At this time, a muscular man with a purple face and a face full of dust rushed to the city gate and looked dumbfounded at the chaotic city gate filled with swords and swords and blood.
He is none other than the general under the rebel king of Xiangzhou, Baiyu Wang Gao Tansheng... the purple-faced king Xiong Kuohai, the purple demon who was one of the original four evils.
The dignified purple demon is naturally qualified and eager to participate in the "King Conferment Conference", a grand event that will be passed down in history. Who knew that there would be a delay in the middle, and even though he had traveled day and night without sleep and food, he still only arrived now.
Looking at the situation in front of me, if I hadn't clearly known that this was the Yangzhou City where the "King Conferment Conference" was held, I would have thought that it was a city attack and defense battle!
"Brother, wait a minute..."
When he was confused, Xiong Kuohai grabbed a green-shirted warrior among the people who were running in a hurry and chaos, and asked urgently: "What happened?"
The person who was caught froze. He flicked his arm in great annoyance, wanting to get away from the vast sea and continue running away. Unexpectedly, he was like a worm shaking a tree, unable to move at all, so he responded honestly with some fear.
:
"Hero! There has been a change in the city. The 'King Conferment Conference' is indeed a trap set by the imperial court. They want to encircle and suppress the heroes of the world. Now the Sui army in the city is about to block the four gates and try to catch the heroes of the world!"
"Trave and kill? Encircle and suppress? Catching turtles in a urn? Just based on this mere Yangzhou city?"
Xiong Kuohai was startled and stared at the warrior in green clothes with suspicion.
Yangzhou City is a county-level city at the level of a large city. Not to mention great monks, even powerful Qi refiners can easily leave the city, right? What's more, now that heroes are gathering and there are so many powerful people, what's the use of Yangzhou City?
If it were Jiangdu, it would be possible to trap all the heroes in the world to death. After all, the great monks also depend on their own cultivation strength, and most of the flying heights will not reach a height of several hundred feet!
However, the heroes of the world are not stupid. If the "King Conferment Conference" is really held in Jiangdu or Dongxidu, it is estimated that not many people will participate!
Baiyu Wang Gao Tansheng also suspected that the "King Conferment Conference" was a trap by the court, but he still sent his first general, Xiong Kuohai, because Xiong Kuohai was confident that Yangzhou City could not trap him, and he was not afraid of being a trap!
"Don't underestimate Yangzhou City. The Sui army has deployed troops on high points in the city walls, pavilions and other places, and there are many strong men rushing to kill it. It's hard to break out!"
Those who can leave the city so quickly are not weak. The green-shirted warrior could see Xiong Kuohai's thoughts, so he explained patiently. After a pause, he pointed to the iron city gate that was slowly lowering amidst the roar of the windlass and said:
"Do you know what kind of city gate this is? It's not an ordinary iron city gate, but a solid iron gate as heavy as a mountain. Once it falls, it will completely seal the gate passage. If you want to go out, you can only climb over the wall and break out of the Sui army's blockade.
Got it!"
"That's right..."
Xiongkuohai is not a foolhardy bastard. He is quite familiar with military politics and so on. In the blink of an eye, he will understand the huge difference!
"Hero! If there is nothing important..."
Seeing Xiong Kuohai pulling him in a daze, the green-shirted warrior felt bitter and asked anxiously, fearing that he would offend Xiong Kuohai.
Xiong Kuohai frowned and responded naturally: "We know the imperial court's purpose and we are upright good men. How can we be greedy for life and fear death and escape alone? How about guarding the city gate together so that the heroes in the city can escape in time?"
"Hero...I am of low strength. I have an eighty-year-old mother at home, and..."
The green-robed warrior's legs went weak and he almost knelt down. He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying and said nervously.
Ask him to go back and guard the city gate passage to prevent the court from closing. What kind of joke are you kidding?!
"Chi, chi, chi..."
At this time, amidst the sound of dense and continuous sharp weapons piercing the air, countless sharp arrows poured down from the city with a cold light, and countless Sui troops blocked the city gate, fighting many people to the death.
Although the Sui army was assisted by archers on the city wall and suppressed by the iron-blooded evil energy, the heroes still had the upper hand. After all, once the city gate was closed, their chances of escaping and ascending to heaven were greatly reduced, so they basically broke through and killed them with all their strength.
"Rumble..."
There was another thunderous roar of the windlass, and the iron gate was slowly falling, only six or seven meters above the ground. This made the crowd at the city gate even more crazy!
"That's it!"
Xiongkuohai didn't force it, and before the green-robed warrior finished speaking, he let go of his hand with a sigh, tightened the copper stick in his left hand, and rushed towards the city gate...
"What a hero..."
The green-robed warrior was startled, then sighed with respect, his face changed several times, he gritted his teeth, and followed Xiong Kuo Hai towards the city gate.
Life is full of grass and autumn.
What’s more, it is said that those who hang out in the world are just hanging their heads on their waists. They usually cherish their lives, but if they really encounter trouble, they will definitely risk their lives.
"Purple energy comes from the east to illuminate the world!"
Heading straight to the city gate, when he was ten meters away, Xiong Kuohai exchanged the cooked copper stick in his hand to his right hand. The Purple Sun Martial Spirit was activated, and his body transformed into a residual image and shot out. The cooked copper stick in his hand turned into a purple sun and blasted out...
"boom……"
The loud noise was deafening, the city walls shook, and countless sand and stones rolled down, filling the passage.
There was a half-meter-sized dent in the dark iron gate, but it did not stop falling, and continued to fall slowly amidst the roar.
The stakes in this calculation are very important, and the specially-cast 10,000-pound gate will naturally not be destroyed so easily.
However, such a noise attracted the attention of countless people who were frantically killing at the inner city gate. Soon the Sui army came back to fight, but the heroes who wanted to break out of the city were even more crazy.
"This gate is difficult to destroy, but you must not let it fall down, otherwise how many heroes will be trapped and killed in the city!"
"Must be stopped!"
The destruction was fruitless, but the shock made the tiger's mouth numb, his blood was restless, and Xiong Kuohai was pondering with heavy emotions.
"But...how to stop it?"
When he racked his brains and was unable to do anything, Xiong Kuohai rushed out with a cooked copper stick in his hand. He was invincible. All the Sui troops who came to fight were easily blown away and killed. It was unstoppable.
Attacked from both inside and outside, and the people guarding the city gate were not very strong, Xiong Kuohai quickly broke out of the city gate passage, and with sticks dancing like the wind, he forcibly defeated the Sui army that blocked the passage.
"The imperial court is unethical and plots against all the heroes in the world. The city gate is about to be closed. Everyone, get out of the city quickly!"
Sweeping thousands of troops with one move, the cooked copper rod brought with it fierce wind, killed and knocked away more than ten Sui soldiers, creating a large blank area, and the mighty sea was full of luck, like rolling thunder bursts, the sound spread for more than ten miles.
While he was talking, Xiong Kuohai stood proudly at the entrance to the city gate with a stick, like a rock in the ocean. No matter whether it was the Sui army, swords, guns, or sharp arrows, they were all blocked.
"Purple Demon?! He's the purple-faced hero!"
"Thank you, King of Heaven, for the rescue!"
"The King of Heaven is brave and brave. I am Hao Sheng, the master of the Pishan Gate in Huai'an County. I will not hesitate to die as long as I have orders from now on!"
"I am Wang Lin, the elder of the Wang family in Ruyin County..."
…
Youxiong Kuohai took action and was basically invincible at the gate of the city, killing the Sui army and defeating it.
Exclamations, cheers, thanks, gratitude, etc., came one after another. Everyone admired and thanked them, and then rushed out along the passage like a torrent, but dozens of people stayed behind to help Xiongkuohai resist the powerful Sui army and cover others.
People leave the city.
No need to know each other, no need to be friends, no need to be grateful...
No purpose.
These people all act spontaneously, this is the heart of the world, this is the hero! (To be continued.)
