Tiandao doesn't work today

There were not many defenders in the treasury, and Yan Nu made such an unparalleled advance, so the rebels followed and rushed in.

After knocking over the arrow tower, Yan Nu had dozens of wooden thorns stuck in his body.

It looked like there were many arrows stuck in it, but in fact they were all stuck after the wooden arrow tower exploded, and he accidentally hit the wooden thorns and sawdust when he rushed through the air with a sudden blast.

But it's not too deep, so it doesn't matter.

"He is that monster! Use the talisman quickly!"

The group of scholars finally determined who the evildoer was. Although they did not feel the evil spirit, Yan Nu looked like this, what else could he be if he wasn't a evildoer?

The two armies were already strangled together, and they couldn't stop thinking about it.

Whispering, they rode in circles, waited for an opportunity to get close, and shot talisman arrows.

The arrow was wrapped in talisman paper and came through the air.

"Huh?" Yan Nu felt confused.

Facing the talisman arrows, he surged with energy and attacked the group of scholars.

"What? It's useless? Isn't this a spell?"

The paper talisman hurts the demon, and the talisman arrow breaks the spell.

They thought that the energy around Yan Nu was some kind of wind-controlling spell. After all, how could a mortal have such terrifying energy?

In this way, talisman arrows can break through it and tear apart such a magic barrier.

But they thought wrong. These ordinary energy shock waves could easily fly away the talisman arrows and even break them in mid-air.

"Use the talisman quickly!"

Seeing Yan Nu kill in front of him, his speed was too fast.

This group of scholars had no choice but to take out the talisman paper, infuse their whole bodies with zhenqi for body protection, and stick it to Yan Nu's body.

Yan Nu's body is now as hot as a soldering iron, and when the talisman is put on it, it immediately catches fire.

They even set their sleeves on fire, and Yan Nu used strong wind to move them. All the scholars were suddenly on fire, and they screamed in agony.

"Eat my cinnabar palm!"

There was also a master of death from the Zhang family, with cinnabar in his palms. He used up all his energy in one breath and slapped Yan Nu hard.

This palm, forty years of skill!

"Poof!" Then the master was hit by the force of the counterattack, his meridians were severed on the spot, his seven orifices bled, and he died suddenly.

"It doesn't work! Get out! Get out!"

The few scholars who had not yet come up, patted their horses and ran away.

While running, he also threw talismans behind him.

"Come and stop me!" Yan Nu roared and chased after him.

A scholar at the back looked back and saw Yan Nu coming at him like a fireball. He quickly jumped on his horse to escape for fear of being hit to death.

But he jumped hastily, his feet were still hooked in the stirrups, and he immediately grabbed the ground with his head, his brains burst and he died.

"Eh?" Yan Nu didn't expect that he committed suicide.

Seeing that the war horse was still dragging the body, he didn't want to kill the horse, so he slowed down with a fierce blast.

As a result, he just sat on the horse.

"Tsk..." Yan Nu's body was hot, and the saddle instantly caught fire!

"咴咴咴!" The war horse neighed as his butt was burned, and it galloped wildly.

Yan Nu immediately calmed down his energy, his body gradually recovered, and he pulled out the burning saddle and threw it away.

As a result, his body became unstable and he almost fell.

He quickly held the gun under his arm and grasped the reins with both hands.

The war horse was in pain and ran very fast, catching up with the fleeing scholars in front of it.

When the scholars saw him chasing after him on horseback, they scattered the talismans again.

Yan Nu was fine, but because he lacked the energy to roar, the talisman got stained by Feng Junyou!

The ghost body and the talisman touch, and the two melt together like rain and snow.

"Wow!" The old ghost screamed and hurriedly got into the copper contract to escape.

"Old ghost!" Yan Nu became anxious, immediately released his right hand, held the black iron spear, and stabbed and flicked the man in the back of the heart.

After using a little bit of Qi, the scholar puffed and rolled off the horse, spurting blood.

"So this is how horseback riding works... it's quite fast." Yan Nu found that he could sit still even while holding the reins with one hand.

The horse was frightened, but it didn't buck. It just kept running forward with a very stable rhythm.

So Yan Nu followed the bumps and suddenly felt that it was much more comfortable than Hengkong Liebo, and it was quite exciting.

The fierce blast in the sky will make him very uncomfortable. Firstly, he can't hear the sound clearly and can't see the distance clearly. Secondly, the air pressure is very high and his head is buzzing.

Although the energy stimulated by the true energy will not hurt him, he will feel severe pain when he hits ordinary air or dust.

As a result, Yan Nu rode his horse and kept passing over the fleeing scholars.

"puff!"

"laugh!"

He was smashing or stabbing, swiping left and right, shooting one at a time, becoming more and more comfortable.

Coming out of the treasury, Yan Nu chased him along the street.

The common people were frightened and huddled on the roadside, watching the scholars flee in panic.

They didn't know what was going on. Why were these scholars so embarrassed? Could it be that barbarians had invaded the city?

Immediately afterwards, he saw a young man, covered in tatters, bleeding from a wooden thorn, and dusty, coming over with a gun.

Wherever it passed, there was a faint howling of strong wind, and when the spear was flicked, there was a cold light.

The scholars were overtaken one by one and killed until they were knocked off their backs and fell into a pool of blood.

The crazy war horse trampled over and roared away, carrying the even crazier boy.

As he watched, he killed all the Zhang family's scholars and rushed straight into the noble and elegant Zhang Mansion.

"are you crazy?"

"Dare to kill a nobleman of the Zhang family?"

"Is it a rebellion?"

The people looked at the corpses on the ground and asked the women and children to hide in their homes.

But there were also brave men who took the opportunity to rush forward and pull the Zhang family's brocade clothes.

The family is too poor. Although it may cause trouble, how can the family survive if they don't work hard?

Seeing someone taking the lead, more and more people took to the streets, pulled off the scholars' clothes, and ran home holding the brocade silk and satin.

Some were lucky enough to find gold, silver and white jade from the corpse.

Everyone took one piece from me and didn't even fight over it.

Just because the common people are not stupid, what they robbed is something belonging to a noble person. What if the Zhang family comes back and pursues it afterwards?

Only when everyone hides can they join forces to trick the nobles into tracing it.

As a result, when Li Xiang and Huang Banyun arrived with the rebel army, the streets were full of naked officials.

The flesh and blood were mixed with dust and mud, and they were almost torn to pieces in various poses.

Zhou Shi's mouth twitched, suspecting that even the corpse would be destroyed if he arrived a moment too late.

However, in such troubled times, his entire family was massacred by the Tufa clan, and he had seen even more tragic situations.

So he just sighed softly and said to Li Xiang: "Leave some troops and let them collect the corpses. The Zhang family is a decent person after all. I will cover it up afterwards."

Li Xiang was shocked: "I've killed them all, but I still have to respect them?"

Zhou Shi said quietly: "It doesn't matter if you die in a military disaster and reap the consequences. But if you want to become big, you must not offend the nobles in the world, otherwise you will not be able to accomplish anything."

Li Xiang thought about it and left a few people to collect the corpses.

They have captured the treasury, which is the logistics center of the entire Zhang family. They have everything they need, including grain, grass, weapons, armor and horses, and panacea.

So at this moment, the rebel army has a completely new look. They are all wearing armor and holding sophisticated weapons.

He even got a hundred good horses. Li Xiang and his life and death brothers turned into cavalry.

"You can't go to Dongyuan. Mr. Mengmai's swordsmanship is superb, but fortunately he is extremely lazy. Let's go straight to Xiyuan!" Zhou Shi said.

Li Xiang immediately led his troops around Dongyuan, but Huang Banyun heard about it from the people, and Yan Nu rushed into Dongyuan and quickly followed suit.

As soon as I rushed in, I saw a group of slaves and maids fleeing in a hurry.

Seeing Huang Banyun riding in with a gun, he screamed in fright and cried for mercy: "Don't kill us..."

"Where are the people who went in before?" Huang Banyun asked.

A group of maids were crying, and one of them boldly said: "The general shouted something to stop me along the way. How dare we, the maids, to stop me? We all ran away. He didn't care about us, and rode straight towards Mr. Meng. The attic.”

As he spoke, he pointed to an attic deep in Dongyuan.

"Let's go! Find people's houses to hide in."

Huang Banyun ignored them and the others and headed towards the attic.

And above the attic, there was a handsome man, holding a sword and leaning against the sill to take a nap.

With that cool and unrestrained posture, it was as if nothing in the world could disturb him.

And beside him, stood a beautiful young man, Mr. Thrush.

He stared straight at Yan Nu, and saw the scene of Yan Nu charging towards him from a high place.

From the other end of the long street, to this end, and then to the East Garden, all the flowers and flowers along the way were trampled to pieces by his horses.

Two more top masters guarding the attic drew their swords to stop them, but they were also shot one by one and dealt with neatly.

Blood splashed onto Yan Nu's body, staining his tattered clothes red.

The black iron spear was not stained with a drop of blood, and was bright silver and white.

The strong wind howled, blowing his hair, revealing his resolute face.

"What a handsome man..." Mr. Thrush was fascinated, biting his lip, his eyes a little blurry.

The title Hanjiazi has had a special meaning since the fall of the Han Dynasty.

It means a man who carries a three-foot sword and achieves unparalleled achievements.

The people of Jin admired the literary spirit and the mysterious style, so they called Yannu, a man full of masculinity and martial spirit, Hanjiazi, or Hanzi for short.

Mr. Thrush doesn't like this kind of warriors at first. He thinks they are vulgar and as disgusting as barbarians.

But he had never seen a real man before. When he saw Yan Nu today, he was actually a little excited.

Suddenly he realized that this man was here to kill him.

Moreover, Zhang Mansion's defense force has been completely wiped out.

"Father, the second uncle hasn't come yet, and the rebels have already gone downstairs." Mr. Thrush's tone was a little anxious, but his brows were still relaxed and calm.

And holding the sword beside him, it was Zhang Suwen, Mr. Mengba, who was taking a nap.

Yan Nu came downstairs and pointed his spear at Mr. Thrush: "Go away, that woman, don't let me accidentally hurt you!"

Young Master Thrush looked down at Yan Nu downstairs. Although Yan Nu always made himself dirty, his facial features were impeccable and his eyes were as bright as morning stars.

The two looked at each other, and Mr. Thrush was stunned for a moment. He felt that he was so unique and handsome, so different from the other people's handsomeness.

"What's your name?" Young Master Thrush asked.

Yan Nu was very honest: "Jiang Yan Nu."

Mr. Thrush smiled faintly: "So you're not an adult yet... It's a pity, you are going to die today."

"But I will remember you."

Jiang Yannu was confused and fired his gun directly at the man taking a nap on the third floor.

"You're finished, you woke up my father!" Young Master Thrush shouted.

Sure enough, a terrifying thought passed through the bodies and minds of everyone present.

Old ghost Feng instantly emerged from the copper contract, his eyes astonished: "What! This sword intention..."

"bass!"

The sound of drawing a sword sounded in his mind, but Zhang Suwen did not draw the sword.

In an instant, Yan Nu felt a strong sense of sleepiness.

Muddled and confused, not knowing what to do.

But in an instant, he woke up, and a purple will-o'-the-wisp sparkled out and enveloped Yan Nu's body.

At the same time, he saw a cold light flying over, which was a kind of energy that was different from the sword energy.

It is not composed of true energy, which causes a great psychological pressure on people.

Yan Nu could feel a lazy and confused artistic conception from it.

"Get away!" The old ghost slashed out his ghost body sword energy, but was easily cut open by the cold light.

At this moment, the cold light has reached Yan Nu's neck, and the water talisman has also appeared, frantically dissolving it.

But the cold light was too fast and had completely different qualities, so the water talisman couldn't resolve it at all.

Yan Nu also burst out with energy to block it, but this was even less able to hinder the sword. The cold light was like a soldering iron piercing through lard, or scissors cutting through silk.

"Pfft!" Yan Nu was beheaded instantly.

Feng Junyou was dumbfounded. Feng Junyou had already sensed the strong men of the Zhang family.

In this quiet and elegant pavilion, there is an astonishing warrior with a four-element tempered body. His sword intent penetrates the heavenly spirit, and a white energy lingers on the pavilion.

Of course, mortals can't see it.

Based on the strength he sensed, his sword intent was about two hundred levels.

But he was wrong. Zhang Suwen actually had four hundred levels of sword intent, so much so that even his ghost sword skills couldn't stop him.

"Oh no! Zhang Tong actually has such a powerful descendant?"

Feng Junyou was furious, and his heart felt cold.

The four-element quenching body corresponds to the spiritual stage of the monk. But it is easy to enter the spiritual stage, but it is difficult to achieve the four-yuan quenching body.

Starting from the Intentional Spirit, the warrior truly transforms. After the three-dimensional tempering body, each one is more terrifying than the last.

Sword intention and sword power have nothing to do with true energy. They are brand-new powers of the warrior and consume spiritual power.

A warrior's "intent" is measured according to its intensity, and monks also use "sections" to measure it.

Four hundred levels of sword intent burst out with all their strength, and the power was equivalent to the spell damage of four hundred levels of mana.

This is already very powerful. Even if the old Oolong dog has 600 levels of magic power, if he were to face Zhang Suwen, he would be killed with one sword.

If you want to resist this sword intent, you usually need a 400-stage spiritual spell, but wild cultivators like Oolong don't know that at all.

Feng Junyou and Shen Leling can do it, but their upper limit of mana is not that high.

Even if there is, after exhausting his magic power to block it, he is still at his mercy. After all, Zhang Suwen still has his true energy.

Feng Junyou originally thought that Zhang Suwen only had 200 steps, so he helped block the sword intent, and Yan Nu could win with his super high energy.

Who would have thought that Zhang Suwen hid his strength and suddenly burst out with three hundred sword intents, instantly beheading Yan Nu.

"What a fast sword..." Yan Nu suddenly exclaimed as his head fell to the ground.

"Ah?" Feng Junyou suddenly looked back.

Yan Nu's neck was cut open, and an intestine-like thing popped out like a string, and he pulled his head back to the neck to seal it.

After the two were connected, Yan Nu even put his hand curiously, tilted his head back and snored.

In the end, the head and neck were tightly connected, and the muscles, blood vessels, and bones all corresponded to each other. Although they were not completely repaired, they were still connected.

Yan Nu held his head with one hand, jumped up, and stood up.

"You, you, you... are you okay?" Feng Junyou flashed in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

Yan Nu's eyes were red and bloodshot, staring at Zhang Suwen upstairs who stood up in surprise.

Came to say: "It hurts so much!"

Zhang Suwen's blurred eyes gradually enlarged, and his lazy pupils were shaking.

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p.s: Sorry.