One hundred and thirty-eight chapters gods teach mage
ps: Please collect it!
Bang bang bang...
Ladders were built up against the city wall one after another.
The radiating rockets did not block the progress of the ladder. Although the Hu people made the ladder simply, they still took the most basic fire prevention measures. Not to mention wrapping it with wet cowhide, it was the simplest method of soaking the wood in water. Such a small distance The interior cannot be burned by rockets.
"Smash it, smash it..." Zhang Langsheng lifted up a big stone and threw it down. To deal with the enemy at the corner of the city, shooting with a bow and arrow is far worse than rolling wood and stone. Because the barbarians are not fools, and everyone is not hiding. In the carriage under the ladder, he held up his own small buckler.
Lulongsaizhong originally had a lot of kerosene, which was a great weapon for defending the city. But with the evacuation of the infantry and armored baggage, all the precious kerosene had been loaded onto the cars. Therefore, the current defense The rolling wooden stone is the biggest lethal weapon for the defenders at the top of the city.
Zhu Biao put down the crossbow in his hand. The rocks weighing dozens of kilograms at the top of the city were as light as eggs in his hands. He aimed and threw them with all his strength. All the rocks hit the most fragile body of the ladder. It could be done in two hits at most. Break it from it.
In just a moment, seven or eight ladders were destroyed in his hands.
He raised his head and looked at the city wall. Counting the seven or eight of his own, there were already nearly twenty ladders, accounting for one-fifth of the total. At this speed, if nothing unexpected happens, it will take at most two quarters of an hour. This wave of probing attacks by the barbarians will end.
However, just when relaxation arose in Zhu Biao's heart, a sudden change occurred on the battlefield.
With a roar like an eagle's cry, twenty or thirty people in black robes suddenly emerged from the carriage under the ladder. The black robes around them bulged, and they jumped up a foot or two like a balloon filled with hydrogen. high.
Actually, all of them are highly skilled in Qinggong. They stand tall and straight, with their feet on the ladder. When they stop, their figure will rise again.
Like floating black clouds, the movements of the four most prominent ones are even more elegant.
"Master of the God Sect!" Zhu Biao heard Zhang Langsheng shouting in surprise not far away.
"Is this the mage of the Tianshen Sect?" The memories accumulated in his mind started to stir up. As early as when he was a child, Zhu Junguo and Zhu Ruohong, his grandfather and father, had told him about it.
According to the Jiuqu Sword Sect, according to the evaluation in the Northern Han Dynasty, the Masters of the Hu Clan’s Tianshen Sect are equal to the martial arts masters of the Central Plains human race. For the Jianghu people, the Tianshen Sect is not only a religious sect, but also a super martial arts sect. .
"Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow quickly!"
"Crossbow, crossbow arrows, shoot, shoot for me -" Zhang Langsheng's voice was obviously panicked. I thought it was just a smooth attack and defense round, but twenty or thirty Hu masters were killed halfway.
If they were really killed on the city, a large number of soldiers would be destroyed. What's even more troublesome is that if they saw through the truth, the entire cavalry battalion of more than 4,000 soldiers would be buried in Lulongsai.
"Quickly warn the general and ask for help——"
Zhu Biao suppressed the surprise in his heart and gave orders to everyone around him. He pulled out his heavy sword and stared at the black-robed mage who had ascended.
The arrows that were thrown up in panic were of no use at all. Some of the arrows hit the target, but they did not make any achievements. The sharp arrows hit the mage's bulging black robe, like hitting an umbrella. Like raindrops, it bounced away without leaving any trace.
Zhu Biao glanced around and found that the arrows were not a big threat to these mages, and could not penetrate the black robe that covered the whole body. However, the few crossbow arrows were still effective, and the arrows fired were at least
They waved their weapons to ward them off.
There were three people coming towards Zhu Biao, two holding poles and the other holding a pair of scimitars, flying up and down around him, and all the crossbow arrows fired at him were blocked.
Three feet away on the left hand, a mage was the first to jump up to the city. He was one of the two magicians holding a staff. On the half-man-high staff was a pale wolf head withered bones, and four bones were connected to it.
The stick is made of felt, and the staff is made of black wood, which is very hard. When the swords of the city guards slashed at it, there were several clanging sounds without even leaving a mark.
The wolf's head was full of white bones, and between its swings, the two empty eye sockets flashed a green phosphorescent light from time to time.
The staff, which seems to have little weight, is as light as a straw in the hands of the Hu master. But when it hits the Han army soldiers, it becomes as heavy as a giant vajra pestle. If it touches it, it will die, and if it knocks it, it will die.
Death.
A corpse of a Han soldier was blown away in front of Zhu Biao. The chest was completely deformed and twisted, and white bone stubble appeared directly on the back.
Although the soldiers under the leadership of Zhu Biao have generally increased in strength, this improvement is too insignificant compared to the black-robed mage.
"Quack..." A series of weird laughs came out of his mouth, and the second mage holding a pole jumped up to the top of the city. Facing him was Zhu Biao, who was wearing an infantry army Sima armor and holding a heavy sword in his hand. Look.
When a big fish faced him, the mage didn't think it was a threat at all, and his smiling face became even more distorted.
He jumped up to the top of Zhu Biao's head and struck down with the wooden stick.
A sneer flashed across Zhu Biao's face. Being careless these days is absolutely unacceptable. With a flick of his wrist, the sword flowers scattered, and the lightning-like sword light went straight towards the charging mage.
Ji Zou can kill twenty or thirty at a time. This shows the status of this black-robed mage. If even such a person can be stronger than himself, then the death of the entire cavalry battalion in Lulongsai will not be unjust at all.
.
The sword wind whistling in front of him made the black-robed mage's expression suddenly change. However, the move had already been launched and it was difficult to stop the water. The wooden staff collided with the heavy sword. The heavy sword in the army under the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword" was so heavy. The magician's wooden staff was
Although the handle is made of the finest materials made by the secret method of the Tianshen Sect, it is still vulnerable to the crushing force of the absolute advantage and is broken into pieces.
The mage never dreamed that the Sima of the Han army, whom he regarded as his prey, would have such a hand. The surging internal energy surged in, and the dead souls emerged, and he turned his hands and gave up the battle...
But it was already too late. Before Zhu Biao could reach the end of his sword power, he stepped forward and a palm was heavily imprinted on his chest.
The black-robed mage went down again at a speed that was several times faster than when he came up. He hit the ground hard and was so dead that he could no longer die.
Another corpse with a hole in the chest was thrown straight at Zhu Biao. Although there were killing sounds everywhere on the city wall, Zhu Biao could still hear the whistling wind. He reflexively slipped away and the corpse fell on the brick surface.
When he looked down, he saw a bloody hole in the chest of the corpse.
The broken sternum exposed bloody bone spurs, and it seemed that the heart and lungs were like minced meat. The pungent smell of blood...
A sharp look flashed across Zhu Biao's eyes, and he quickly jumped to the left. It didn't take much to think about who would have created this masterpiece?
"Give me your life—"
The long sword was struck out, and the rustling wind of the sword rose out of thin air.
Of course, the mage on the left saw the death of his comrade. Those who practice martial arts are not those who see all directions and listen to all directions.
Seeing Zhu Biao rushing towards him, the mage's expression changed, and a look of retreat flashed in his eyes.
However, the distance between the two sides was too close, and Zhu Biao's "Moyun Golden Wing Skill" was particularly good at attacking in a straight line. Before he could finish his words, the person was already on top of him.
