Just when Wen Hua and Mu Yunfeng were fighting together, Yan Zhuo from the city tower also rushed towards Wen Hua's five hundred personal guards.
In the darkness, bursts of dazzling white light were seen moving back and forth like threads and stars, outlining and weaving a bright, gorgeous and ruthless silver mesh.
This silver screen is as bright as a shooting star on a starry night in June.
This silver screen is gorgeous, like a flaming rose blooming in a lover's hand.
This silver screen is ruthless, like a gust of wind blowing away a lover's heart.
Although Yan Zhuo was unarmed, he shuttled through the crowd as if he were in a deserted place. Although the five hundred personal guards were the elite of the Beifu soldiers and were proficient in swords, their internal strength was completely different from that of Yan Zhuo. They
His eyes were watching the silver light shuttle, and he was convinced that he could hit it with one strike, but when the sword in his hand was released, even the afterimage dragged out by Yan Zhuo couldn't catch up.
"Oh, even you can stop me!"
Yan Zhuo looked at the helpless look of these five hundred people, and his playfulness grew in his heart. He was only twenty years old, and he had the temperament of a young man. Although he had matured under Zhou Wantong's training, his playfulness was still there inadvertently.
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He rushed here and there without resorting to any fatal blow. He just lightly pinched the acupuncture points of the soldiers along the way, causing them to fall to the ground in pain and become a mess.
"Hahaha, you can't do this either, the swords in your hands are too slow!" Yan Zhuo turned to a soldier who looked like a squad leader behind him and mocked.
But just as he was mocking, a long knife struck him vertically, barely touching the tip of his nose.
"Bold maniac, how dare you underestimate our Beifu guards and seek death, brothers, let me do it!"
The person speaking was holding a nine-ring sword in his hand, and his face was covered with a black scarf, revealing only a pair of wide-open leopard eyes. He slashed with the sword, twisted the sword horizontally and struck again, which was exactly the move of "Sweeping Fallen Leaves in the Strong Wind".
Yan Zhuo glanced at him and saw that the big knife was barely passing by him on one side of his body.
The big man with leopard eyes struck twice in the air, and with a sudden heart, he raised his horse and used the remaining momentum from the second strike to slash Yan Zhuo's chest upwards. This move of his used his waist and legs to gain strength from the ground, and it was indeed a majestic move.
The Beifu soldiers all sighed: "Xiao Shahun, Captain Xiao's soul-killing knife is really overbearing. This kid is no match for Captain Xiao!"
Yan Zhuo's ears twitched, listening to the sigh from the Beifu soldiers, he hummed in his heart: Soul-killing knife? A knife that kills bastards, so it seems that this knife can only kill himself.
With this thought in his mind, he turned sideways to dodge the knife, then stretched out two fingers of his left hand, clamped Xiao Shahun's soul-killing knife with lightning speed, and twisted it with the force of his two fingers, and the knife edge immediately opened a gaping hole.
, immediately shocked the killing soul to the spot!
This Xiao Killing Soul is quite famous among Wen Hua's personal guards and is also a famous general in the army. Now that he is humiliated by a young man like Yan Zhuo, how can he be convinced in his heart? He suddenly summoned up a breath of strength and slashed the nine-ringed sword.
Hold it in your hand and make a horizontal slash with your backhand!
"You bastard, take this stab from me!"
This nine-ring sword is an extremely powerful weapon. The stronger the user's energy, the stronger the sword's power. Therefore, swordsmen who use the nine-ring sword mostly use their forehand to increase the sword's power. Like Xiao Shahun, he starts with his backhand.
There are very few that are powerful.
Yan Zhuo did not expect that the knife would be struck with a backhand. He was startled and hurriedly turned his shoulders and hips to avoid the knife.
Xiao Shahun smiled and said: "How about this one strike of mine? Another strike from me, a horizontal strike, and you'll be right away!"
His horizontal sword movement was immediately not a sword technique, but a kick technique. When he saw him, he stuck the knife on the ground, flew up and kicked Yan Zhuo in the chest.
This move changes very quickly and is very powerful. It is no exaggeration to say that it has the power to crack rocks!
Yan Zhuo frowned and did not dodge or dodge. He actually took advantage of the kick to meet Xiao Shahun's "horse leg" with his chest!
With a "bang" sound, the Xiao Killing Soul was pushed out by Yan Zhuo's chest and rolled two feet away before stopping.
"Brothers, look how many heads and arms this man has. Let's go together!"
Seeing Xiao Shahun's defeat, the group of Beifu soldiers gathered together to surround Yan Zhuo. Dozens of swords with cold light struck down from mid-air like lightning, or slashed from the waist, killing Yan Zhuo.
Zhuo is shrouded in the shadow of swords and swords, but no amount of ants can stop the elephant!
Just hearing the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, Yan Zhuo shouted softly, stimulating the internal energy of "Hundred Refinements of Mysterious Light", and the silvery white light instantly covered his whole body.
In the darkness, Yan Zhuo is like a god who came to the world, using his own light to dispel the dark night.
The Beifu soldiers looked at the shining Yan Zhuo, their eyes were cold, and they wondered in their hearts: What kind of martial arts is this? How can he shine?
Just when they were still puzzled by this, the silver light became brighter, so bright that it blinded their eyes, broke their swords, and killed them.
"Who dares to fight with me!"
Although Yan Zhuo's words were not loud, they were clearly heard in the ears of every Wen Hua guard present. The low and magnetic voice was like the cold wind on a winter night that blew their hearts away.
Stop trembling.
Although Wen Hua's personal guards were frightened, they still refused to retreat. They chanted slogans of loyalty to Jiang Zuo and swarmed towards Yan Zhuo like a tide.
But just as they launched their charge, a black shadow from the city tower suddenly swept towards the bottom of the city. The black shadow was seen covering his left arm. It was Wen Hua who was injured by Mu Yunfeng.
"Send off a signal flare and notify Tianfang to retreat!"
Wen Hua gave an order, and the charging Beifu soldiers stopped instantly. In the blink of an eye, a signal flare shot into the sky, and the group of personal guards disappeared into the dark night along with Wen Hua.
Yan Zhuo looked at the retreating Beifu soldiers and sighed silently in his heart: If I had such a team, why would I worry about not being able to accomplish great things?
As he was thinking this, Mu Yunfeng fell beside him and said, "Brother Yan, are you okay?"
Yan Zhuo shook his head and said, "I'm fine. Let's go to the trail and see if General Zhao needs help."
One side of the trail.
When Wen Tianfang saw the signal bomb fired by his elder brother, he knew that his plan would not work. He shook his head, sighed, and ordered the troops to retreat.
"Hey, it seems that there is really a master in this Dajian Mountain. He can kill Wen Zheng and also repel his elder brother. This person seems not to be underestimated. I'm afraid the battle of the Later Han Dynasty will not be easy."
With this thought in mind, he looked at the walled city of the Later Han Dynasty again, feeling both resentful and helpless in his heart.
"Damn it, shoot me three more rounds from the heavy-hitting ballista!"
The soldiers received the order and fired three more rounds of heavy crossbows. The heavy crossbows carried gunpowder and burst out three sparks one after another on the city wall of the Hou Han Dynasty. The bright firelight was really beautiful at night, but even this bright firelight could not illuminate Wen Wen.
Tian Fang had a gloomy expression.
He is thinking of ways to capture Dajian Mountain. He wants to avenge his second brother. He wants his eldest brother to make immortal contributions. He wants the Wen family to become a famous family of generals in Kyushu!
