Tang Shuai roared angrily, pointing his fingers like swords, thousands of shadows, and flicked out his hands. Wild energy swirled from all directions. The layers of sword energy were moving so fast that it seemed like bloody blades were flying across the sky.

, nowhere to hide, invulnerable.

In an instant, puffs of blood rose up with the sword, and pieces of flesh splashed all over the sky like water. The bodies of the twelve golden-shirted warriors whose chests exploded flew several feet away. They thought they would be dismembered by the sword energy all over the sky when they landed, and turned into a pile of pieces of meat.

Crackling and scattered all over the slope.

Bai Jinghong's body-protecting god was also shattered by Tang Shuai's shock. After taking five steps back, all the major points in his body exploded under the strong internal and external pressure, and blood mist sprayed out wildly all over his body.

"Reincarnation Sword Finger!" Bai Jinghong gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you, the famous sword Tang Qi?"

Tang Shuai replied expressionlessly: "In terms of seniority, he is my nephew!"

"So you are a direct descendant of Mad God Tang Tian! I am not wronged. I am not wronged. I am not wronged..."

Bai Jinghong laughed wildly three times and vomited blood and died, his body falling into the dust.

Xie Bangui pulled out the knife from his shoulder, took a deep breath, and tapped three acupuncture points to barely stop the blood flow on his shoulder.

Over there, old money and fat men, all covered with blood, also rushed over one after another, saying in unison: "Brother, how are you?"

Xie Bangui's face turned pale, and he spat out a ball of black blood from his mouth: "Fat man, your blood-burning secret method is really not for human use. I fought with all my life to resist that old guy. How are you, Tang Shuai?"

Blood spurted out from Tang Shuai's mouth and nose, and his pretty face turned into that of a ghost, but he forced a smile and said: "Our situation is similar."

In terms of skill, Xie Bangui and Tang Shuai are close to each other. Just now, the two of them made dangerous moves and used secret methods to forcibly improve their cultivation, so that they could risk their lives in a fight with Bai Jinghong. Xie Bangui's vitality was seriously injured, and Tang Shuai naturally

Not much better.

Xie Bangui wanted to say something else, but he heard thunderous shouts at the foot of the mountain. Looking around, he saw thousands of White Lotus followers, picking up the heads of Tang Sect disciples with the tips of their swords, raising their arms and shouting wildly in the rain of blood.

Lao Qian, who had his back to the foot of the mountain, was so frightened that he took a breath of cold air: "This is such a long time, how come all the disciples of Zatang died?"

"The White Lotus Sect controls the army!"

Although the White Lotus sect members who arrived later were carrying the White Lotus sect's Suzaku and Xuanwu battle flags, they were holding Ming army standard ordnance. They must have controlled part of the army in Sichuan to be able to do so in such a short period of time.

Within a short period of time, the disciples of Zatang were made to suffer under the powerful bows and crossbows.

Tang Jinghong, who had already retreated to the top of the mountain, rushed down in a hurry: "All the disciples have withdrawn to the abandoned fortress on the top of the mountain. Auntie asked me to pick you up."

Xie Bangui smiled bitterly and said: "I hope I can hold on to the destruction of the fort for a while based on what you said!"

"What the hell!" the fat man said angrily: "They have crossbows and bows, and maybe they can also get artillery. We don't even have concealed weapons. We just have an earthen city that is about to collapse. It's good if we can hold on until dawn.

Brother, how about I protect you and kill you?"

Xie Bangui knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he asked directly: "Even if we can fight out, where is the girl? Where is the old money? You leave them here?"

The fat man was so angry that he stamped his feet and said: "Mom, I still have one day to live and die with the Tang Clan. Mr. Tang, please leave your disciples to me."

"You..." Tang Jinghong was stunned.

Xie Bangui said with a smile: "The fat man turned out to be a serious military attache of the sixth rank. His ancestors also had a martial arts background. He has a good way of marching and fighting."

Tang Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

Fatty Gao waved his hand: "Then listen to me, except for the front wall, tear down everything in the back... By the way, your aunt is a Taoist master, maybe she can help a lot..."

The Tang Sect was still preparing intensively for battle. The Protector of the White Lotus Sect had already ordered an attack on the mountain. Three thousand members of the sect rushed up the back mountain like a tide with swords. The disciples of the Dark Tang Dynasty rushed towards the city wall against the rocks that were as violent as locusts. They were almost close to the city wall.

At this time, each of them took out a leather shield from his back and formed a five-foot-square square, covering his body and continuing to approach the city wall.

Before they could throw their flying claws, several giant trees made of houses were suddenly exposed on the city top. The Tang Sect disciples on the city shouted loudly and threw the giant trees in their hands, and hit the city with a "bang".

The disciples quickly retreated amidst the violent swinging of the city gate, and a second group of Tang Sect disciples holding huge trees came one after another...

"Shoot the arrow...shoot the arrow..."

The leader of the White Lotus Sect had already shouted out of tune, but the disciples of the Tang Sect fought one after another under the rain of arrows and defended the city without flinching. They kept throwing stones and suppressed the White Lotus sect members who were attacking furiously. Bai Lian was forced to

The five commanders of the cult continued to retreat, and finally stood at the end of the army, controlling the sect's followers to attack the city.

The five commanders, who thought they were safe, suddenly saw the signal flag on top of the city waving several times in succession. They didn't know what was going on. Several long locks flew out of the bamboo forest behind them.

The long locks made of beef tendons were like snakes. After tightly wrapping around a person's limbs, they suddenly tightened and tore the person into four pieces with a "click" sound.

The four surviving people instinctively slashed at the flying rope with their knives. Unexpectedly, when the blade intersected with the flying lock, the noose rolled back around the four people's necks and tightened suddenly. The four heads were immediately flung into the air, and followed by

The direction in which the noose flew disappeared into the forest. Four headless corpses collided together, and blood splashed out from their severed cavities, making the surrounding bamboo leaves rustle.

The five leaders were killed instantly, and the White Lotus sect members who lost their command suddenly became confused and scrambled to retreat down the mountain. Unexpectedly, the mountain road they had just come up suddenly turned into a spider web extending in all directions, and they could no longer find the path down the mountain.

The crowd was wandering around in the forest like a plate of loose sand.

The tall fat man in the city sneered: "Tell the disciples in the forest to let them play slowly and hold off those bastards. Otherwise, the enemy will not jump over the wall and mobilize artillery to blast the mountain."

The White Lotus Sect protector who was in charge of commanding at the foot of the mountain frowned and said, "What's going on?"

"It's the magic of 'painting ridges and tracing peaks'." Someone replied: "Someone used magic to change the terrain on the mountain. It seems that they want to hold back our disciples and prevent us from attacking the mountain with artillery."

The protector said coldly, "The Holy Envoy has given us an order to make a quick victory. Let those disciples return to their hometown in Vacuum!"

"You can't protect the Dharma!" Someone said hurriedly: "Disciples of the Holy Cult are hard-won. If you give up casually like this, it will easily make other people feel cold! Why don't you wait a little longer? According to my subordinates, the illusion on the mountain disappears and appears, and it seems like a person casting a spell.

The injury is also serious, and I probably won’t be able to hold on for long. There is no need to protect the Dharma..."

The protector also pondered: "What you said makes sense, but the Holy Envoy seems to be quite afraid of the man named Xie Bangui..."

"How much trouble can a nobody make?" someone complained.

In fact, the protector felt that Feng Sheng Zuo was making a fuss out of a molehill. He pondered for a moment and said, "Then send more people up there and tire that master Taoist priest to death..."

"The protector is wise!"

A large number of believers once again swarmed to the back mountain bamboo forest, but the illusion on the mountain did not collapse in an instant as they thought. Instead, it persisted until the east turned white and then gradually disappeared.

The members of the White Lotus cult who had been trapped all night suddenly went crazy and rushed towards Tucheng. Once again, they were in close combat with the disciples of the Tang Sect. They gradually retreated under the tight guard of the Tang Sect until dawn. At this time, there were mountains of corpses under the city, and the city walls made of rammed earth were also piled up.

It was soaked from the inside out with blood, and there was a faint tendency to collapse.
Chapter completed!