The broadsword was lifted up in the hand, and the afterimage of the sword was like a huge folding fan spread out, blocking the hand bones and claws that Tu Wanfang had fished out in front of him!
The thick body like a mountain blocked the huge waves behind him, allowing Mo Shang to retreat calmly.
The deputy leader of the Northern Alliance and the leader of the Crescent League, Zhan Tian, has a voice as strong and powerful as ever.
It's just that after running around fighting for days, he neglected to take care of his image, and his long beard lost its beauty and became a mess.
His clothes were not shabby, but they were stained with mud, and he looked like a strong general who had been fighting hard for many days on the battlefield.
Fortunately, this mighty general was not just an illusion. He really used his own power to stop the massacre of Wanfang, and he was unable to get any closer.
After Mo Shang withdrew, before Tu Wanfang's next blow came, Zhan Tian held the knife in both hands, alternated his feet as axes, leaned slightly and slashed with the knife, the knife moved with the force, and the person turned with the knife, and Zhan Tian Tianjie and Zhantian Sword merge into one, like a rapidly rotating top with a knife, stirring up a storm of blades in the field!
If it were placed on an ordinary battlefield, Zhantian's violent wind slash would unsurprisingly sweep away the battlefield with the force of wind and clouds.
But in front of the invulnerable monster, the opponent only instinctively took two steps back and raised his hand to block the sand, gravel and dust that was blown away.
And when the sharp blade struck Tu Wanfang's chest, waist and abdomen, thighs and arms again and again, making a ping-pong sound, but failed to leave a mark, the "spinning top performance" that showed off all the magic of the angels came to an end. It's time for the curtain call.
For a monster like Tu Wanfang, without any sense of novelty, it also loses its threatening power.
Tu Wanfang raised his left elbow and thrust forward straight into the "center of the storm". He blocked the direction of the Zhantian knife with a clang, and reached for Zhantian's head with his right hand.
Zhan Tian was already prepared. When Tu Wanfang collided with him, he only had a knife in one hand and his feet had already grasped the ground and started to accumulate strength.
With almost a symbolic struggle to resist, Zhan Tian let go of his other hand, gave up control of the Zhantian Sword, and kicked away.
Even before heading south to Putian, the murderous reputation of massacre Wanfang had spread widely.
In this half hour alone, dozens more people died at the hands of Tu Wanfang.
The most frightening thing is that to this day, probably no one except Hongshang knows whether Tu Wanfang has any weaknesses or where the cover is.
To the top group of Jianghu warriors in Zhongzhou, Tu Wanfang is considered to be invincible in the world.
In view of this, in view of the painful lessons he has witnessed and experienced, it is enough for Zhan Tian to let go of any dignity and self-reliance and not get too close to Tu Wanfang easily.
When life is at stake, there is nothing wrong with abandoning the knife to save one's life.
However, even though he was fully prepared in advance, Zhan Tian still underestimated Tu Wanfang's reaction speed.
Just like domestic animals always have less instinctive advantages than wild beasts, no matter how fast the cows and sheep are frightened, it will be difficult to escape the prey of the cheetah.
Although Zhan Tian had jumped away from Tu Wanfang, he was only ten feet away.
But Tu Wanfang caught up with him in three steps and two steps at a time!
When he reached out again, he immediately grasped Zhan Tian's ankle and pulled it back!
In the blink of an eye, a man with scars on his face fell from the air on an iron crutch. The sharp foot of the iron crutch hit the center of the back of Tu Wanfang's right hand, trying to nail it to the ground!
At the same time, four more figures emerged from the crowd.
An unkempt old man with a stooped back shoved past Tu Wanfang, kicking him heavily on Tu Wanfang's calf, causing Tu Wanfang's body to lose its balance further.
A swordsman dressed as a scholar flew forward and stabbed out more than ten swords in an instant. The sword was not intended to attack any of Tu Wanfang's vital parts, but only to be separated by a light touch with his left hand, distracting him from dealing with it and having nowhere to focus.
At some point, a young man with short hair and a gun approached Tu Wanfang's side, jumped up, used the gun as a pestle, and stabbed Tu Wanfang hard in the back of his heart with the tip of the gun.
There was also a sickly white-haired man who floated up from the wheelchair and landed lightly on the back of Tu Wanfang's head, twirling his toes like he was stepping on a ball.
The last man with white hair looked sickly and skinny, weighing less than a pound, and he probably couldn't use his toes very well.
But his position was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the arrogant Tu Wanfang to completely lose control of his body and fall to the ground to eat the mud!
Although the current situation was mostly fleeting, when Tu Wanfang's bamboo pole-like upright body was knocked down for the first time, everyone felt that the boulder pressing on their chests had been temporarily removed and they could take a breather.
The five people who worked together in such a tacit understanding came from the Qingtian Clan.
The first person to fly to help Zhan Tian escape was Sima Jie, and the next three were Zhen Tianlei, Yang Zijin and Hun.
And it was Jun Chi, the leader of the Qingtian Gang, who completed the final kick.
Coincidentally, the Qingtians all belong to the Rejecting Bei League.
In fact, when Tu Wanfang broke into this battle group whose backbone was to reject the Northern Alliance, it was destined to be a head-to-head contest between the two sides.
Ever since Mo Shang took action to fight against Tu Wanfang alone, Zhan Tian, Jun Chi and the other six people had begun to prepare for the response.
The reason we took action now was not to trap the leader of the Northern Alliance in a disadvantageous position. Firstly, it was to kill more members of the Red Alliance to free up more space and more manpower to deal with this big devil. Secondly,
It is to give future martial arts leaders more opportunities to perform.
"kill……"
"Poof! Poof!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill them all!"
The good times did not last long, and sure enough, in less than a moment, Jun Chi's feet, Sima Jie's crutch, and Hun's gun could no longer suppress Tu Wanfang and he rose from the ground!
From being beaten to the ground to breaking out of the ground forcefully, Tu Wanfang's opponents had grown to seven.
In addition to the five Qingtian members, there are also Zhantian who has regained the Zhantian Sword and Xie Wangshu, the deputy leader of the Crescent Alliance.
However, being full of filth and dirt did not bring any sense of frustration to Tu Wanfang. On the contrary, the increase in the number of opponents made him even more excited.
The seven members of the Northern Alliance were frightened when they saw this. They knew that their lives would probably be lost in the next battle, but no one was deterred.
After falling into the situation set by the Red Sect step by step, everyone is a grasshopper on the same rope, and they all understand the truth of losing one's lips and leaving one's teeth cold.
In the face of danger, if you only care about your own advantages and avoid disadvantages, it will inevitably backfire on you and reap the consequences.
Only by facing up to the difficulties and doing everything we can to create more time and conditions for our friends to kill the enemy can everyone have more chance of survival.
Those with stronger abilities should step forward. The longer they can restrain Tu Wanfang, the greater their chances of winning this battle will be.
At this point, although Tu Wanfang was trapped by seven people, he fought harder and harder.
On the other side, Hongshang was only entangled by one person, but she was in a worrying situation.
I don’t blame Hongshang for complaining in her heart.
It is difficult for anyone who is repeatedly targeted and frustrated when he is in the right moment to get back on his feet.
Not to mention that after the three secret caves in Pinghai County were destroyed and Tu Wanfang lost control, he had not slept for two hours a day or night in the past month.
The physical and mental fatigue was secondary, but every time I thought about the painstaking efforts of generations of ancestors, the painstaking planning and accumulation of the past twenty years, it was about to be wasted in his own hands, and all he could do was to exchange his life for his life.
He could not forgive himself for his incompetence even if he suffered some losses.
Of course, he didn't have any time to feel sad and sorrowful for the spring and autumn.
All he could do was compete with the Zhongzhou people for time.
Before planning the fire in Southern Shaolin, Hongshang had already been determined to die.
But he was forced to risk everything, and his layout had lost its square inch, and his adjustments were to tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall.
Allowing Wang Shuo and Yu Linlong to temporarily take over command and deployment will inevitably lead to errors and omissions.
Before today, Hong Shang had lost all her energy and only wanted to drag as many people into the water as she could.
Unexpectedly, there was a force secretly helping to bring the situation back to the rhythm he originally planned.
At that time, he was too lazy to care about who was helping him. He just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to trick and kill the Jianghu people in Zhongzhou.
In the past five hours, the battle situation near the foothills of Jiulian Mountain was under his control.
It's a matter of course to bring slaughter Wanfang into the arena.
Hong Shang, who rushed into the enemy's formation, completely let go of her hands and feet, her clothes flying around, taking away the lives of people in the Jianghu of Zhongzhou.
Unexpectedly, before he could kill him, he was already being targeted.
If Hongshang is like a nail suddenly embedded in the wooden board of Zhongzhou Jianghu, then the man is like a straight hammer.
Hammer after hammer hammered Hongshang's nail from the middle of the board to the edge of the board.
Hongshang fell into the tight defense of the remaining eleven Southern Shaolin Bronze Man disciples, and was confronted tit-for-tat by Wudang Emei's Seven-Star Sword Formation.
Until he was completely expelled from the battle circle by the person in front of him.
After calming down for a while, Hongshang quickly understood why she was in such a predicament.
After all, Tu Wanfang was not under his control.
Others can't do anything to Tu Wanfang, but that doesn't mean they can't do anything to him.
He could make a fuss about Tu Wanfang, and others could also make a fuss about him.
But even Wang Shuo and Yu Linlong were already trapped in the battlefield, and Hongshang had already exhausted her trump cards.
He gave everything he had, everything he had in the Red Sect, and all the secrets that had taken root in Fujian over the years.
Even Yu Tian and the Fifth Marquis also invested a certain amount of troops under his coercion, as well as some manpower from the five Tiansha sects.
He could only hope that Tu Wanfang would bring a big enough surprise for the outcome of this battle.
As for himself, he may be killed soon.
If the "Iron Hammer" hadn't stopped and rushed into the battlefield behind him, Hongshang wouldn't even be able to see clearly who was being beaten and retreating.
But the person in front of him had been fighting with him for a long time, without losing any of his strength. He was almost as good as that person.
Comparing the two before and after in his mind, Hongshang, as the "enemy bandit" of Fan State, could not help but appreciate that there were so many talented people in the land of Zhongzhou.
