A boat with a misty misty waves, and the west wind falls on the trees in the five lakes and autumn.

The gangs and egrets are proud of the kings and princes, and the bass is not caught.

——"The Fisherman's Poem" Zhao Mengfu (Yuan)

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"Bai Fu!" Cui Han was shocked and shouted: "My sons, come in line to fight!"

More than thirty men in black were instantly arranged into a fish scale formation and used their shields to protect the two commanders, Cui Han and Niu Zhao.

The man in black holds a shield, which is a powerful weapon of the Jinwu Guard. It is made of stainless steel. It is light in weight, hard and strong. Once it is arranged into a fish scale array, let alone raindrops, even strong bows and crossbows, it cannot be damaged at all.

After the array was completed, more than ten crossbow arrows were exposed in the gap of the shield. Cui Han gave the order, and the crossbow arrows were shot in succession, shooting towards Bai Fu like a swarm of bees.

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On the side of the long street is a dyeing workshop, with several pieces of dyed grey cloth piled up at the corner of the door.

Bai Fu waved his sleeves and rolled up the grey cloth with great force, shaking and unfolding, like a few curtains, blocking the pavilion.

When the grey cloth is rained, it is solid and flexible after being soaked, with softness and rigidity. The strength of the crossbow arrows is completely dissolved. Dozens of crossbow arrows nail the grey cloth curtain into several wolf-tooth cloths.

Seeing that the gray cloth curtain blocked his sight, Cui Han quickly divided his troops into two groups, asking Niu Zhao to lead a team of troops to break the back, and led the rest of the troops around Bai Fu and climbed the city wall from the other side.

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Several rounds of crossbow arrows were shot out, and there were only a few arrows left in the quiver pot. At this time, the heavy rain had stopped, and the net of rain disappeared without a trace.

Niu Zhao was overjoyed and shouted, "All the men, protect themselves with their shields and charge at full speed!"

Everyone waved their weapons, their steps were vigorous, and they ran at full speed, and their feet were stepping on the water in the long street, splashing water.

Bai Fu ignored him and played the silk-like melody calmly.

Twenty zhang...ten zhang...five zhang...three zhang

Just as the night man entered the range, Bai Fu's fingers plucked the strings of the piano, and the powerful energy of Xun and Kan shot out from the strings.

The energy was like a handful of invisible sickles, extremely sharp, and it slashed at the ankles of the suicide squad.

The man in black in Mercedes-Benz was defenseless, and his vision was unclear in the darkness. Before he could jump, he was cut off his feet and legs by an invisible sickle. He fell on the long street, and howling sounded everywhere.

Niu Zhao was the only one left in the entire stormtrooper.

Niu Zhao was stunned on the spot, neither moving forward nor retreat.

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At the same time, another team of men in black led by Cui Han were using the flying tiger to catch and climb the city wall.

Bai Fu closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and felt the rhythm of these people climbing.

Brush...brush...brush!

It is exactly the rhythm of most people in black climbing.

Bai Fu opened his eyes, exhaled his inner strength, and the guzheng sounded loudly. The rhythm was short and sonorous, which was consistent with the frequency of the flying tiger swaying.

The flying tiger grabbed the rope and shook violently, as if it was suddenly hit by a hurricane, spinning in the air. The men in black gritted their teeth, threw down the weapons in their hands, and held the rope firmly with both hands, so that they could not be thrown off.

Bai Fu flew with his hands together, his fingers and palms pulled out, and the strings sounded wildly.

The flying tiger's shocked the rope even more violently, as if an invisible giant hand appeared in the dark night, like a swing, plucking the rope freely. The force and swinging were so great that it was irresistible.

The men in black could no longer hold on and were thrown into the sky and fell down one after another. They fell heavily on the ground like a bag of food, falling heavily, and their bones broke.

Cui Hanbao stared wide-eyed and shouted, "Drop the rope and change the iron pickaxe!"

Everyone suddenly realized and hurriedly took out two iron picks from their backpacks behind them. One pick was taken down, knocking the pick head into the gap between the walls, and then throwing away the rope to stabilize their bodies.

Then, one pick and one support, slowly moving upwards like a rock climbing.

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Bai Fu pressed the strings of the piano and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. Bai Fu stood up from the side of the desk and walked slowly to the edge of the pavilion.

Niu Zhao saw Bai Fu's hands were useless, so he made up his mind and gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

He clamped the sword technique with his left hand, dragged the long sword with his right hand, and rushed forward with three big strides. The tip of the long sword quickly dragged on the bluestone slab, creating a spark, which was extremely loud.

Bai Fu was very happy and straightened his clothes.

A raindrop fell from the eaves, Bai Fu bounced his middle finger and hit a drop of raindrops. The "soft" force of the Kanding Ding broke through his fingers and broke out from his body.

The raindrops were not broken, like a crystal grape, crossing the rainy night, and it hit Niu Zhao's chest. Niu Zhao fell to the ground like a pile of mud.

Bai Fu walked leisurely in the garden, walked out of the pavilion, passed through the wailing crowds everywhere, came to the city wall, and looked up.

A few feet later, these men in black could climb up the city tower and pass by the wall.

Under the city wall, there were dozens of unused flying tigers left by the man in black. Near the corner of the wall, there was a huge stone millstone, which should be the object of grinding food for the people on weekdays.

Bai Fuben wanted to use a crossbow arrow to shoot the men in black one by one. Seeing this millstone, he thought of Zhang Xunshou's all kinds of wonderful ideas and sudden ideas.

Bai Fu grabbed several flying tigers and twisted them together, twisted them into a thick rope, and then tied one end to the millstone.

Bai Fu raised his hand, and seven or eight flying tigers grabbed the stone millstone and flew steadily to the city tower. The dozens of steel hooks caught by the flying tiger firmly hooked the city wall, while the stone millstone on the other end were like a huge pendulum, swaying back and forth along the city wall.

The huge stone millstone swept along the wall, and the man in black had no way to avoid it. If he grabbed the iron pickaxe in his hand, he would be swept off by the stone millstone. Once he could dodge his hand and feet, the city wall would be smooth and there would be no place to settle. If his body was not well controlled, he would fall. Even if his hands and feet were skillfully coordinated, he would avoid it once, but not a second time.

The huge stone millstone swung back and forth, sweeping the men in black who were climbing the iron pickaxe one by one. The people who fell this time fell from a higher part of the city wall and fell into a bloody ball.

When the stone millstone swept to Cui Han, Cui Han put his heart on, threw away the iron pickaxe, jumped, and firmly clenched the bottom edge of the millstone with both hands, swinging back and forth with the millstone.

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The millstone finally slowed down and slowly stopped swinging.

There were only three or five men in black who escaped the attack of the millstone by chance. They were so scared that they were scattered, using their hands and feet together to climb to life.

Bai Fu was like a cat playing with a mouse, and he was not in a hurry to kill these people immediately, but let them continue to experience the fear of death approaching.

In the end, there was only one man in black, Cui Han, who was one step away from climbing up the city tower and escaping.

Seeing this, Bai Fu launched the last attack.

Bai Fu held the rope in his left hand and rotated the flying tiger in his right hand to grab it. He twisted the two true qi of Xun and Kan into a twisted force, injecting it into the rotating flying tiger in his right hand to grab it.

With full force, Bai Fu grabbed the flying tiger with a "soft force" like a sliver ball.

The flying tiger snatched and spun out and rushed to Cui Han's side.

Cui Han was exhausted at this moment and had no strength to block it.

The flying tiger grabbed like a python, spiraling upwards, tightly entangling Cui Han from his feet to his head.

Cui Han fell from mid-air like a bound meat dumpling.

Cui Han closed his eyes and said to himself: "My life is over."

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When Cui Han opened his eyes again, his body was lying flat on the ground, his hands and feet seemed not to grow on his body, and it was so painful that he was numb.
Chapter completed!