In the military camp on the western outskirts of the city, a thousand guards armed to the teeth were ready to go, with three hundred light cavalry as the vanguard, two hundred swordsmen guarding the rear, and finally five hundred crossbowmen as support.
These are the best of the best from the capital. They are all well-trained and experienced in many battles. After receiving the news from Liuzhuang, in just a quarter of an hour, all the personnel were fully equipped.
However, no matter how elite the troops are, they cannot solve the hesitation of information.
Now half an hour has passed since the incident occurred in Liuzhuang. It was too late to arrive at Liuzhuang and no one could be sure.
"Set off!"
The general at the gate of the camp gave an order, and all the troops were dispatched. Hundreds of horses galloped out with a roar, and dust suddenly rose to the sky on the official road in the west of Yangzhou City.
At the moment when the army set off, there were several pairs of eyes in the woods on both sides of the official road watching every move here closely.
These people are also dressed in white, which is very different from the white people in Liuzhuang, but there are some differences in the structure of the clothes.
Behind the people in the woods were several corpses. They were also dressed in white, but they were exactly the same as the people in white in Liuzhuang. The ground was covered with blood, which had soaked into the soil and exuded a faint heat.
At a glance, it was obvious that he was someone who had recently died.
"The Guards have been dispatched. Report it to the Young Altar Master quickly and send reinforcements quickly. None of these thieves pretending to be our White Clothes Sect will survive!"
"yes!"
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In the backyard of Liuzhuang, the scorching sun was still there, but the auspicious clouds in the sky were stirred up by the invisible Qi during the battle between the two peerless masters, and they were constantly changing their shapes.
No one would believe that human power can cause such a change unless they see it with their own eyes.
The clouds spread out in all directions with the two fighting men as the center, like an ever-expanding whirlpool, and like a gradually growing mouth, giving people an incomparable shock.
"Boom! Boom..."
Every time the old man and the woman who claimed to be the Holy Envoy of Water Moon fought, they made a loud noise that shook the earth and the mountains, like the roar of ghosts and gods. They fought from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, from the mountainside to mid-air, from the mid-air to the lake, and from the lake to
A small pavilion in the middle of the lake...
The battle between the two has become the center of the audience, leaving those watching breathless.
On the other side, more people in white came up the mountain like a tide, pulling out their swords one by one and making desperate gestures.
Halfway up the mountain, a young man was carrying an old man on his back, and in front of him was a young child.
But this child is not simple. He is wearing a strange black Taoist uniform, a huge black sword, and a tiger head mask. Only a small bald head is exposed. He has thin arms and legs. It seems that he can't lift it with his hands or shoulders.
He resisted, but the heavy giant sword seemed to be weightless in his hand. When he swung it, the air flow around him reversed, and sand and gravel flew. From a distance, it looked like a black whirlwind. Those men in white could not block a move in front of him.
I could only hear screams again and again. Wherever I passed, people in white clothes lay scattered on the ground.
Xia Shang hid behind the boy and went all the way.
It would be easy to break out of the siege so smoothly, but unexpectedly, a large number of people in white swarmed into Liuzhuang's backyard. The number was even greater than before, at least two to three hundred!
Xia Shang's heart dropped when he saw this battle. If there was another super master among these people who could hold Fu Sheng back, he would be in danger!
At this moment, the old man on his back seemed to have regained consciousness. He raised his head in a daze, rubbed his forehead, and suddenly took a deep breath.
"hiss……"
A goose bag as big as a fist hung in front of my eyes, and it hurt like hell when I touched it.
This old man was able to invite him to a small pavilion halfway up the mountain to discuss matters with the emperor, so his status was quite unusual.
Who doesn't show respect to him when they see him? Who dares to hit him?
Seeing his miserable state, the old man was furious: "Who? Which thief beat me?"
The old man was not fully awake yet and did not know where he was or what was going on around him. He only saw someone carrying him all the way down the mountain.
"Whose little brat, put me down quickly! I will absolve you of any offense."
How could Xia Shang have time to listen to his nonsense? He ignored him and rushed forward. However, the old man refused to let me go and spoke one after another: "Kid, let me go quickly! Do you hear me, let me go now!"
After saying this twice, seeing that the person carrying him did not move, he tore Xia Shang's hair and tore off Xia Shang's turban in anger.
"TMD never stops!"
Xia Shang cursed in his heart, quickly put him on the ground and looked back.
The old man stood on the ground, blowing his beard angrily: "Where did you come from, little brat? You actually offended me like this? I think you are young, so kneel down and admit your mistake, and I will forget about it."
"I'm sorry! You'd better sleep a little longer!"
Sleep a little longer?
What's the meaning?
Before the old man could react, Xia Shang's black fist came again.
Bang!
The old man felt his eyes go dark, there was a big bump on his head, and he fainted again.
Xia Shang secretly scolded this man for trouble. When he looked back, Fu Sheng had already reached the foot of the mountain. The man in white fell to the ground and groaned in pain. Seeing this, Xia Shang hurried to the ground and quickened his pace. As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, Liuzhuang's backyard
The space for movement is larger, and it is much easier to avoid.
The two masters fighting on the mountain also noticed the positions of Xia Shang and Fu Sheng.
The woman in white knew that it would be difficult for these men in white to hold down the fierce boy. How could she let them run away so easily?
Suddenly, the woman in white clenched her silver teeth, her aura increased even more, and a burst of purple energy suddenly erupted from her body. All the purple energy turned into extremely thin silk threads and flew around her body. She put the jade flute in her hand to her mouth and gently flicked it.
blow.
Suddenly, a melodious flute sound was heard in the air, and at the same time, the purple silk thread wrapped around the body seemed to have received some kind of traction, and instantly turned into a series of piercing flying needles and shot towards the opponent!
The old man's face changed drastically when he fought with her, and he quickly retreated, clasping his palms together, and circulating his true energy.
Black mist floated out from both hands with a needle, and the two palms were instantly dyed ink. He used the black energy to practice several palms, which directly collided with the purple silk thread.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
A series of dense explosions came.
Although the old man tried his best, there were too many purple threads, and every collision would force him to retreat.
Unknowingly, the old man's feet had sunk deeply into the soil and he could not move.
"What a powerful witch!"
The woman in white smiled confidently, her voice changed, and three purple threads suddenly turned behind her!
Her real target turned out to be Xia Shang!
"careful!"
The boy Fusheng reacted immediately. He knew how fierce the woman was, and any trace of thread that caught Xia Shang would result in death.
Xia Shang's scalp was numb. Even a fool could see that the woman's fighting ability was not at the same level as Lu Xun's before. Even if he had ten lives, he wouldn't be able to die.
Fortunately, this kid was extremely fast. The moment he realized that Xia Shang was in danger, he turned around, lifted up into the air with a giant sword with a tap of his toes, and stood between Silk Thread and Xia Shang. He bit his lip and prepared.
Hit the opponent with three moves! (To be continued)