible fighting power, quickly cleared the guards at the top of the city, and then, a warrior with copper skin and iron bones smashed open the city gate.

Li Miaozhen jumped up lightly, then fell down, then grabbed the spear, pulled it out forcefully, and fell to the ground together with it.

Under her leadership, the Feiyan army entered the city.

"Hell has no gate to cast." Meng Wu laughed out loud after being stunned for a moment.

Slap! Xu Qi'an jumped down from the wall, holding the black gold long knife that the prison was giving him, 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 Lvzhong's face changed drastically, "Are you going to die, you motherfucker, you can't save us, go, go quickly."

Can I still leave?” Xu Qi said in peace.

He really couldn't get away, because the dream witch had locked on to him, and was slowly clenching his fists, the black smoke above his head swelled slightly, as if he was accumulating strength.

"Ning Yan, you..." Governor Zhang closed his eyes, "Why are you doing this?"

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

"Master, quickly help me kill this person."

"Grandmaster?"

"Fuck, master, are you still here? Don't play with me."

"Master, I am a grass mud horse"

Fists rushed towards his face, and the wind and thunder roared in his ears.

At that time, a sigh spread throughout the audience: "Hold the moon and pick the stars, there is no one like me in the world."

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

"boom!"

The air machine exploded on the surface of the barrier, the explosion sound was deafening, and the blue bricks laid on the ground were set off immediately, and the momentum was terrifying.

Half of the lobby of the chief envoy collapsed with a bang.

After the long tinnitus passed, Xu Qi'an heard Jiang Luzhong's roar: "Yang Qianhuan, you are also in Yunzhou, why did you stand by and watch, why didn't you make a move just now?"

Xu Qi'an suddenly looked back, and saw a figure in white, standing with his hands behind his back, his back to them.

Regarding Yang Qianhuan's appearance, he was not surprised at all, he just wanted to say: You bloody ghost, you are finally here.

Xu Qi'an had suspected for a long time that the sorcerer who kidnapped Liang Youping was a senior brother of Si Tianjian, most likely Yang Qianhuan.

as expected.

I, Yang, have acted all my life, so why do I need to explain it to others? This sentence came to Yang Qianhuan's mind, but he didn't say it. He sighed and explained:

"I came to Yunzhou to be ordered by my teacher, so I was not here just now."

The task given to him by the supervisor is: take good care of Xu Qi'an.

Wherever Xu Qi'an is, he will be there.

He was not there when several silver gongs were killed.

"I'll take you away." Yang Qianhuan's formation pattern spread out, covering Xu Qi'an, Governor Zhang and others.

"snort!"

Meng Wu stepped on the crack pattern, "Yang Qianhuan, you are not qualified to save people in my hands."

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

"Arrogance!" Mengwu's goatee trembled, as if angry.

"Go or not?" Xu Qi'an heard Yang Qianhuan's voice transmission, "I can only take you away. If there are too many people, the pattern will be destroyed if it cannot be formed."

The corner of Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched: "You still have another way, take this guy away."

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

"I know." Xu Qi'an replied.

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

He stomped his feet vigorously, and the patterns spread rapidly. This time, only the Dream Witch was covered. When he just realized it, the two disappeared in place.

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

No reply was received.

Xu Qi'an brought the bodies of the two Yin Gongs into the lobby, and placed them gently at Jiang Lvzhong's feet, "Sorry, I'm late."

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

I'm still here Xu Qi'an really wanted to play tricks, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into a bitter smile.

The gongs helped each other into the inner hall, meditated and breathed, and healed the wound.

Jiang Lvzhong glanced at the surviving gongs, somewhat relieved in his eyes, but the faint sound of fighting outside had come to an end, which made him realize that everyone was not out of danger.

"What's the situation outside?" Governor Zhang looked out of the lobby.

"There are about four or five hundred rebels. When I came in, the Huben Guard was completely destroyed."

The gongs opened their eyes, and their eyes were the same, full of despair.

"That's all, that's all." Governor Zhang laughed miserably: "It seems that disaster is inevitable. I owe the emperor's favor and Duke Wei's entrustment."

"You don't owe them, what you owe is these three dead silver gongs." Xu Qi'an glanced at him, got up and walked to the threshold.

"Ning Yan, let's go. With your combat power, you can escape from the back hall." Jiang Luzhong urged with red eyes:

"Fuck off, hurry up, I died here today together with my subordinates. You are the man Wei Gong likes, if you die here, Wei Gong will dig my grave."

"There is hope. As long as we hold on, we will have rescuers." In Xu Qi'an's sight, he had already seen the figures of the rebels, and they attacked in.

He turned his head and cupped his hands towards Governor Zhang: "The governor is a good official. Although he has a lot of bad things, he always puts the people first in his heart. 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 his hands to Jiang Lvzhong: "Jiang Jinluo is a good superior, Jiaofangsi is good at drinking flower wine, if there is a chance in the future, I will invite you to Jiaofangsi, and which oiran you like just say that the fragrance is not good. "

He looked at the bodies of the three silver gongs: "No matter what kind of people they were in life, at least when they died, they did not live up to the word "beater."

Finally, he clasped his fists and raised them above his head, "Grand Wei treats me with great kindness, and treats me preferentially everywhere. When there is no reason to enjoy welfare, he rushes to the forefront, and shrinks back when he encounters danger."

After speaking, he closed the door of the lobby.

Jiang Luzhong was slightly moved, and shouted hoarsely: "Ning Yan!"

A Tonggong's mouth trembled, and he murmured: "No, no, he is attacking the realm of refining gods, and he can't hold it at all."

Governor Zhang stood up tremblingly, he would fall down as soon as the weak wind blew, but he still stood up firmly, and bowed deeply towards Xu Qi'an's back.

They couldn't see the situation outside, but amidst the sound of bows and crossbows firing, the sound of weapons colliding, and the noisy shouts of killing, the young man chanted passionately:

"Youth is chivalrous, making friends with Wuduxiong. His liver and gallbladder are hollow, and his hair grows up. In the middle of a conversation, life and death are the same. A promise is worth a thousand dollars."

Xu Qi'an stood guard at the entrance of the courtyard, with a knife in his hand and down, the rebels came one by one to kill one, and two came to kill one pair.

The armor is as fragile as paper in the long knife produced by the supervisor, let alone flesh and blood.

At first I still felt uncomfortable, full of fear of blood on my hands, but after killing a lot, I became numb.

Among the rebels, most of them are ordinary people, and occasionally there are a few masters of refining. For Xu Qi'an, who had a strong aura and half stepped into the realm of refining gods, there was actually not much difference.

But he couldn't stand the crowd tactics, and his own condition was really bad. After beheading more than a dozen people in one go, Xu Qi'an gradually became exhausted, his stomach was overwhelmed, his arms were numb, and he lost consciousness.

The most troublesome thing is the bow and crossbow. These things are so densely packed that they cannot be carried by a knife at all.

Fortunately, there is a bronze gong tied to his chest, so casual swords, guns, swords and crossbows can't hurt him, so Xu Qi'an tried his best to take the cold arrows that flew towards the front door, and left the rest alone.

After beheading fifty people in one go, Xu Qi'an reached the first limit, his body's energy was exhausted, his eyes were blackened, his spirit was like a dry pond, and he would pass out in the next moment.

When he survived this limit, he was surprised to find that a new spring gushed out of the dry pond, nourishing the primordial spirit.

The surrounding scenery became clear, and all the details of the soldiers' ferocious facial expressions, bulging muscles, and the trajectory drawn by waving their swords were accurately captured and imprinted in their minds.

This is the realm of refining the gods, the realm of refining the gods that can see everything around?

No, we haven't reached the limit yet, and we can continue to break through.

Live to die!

Xu Qi'an suddenly understood what Monk Shenshu meant.

Squeezing the primordial spirit without rest, is itself a kind of life towards death. But it's not enough. If the Primordial Spirit is compared to a piece of iron embryo, ordinary warriors can be promoted to the realm of refining gods, which is equivalent to hitting the hammer only once.

What Xu Qi'an is doing now is repeatedly beating, tempering the primordial spirit, breaking through the limit time and time again on the edge of life and death.

After beheading a hundred people, he faced the limit again. After holding on to it, a new spring burst out, and his mental power advanced by leaps and bounds again.

"It can't be done, I can't hold on to the stinky monk, I will leave this life to you, don't play me, I have a lot of girls in the capital who have figured it out."

After beheading two hundred people in one go, the new spring did not continue to flow out, because Xu Qi'an died of exhaustion.

The rapid growth of the primordial spirit has nothing to do with the physical body. He squeezed the primordial spirit again and again, but in fact he squeezed the flesh again and again. There was a new spring gushing out from the primordial spirit, but the flesh did not.

The killing god finally stopped swinging his knife and stood leaning on it. But the rebels did not continue to attack. They held their swords, their faces were ferocious, vigilant, and fearful. They were terrified of being killed.

"Shoot him with a crossbow bolt," shouted a voice from the crowd.

The bowstring vibrated, and the arrows shot out. I don't know whether it was due to exhaustion or nervousness, but the arrows originally aimed at the center of the eyebrows were deflected and flew past Xu Qi'an's scalp.

But the rebels cheered.

"He's dead, he's dead hahahaha, this bastard is finally dead."

"Chop him, chop him to avenge your brothers."

swarm.

But at this moment, a flying sword came through the air, slashed around the crowd, and beheaded the soldiers at the front.

Immediately afterwards, four warriors who looked like gods and demons broke through the wall and led a group of soldiers to kill in.

At this time, there were more than 300 rebels in the army, but they were no better than leeks when facing this army of heavenly soldiers. Lives were harvested one by one, soldiers fell one by one, and the strong smell of blood was disgusting.

After clearing out the rebels, the Feiyan army witnessed a scene that they will never forget.

At the entrance of the courtyard, a young man stood proudly, his body was full of arrows, and there were corpses lying at his feet. He stood on the mountain of corpses, leaning on a knife.

There is no breath of life.

Standing in front of him, Li Miaozhen, who was wearing a scarlet cloak, looked a little lonely from the back.

Originally full of resentment and anger, Li Miaozhen, who had fantasized about meeting him again and sternly teaching him a lesson, felt like a stick in her throat at this moment.

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

"Miaozhen"

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

"Huh la la." He stood upright on the spot, his scales collided, and he clasped his fists towards Xu Qi'an.

There was a crashing sound of scale armor colliding, and more than 400 Feiyan soldiers clasped their fists at the same time, in uniform.

They didn't even know who the boy standing at the entrance of the courtyard was or what his name was. But they respect from the heart.

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

Li Miaozhen's voice was slightly hollow.

"yes!"

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

Behind the crowd, Susu, who was overwhelmed by the country and the city, stood quietly in the corner, staring at Xu Qi'an in a daze.

"Are you stupid"

bang bang

The centurion pushed open the door and saw the watchman sitting cross-legged on the floor, and Governor Zhang who was intact but pale.

There was despair on everyone's face.

The centurion was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said: "I'm going to Feiyan Army Baihu, Li Hu, you are saved."

Feiyan army? !

The watchmen looked at each other in blank dismay. Although they didn't understand why the Feiyan army appeared here, the shouting and killing outside did stop.

They are saved.

Survival from a desperate situation.

"Huh..." Governor Zhang staggered, his tense strings finally relaxed, and he held on to the table hard to prevent himself from falling.

"Where's Ning Yan?" Governor Zhang asked, "Where's that one outside, that Tong Gong?"

The watchmen who escaped from death all looked over.

Baihu suddenly dodged a little, not daring to look into their eyes. There was hope in their eyes, and the desire to get good news from their own mouths.

"He died in battle."

Governor Zhang scrambled out of the lobby, walked through the courtyard, and came to Xu Qi'an.

But what he saw was just a broken human figure, full of arrows and knife wounds, without any signs of life.

For no reason, the boy's last chant echoed in his ears:

The young man is chivalrous, and he makes friends with Wuduxiong. Liver and gallbladder hole, hair towering. In the conversation, life and death are the same. A promise is worth a thousand dollars.

A promise is worth a thousand dollars

At this moment, the governor sat on the ground slumped, crying.

outside the city.

Rows of bed crossbows fired, and the sound of bowstrings echoed clear and clear, and artillery was fired, and the rumbling sound was deafening.

Array patterns lit up under Yang Qianhuan's feet, with different functions. Sometimes the arrows were engulfed by the wind to increase their penetration, or to change the operating rules to chase the enemy.

Sometimes it is to call in flames to increase the power of the shell explosion. Sometimes it is purely summoning thunder to kill the enemy.

"I am proficient in thirty-six formations, twenty of which are attacks and kills. I can kill you, an ant, with just a snap of my fingers." Yang Qianhuan snorted coldly:

"But if you take back what you said before"

"What words?"

Meng Wu, who had summoned the battle spirit several times, was in a mess. Although he was unparalleled in combat power, he couldn't touch Yang Qianhuan, who had mastered the teleportation formation.

"You just said that I am not qualified to save people in your hands. Man, you have successfully aroused my anger."

"So what if you take it back, so what if you don't take it back."

"If you take it back, you will keep your whole body. If you don't take it back, you will be turned into ashes. You wizards are not good at attacking and killing. The battlefield where corpses pile up like mountains is the home field of wizards. As for this, I have the final say."

"I can't stop you if I want to go."

Meng Wu slapped across the air, and the cannonball exploded. He was pushed back by the fanatical air wave, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"Governor Zhang and Jiang Lvzhong are dead now. When the army hoarded in the mountains arrives, you will have to flee back to the capital in desperation."

Having said this, Meng Wu suddenly felt a palpitation. He frowned, and while stepping back, he pinched his fingers and calculated.

For Gua Shi, heart palpitations mean a dark omen.

"How is it possible?" Meng Wu cried out in surprise.

He counted the danger, and the danger came from Jiang Lvzhong. However, he should have died now, without any chance of life.

Before the action, he made a divination, and the divination showed that everything would be very smooth today. But counting now, everything has changed.

The hexagrams show that it is a bad omen.

Who blocked the secret?

"boom boom boom"

At the end of the horizon, a figure rushed towards him. One moment he was still far away in the sky, and the next moment he was close at hand.

It was Jiang Lvzhong with a ferocious face and red eyes.

The berserk energy was surging like a sea tide, showing the master's boundless anger.

Station, lobby.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao stayed in the hall, and only one gong was left upstairs to guard the prisoners.

The sabers of the two were placed on the table, neither of them spoke, they sat silently, this atmosphere has been maintained for half an hour.

Suddenly, the ears of the two moved together, and they heard the sound of wheels rattling, and stopped at the gate of the post station.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao grabbed their sabers and ran out. In the yard, they saw Governor Zhang, the gongs, and Li Miaozhen with a high ponytail.

Sadness etched on their faces, they were silent.

"Where's Ningyan? Where's Xu Ningyan?" Song Tingfeng looked around in the crowd, but he didn't see his colleague.

"Outside," whispered a gong.

Song Tingfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed out recklessly. Then, he saw Xu Qi'an in the carriage outside the post station.

A robe was covering his face, and Song Tingfeng could recognize him because of the distinctive knife.

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

Half an hour ago, he was still a lively companion, but now he has no expression, forever.

Song Tingfeng stood there with his head down, maybe for five or six seconds. Suddenly, "Ah" howled heart-piercingly.

"Sorrow" a gong walked over with tears in his eyes.

"Get out!" Zhu Guangxiao kicked him flying.

Song Tingfeng was still wailing there, "I'll go to your mother's condolences, my brother is gone, you let me mourn you and return my brother, return my brother!"

In the gray world, Xu Qi'an saw the small temple again, and there was a handsome young monk sitting cross-legged in the temple.

"Master" Xu Qi'an said in grief and indignation: "I seem to be dead. I want to greet the women in your family. Is it convenient?"

PS: This chapter has 9,000 words, and three chapters are combined into one.

Last night I coded, coded and fell asleep. I got up at 5:30, washed my face, and continued to code. Because of the plot, it is not easy to break chapters. It is best to read continuously to have a reading experience. So I thought, let's just finish writing in one go. So I wrote nine thousand words.

Well, at the end of the next chapter, the Yunzhou case is over. Go back to the capital to soak up the princess.

Remember to help me catch the worm, I went to catch up on sleep.