Chapter 1733 The decisive battle! The final essence of the Jin Army (4)
"Go on, give the order, hold on to the Nanmanzi's offensive! Even if the battle situation is dangerous, a few people are counted as many as they can rush out, and a mile is counted as a mile if they can drag down Song Gou for a while! No matter what, we must fight for Lou Shihulu and Nianhanbulie is leading his army to fight for the opportunity. What tricks can these guys use, and they can finally kill all these dry birds and dogs!"
His face was also stained with the blood sprayed by his soldiers, and the Mo Dao formation that he saw fell down one after another was still harvesting the lives of his own troops, strangling their flesh and blood to pieces as they swung, making him extremely angry. Kuang, just as he was shouting orders in Jurchen language, there was suddenly a fierce banging and muffled sound from the side. When he stared at the bloodshot eyes and looked over, he was shocked to see a group of people following him. The Jurchen Bo Jin who rushed into the battle by herself flew high into the sky. She seemed to have lost her breath when she was tumbling in the air, and she fell straight into the chaotic and surging battle group. When she looked back without losing her words, she saw A fat monk danced the water-milled Zen staff in his hand vigorously, and after knocking down three or four cavalrymen, including men and horses, he was about to rush in front of him.
Nanmanzi! A bald donkey seeking death!
Ci was furious and gnashing his teeth, holding the long knife tightly, and the intertwined muscles on his arms protruded, and green veins popped out. Before Lu Zhishen could rush towards him, when he suddenly rushed forward, he had to pick up the iron back in his hands. The machete cut the head straight down!
Lu Zhishen, who bypassed the Mo Dao Formation and led his troops to charge out from the oblique side, crashing into the Jin Army cavalry like waves, held the water mill Zen staff weighing sixty-two kilograms in his hand, and first struck hard at it. With one blow, a Jurchen knight standing close to him faced the face. The axe-like shovel handle at the end of the Zen staff dented the man's face, and blood immediately splattered everywhere. Immediately, Lu Zhishen swung around with himself as the center. As he moved the shimmering water-milled Zen staff, the whistling and circling sound of the wind was so solemn that it made people feel frightened. The bright red blood on the axe-shaped shovel handle flew all over the sky as the big killing weapon in Lu Zhishen's hand circled, With a sudden sweep, another Jurchen knight's body flew backwards from the horse, and then fell down in the air. Immediately, the Jin Jun Muke was smashed tightly against the horse's back, and the sound of cracking bones suddenly appeared. , the war horse under Muke's crotch was unable to withstand the strange force of the mountain and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud!
Suddenly, the water-milled Zen staff stabbed forward like a wild dragon pounding the sea. Lu Zhishen seemed to have eyes growing on the back of his head. He then stabbed the other end of the weapon in his hand, a crescent-shaped crescent shovel with its blade facing outward, into his back. When the rounded water-milled Zen staff was swept out from the neck of the incoming Tatar cavalry, the crescent shovel inserted into the neck of the enemy cavalry split the flesh and blood, and the head on the neck was connected to the body with only the neck and flesh connected, and it drooped straight back. As he went down, scarlet blood splashed wildly from his body cavity and spread all over the sky. Lu Zhishen's eyes were now blood red, his facial features were twisted and angry, but there was no trace of Buddhist compassion left on Lu Zhishen's body. Mutually!?
Lu Zhishen showed great power as soon as he entered the battle group. He immediately cleared away the piles of corpses in the area around him. He also looked at the enemy general who seemed to be the leader of the Jin army rushing towards him. A bolt from the blue seemed to burst out from between his teeth, and he immediately shouted angrily: "Kill with ease! Eradicate all evil and evil in the world! The Tatars are hunting for you, but you are here to bring trouble to me first!" "
The Shuimo Zen staff rolled up with a powerful force and suddenly rose up, facing the iron-backed machete that fell with all its strength without losing sight of it. The two weapons collided fiercely, making a deafening sound.
Immediately, the shock caused the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers who were surrounded by the noisy battle group to feel pain. But without giving up, he suddenly felt that his whole body was stagnant, his arms were so weak, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and the long knife in his hand almost flew out of his hand!
When he looked at the murderous Lu Zhishen again, his eyes were full of surprise and awe. This southern barbarian Bald Donkey had so much brute force. Except for Lou Shihulu, I have never seen anyone with full body strength in my life.
A powerful and domineering opponent!
The war horse couldn't gallop, and Ci Buhui, who was fighting on horseback, bumped into Lu Zhishen, who was fighting on foot, and it was even more inconvenient to toss and turn. On the other hand, Lu Zhishen was dancing the water-milled Zen staff, although he seemed to be furious, but the murderous momentum in his hands was connected.
Linked with each other, it seems that the body and the weapon are integrated into one, unrivaled in strength. The majestic water-milled Zen staff strikes one after another. Zhijiao hastily resisted Ci Fushu, his face is red, he is panting, and there is blood in his chest.
Surging, and there were many soldiers of the Mad Demon Army around who took advantage of the situation to attack, each holding a machete, a big axe, and a hook-and-scythe spear, pulling and sweeping across, forcing a large number of golden knights who were knocked down by their horses to fall to the ground and roll over. The people and horses were all crowded into a ball, and another
On one side, there are those rows of Mo Daoshou who are still repeatedly raising the long swords and sharp blades that crush flesh and blood in their hands. They lift them up, drop them, lift them up again, and drop them again... wherever they go, they also leave a mark on the ground.
The bloody stumps... Where can there be room for urging the horse to first open up space with Lu Zhishen, and then slowly fight with him to wear him down!?
After several more loud noises of gold and iron, the water-milled Zen staff in Lu Zhishen's hand finally hit the head of the war horse riding under Ci Buwei's seat, and there was a muffled sound of "Peng!" and blood mist sprayed, unexpectedly
Shengsheng smashed the skull of the war horse into pieces, and he fell down immediately. Because his arms were trembling, the iron-backed machete in his hand hit the ground with a clang. He was also agile, so he rolled along with the force, barely
He reached out and pulled out the steel knife hanging from his waist, and his feet touched the ground, which made it easier to fight with the powerful enemy in front of him.
Ci Wushu gritted his teeth, and just used his left hand to pinch his right arm, which was shaking slightly because it had been bombarded by Lu Zhishen's strange power. He could probably hold the steel knife in his right hand tightly, but he was about to rush forward again.
When I went to fight with Lu Zhishen on foot, I saw another Jurchen Jinbo body flying high in the melee crowd, and then landed directly in front of Cibuhuoshen.
Isn't this scene exactly the same as when the bald donkey came out to fight just now?
Ci Buhuo turned his head in surprise, and saw another fat monk rushing towards him, swinging his Zen staff. Although the ascetic monk was not like the big monk in front of him, he had an upturned beard under his chin.
He had a long beard and his whole head was as smooth as an egg. But the monk who suddenly shot out had a murderous look on his face and was stained with a lot of blood. He also hung, chopped, framed, and shoveled the Zen staff in his hand.
, sweeping, teasing, slapping, entangling... all the moves were done in one go, with great momentum and strength. His fierce and domineering momentum seemed to be as good as the great monk who had forced himself into embarrassment in front of him.
Even though some of the soldiers in the Southern Dynasty were good at fighting, most of them were cowardly and weak, ready to be slaughtered at the drop of a hat. Why were the monks of the Song Dynasty so fierce and able to fight? I encountered two of them at once!
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After all, Ci Wu was an extremely ferocious man who was used to fighting desperately on the battlefield, and he was very keen on licking the enemy's blood with his knife, and directly taught his own blood. But when he saw the two great monks just
With their fierce and violent fighting style, all the soldiers under their command who came in front of them seemed to be either knocked away by the two Zen staffs! Or they were smashed flat! Who the hell can withstand this?
However, even though Lu Zhishen and Deng Yuanjue appeared to be ordained monks, they did not look like reciting sutras and chanting Buddha. The fierce and domineering fighting postures of the ascetics were shocked in their hearts, but they did not lose sight of their long-lasting bloody battles.
, and he was determined not to be afraid of fighting. In a hysterical state of mind, Cibuwei suddenly let out a wild beast-like roar, and rushed forward madly, seemingly with the intention of death...
The din of melee and fighting around them was still fierce. Groups of war horses with their hoofs cut off were neighing and wailing. Groups of Jurchen knights who fell to the ground were killed one after another under heavy siege. Not long after, a few sudden shouts of killing were heard.
There was a powerful and deep muffled sound, and Nuo Wei's body flew backwards. It seemed that several bones had been broken. His body was swaying like catkins in the strong wind, while Nuo Da's body fell straight onto the approaching layers.
After the Mo Dao hand slashed down, cold rays of light struck down, and several pieces of meat were trampled by the Mo Dao hand of the teams. They were mixed with the large pieces of stumps behind them. Even if they were to be pieced together, they could no longer be distinguished.
