Seeing that he could not persuade Zhang Tiandou to surrender, Dongfang Lunri smiled coldly, pointed at Zhang Tiandou and said viciously: "Old hero Zhang, in terms of kung fu, you are indeed very powerful, and none of my disciples under Holy Master White Lotus is your opponent.
But don’t be too arrogant, someone will deal with you!"
"Please protect the left to promote the power of the White Lotus Holy Cult!"
Dongfang Lunri turned around and shouted. Following his call, the people from the White Lotus Sect gathered in front of the Chengxian Hall spontaneously separated into a passage. A man in black robes held an unsheathed long knife in his hand.
He walked up slowly. The man had a cold face, and the cold light in his eyes was as cold as the sharp edge on the blade.
"Is that you, the long sword without a scabbard? No wonder I can't find you. It turns out you are hiding in the lair of the White Lotus Sect."
Zhang Tiandou smiled proudly.
Peng Zhan snorted, ignored Zhang Tiandou's sarcasm, and walked straight forward. The target was obviously the gate of the Chengxian Palace. The two guards angrily scolded and rushed forward with their swords. The person with good eyesight seemed to have seen Peng Zhan.
Zhan's shoulders moved slightly, but most people didn't even see Peng Zhan move.
The sharp sword light exploded, just one, as brilliant as thunder in the night sky.
Before the two guards could stop rushing forward, a bright red rose bloomed on their throats at the same time. The blood spurted out, so poignant in the night. The two guards didn't even utter a exclamation.
He came out and fell forward. Before the corpse fell, the heads of the two people were washed away by the burst of blood, and they were separated.
Zhang Tiandou's eyes immediately opened up, and his expression gradually became serious. Fast, indescribably fast. Zhang Tiandou could see that Peng Zhan's sword skills were not fancy or beautiful. They only used one move and one sword, all in one
Kuai Zi. But this Kuai Zi cannot be broken, unless you are faster than him.
If it were twenty years ago, or even fifteen or ten years ago, Zhang Tiandou would have been absolutely sure to deal with Peng Zhan. Time is not forgiving, after all, he is already an old man in his sixties. His body has long been inferior to
The young man is strong but not as flexible as the young man, and he has been fighting bloody battles for more than half an hour and is already tired.
"Half hammer?"
Peng Zhan walked to and stood three meters in front of Zhang Tiandou, holding the knife and asked coldly.
Zhang Tiandou took a deep breath and took two steps forward: "I am Zhang Tiandou, the mountain-beating hammer. Tell me your name!"
Peng Zhan looked at Zhang Tiandou carefully and then sighed and said: "I have often heard your name since I was young. You are the same generation as my father. Logically, I should respectfully call you Shibo. But what I never expected is that
, one day I will be the enemy of the hero I admired in my childhood. Alas... what a pity."
Zhang Tiandou laughed and said: "What a pity! You are the son of the Peng family? No wonder you are good at swords. Since you are standing here, why should you sigh? Is it because you are afraid of my name?"
Peng Zhan shook his head and said: "No, I am sorry that you have been famous all your life, but you died in my hands in the end. God has really treated me well. Hahahaha!"
Peng Zhan's expression changed quickly. He looked at Zhang Tiandou gloomily and said, "Even though you are invincible, it's a pity that you are old and weak, and you have been fighting for so long. How can you stop my sword?"
Zhang Tiandou was stunned for a moment, and his mind was in a trance. In just the blink of an eye, Peng Zhan suddenly exerted his strength, and slashed straight at Zhang Tiandou's throat with a knife. This knife was extremely sudden, and there was no warning at all. He first spoke with words
He confused Zhang Tiandou, and then suddenly became angry and vicious.
"How despicable!"
Zhang Tiandou cursed and stepped back. The knife opened a long gash in his chest, and blood gushed out like a waterfall. Zhang Tiandou's body tilted for a while, and he stepped back four or five steps before he could stand still. Peng Zhan
Without giving him a chance to gain a foothold, the second knife stuck to him like a maggot attached to the bone.
Zhang Tiandou twisted his body and punched the blade that was already in front of him. The blade flexibly turned and struck Zhang Tiandou's fist diagonally. Zhang Tiandou's skills were all in his fists. If Peng Zhan cut off his fist with a knife,
Where can I defeat Peng Zhan again?
Zhang Tiandou stopped his hand, leaned up, and bumped into Peng Zhan's chest with his shoulder. He had no weapons in his hands, and there was no chance of winning if he was forced out by Peng Zhan. If Peng Zhan collided with this force, Peng Zhan would definitely be broken.
A few ribs were lost. Both of them were masters of murder without calculation, especially Peng Zhan, who was even more ruthless and cunning. The blade turned and sliced Zhang Tiandou's shoulder.
Zhang Tiandou turned sideways to let the blade pass, and swung his arm towards Peng Zhan's door. Peng Zhan leaned up to avoid it, slipped a bag of lime from his sleeve, and hit him head-on. The two were too close, and Zhang Tiandou couldn't dodge.
The lime hit him in the face, and the lime blinded his eyes.
Zhang Tiandou roared, opened his fist and struck around randomly. The wound on his chest was still bleeding, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like he was crazy. Peng Zhan did not come forward, he just held the knife and looked at Zhang Tiandou coldly.
Fighting. Seeing how despicable he was, the guard next to him was so angry that someone rushed up and struck Peng Zhan with a knife, but Peng Zhan cut off his head with a knife.
Not to mention the imperial guards, even the members of the White Lotus Sect felt that the fight between Peng Zhan and Zhang Tiandou was not fair enough. Using such a trick to bully an old man was despising. But at this time, from the perspective of the enemy and ourselves,
No one wanted to take responsibility for him. Seeing the guards rushing over to fight Peng Zhan, no one from the White Lotus Sect came to help.
Peng Zhan sneered twice, swung his sword to kill a guard, and when Zhang Tiandou ran out of strength, he struck him in the back with a knife! One of the guards shouted to Mr. Zhang, be careful, and flew over to save him, but Peng Zhan's sword was very fast.
Like lightning, it was about to hit the back of Zhang Tiandou's neck.
At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Peng Zhan's sword. In everyone's eyes, the sword seemed to slow down, and followed a very clear trick and went straight to the back of Zhang Tiandou's neck. Some people couldn't help but exclaimed.
He came out, but Zhang Tiandou seemed to have sensed the crisis and tried hard to move to dodge.
He had lost so much blood that he couldn't see. He thought the knife was struck from the front and dodged backwards, making the knife appear to be faster.
puff!
The sword fell, blood appeared, and the old hero's head fell to the ground.
No one cheered, everyone applauded, and everyone stopped involuntarily. The running bodies of the guards suddenly stopped, and their mouths were opened wide, but they could not shout out. The members of the White Lotus Sect also watched Zhang Tiandou die.
But no one felt happy in their hearts. Yes, Zhang Tiandou killed dozens of their brothers, and they would not hesitate to kill their enemies if they had the chance. But what they wanted was an honest fight, not such an insidious one.
sneak attack.
This knife cut off Zhang Tiandou's head and also cut into everyone's heart.
In the silence, everyone lost their thoughts.
The killing in the palace was in full swing, and the south gate of the Forbidden Palace was also filled with blood. Chen Yuanshan led the men and horses from the Gyeonggi camp to attack again and again, but they were stopped by Sun Sheng's troops. Seeing that the fire in the palace was already burning,
Chen Yuanshan was extremely anxious. He shouted loudly, took off the long stick from the Ma'an Bridge, roared to kill, and rushed over in person.
Chen Yuanshan's personal soldiers immediately rushed over and stood beside him. Using Chen Yuanshan as an arrow, a hundred and ten personal soldiers formed a cone-shaped formation and killed towards the phalanx of the Forbidden Army blocking the street. Sun Sheng was sitting on horseback.
With a cold wave of his hand, dozens of spiked arrows roared towards Chen Yuanshan.
The soldier beside Chen Yuanshan raised his shield in front of the general, but he was hit by three or four arrows in succession. He fell down, and Pao Ze behind him immediately took his place with his shield. There was only about a hundred steps between the two sides.
The distance can be reached in only fifteen finger snaps at the speed of the cavalry. The best archers can fire three arrows in a row within a hundred steps, but they will never have time to shoot the fourth one.
More than thirty of the hundreds of soldiers led by Chen Yuanshan were shot to death by feather arrows, and sixty or seventy people followed him. The distance between the two sides was quickly shortened, and then they were hit hard like a river.
On the embankment.
Chen Yuanshan stabbed an Imperial Guard to death with one stab. With a sweep of his sword, the three-foot-long sword easily cut the throat of one of the Imperial Guards. Blood spurted out like a waterfall and splashed across Chen Yuanshan's face. He kicked the still-dead soldier.
The forbidden soldier kicked away, and Chen Yuanshan once again swung his sword to make a tofu-like incision on the chest of a forbidden soldier. The sharp blade could easily cut through two layers of leather armor. The belly of the forbidden soldier was cut open, and his internal organs roared suddenly.
fell down.
One of the Imperial Guards wielded a horizontal sword to chop him down, but Chen Yuanshan's soldiers blocked him back. Before the soldier had time to turn around, a horizontal sword struck him from an oblique stab, and cut off half of his shoulder at once. From behind.
The soldiers quickly rushed forward to protect Chen Yuanshan's left and right sides with shields, without caring about their own life or death.
Chen Yuanshan led the soldiers, as if a wedge had been driven into the wood. The flying wood chips were the broken body of the forbidden army. Blood was flying, and human life passed faster than time. Gyeonggi University behind
When the soldiers of the battalion saw that the general and his own soldiers had entered the enemy's formation, they shouted and rushed over under the leadership of the general. The two sides fought in a melee, and the archers had lost their use and retreated one after another.
The equipment of the Forbidden Army is better than that of the men and horses in the Gyeonggi Camp. Everyone wears thick leather armor, and the low-level generals all wear iron armor. On the other hand, the soldiers in the Gyeonggi Camp basically wear soft armor, and the corps commanders wear leather armor.
It is not as thick as the leather armor of the soldiers of the Gyeonggi Camp. However, although this rebellious imperial army has experienced the baptism of the Battle of Yuzhou, their killing skills are far less sharp than those of the Gyeonggi Camp soldiers.
Chen Yuanshan cut in like an awl with his own soldiers, and the people from the Gyeonggi camp who rushed up in large numbers were hacked to death and scattered. In fact, they all advanced in an organized manner as a small team of six people. A corps leader and five soldiers composed
One by one, small plum blossom formations, rifles, spears, horizontal knives and various weapons are attacking each other to protect each other. The small plum blossom formation in operation can kill people much faster than relying on individual bravery to rush in all at once.
It's just that the Gyeonggi camp has fewer people, and it suffered heavy losses after launching several attacks. Now the ratio of personnel on both sides has gone from about the same to 2,000 to 3,500, and the side with the fewer people is still desperately launching attacks.
Sun Sheng sighed as he looked at Chen Yuanshan, who was leading the troops to kill him like a tiger, and a trace of unbearability flashed in his heart. However, this trace of unbearability passed quickly, and he quickly calmed down. He took a hand from the soldiers.
He took a hard bow and an armor-piercing awl and aimed at Chen Yuanshan. (To be continued)
