The smiles on the two of them were stagnant at the same time as their steps. Today they experienced too many terrible divine turns. When they heard the movements of cannons, horns, wolf smoke, drums, etc., their hearts would suddenly sink down.

Two or three thousand people appeared at the top of the iron mountain, and more than a thousand people ran out of the forest road at the foot of the mountain. They were all in uniform yellow clothes, yellow turbans covered with yellow cloth, and they were holding various strange-shaped weapons, from swords to ten thousand-character snatches, sticks, iron whips, and judges. They were obviously from the world, not regular official troops, dozens of people were divided into small teams, and more than a dozen teams gathered together to form a large group. This time, Maohai Peak saw it clearly, with three large groups on the mountain and two at the foot of the mountain, and a yellow flag was erected high on the top of the mountain, with a black dragon with fangs and claws on it.

Mao Haifeng almost spurted out a mouthful of blood. He was so familiar with these people. Since the last battle of Hengyu, they have been in Mao Haifeng's nightmare countless times. Yes, he read that right. The ones in front of him were nothing but someone else, but the disciples of the Black Dragon Society led by Tianlang.

Under the Black Dragon Banner, Pei Wenyuan's long beards fluttered, holding a whisk in his left hand, holding a long sword behind his back, and holding a ≌, w↖ww. A sign flag was obviously the commander here. The mountain wind blew his long beards. Seeing these Japanese pirates whose spirit had begun to collapse, a cold and cold light flashed in Pei Wenyuan's eyes. With a wave of his hand, the disciples behind him ran out one after another. More than 200 people were holding a bloody head in their hands, throwing it under the Black Dragon Banner. More than 100 men tied like brown and covered in blood were lifted out by two people in groups with their left and right arms, kicking and bent, and they all knelt on the banner dejectedly, with bright weapons on their necks.

Wu Ping's eyes were as bright as the bronze bell, and he recognized it. It was clearly the one he left behind under Xianyou's men, and the one in his fifties, who was in his fifties and a head with a white goatee with wide eyes, was his deputy, and his uncle Liu Buping, who had been following Wu Ping for more than 30 years. Wu Ping handed over this important task of ensuring the retreat, and he also gave him all the three hundred most elite guard disciples. Unexpectedly, these people are either dead or captured, and there is not even one who ran out to report the news.

Pei Wenyuan's luck and true energy shouted loudly: "Mao Haifeng, Wu Ping, our Tianlang General has already calculated your origin, and has sent me to wait here for a long time. You Japanese pirates have a huge crime, and today it is a net of heaven and earth. It is impossible for you to escape again. General Qi, the general of Zhejiang, has an order to put down his weapons. Those who are stubborn will be killed. If they are stubborn and resist to the end, there will be only a dead end!"

As Pei Wenyuan's words drifted to the ears of every Japanese pirate with internal strength and mountain wind, their faces turned pale. Half a day ago, they were inspired by white silver. The dream of attacking Nan Shaolin, killing all the thieves, bald donkeys and Tianlang, and grabbing millions of taels of silver had long disappeared. However, these people were all bloody and guilty old Japanese pirates, most of whom followed Mao Haifeng to rush on the sea since the Wang Zhi era. After witnessing the ending of Wang Zhi and Xu Hai, they did not fantasize about how to save their lives after surrender. What they were thinking was just how to die more heroically.

Mao Haifeng looked back and saw that the Demon-Subduing Alliance troops led by Li Cangxing had arrived behind him. More than 3,000 people had already spread out behind him. Hundreds of teams formed a battle formation, including monks, Taoists, Niangs and Separatists, and they all glared at him.

Mao Haifeng sighed and said to Wu Ping: "Old Wu, it seems we are going to leave here today."

Wu Ping gritted his teeth and said, "It's not over yet. We have more than 5,000 people. Some of them are fighting. They are nothing more than killing one and killing two and making one. They will fight with them."

Mao Haifeng looked around and shouted: "Men of the sea, do you want to surrender or fight with the dog god?"

The Japanese pirates shouted loudly to fight to the death, but the voice was scattered and far less powerful than the momentum he had just come out today.

Mao Haifeng gritted his teeth and shouted: "Open the iron box, each person will take a silver ingot (ten taels of silver), kill one enough money, kill two to earn one, I will block the back, and the others will all attack the thieves in Tieshan with the leader Wu, and rush out and count them one!"

The stimulation of real money and silver was the most effective. When the Japanese pirates heard that there was money, they were all shocked. Mao Haifeng personally smashed open the box, and the silver ingots rolled all over the ground. The Japanese pirates rushed forward to pick up a ingot of silver, and then ran back to their own team. There were also a few smart people who picked up one or two more while it was not paying attention. Everyone was ecstatic. However, in the end, the hundreds of guys who didn't have time to pick up were so angry that they shouted and cursed the ancestors of the guys who picked up more ingots for 18 generations.

Just when the Japanese pirates were picking up silver ingots, Li Cangxing stood in front of the formation and looked coldly at the chaos in the other side's formation. The sky gradually darkened and it was almost dusk, and the setting sun was like blood, shining on this flat ground, indicating that in a while, the land would be watered by blood and fertile by the corpse.

Zhichen stood beside Li Cangxing and asked, "General Li, you fight and fight in the enemy's formation at this time, and it's in chaos. Why don't you attack at this time?"

Li Cangxing smiled and shook his head: "Mao Haifeng is not stupid. Before the war, he thought of using this method to boost morale. Unfortunately, he had to be able to get the shape and not the marrow. Although there must be brave men under heavy rewards, it was a time when the two armies were facing each other and the outcome was unpredictable. But now everyone among the Japanese pirates knows that the defeat is decided. At this time, if the money is divided, the people who have received the money will naturally not fight for life and death. They will only think that they can save their lives and get the money. So instead, they save our troubles. When fighting, they should pay attention to their people who escape in the chaos and order each team to lock in an enemy team, and ignore the others. Just keep in mind the team you are staring at, and you can chase and kill them in a dispersed manner. You must not get a thief arrested!"

Zhichen, Xu Linzong and others quickly passed Li Cangxing's order. At this time, the Japanese pirates formed a roar of Mao Haifeng. The tide-like Japanese pirates began to charge towards the disciples of the Black Dragon Society in front, and the iron gunners ran in front. Their guns were directly loaded with guns and rushed to the front with great momentum. They ran to the front fifty steps of the Black Dragon Society troops on the mountain road, and then they picked up their guns, lined up their linear gun arrays, and prepared to fire them.

Standing at the foot of the mountain was Qian Guanglai and Monk Buyou. Two piles of meat jumped on Qian Guanglai's fat face. With a wave of his hand, more than a hundred Black Dragon Society disciples rushed out from behind the formation, two of them holding thick wooden shields that were more than one person tall. These shields were seized from Wu Ping's camp and were originally used to prevent the launch of guns and bullets, but unexpectedly, they became the best tool for the Black Dragon Society to deal with Japanese iron cannons.

A burst of "crackling" iron cannons sounded, and the wooden shields were beaten so hard that the wood chips flew everywhere. Four or five unlucky guys stood behind the wooden shields, but were hit by the piercing guns, and fell to the ground, dragged down by the companions behind them, and the smoke filled the smoke. The iron cannoners on the opposite side began to load gun bullets again.

More than 200 men in yellow jumped out from behind the wooden shield, used their light skills, and jumped to seven or eight feet away from the iron gunners, waved their hands in a row. They shot out all kinds of hidden weapons at the fastest speed, including various darts, sleeve arrows, paper clips, flying knives, willow darts, iron bodhi, iron chains, rainy pear blossom needles, whizzing through the air, cleaning the more than 200 iron gunners in the front row.

The iron cannons did not have those exclusive shields to cover them. They were beaten by this round of hidden weapons and cried and called their parents. The martial arts masters could throw out six or seven flying knives in an instant, which was much faster than the iron cannon's loading. Even if more than a dozen iron cannons escaped this round of baptism as fish that escaped the net, when they just raised their guns, the second round of hidden weapons came again, nailing these guys all over their hands and bodies, screaming and falling down, but there were only four or five sparse gunfire sounds, and they disappeared.

The demon cultists in black also jumped over the corpses of the iron gunner. These people were also masters of hidden weapons. More than 200 people jumped forward. The hidden weapons wearing deerskin gloves came out like rain. The black blood divine needle of the demon cult famous Jianghu cut through the sky. In an instant, more than 30 hidden weapons masters of the Black Dragon Society on the opposite side fell down, but the losses caused by the iron gunners in front were much greater. Seeing that Wu Ping, who was escorting the formation behind, also smiled on his face.

The yellow-clothed hidden weapon players of the Black Dragon Club threw out another wave of hidden weapons, knocking down more than 20 demon cult members. The leader shouted: "The wind is tight, pull it!" The yellow-clothed men quickly retreated, and the injured people lying on the ground struggled to get up, carrying or holding them up by their left and right companions, retreating quickly.

Wu Ping yelled: "Chasing, don't let them escape!" With the seven-toothed sea shark sword in his hand, more than two thousand disciples of the Demon Cult rushed forward like a tide. No one even noticed that some of the "corpses" of the iron gunners were not dead but smearing blood on their faces. At this moment, they were pretending to be dead while touching the silver ingots in their companions' arms beside them.

On the other hand, Mao Haifeng's giant vajra pestle was horizontal in front of his chest, his eyes wide open, and he dragged it majesticly alone, with five or six hundred disciples slowly backwards. When the disaster was about to come, he still made the most correct judgment of a commander: he left the rear to break in exchange for Wu Ping to attack with all his might to open a passage in front of him, which gave him a glimmer of hope. If he did not take the initiative to do this, Wu Ping would not be able to break the rear to break, and he would definitely die here today.

However, listening to the voice behind, it seemed that Wu Ping's attack was pretty good. After succeeding in the first wave of attacks, Mao Haifeng smiled at his mouth. It seemed that his momentum was quite strong. With the two hundred iron cannons behind him, even the people from Tianlang and the Demon-Subduing Alliance did not dare to rashly suppress it. After all, he had only one life, and he would be gone if he died.

Wu Ping directed his subordinates and rushed towards the retreating Black Dragon Society masters in front of him like a tide. He had already planned that there were only more than 1,000 disciples of the Black Dragon Society on the road ahead. He used these 4,000 people to break through their formation in one go. Before the people on the mountain came to help, forcibly rush through this line of defense, and as many people as possible, as for Mao Haifeng behind him, let him ask for more blessings. If he could block it for a moment, he could escape a few more disciples. If he stayed with the green mountains, would he be afraid of no firewood? Once the Japanese leader Mao Haifeng died in the southeast, the largest force on the sea would become himself. At that time, he would be able to completely get rid of the demon sect and become independent.

When Wu Ping thought of this, a smile flashed in his eyes, and his footsteps began to speed up. No matter what, only by escaping himself can all be possible. Whether success or success depends on this wave of flow!

Suddenly, Wu Ping felt his feet suddenly sinking, and he secretly called out a bad dish in his heart. After experiencing countless battles, he was so familiar with this feeling, a trap, a big trap!

Wu Ping hurriedly used his light skills, and his figure soared into the sky. Several people around him were falling down quickly. Wu Ping took the opportunity to step on the shoulder of the person on the left with his left foot. He took advantage of this force and flew backwards and hit the heads of the people who were rushing forward. He didn't care much. He slapped his left hand and a guy screamed, his head was broken by Wu Ping's palm, and half of his head was retracted into his chest. With this move, Wu Ping's body bounced high. Now in the air, he could see clearly the form ahead.

A huge pit about thirty feet long and two feet wide appeared on the ground in front of him, with sharpened wooden stakes inserted in a row. The fallen demons were all pierced by their limbs, entering their chests and coming out of their backs. They died terrible. Some wooden stakes were strung with four or five dead people, and the guys on the bottom layer had been pressed into the soil at the bottom of the pit. In just this moment, four or five hundred people were buried in this deep pit of death.

There were still six or seven hundred people who couldn't hold on and fell into this deep pit, but some people were lucky and were not stabbed by wooden stakes, and some people even stepped on the corpse of their companions in front of them, and were not stabbed to death. They escaped the disaster. The people in the pit were crowded with people. The undead guys were moaning and rolling around. The people who could move climbed up desperately, and the living Shura hell was unbearable to look at it.

Monk Buyou clasped his palms in front of his chest with one hand: "Ayota Buddha, sins, sins, and you are so sinful. I am so kind. I will send you to the Western Paradise." After he finished reading this, the divine light flashed in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, more than a hundred disciples from Yuan Baoxiang Temple jumped out of the shield wall and rushed to the devil disciples who had already had a chaotic formation. Through the big pit, a distance of more than ten feet, a pile of vajra hammers in his hands took action. After throwing it out, he quickly jumped back and rushed back to the formation.

Wu Ping had just landed at this moment. He didn't care about breathing, and saw it clearly, shouting: "No, Jingang Hammer, lie down quickly!" When he was migrating Baoxiang Temple, he also led his team to participate in the siege. He suffered a lot of the hard objects and knew how to deal with it. The internal design of the Diamond Hammer is clever. It will explode only after touching a hard object or an air wall. Then the debris blade inside is fired out in all directions at the speed of a storm. It is most suitable for dealing with large-scale people. If you want to resolve it, one is to lower your head and lie down, the second is to suck the golden steel hammer with soft force, or wrap it with soft objects. The third is to use hidden weapon masters to attack each other with hidden weapons and retreat quickly. Once the debris kill range of four or five meters is out, there will be no big deal.

But the time for Monk Buyou to use hidden weapons was really great. At this moment, half of the people in the Demon Cult were trapped in the pit, either dead or injured. The people behind the pit were all squeezed together like sardines. The people in front tried their best to push the people behind back. The people behind didn't know what happened in front of them, and they were still squeezing forward with no room for movement. As soon as they heard Wu Ping's roar, many people instinctively began to lie down. Before they could bend down, the Hammer hit the unlucky ghosts in the front row. These people didn't even have time to make a scream. The loud noise that shook the sky-shaking noise covered everything on the battlefield. The "floating" sound of the broken blade shooting through the human body drowned everyone's screams and moans.

The smoke of gunpowder has turned bloody. In addition to the smell of gunpowder, it is a pungent bloody smell. The people in the middle are about to vomit. The explosion power of more than one hundred diamond hammers is comparable to the effect of ten red-clothed general cannons exploded in the crowd. The fragments of steel darts flying everywhere even ruthlessly tore the survivors in the back row who escaped the explosion.

Wu Ping's face was already very dark, and this Ping was so smoked like charcoal. He stood there in a daze and numbness. He saw a fire in front of him soaring into the sky. His broken arms and legs were blown to the sky and fell heavily. A broken hand grabbed the steel knife and fell vertically from the air. The tip of the knife brushed over Wu Ping's nose and inserted it on the ground between his feet. If it were normal, Wu Ping would have retreated a few feet long to avoid it. However, at this moment, he was completely lost, and he stood there with his knife as if he had been pulled away. He stood there with his sword, motionless. Seeing that his elites who had been for many years were completely destroyed by the trap and the Hammer, he even had the desire to commit suicide.

There were not many people in the pit screaming and moaning anymore. The steel dart breaking blades flying around also shot the living people who were still crawling up in the pit into hedgehogs. At such a close distance and such a powerful explosion effect, let alone these magic disciples who could only be between first and second-rate martial arts, even if they were a master like Li Cangxing, they could not resist it. In just a moment, the more than 2,000 elite demon sects under Wu Ping, except for him, were left with more than a hundred people running slowly and dragging behind. They stood there as foolishly as Wu Ping, and were frightened.

Mao Haifeng looked back at the tragic situation in front of him, his chin was almost shocked to fall to the ground. His hands were trembling slightly, and he could not even lift the familiar vajra. He suddenly shouted: "Scatter breakouts, take a small path, and run as much as you can!" He himself turned his head and ran towards a dense forest to the west.
Chapter completed!