As soon as Cheng Yingyu finished speaking, he suddenly heard a long horn sound from the fishing village. The horn sound was low, and it felt desolate and tragic.

Everyone looked around and saw a long torch coming from the fishing village. In a moment, a team of about three or four hundred people stepped out from the entrance of the village. Under the candles, the team of three or four hundred people was dressed in different clothes, but they were all tied with red scarves on their heads, and they were all full of swords, guns, swords, sticks, and weapons. They exuded a sense of courage to look at death. The spirit revealed in their eyes was very similar to the members of Lin Zhao's pyramid scheme organization in his previous life, and their excitement and fanaticism filled their whole body.

The crowd across the street was separated, and a white-bearded old man with a red scarf on his head and a black robe walked from the middle passage. The white-bearded old man had a kind face, but his eyes flashed, revealing that his appearance may be different from his original heart.

"Haha, you court hawks came to your door. But you don't plan to do something differently. Don't talk too much today. It's just a fight to the death!" The old man with white bearded voice was old, but his tone was sonorous.

After saying that, he turned to the church members who came with him, raised his hands high, and shouted loudly in a frenzy: "The Holy Fire of the Red Lotus, burns my body, removes dirt, and removes dirt, and the heaven and the earth will return together!" After hearing this, the three or four hundred "Red Lotus Sect" believers around him were excited and raised their weapons together, shouting in the same voice: "The Holy Fire of the Red Lotus, burns my body, removes dirt, and removes dirt, and the heaven and the earth will return together!"

The voice was deafening, spreading all over the small islands in the river, echoing on the vast and vast surface of the Nanling River. There was infinite fanaticism and heartfelt recognition in the tone. The shouting was repeated repeatedly, becoming more and more high-pitched, and finally there was a hint of holiness. When others heard about it, they seemed that they could see the image of a group of saints who had overcome all obstacles for noble ideals, who were brave enough to sacrifice themselves and dared to sacrifice.

Lin Zhao frowned, her eyes were gloomy, and she really hated the abnormality. She saw too many brainwashing methods and words in her previous life, which made her disgusted her behavior that distorts human nature and spiritual will from the bottom of her heart.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed, and Lin Zhao looked at the thirty or forty people on the last side of the opposite side carefully. The clothes and dress of these people were no different from those of the Red Lotus Cultivators around him, but they were all humble and silent, which was completely different from the fanatical cultivators around him.

Cheng Yingyu looked at the fanatical Red Lotus Sect opposite, furious and scolded: "You are so stubborn and terrifying, and since you are ignorant, you will bear the thunderous anger of my Dawu!" After saying that, he waved his left hand forward with all his true energy, and shouted: "Don't kill, no matter how you keep the chicken and dog, kill!!!"

"Kill, kill, kill!" General Lu led the army, leading five hundred soldiers, shouting uniform slogans, and rushed towards the Red Lotus Sect opposite with murderous intent.

"The Di character team, Xuan character team, and Huang character team attack with the army, mainly killing the opponent's masters! The Tian character team, Yu character team, Zhou character team, and Hong character team are in charge." Cheng Yingyu served as the commander and assigned tasks.

When Master Xuyang, Zen Master Huiming and Mr. Wei Yuan heard this, they each led a group of innate masters forward to find the masters of the Red Lotus Sect to kill them.

A distance of dozens of feet was reached in just a few breaths. The five hundred soldiers led by General Lu met with more than 300 Red Lotus Cultists. After the fight, everyone was shocked.

When the two soldiers intersected, it was a one-sided situation. After more than ten breaths, dozens of corpses of Dawu soldiers fell down on the ground. More than 300 Red Lotus Sect members were actually elite masters. Dawu soldiers had no power to fight back at all, but just massacred one-sidedly.

General Lu's eyes were so loud that he was scattered. His comrades fell down like wheat, his heart was cut like a knife, and he roared angrily. The sword in his hand was filled with true energy, and he slashed at his opponent like lightning, but the result was not satisfactory.

The opponent was an eight-foot man with a red scarf tied with his head. His arms were tangled and his face was covered with twisted muscles and twisted beards, as thick and lush as weeds on the roadside. The bearded man held a slashing sword in both hands. He just stepped lightly to resist General Lu's attack. Then he turned his blade and drew an arc to slash General Lu's head.

Before the blade arrived, General Lu's skin was already stimulating, and the sound of stroke and thunder made General Lu know that he could not take it hard and could only avoid it.

General Lu turned his body and avoided the knife that seemed to be able to break Yue Duanliu. He suddenly heard a scream, and stopped just now. He turned around and glanced at him in a hurry, and suddenly felt his blood rushing up to his head.

Zen Master Huiming could see clearly from the side that General Lu had avoided the sword just now, but a soldier followed him, who was hit by the sword energy, and was divided into two pieces from the top of his head to the toe. The scene was extremely tragic.

General Lu was as powerful as a madman, only attacking but not defending, but his bearded man had a delicate sword technique, which easily blocked General Lu's attack like boiling water. Zen Master Huiming understood that this eight-foot bearded man was an innate master, and the attack with the sword energy outward showed that his strength was very strong. So he no longer cared about other rules. With a wave of the Zen stick, he went forward and responded to General Lu.

The battle is still going on, and the situation on the battlefield is becoming increasingly unfavorable to Lin Zhao's side. The Dawu soldiers were constantly harvested by the Red Lotus Sect like wheat. At this time, the bodies of more than 200 Dawu soldiers had fallen down on the ground, blood flowing all over the ground, and the smell of fishy smell was sensation.

Cheng Yingyu's face looked ugly, and the innate masters of the "Zhou" team and the "Hong" team also entered the battle, replaced General Lu and asked him to command the soldiers.

After the fourteen innate masters entered the battle, the situation improved, but it was limited. The battle of hundreds or thousands of people was completely different from fighting alone. The more than 300 Red Lotus scholars on the opposite side were all elites, all of whom were successful in martial arts practice, and seemed to have undergone strict military training. The rules were well organized and cooperated with each other. The attacks of innate masters were blocked by several people and did not have any lethality.

Cheng Yingyu's brows became tighter and tighter, and his eyebrows were almost frowning. He turned around and whispered a few words to General Lu. General Lu's eyes were red and he sent orders to the soldiers around him.

The fight was still going on, and shouting and screaming were endless. Lin Zhao looked at the tragic scene in front of him and clenched his fists tightly. The impact of his soul was too great. In his previous life, it was strange to meet a thief on weekdays, and it was not necessarily encountered once a year. This was the first time that he had encountered such a cruel scene. His life was like paper, and he would break it when he was torn, and his body was like grass, and the wind could disperse.

The field was full of eyes, and the innate masters who had been investing before began to be injured. No matter how high the martial arts skills were, they were afraid of kitchen knives. In such a messy battlefield, the innate masters could not let go of their hands and feet, and were afraid that the sword energy would hurt their own people, so they fought very frustrated.

After a moment, he heard a burst of rapid footsteps. Lin Zhao looked around and saw more than 1,300 soldiers of the Jinghai Army who had just scattered back to gather, preparing to give up the siege, kill all the thieves of the Red Lotus Sect in front of him, and then make plans.

After about half a cup of tea, there were only less than a hundred soldiers left on the battlefield, all of whom were killed and lost their fighting spirit. Fortunately, there were more than 30 innate masters supporting the scene, otherwise they would have disintegrated.

Cheng Yingyu shouted loudly and ordered the innate masters to retreat one after another. More than a thousand Navy soldiers formed a formation and entered the battlefield. At this time, there were less than 300 Red Lotus Sects on the opposite side, but they were like chicken blood, shouting: "The Red Lotus Holy Fire, burn my body, remove dirt, and eliminate dirt, and the heaven and earth will return together!" In the eyes of the Red Lotus Sects, these enemies are all dirt and need to be purified by the Red Lotus Sects.

The battle situation entered a white-hot stage, with more than a thousand Navy soldiers and 300 Red Lotus scholars killed their heads and their minds were congested. One side watched his comrades-brothers who were together day and night died tragically at the hands of the thieves. The Red Lotus scholars were sacred and did not hesitate to do this for their lofty ideas. Only the only thing left is to die.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and half a red sun rose on the river. Fierce shouts of killing spread across the island and resounded across the river. The shops and coolies on the island were silent, hiding in the house, trembling.

The battle situation was still the same, like a meat grinder. Cheng Yingyu's face turned pale, General Lu's lips had been bitten, but his body was still standing upright, like a spear piercing the sky. The innate masters also looked calm and looked at the battlefield.

At this time, there were only seven or eight hundred soldiers left in the Jinghai Army, and there were less than two hundred Red Lotus Sect members opposite. Lin Zhao suddenly saw the white-bearded old man waved his hand, and then a middle-aged man in black robe standing behind him suddenly took out a bronze flute and put it to his mouth to play. The Red Lotus Sect members who were fighting on the battlefield began to gather slowly at the same time, fighting and retreating to the side.

At this time, the old man with white hair kept standing down behind his head, and about thirty or forty people slowly raised their heads.

"The head of the head of the General Hu of Yingyang Escort Agency?" "Niu Zhuang, Niu Li from Xiongtouling?" "The Qingyang Palm is a pity?" Among the innate masters, people screamed from time to time.

The thirty or forty people behind the white-bearded old man opposite were all famous martial arts masters in the Great Martial Kingdom, including heroes from the martial arts world, the heads of thieves occupying the mountain, and the lone knights. At this time, they were identified by many innate masters. But some people couldn't understand why these masters appeared in the Red Lotus Sect team opposite.

Lin Zhao remembered the secret information introduced by Lin Renjie before. The "Red Lotus Sect" mastered a secret method that can control the minds of martial arts masters and use them. I believe these people are martial arts masters who have been controlled by them.

The bronze flute made a low and strange sound. More than 30 controlled martial arts masters all had red eyes and rushed towards the soldiers of Jing Haijun, roaring like a beast in their mouths, which was intimidating.

General Lu issued an order, and more than 300 soldiers of the Jinghai Army who were fighting with the Red Lotus Cultists were separated to face the controlled martial arts masters.

As soon as the troops confronted, Cheng Yingyu and everyone's faces changed drastically. These controlled martial arts masters all changed their strength one by one, and were wearing armor under their clothes. When they fought with the Jinghai soldiers, they either cut off the Jinghai soldiers in half, smashed their heads, or tore them up directly. The brutal means and the fierce fighting techniques made the soldiers of the Jinghai soldiers feel broken.

The scene was another one-sided situation. Cheng Yingyu had no choice but to send the innate masters to the scene and continue fighting, leaving only the Tianzi team to support the formation.

Uncle and nephew Lin Zhao are going to take action this time. Lin Zhao followed Lin Renjie and rushed into the crowd opposite and found an opponent. He first tried it. In addition to being stronger and having armor to protect his body, the rest was just fearless and fearless, but he seemed to be unconscious.

In Lin Zhao's opinion, these controlled martial arts masters have great lethality to the soldiers of the Jing Hai Army, but they do not have much pressure on him. But Lin Zhao kept in mind Lin Renjie's words of starting, and retained his strength and no longer stood out. It just seemed that the battle was fierce and it was difficult to separate from the opponent in front of him, but in fact it was "opening the gate and letting water go"!

In life, you should be confused and you should be confused. When you should be beaten by Taiping Fist, you should be beaten. While comforting yourself, Lin Zhao observed the situation on the battlefield at any time, taking it seriously!

It is precisely: the situation is in a stalemate, and blood is flowing through death!
Chapter completed!