His black night jacket was completely stretched open, and the muscles in his arms swelled to the size of trees, turning into bright silver, and the blood vessels bulged, like small blue snakes swimming on his arms.
"Stop him!" the burly general holding a warhammer who had spoken earlier said angrily, "Lancers, enter!"
Behind Chu Yingsheng, the remaining twelve Iron Armor Sect disciples launched an attack on the soldiers surrounding them.
"Stop them, don't let them stop the sect leader!"
In the courtyard, a fierce melee broke out.
In front of Chu Yingsheng, a dozen soldiers held long spears and stabbed him in the lower abdomen and chest. Chu Yingsheng's expression did not change, and those straight spears pierced his body as if they were pierced on a huge rock, and the spear heads were flying.
It shattered, and under the terrifying momentum of the soldiers and Chu Yingsheng, the gun body instantly bent into a pile of scrap metal.
Chu Yingsheng's forward momentum seemed to be unimpeded. He turned his palm into a knife and swung it past. The heads of the dozen gun-wielding soldiers flew into the sky.
"Shield soldiers!" the general holding the war hammer shouted sternly. Without further instructions, more than a dozen elite soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding shields stepped forward.
A dull crashing sound resounded in the courtyard. The first two shield soldiers were knocked away, but Chu Yingsheng's offensive was somewhat blocked. The other soldiers swarmed up and surrounded him with shields.
Behind the shield soldiers, dozens of long swords flashing with cold light struck Chu Yingsheng head-on.
The sound of gold and iron intersecting sounded. Chu Yingsheng broke free from the shackles of the shield with his arms, opened his arms, and hugged all the dozen soldiers in front of him.
"Prisoner Dragon Arm!" Chu Yingsheng exerted force, and the soldiers were lifted into the air by him. Their legs were weak, their faces turned red, and they could no longer hold the long sword in their hands.
Li Xin'an knew this move, the Iron Armored Gate's "Prisoner Dragon Arm", which was a top-notch head-to-head confrontation move in the world. Once practiced to perfection, it could break through a city gate.
It was a city gate that weighed six hundred kilograms and was wrapped in layers of wrought copper.
After a crisp sound of bone cracking, they stopped moving.
Chu Yingsheng let go of his hand and let the corpses fall, his bright silver chest covered with blood.
Looking at this man who seemed to have come back from hell, showing no fear to his soldiers, the murderous aura in him that had experienced many battles was completely aroused.
"Pikemen!" The general said with a ferocious smile, "Continue!"
There was another round of charge. Chu Yingsheng grabbed the long spears, and the spears suddenly split into two parts. He punched the soldier next to him who was holding a knife and looking at him. Then he was greeted by more swords, spears, and shields.
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Chu Yingsheng's movements were completely restricted. The people at the Iron Armored Gate saw this and were anxious in their hearts, but they could do nothing.
They were completely caught up in the offensive rhythm of the soldiers of the Li Mansion and could not escape. A disciple of the Iron Armored Sect saw that Chu Yingsheng was trapped and wanted to go to rescue him, but he accidentally stabbed a spearman behind him.
He turned around in pain, punched the man to death, and stabbed him with more spears, turning him into a hedgehog.
The other disciple was ferocious and powerful. He was one of the three second-level intermediate masters who followed Chu Ying. His two brothers had died in the hands of Xueyi Hall Zhang Siyuan. Now he is even more...
He killed them fiercely, and he wanted to avenge those two brothers.
"Come on, let's see if you are fierce as soldiers, or if our armored gate is more ruthless! Hahahaha..." He looked up to the sky and laughed, turned around, and one of the soldiers was knocked into the air. He took advantage of the situation and grabbed the Tang Dao.
, pierce it into the heart of another person.
The soldiers surrounding him suddenly dispersed, and he laughed loudly: "Come on, what's wrong? Are you scared?"
He strode over, surrounded by shields on both sides, and in the gaps, the sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.
Countless arrows shot at his body, and a cruel look flashed across the man's face, and he pulled two soldiers around him to block him.
An iron chain suddenly struck, and the man couldn't dodge. His right arm was hit hard by the waving iron chain, and the bright silver light faded a bit. Then his right arm was entangled by the iron chain, and several people
The soldiers held it firmly,
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Prevent him from breaking away.
An iron chain was also coming from the left, but with the lesson learned from his right arm, he threw the soldier on the left who was shot into a sieve, blocking the iron chain.
But a burly soldier holding a mace walked up behind him at some point. He raised the mace high and hit his head hard. The hands of the second-grade master suddenly became bloody and bloody.
The broken skull and white bones can be vaguely seen.
His knees weakened and he fell to the ground, but he still had a breath left. He opened his hazy eyes, looked at the stacks of soldiers surrounding him, spat, and said the last words of his life.
"A bunch of grandchildren..."
"Liu Wu!" Seeing his disciple die in such a tragic way in the hands of the soldiers, Chu Yingsheng cried out in grief and anger: "Iron-armored gate, come to me!"
The powerful voice mixed with internal energy spread far away. Under the influence of this loud voice, the soldiers of the Li Mansion could not help but feel slightly shaken, and the offensive slowed down a bit.
Chu Yingsheng seized the opportunity and threw out two fists, punching through the two soldiers who crawled on him and biting him. Then he threw the bodies out, knocking down a large number of people.
"Hold still, don't mess up, anyone who retreats will be killed!" the general holding the war hammer shouted sternly.
This cold command that they had heard countless times on the battlefield instantly brought back the shocked minds of the soldiers. Seeing that Chu Yingsheng was about to break through their defense line, they all rushed forward without fear of death.
Half of Chu Yingsheng's face was covered with blood. One of his ears had been cut off by someone in the fierce battle just now. Even if he was an iron armored practitioner of the first-level Return to True Realm, his life and death struggle was almost exhausted after all.
His inner strength.
What's even worse is that even though the soldiers lying in front of him are already dead, there are still people pouring out from the secret passage of Li Mansion. There are 1,500 people, and they are facing only 500 now!
And there are also killers from the Bloody Clothes Hall.
When a disciple of the Iron Armor Sect broke through many obstacles and was about to rush to Chu Yingsheng, a man in gray linen clothes suddenly appeared next to him, stabbed him in the stomach with a knife, and then disappeared into the crowd.
Chu Yingsheng knew that there could not be only the same killer.
Seeing his brother die in pain, Chu Yingsheng had no choice but to wave his two huge arms feebly and move forward desperately. But the soldiers held him firmly outside, and he was stunned.
Don't take a step into the lobby.
From just now to now, almost a quarter of an hour has passed. He is still fifty steps away from Li Linfu. For a child, this is a distance that can be passed in the blink of an eye. But at this moment, in Chu Yingsheng's eyes, it seems that there are thousands of troops in front of him.
Ma, these soldiers who survived a bloody battle on the battlefield have boundless momentum and murderous intent, making it difficult for him, the seventh in the world, to take another step forward!
It shouldn't be like this. Chu Yingsheng was extremely anxious, and his offensive became more intense. His men were flying with blood and flesh, but what he saw was not fear, but an even crazier face.
There were already several wounds on his body, and his internal strength was almost exhausted.
It shouldn't have happened so fast... Chu Yingsheng felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, which was a sign that the iron armor was about to fade away.
The slight pain coming from his lower abdomen gave Chu Yingsheng a reasonable explanation. He lowered his head and looked at his stomach, then looked into the lobby. Zhang Siyuan had already been taken away, leaving only a blood stain on the ground.
"I see..." An ugly smile appeared on Chu Yingsheng's blood-stained face.
Behind him, countless soldiers surrounded him, but the disciples of the Iron Armor Sect still failed to survive.
Chu Yingsheng stopped what he was doing and allowed them to surround him, inserting several Tang knives into his body, but Chu Yingsheng remained unmoved.
In the lobby, everyone's hanging hearts were relieved. This god of murder had finally been defeated, and he no longer had to die.
But Li Xin'an didn't, and was still staring at the tall man with a solemn expression. Chu Yingsheng's body had not yet shrunk back to its normal size, and the bright silver color on his body had not faded away.
He is gathering strength.
"For being able to persist in our hands for such a long time, you are worthy of being a first-class master." The general holding the war hammer nodded and revealed
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A look of respect.
"Let me, Cui Jian, take you on your last journey!"
He raised the war hammer in his hand high, roared angrily, and smashed it down on Chu Yingsheng's head.
Chu Yingsheng's eyes suddenly burst into light, and he punched out, facing the hammer. With a sound of "nail--", the hammer broke in half, and the hammer head flew out diagonally, hitting the lobby.
On a pillar inside, Cui Jian stumbled backwards, his right arm hanging loosely and broken.
"He can still move!" In the lobby, Li Zheng huddled at the back of the crowd. Seeing Chu Yingsheng move again, Li Zheng, who was already frightened out of his mind by Chu Yingsheng, cried: "Kill him quickly!
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Li Linfu glanced at him expressionlessly, then turned his head and continued to stare at Chu Yingsheng.
Chu Yingsheng roared angrily, and the steel knife inserted into his body trembled, then turned into dozens of fragments and scattered in all directions. His last internal energy exploded, shocking the soldiers around him to death.
As soon as this move was made, it was a risk for one's life, and there was no return.
"Li Linfu!" Chu Yingsheng roared, "I'm here to take your life!"
The road before him was smooth, without any obstacles.
He strode into the lobby, his scarlet eyes scanning everyone, but his eyes accidentally caught sight of a thin figure.
It turned out to be you... Seeing the frightened eyes staring at him, Chu Yingsheng was startled and gave the man a friendly smile.
"You have a good son." Chu Yingsheng suddenly accelerated and rushed to Li Linfu.
It seems that the next moment, Li Linfu will become a puddle of meat.
A figure suddenly appeared next to Li Linfu, wearing bright gold armor, a long red cloak, and holding a strange long knife in his hand.
It was that long knife that blocked Chu Yingsheng's fist.
Outside the lobby, the piles of soldiers suddenly dispersed. Thirty soldiers dressed in the same uniform as this man walked in, carrying the same weird long swords, and guarded the door of the lobby.
"Mo Dao?" Chu Yingsheng looked at the strange long knife that blocked his fatal punch with complicated eyes.
The man punched out, and Chu Ying grunted and stumbled back.
"You still can't take my life away." Li Linfu looked at Chu Yingsheng, his eyes unclear whether they were sympathetic or mocking.
He turned to the man beside him and said, "Here comes General Laohan."
"Why, Mr. Prime Minister, you are so polite." The general smiled and said, "The saint sent us here just to protect your safety. Now that so many brothers have died, we are here. This is our fault. You let us
We should be grateful to the Prime Minister for getting this incredible credit for nothing."
"Then I'll trouble you, General, to settle this matter as soon as possible."
"Okay." General Han turned around, pointed the long sword directly at Chu Yingsheng, and shouted: "Draw the sword!"
Behind Chu Yingsheng, thirty soldiers all drew their swords and let out the same roar.
"If I can die in Mo Dao's hands, my whole life, Chu Yingsheng, has not been in vain..." Chu Yingsheng closed his eyes in relief, and after a moment, he laughed happily.
"To eradicate thieves for the country, you will be unable to save yourself, and you will die a worthy death. How happy!"
The bright silver light on his body had not completely faded away, and one of his arms had already fallen off when Mo Dao passed by.
Li Xin'an just looked at it, and everyone in the hall just looked at it. Chu Yingsheng, who was famous all over the world, was chopped into a pulp by thirty Mo knives.
Chu Yingsheng was still smiling heartily. Even though he was dead, Li Xin'an still heard Chu Yingsheng laughing there.
He didn't know when the Mo Dao team left, nor when the servants came to clean up the mess. He didn't know who took away Chu Yingsheng's pile of minced meat. He was in a daze.
Even after I returned to the yard, I didn’t know.
Only Chu Ying's last words before his death were left in his mind.
It is a joy to eliminate thieves for the country, and to die in a well-deserved death.