Hui Tianyu and the other two turned to look at the old man in black.
I saw the Daming Palace in the center of the city suddenly glowing.
The old man in black looked solemn: "I will be punished by death for disturbing His Majesty's Qing cultivators."
He turned and looked outside the city.
"Your Majesty, please wait a moment, I will deal with these ants right now."
"No need."
In the Daming Palace, a vague and majestic voice sounded.
The tone was calm and not loud, but it echoed from the bottom of people's hearts.
Hui Tianyu and the two were stunned again, at a loss.
The old man in black stood respectfully with his hands tied: "I sincerely obey His Majesty's decree."
Hui Tianyu and the other two were shocked to find that the old man in black, who gave off an unfathomable feeling, actually seemed to be showing fear and panic.
The old man in black didn't move, and the situation outside the city became more and more critical.
Du Kun gathered the morale of thousands of troops and added murderous intent, and struck a shocking punch.
With every punch, an illusory scene floats faintly, showing a terrifying scene of thousands of troops charging together.
The illusory military formation attacked together, guns and crossbows came out, and the blood mist spread by the old blood shadow demon in the air was immediately shattered and defeated.
The Thousand-Army Killing Fist, a unique battlefield martial art that was used by the Eastern Tang Dynasty when the country was established, was developed by Du Kun. The skills are solid and profound, and the changes can be made freely and fiercely.
Under his leadership, the morale of the Eastern Tang army became higher and higher.
Even though the city of Chang'an was majestic in front of them, the soldiers of the Tang army were fearless and full of fearless faith to win in one battle.
"You and your comrades will all perish."
Xuanwu General Du Kun's face was as cold as a rock. He looked past the old demon of blood shadow and looked at the distant city:
"This city will commemorate my son Yifan. The rebels inside and outside the city are all the merits of my soldiers of the Tang Dynasty!"
The Tang army shouted in unison, and even began to ignore the people fleeing outside the city, and instead headed towards Chang'an City.
Du Kun punched again, like thousands of troops galloping forward.
The illusory army and the real Tang Army soldiers seemed to merge into one at this moment.
The blazing masculine blood was like a sea of fire, and the blood phoenix phantom transformed by the old blood shadow demon almost didn't dare to approach.
As soon as I got a little closer, smoke started coming out of my body, as if I was about to be set on fire.
At the top of Chang'an City, a big man named Wen Hu and Hui Tianyu were anxious.
Just when he was at a loss, Wen Hu's figure suddenly appeared.
The next moment, he turned into a golden light and flew out of the city like a cannonball.
The golden light cluster hit Du Kun like a meteor hitting the ground!
Amidst the deafening collision, a figure flew backwards in mid-air.
It was Du Kun, the commander-in-chief of the Tang Army!
The Tang army charging below had no time to react and was still approaching Chang'an City.
After a while, everyone slowed down, first confused, then shocked, and finally in an uproar.
Everyone was in a tight formation, guarding Chang'an City as it flew out of this golden light, while pointing their spearheads in the air.
There, the golden light knocked back Du Kun and stopped hanging in the air. Wen Hu's tall figure reappeared.
But his own expression was also full of confusion and shock.
Du Kun's eyes narrowed.
The old demon of blood shadow also looked surprised.
They recognized the visitor as the young warrior who had previously led the refugees to fight and break out of the encirclement.
It can be seen that the other party deliberately conceals the origin of his apprenticeship and hides part of his strength, but his true level is by no means that high.
What made him reborn?
A figure of a person immediately appeared in the mind of the Blood Shadow Old Demon.
Du Kun also looked past the big man and towards Chang'an City.
"Is this your response? Using this kid as a puppet? Stupid and arrogant."
He raised his hand, made a fist with five fingers, and struck forward.
The masculine blood once again unites thousands of troops.
But this time, the illusory army suddenly began to change its formation, spreading out layer by layer, like a tiger roaring in the mountains.
The Qianjun Killing Fist evolved into the Tiger Roaring Formation, taking the murderous aura to a new level.
As soon as Du Kun gave the order, his deputy generals and commanders of each battalion immediately took action to command the army to change formations.
The entire team was uniform and coordinated with the commander-in-chief Du Kun, as if they were one body.
"Hide behind your back and act like a ghost, watch me catch you out!"
Du Kun first waved his hand, intending to sweep away the enemies in front of him, and then went straight to Chang'an City.
To capture the thief, you must first capture the king...
He was just halfway through his thoughts when he suddenly got stuck.
Because he waved his hand and failed to sweep away Wen Hu in front of him.
The opponent raised his hand and easily blocked his blow. His tall body stood firmly in mid-air, motionless.
On the contrary, Du Kun was shocked so much that half of his body became numb, and he fell backward again.
The momentum to attack Chang'an City was also nipped in the bud.
Wen Hu was more shocked than Du Kun.
He felt like at this moment, his body no longer belonged to him.
The tall man watched helplessly as he raised his hand and clenched his fist, as if he was watching other people's movements.
Then, he watched himself punch straight away.
This fist penetrated the illusory army in front of me, like a punch passing through a painting.
The image of soldiers and horses formed by the condensation of Du Kun's energy and blood was like a reflection in the water, raising ripples and trembling constantly.
After Wen Hu's fist passed through, a fierce wind turned into a storm, sweeping across Du Kun's troops and horses.
His fist collided head-on with Du Kun's.
Du Kun's pupils suddenly contracted.
The right fist he punched caused a series of fractures, and the flesh and blood were blurred in an instant.
Before he even had time to feel the pain, the opponent's fist continued to advance and hit his chest.
Du Kun almost subconsciously raised his other hand to cover his chest.
But it's completely useless.
The next moment, he flew backwards in mid-air.
Wenhu himself was shocked when he punched.
The Tang army below shouted loudly, including many martial arts warriors from the Xuanwu Central Army, all drawing their bows and crossbows, aiming at Wenhu above.
A storm of arrows flew towards Wen Hu.
Wenhu prepared to dodge, but his body kept moving.
He stared dumbfounded as he punched in succession.
Each punch is like a thunderclap, exploding the space in front of you.
A series of thunders sounded, knocking away all the arrows coming from the storm.
Everyone looked around in horror, and saw behind Wen Hu, there seemed to be a taller body looming, like a god.
In the distance above Chang'an City, an identical figure seemed to be suspended, covering the world.
Under the shadow of the gods, the refugees who had previously fled like frightened prey suddenly glowed with energy.
The crowd suddenly counterattacked and killed the Tang army.
The situation of both parties was reversed in an instant.
Unexpectedly, the Tang army did not expect that the hungry people who were frightened and weak a moment ago and had no fighting ability would actually become more fierce than those warriors of the Xuanwu Army, and they were killed and wounded in an instant.
They wanted to stabilize their position and counterattack, but they saw that the people who had entered the city also rushed out of Chang'an City and launched a counterattack.
These common people seemed to be protected by gods and Buddhas. They ignored the rain of arrows and quickly rushed into the Tang army's formation.
Many people were at a loss, and even had fear of the army on their faces.
But then, they saw that the armored butcher who had just been chasing them could no longer hurt them.
Watching the opponent being knocked down and hacked by him who was in ragged clothes, with yellow face and skinny muscles.
Looking at the evil star of death before, I felt panic and fear at this moment.
The mentality of the refugees has changed.
Their hatred and anger began to emerge.
Their eyes were filled with excitement.
The first person shouted:
"Chang'an!"
Then one after another someone shouted.
"Chang'an! Chang'an!"
Finally, everyone's voices gathered together, and the torrent of crowds overwhelmed the Eastern Tang army in their voices.
What made the Tang army's morale collapse even more was their former pillar of support.
In mid-air, Wenhu swept away the arrow rain.
Then before he could decide what to do next, he found that he had already punched Du Kun for the second time, knocking him to the ground.
In the Daming Palace in Chang'an City, Zhang Dongyun himself was so calm that he leaned back on his chair.
He put one hand on the armrest of the seat and supported his chin.
Raise your other hand, stretch out your index finger, and tap downward slightly.
In the mid-air outside the city, Wen Hu himself dived quickly with a shocked look on his face, catching up with the falling Du Kun.
Then, under Du Kun's unbelievable gaze, Wen Hu stepped heavily on his chest with both feet.