"His!"
Yang Ji held the sword with both hands, and the five "Guquan Swords" were like sharp harvesting weapons, piercing into the dense crowd of Tianyin cultists, and the screams suddenly sounded again.
boom!
Wang Xian knocked away a Tianyin Sect believer and got off his horse.
"Yang Ji, are you okay?"
Wang Xiandao.
"fine."
Yang Ji shook his head and said in surprise: "Why did you show up here?"
After all, a person's power is limited. No matter how powerful Yang Ji is, there is no way he can deal with the Tianyin cultists who are ten times, more than ten times, dozens of times... or even a hundred times, a thousand times more than him.
Only by gathering the strength of everyone can we make a difference.
"Haha, retaliation for retaliation, this is repaying the kindness you gave me in the martial arts palace for saving my life."
Wang Xian laughed.
Seeing Yang Ji's serious expression, Wang Xian stopped smiling and had a solemn look on his face:
"The army has been completely dispersed. I tried my best and could only gather so many people. This is also my limit. Although I come from a military family and am good at fighting, I don't know what to do with the situation in front of me.
——Yang Ji, please pay more attention. At this time, I can only think of you."
Wang Xian's eyes revealed a deep sense of powerlessness. He came from a military family, and a small captain was simply overqualified and underqualified.
The Tianyin Sect waited for work and dispersed the imperial army in a brutal way. But Wang Xian had the ability to pull together a team in this chaos and organize an effective resistance.
But this is Wang Xian's limit.
As a soldier, he does not have Yang Ji's "overall view" and ability to grasp the battle situation. In this situation, Wang Xian can only think of Yang Ji.
Chapter completed!