The middle-aged man with a white beard slowly lowered his long bow, exhaled softly, and smiled.
A clear scar stretched from top to bottom from his right eye. He was almost blind.
But the scar at this time made him even more ruthless.
"Master Zhao is worthy of being born with divine power, and his strength is truly extraordinary." A red-haired Husi man standing by clapped his hands and praised in admiration.
"No, my skills are nothing compared to your dog king's double sword skills." Zhao Yueting said modestly.
As the general person in charge of Hailong in Huaxin County, he has long been quite dissatisfied with the person in charge of Tan Yang.
Therefore, taking advantage of this opportunity, if he can successfully make a contribution, compare it to the previous accident on Tan Yang's side.
The situation is changing, and maybe he can be replaced by Tan Yang to take charge of the branch situation.
Therefore, to be sure this time, he simply brought his elite troops with him to participate in the siege.
"Sir, some of Zhang Xuan's subordinates retreated to Xuanxin Palace, and some went to Shangde Garden." A guard came forward to report. "Fang Qi's deputy is asking about our next actions."
"No hurry, what about Master Zhang Xuan?"
"Zhang Xuan was fighting with Palace Master Tang Sha and had already fled to the back mountain."
"Let's get rid of Zhang Xuan first. The rest are just chickens and dogs. It's amazing. Zhang Xuan is worthy of being a former fifth-grade master."
Zhao Yueting admired.
He knows how powerful Tang Sha is. If they fight head-on, he will be defeated within twenty moves.
But Zhang Xuan faced off against Tang Sha and Fang Qi one by one, and he actually managed to hold on for so long.
Putting down his bow, he took the scimitar handed to him by his subordinates, took several people with him, and quickly walked towards the alley on the side of the hall.
That's the direction to the back mountain.
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Qinghe Palace Mountain Gate.
Zhang Rongfang looked at the guarded mountain gate in the distance, raised the wish wheel, and started to move forward.
"How are you going to get up there? There should be internal fighting starting now."
A somewhat familiar voice came from behind.
Zhang Rongfang was slightly startled and turned his head to look.
Qing Su actually came too.
She still wore a mask and leather armor, and had a short knife in her hand.
"Why are you here?" Zhang Rongfang was confused.
"It wasn't until you left that I remembered that you hadn't given me your feather talisman yet." Qing Su said calmly.
"You haven't said yet, how do you plan to get up there?"
Zhang Rongfang didn't reply, casually threw the feather talisman back and walked forward with the wishing wheel.
Soon he walked to the front of the mountain gate.
"Who is it?" The guards were several martial arts disciples wearing Taoist robes and white coats.
There are men and women among them.
"My dear, Zhang Rongfang, I was away on business before and now I'm back. Please read this ultimatum."
Zhang Rongfang handed over his identity document.
Since there are Taoist priests guarding the foot of the mountain, it's not too late to come.
He felt slightly relieved.
Among the people guarding the mountain gate, an elderly Taoist priest came forward, took the document, and looked through it.
"Sorry, the mountain gate is closed today. If anything happens, junior brother, you can come back tomorrow." He closed it casually and threw it to Zhang Rongfang without even looking at it carefully.
Zhang Rongfang frowned and was about to speak.
"Zhang Rongfang? Is that you!?" Suddenly, a Kun Dao walked out from behind several people across from him.
The person who came had a fair face, regular features, and a calm temperament. He was Situ Nan, a fellow student whom Zhang Rongfang had met when he was still a disciple of the handyman.
Situ Nan looked stiff and opened his mouth to say something, but suppressed it again.
"Situ, why are you here?" Zhang Rongfang keenly noticed something was wrong.
Situ Nan is also a martial arts disciple, so how come he comes to the mountain gate to do the job of guarding the gate?
"I was assigned to guard the mountain gate. There are important matters in the Dao Palace today. If you want to come, you should come back tomorrow."
Situ Nan gritted his teeth, with a trace of unbearability flashing in his eyes, and still persuaded the other party not to go up the mountain.
"Tomorrow?" Zhang Rongfang fell silent and glanced at the people in front of him.
There is only one road from Qinghe Palace that can go up the mountain the fastest. If you want to take other detours, you will waste a lot of time.
so....
"What if I have to go up the mountain today?"
"Must you?" The middle-aged Taoist laughed, "It's interesting, then you can try it."
Zhang Rongfang stopped talking.
He raised his head and looked towards the mountain, and there seemed to be a faint sound floating in the wind.
Wow.
He mentioned the Wish Wheel.
Take a step forward.
Suddenly a figure flashed.
A group of Taoists guarding the mountain were stunned. The middle-aged Taoist still had the evil sneer on his face.
There was a crisp popping sound.
His eyes were blank, and his head was flying high.
A headless corpse slowly knelt down beneath him.
After the body fell, the others reacted in shock and screamed.
Zhang Rongfang's figure has quickly passed through the mountain gate, turning into a black line and rushing towards the mountain.
Its speed is far beyond the level of the so-called third grade.
Qing Su from behind didn't react at all. At that moment, she was still waiting for Zhang Rongfang's reaction.
Can....
"this...."
"This kind of movement...!!"
Her body was trembling slightly.
It wasn't shocking, it was terrifying.
A cold shudder rushed up from her tailbone to the top of her head.
That moment just now, if she had been the one to block it...
Qing Su felt horrified in her heart.
Because the answer is already in her mind.
That blow would kill even her.
"This is not a third-grade movement technique at all!! Zhang Rongfang...you hide it so deeply!!"
She suppressed the goosebumps on her body, gritted her teeth, and sped up to follow the mountain.
She wanted to see with her own eyes what Zhang Rongfang wanted to do!
At the mountain gate.
For a while, only Situ Nan and others were left, looking at the headless corpse with pale faces, not having recovered from the incident just now.
Bang!!
At the second gate of the mountain gate, the wooden door to the living room was violently smashed open.
The door fell down, and the two Taoists holding sticks inside turned around and looked.
In an instant, two blood flowers bloomed.
The two of them covered their throats in confusion and slowly fell to the ground.
In the shadows behind them, Zhang Rongfang withdrew his wishing wheel and walked through the reception room with a calm expression to the inner door.
What Qing Su said is correct.
As long as he is fast enough, there will always be only one enemy.
squeak.
The inner door opened, revealing the dojo where a fierce battle was still taking place.
Two leather-armored sword-and-shield soldiers roared and slashed at him with their swords.
The shiny silver blade was almost stained dark red with blood.
Swish.
The blade passed by Zhang Rongfang's side and missed.
He staggered forward and flashed between the two of them like a shadow.
Pfft.
The two soldiers held Biao Xue's neck and fell to the ground.
No need to take action, just place the injury in the correct position, and everything is over.
Further away, a strong martial arts man saw this and roared, circling with knives in both hands and charging towards him fiercely.
Dang!
The giant machete, which was as long as a person, struck heavily on the stone tiles on the ground, sinking half of the blade into it.
Zhang Rongfang's figure flashed and appeared behind the strong man, a row of blood drops slowly dripping from the blade.
The strong man froze on the spot. Starting from the waist, his whole body slowly divided into two sections and slipped to the ground.
At this moment, Qing Su came quickly from behind.
Her scalp was numb along the way, looking at the corpses along the way.
It was only then that she realized exactly what kind of person she had provoked before.
At this time, after Zhang Rongfang killed seven or eight people in succession, there were also several minor bosses among them.
Such a counter-attack gave Zhang Xintai and others who were blocked in Xuanxin Hall a breath of respite and began to roar back.
Qing Su exhaled gently, and at this time Zhang Rongfang could not be seen on the field.
He is like a deadly snake in the shadows, only a little bit of him can be seen before someone is killed.
Not long after, there were fewer and fewer rebel troops belonging to Hai Long and Fang Qi on the field.
Some people even lost half of their teammates for no apparent reason, and were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and ran away.
Many of these so-called rebels were actually just ordinary farmers a few months ago.
The remaining Taoist subordinates of Tang Sha were gradually surrounded by Zhang Xintai and others who counterattacked.
The scene was a mess, with scuffles everywhere.
Qingsu tried hard to find Zhang Rongfang.
But with her fourth-level physical fitness, it was actually somewhat difficult to find traces of the other party.
While pursuing the other party, she had already seen the corpses of several third-grade elite sea dragon masters.
These masters, who were only slightly weaker than her, were like garbage, lying on the ground gradually getting cold.
This made her feel even colder.
She already understood that this Zhang Rongfang was definitely not a third-grade person!
His strength far exceeds his imagination!
Finally, her vision caught a blurry black shadow.
It’s Zhang Rongfang!
He was standing up from a corpse, as if he had obtained some information from the interrogation, and walked straight towards the alleyway.
Qingsu gritted her teeth and quickly followed.
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Back mountain.
There are rows of clothing rooms where Taoist robes are dried to dry.
The two figures crossed each other rapidly, making heavy sounds of fighting from time to time.
Pieces of clothing were torn to pieces and thrown up by the huge force, and scattered in the mountain wind.
After a while, Tang Sha's chest kept rising and falling, and he took a few steps back and stopped.
He is also old. It is already very good to be able to fight like this.
Opposite Zhang Xuan had blood at the corner of his mouth and was seriously injured. But the key was not that, but that after fighting for so long, their physical strength could no longer hold on.
"Ha ha ha ha!!"
Not far away, Zhao Yueting was holding a scimitar, laughing and leading people closer.
"Palace Master Tang, it seems that you are still getting old. It has been so long and you still can't win over Zhang Xuan. Do you want someone to help?"
Zhang Xuan looked at the new arrivals, especially Zhao Yueting at the front. This person was the fourth-grade leader of Hai Long. His wind-splitting sword technique was said to be able to prevent water from entering, which was quite powerful.
Now he is almost exhausted physically and mentally, and has been struggling to support himself, hoping that the three leaders of the Han family can go up the mountain to support him in time.
But...the people who came for support were actually Hai Long and his gang of villains!
Zhang Xuan's heart sank.
Looking back on this hasty uprising, we originally thought we were brothers with one heart, and we originally thought we were a life-or-death alliance based on bloodshed.
Now I realize that those people and those things are all fake.
In order to recruit people, Fang Qi's people could actually do this...
"But it's okay. At least Hongyan and Rongfang are outside."
"Hongyan is already pregnant...and Rongfang...it's a pity...that we can't see him become famous all over the world..."
the other side.
"As I get older, I am no longer a young man..." Tang Sha did not show off. Since someone offered help, he would not refuse it.
"Please also ask Mr. Zhao to lend a helping hand."
He cupped his fists and raised his hands towards Zhao Yueting.
Zhao Yueting laughed and raised his knife and moved forward.
After taking just a few steps, he suddenly realized something was wrong and turned around suddenly.
behind.
Two of the three men he just brought were already lying in a pool of blood.
And the last person was stretching out his hand with difficulty, wanting to touch and remind him.
Snapped.
The arms dropped, and a big hand was released from the man's neck.
His big hand drooped, and blood dripped from his fingertips.
"Now."
In the darkness, a person slowly approached.
"It's one-on-one again."
Zhang Rongfang raised his head and looked at Zhao Yueting in front of him, his face covered with splattered blood.
"I'm sorry, master, my disciple is a little late."
Then, just like before, he raised his head to meet Zhang Xuan's stunned gaze.