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Chapter 1655 Zongmen(2/2)

The soldiers shouted in unison.

Screams came and went, echoing in the air.

Countless soldiers were shouting.

Countless soldiers are fighting to the death.

After the Shu army came up to kill them, the soldiers led by Li Shimin began to counterattack and killed them directly. The three thousand soldiers rushed to kill them, which also caused a considerable obstacle to the Shu army.

But this didn't stop anything.

More than half an hour passed, and there were not many soldiers left around Li Shimin.

There are less than five hundred soldiers left.

The remaining soldiers were all covered in blood and were breathing heavily.

They are almost exhausted.

Wang Can came to the front of the formation. He looked at Li Shimin who was protected by soldiers, and said loudly: "Li Shimin, even if you continue to resist, you will still be stubbornly resisting. Surrender now and I will spare your life."

Li Shimin said loudly: "I, Li Shimin, would rather die than surrender."

He raised the sword in his hand, pointed it toward Wang Can, and said: "Wang Can, come and fight."

Wang Can sighed in his heart.

Li Shimin insisted on resisting to the end, so you can't blame him.

Wang Can said: "Kill!"

He gave the order.

The moment the order was given, Wang Can himself rushed forward quickly. He struck with bare hands, but even with bare hands, no one could stop him. Wherever he passed, soldiers were knocked away one after another, either dead or injured.

In a short period of time, Wang Can approached Li Shimin.

Without any hesitation, he went straight towards Li Shimin. But just as Wang Can was approaching Li Shimin, he suddenly saw the sound of the earth shaking coming from the official road behind Li Shimin.

It was as if the ground was rumbling.

Wang Can looked up and saw that the official was on his back, and the soldiers under his command were beaten away. Not long after, a group of people entered the battlefield and arrived near Li Shimin.

There are eighteen people in this group.

Each one is made of copper skin and iron bones, holding a long stick in his hand and wearing a monk's robe, showing the angry look of King Ming.

This is the dress of Shaolin Temple.

Wang Can saw it and narrowed his eyes. The Eighteen-stick Shaolin monk saved the Tang Dynasty. Now it seems that the Shaolin Temple has begun to enter the world. The most important thing is that the aura of the world has changed drastically. The power of the Shaolin Temple is probably extremely terrifying.

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This is the power of the sect.

Wang Can saw the eighteen stick monks in the Shaolin Temple and thought of more possibilities. Even the disciples of the Shaolin Temple appeared, which means that other martial arts forces will also start to intervene?

When one person's force is not strong, the so-called Jianghu forces are not to be feared. The power of the imperial court can easily destroy them. But when one person's force is extremely strong, the power of the imperial court is weak.

One person and one horse are enough to kill an army and seize the flag; one person and one horse is enough to enter the imperial city and take the emperor's head.

One person can destroy the city wall.

That was extremely terrifying.

Although Wang Can's current martial arts skills are the best in the army and he has never met an opponent, the changing world is difficult to comprehend. There are people outside the world, and he doesn't know what situation he will encounter.

Wang Can's eyes were sharp and he asked: "Who are you?"

Even though he knew that the person coming was a Shaolin Temple disciple, Wang Can still asked, trying to find out the other person's details.
Chapter completed!
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