A group of neat footsteps came from the street across the street. The footsteps were consistent, as if there was only one person walking, and he was a giant. The ground began to tremble slightly.
Su Yin frowned. It was obviously not a giant, but a group of well-trained troops passing by. It was obviously different from the rebels who were advancing into the city. Although there were many people, their footsteps were messy and there was no tacit understanding between them.
, let alone uniformity.
The regular army of Qinghe Sect has entered the city?
Mr. Mingshu and Su Yin looked at each other, and both ducked and found cover to hide. The regular army of Qinghe Sect was not easy to deal with. If they accidentally fell into the siege, they might be in danger.
As soon as the two of them hid, a group of fully armed and armored troops came over from the opposite street. The leader was a bald man, tall and powerful, holding a Fangtian painted halberd in his hand, cold and cold.
The metallic luster is particularly dazzling under the moonlight.
The bald man was riding on a group of tall horses, followed by a group of infantry. There were about three hundred people, each with their armor stained with blood and full of murderous intent. Each one of them was an elite soldier who had killed people and seen blood.
The bald man who was about to pass by this street suddenly pulled the reins of his horse and stopped in the middle of the cross street. He looked around with a pair of big copper bell eyes in confusion and sniffed sharply with his nose.
"Who are you, get out of here."
As if he had discovered something, the bald man suddenly gave a cold shout and looked behind the door of a restaurant with lightning eyes.
Su Yin raised his eyebrows, a flash of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and secretly said "trash."
That was where Mr. Mingshu was hiding, but he didn't expect the bald man to find him.
After a while, there was no response from behind the door of the restaurant. It was dark, as if there was no one inside at all.
The bald man sneered, pulled the reins of his horse, and sprinted to the door of the restaurant. The nine-meter-long Fangtian painted halberd in his hand stabbed the thick wooden door, punching a big hole in it.
bite!
A sound of weapons clashing sounded from behind the door, and Mr. Mingshu stumbled out, taking more than a dozen steps back with a look of shock in his eyes.
As soon as they fought, he knew that he was no match for this person. Without saying a word or even a harsh word, he turned around and prepared to escape.
"Want to escape?"
The bald man sneered, slapped the saddle, and flew into the air, spanning a distance of four to five feet, and appeared in front of Master Mingshu. The Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand was like a whirlwind, stabbing out instantly.
In a blink of an eye, he was in front of Mr. Mingshu, his speed was extremely frightening.
Mr. Mingshu was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart. He bravely blocked the attack with his sword.
There was a clanging sound of metal, and Mr. Mingshu was thrown away. Only half of the long sword in his hand was left, and the other half fell to the ground with a clanking sound, breaking into two pieces.
Poof!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Mr. Mingshu fell to the ground in despair. After only one fight, he was seriously injured and lost completely.
"Cut off his head and hang it on the military flag of our Tiger Camp."
The bald man sneered, waved his hand and ordered his subordinates, "Master Mingshu has no resistance at all now, so he is not at the mercy of others."
"Su Yin, help!"
Seeing this, Mr. Mingshu screamed in horror. He didn't care at this moment, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Don't kill me, I know there is another person nearby, he is hiding in that brothel.