Chapter 1989 Punishing the evil and eliminating the evil, there is still a murderous heart!
Wu Songzhi here is dressed in the cold and covered with black mist. The light from his hoop shines through the autumn frost. The two snowflake iron swords in his hands burst out with cold light. Every time the knife is struck, a ball of blood will be splashed. In an instant, there is a continuous muffled sound of flesh and blood being cut open.
, the wailing sound resounded through the night sky. In just a moment, there were forty or fifty rebel Jurchen soldiers who died under Wu Song's double swords. They fell into a pool of blood one after another, and their broken limbs were quickly covered with blood.
On the ground, the rest of the birds were so frightened that they lost their souls, and there were also some who were planning to become birds and beasts and disperse!
On the other side, Lu Zhishen let out a roar like thunder, which had already made many female soldiers tremble with fear. His heavy water-milled iron Zen staff swept down with a whirring sound, and the soldiers facing him also fell down immediately.
There was a fierce sound of heavy objects hitting, blood spattered, and brains spewed out. Lu Zhishen's Zen staff was photographed and hit hard. The heads of four or five of Wanyan Zongpan's close followers immediately shattered like watermelons, leaving headless corpses.
He fell to the ground slumped, still twitching!
Wu Song used his two swords to move faster than the other, but he saw heads falling in the cold light and shadows, and blood sprayed out from the murderous bushes. He was killing melons and vegetables as if they were chopping melons and vegetables, and the remaining limbs of the rebels who were becoming more and more disorganized were flying around.
Blood spurted out; Lu Zhishen's moves were fierce and powerful. When the Zen staff fell, the palace was shaken, and the thunder roared and the wind roared. His muscles and bones were broken. Even though his tall and majestic body was running wildly on foot, he still carried a huge momentum, and suddenly
The soldiers who were standing in front of him were completely defeated. Those who were hit hard were knocked away, and those who were knocked away from the distance... fell to the ground with broken muscles and bones, and their breath was gone!
As for Wanyan Zongpan and Wanyan Zongjun, who originally planned to take advantage of the chaos to massacre the important officials of the Qi Dynasty in the Daming Mansion, they saw Lu Zhishen and Wu Song, two ruthless men with superb martial arts, coming out. Of course, they were frightened at first and their expressions suddenly changed.
, soon after they realized the seriousness of the situation, they all seemed to have a basin of ice-cold water pouring down their heads...
After all, although Lu Zhishen and Wu Song are famous, it is said that they were only talented generals who could lead a group of brave warriors to charge and fight, rather than generals and ministers who could command thousands of troops and now hold military power. However, Lu Zhishen and Wu Song
These two confidants of Xiao Tang came out at the right time to kill, accurately predicting that rebel tribesmen would massacre the Qi Dynasty's important ministers' residence in the Daming Mansion. What does this mean?
Originally, we wanted to be prepared to attack but not prepared. Even if we succeed in killing Xiao Tang, we must evacuate from Daming Mansion as soon as possible. But now it seems that Xiao Tang should have known that we were going to do something today, and had already done so.
Make arrangements and wait for me to die!
"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!!"
Although they were far apart from each other, at almost the same moment, Wanyan Zongpan and Wanyan Zongjun both shouted in panic. If the incident had already happened, I am afraid that many other Qi Dynasty soldiers and horses would also come soon.
Xiao Qian, who had no choice but to attack the palace in the inner city, and Yelu Yu saw that Wan Yan had betrayed them. They could only have a chance to escape from the city by taking advantage of the chaos and trying as quickly as possible!
The snowflake iron sword tore open the air with the force of strong wind and thunder, making a sharp roar. Wu Song broke through the layers of arrays again, and was invincible. Soon he looked past, although he didn't recognize it.
After seeing Yan Zongjun's face, Wu Song had also discovered that the leader of this wave of rebel tribesmen who intended to kill and cause chaos had fled in panic surrounded by a small group of followers.
"Thieves! You guys are doing evil things with evil intentions. Now that the incident has happened, where are you going to go!?"
Wu Song roared fiercely, but around him there were still some loyal warriors under Wanyan Zongjun who dared to die, screaming strangely and coming forward to attack him. He seemed to turn a blind eye until the tip of the shining weapon almost touched the soap that Wu Song was wearing.
When the color was straight, his body suddenly spun around, in order to compete with Xiao Tang from time to time. His moves and techniques were the swift and exquisite Yuhuan Steps and Yuanyang Kicks. He kicked his legs straight out as if they were overturned. In an instant, "Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom."
"Boom, boom, boom!" In a series of heavy impact sounds, the circle of Jurchen soldiers who were close to Wu Song were all hit hard and flew backwards. Not only were they kicked, their sternum and ribs were broken, but they coughed up blood and fell to the ground.
He was just waiting to die, only to be stabbed and killed by all the soldiers of the Qi army who caught up immediately!
The body like an arrow from the string quickly rushed forward. Wanyan Zongjun, who was running away in panic, was startled by the roar of wind behind him. When he subconsciously looked back, he saw Wu Songti who was chasing him and was only a dozen steps away from him.
Swiftly flying, Wu Song's body soared into the sky like a roc, and Wu Song, who had already made a chopping motion in the air, had black hair fluttering on the hoop on his head.
The tigers that come down from the mountain to pounce on food are no different!
A desperate exclamation suddenly stopped, and the remaining dead soldiers beside Wanyan Zongjun hadn't even recovered yet. As Wu Song's tall body jumped down, the tight snowflake iron knife in his hand followed suit.
A dazzling cold light was drawn, and it sliced past Wanyan Zongjun's body easily. The moment Wu Songshang landed on the ground, he still kept his kneeling chopping action, and the red line of blood from Wanyan Zongjun's forehead suddenly splashed,
The two mutilated corpses also fell slumped to both sides... and were split into two pieces from the middle by Wu Song's sharp knife!
On the other side, Wanyan Zongpan, who had also begun to run away, looked back and saw Lu Zhishen swinging the heavy water-milled iron Zen staff with great force, opening and closing it widely. Every move and every move contained the ultimate strength.
With the violent killing force, those Jurchen soldiers were forcefully thrown away, like kites with broken strings picked up by the strong wind. They fell down and died instantly. Lu Zhishen's blood-red eyes also stared.
Looking over, he was striding forward, running as fast as he could. Every step he took was three or four steps away from an ordinary person, and he would soon be chasing after him!
"Quick! Stop that bald guy!!"
Wanyan Zongpan hissed in panic, and immediately picked up the reins, urging his horse to gallop out. But Lu Zhishen saw one of the chief culprits of the rebellion not far in front of him galloping away, and there was another person coming from the diagonal side.
The Jurchen warrior, whose face was full of desperate and ferocious aura, screamed and killed him. He picked up the water-milled iron Zen staff in his hand and swept it fiercely. Even though the Jurchen warrior was about to strike with his sword, the powerful Zen staff was still strong.
He was shot with overwhelming force, but how could he resist!?
The simple sword that was set up was embedded in the chest of the man in an instant, and the cracking sound of bones that made people palpitate was heard frequently. The Jurchen stepped and spurted blood from his mouth, and his body immediately flew backwards, but it was straight away.
He flew straight towards Wanyan Zongpan who was about to run away on horseback!
"Tum!!!!"
Lu Zhishen, who was carrying a thousand kilograms in his arms and carrying great strength, swung his staff and smashed the body of the Jurchen general who was coming towards him, and immediately hit Wanyan Zongpan firmly on the back. Blood immediately flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he felt the blood in his chest.
Wanyan Zongpan's body tumbled down from the horse he had just galloped out from, and when he was suddenly hit by such a powerful force, he fell down so hard that stars appeared in his eyes, his nose was crooked, and his mouth was cracked!
Wanyan Zongpan, who was already knocked unconscious from the fall, had not yet struggled to turn over, but he could already hear the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong, and the sound of the heavy objects hitting again, and the remaining relatives beside him
The general's screams and howls suddenly stopped one after another. Wanyan Zongpan was heartbroken, but when he turned over and was about to get up and find a way to escape, a big foot stepped heavily on him.
, immediately kicked Wanyan Zongpan’s chest and nailed him to the cold ground!