The protector of the sun, Zhang Songyue, was fighting and running away, and the golden and crow daggers in his hands turned into a curtain of light.
The rain of arrows gradually faded, and torches were chasing after him. He and several missionaries in charge of the rear simply stopped and stood in a row on Changxiamen Street. They recruited the soldiers who were chasing after them, and guarded the city.
The guard stopped him at the waist, and the sound of clanking gold and iron suddenly resounded. Renhe and Guide were so shocked that they closed the door of the workshop in advance to prevent the most vicious outsiders from breaking in, which disturbed the peace in the workshop.
Zhang Songyue's double daggers were sharp and stood in the middle of the street. Whenever someone who was not afraid of death came close, the result would be skin and flesh wounds at the very least. Murong Zhang's long dagger was obviously curled up, but when he swung, stabbed, stabbed, and stabbed,
His power was still undiminished, and many well-armored soldiers were actually knocked away by him, unable to advance. He Yunzheng, who was fair, took a pair of steel maces, lifted the top and bottom of the cover, and slashed left and right. Many unscrupulous guards who relied on their bravery,
The right hand holding the Hengdao was so shocked that he had to abandon the blade and run away...
Seeing the pursuers swarming up, although they were repeatedly blocked, they refused to give up. Zhang Songyue felt guilty after fighting for a while. Listening to the "saint" protected by the believers behind him gradually fleeing away, Zhang Songyue suddenly shouted: "Preach the gospel"
Brothers, please separate and retreat first! This protector can still stop us for another moment and a half."
He Yunzheng's thick eyebrows stood up: "I'm sorry, but I obey my order! Does the Lord Protector of Yaori look down on my brothers? If anyone abandons his friends and escapes, the Lord God will not tolerate it!"
Zhang Songyue was furious: "Fart! Get out of here! Otherwise, when I clean up these bastards, I will cut out your tongue and cook it for wine!"
He Yunzheng was about to retaliate, but was grabbed by the back of Murong Zhang who was standing beside him. He looked for a direction and ran away: "What the protector said makes sense! There must be people near the Zoroastrian Temple waiting for the 'Saint Girl' to commit suicide."
We are thrown into a trap, we must catch up with the front team quickly so that we can help!"
Only then did He Yunzheng become more sober: No matter what, the ultimate goal of the sect today is for the "Saint Girl" to arrive safely at the Zoroastrian Temple. As for the unnecessary fight, let's leave it to the "number one martial arts idiot" in the sect.
Moreover, as "Zhang Wuhou", he has been in Luoyang City for many years. Who can be more familiar with hundreds of streets and alleys than him? Even with his eyes closed, he knows which way to escape, which is safer.
After trying to understand the joints, He Yunzheng and others became more and more nimble under their feet. In the blink of an eye, they ran away without a trace. Only the empty streets were left, echoing with the heavy dusk drums.
Zhang Songyue's thoughts are not much different from those of He Yunzheng and others. He has been a bad guard all the way to Wuhou. He has walked through the streets and alleys of Luoyang City countless times. How many shops are there in the South City and how many are in the North City?
I am familiar with all the tiles. At this moment, I was recruited by some soldiers, surrounded by guards, with two daggers in my hands, fighting alone, but there was no pressure at all.
As for the other bad guards, who doesn't know Marquis Zhang Wu? Seeing him showing off his power here, they all turned around and ran away, shouting and screaming, to chase the missionaries who had fled away.
Zhang Songyue is skilled in martial arts, has better endurance, and has mastered both internal and external techniques. It is not easy to fight these mediocre soldiers! If he hadn't been bloodthirsty, the streets would have been stained with blood and corpses strewn all over the ground.
Even so, many soldiers had their armors ripped open by him, their skins were cut, and their spears were broken into several pieces, and they fled away screaming in pain. The city gate guards who chased here could only find a way to use the halberds.
He entered, but was kicked and knocked to pieces by him.
Just as he was about to start fighting, he heard a half-hearted sneer beside him: "Zorroastrian fool! There are so many martial arts masters today, but they didn't take your life, and they still have the energy to do evil here. Forget it! It's up to us."
The Shuangjies of Bazhou have taken care of you here."
Another voice was full of irritability and impatience: "I'll take care of you, you stupid son! I can go find a girl to sleep with."
One is tall and thin, the other is short and fat, so they are naturally the "Two Heroes of Bazhou".
Zhang Songyue took a moment to take a moment, looked sideways, and couldn't help but tease: "Who do I think it is? It turns out that two of my subordinates were defeated. Xiao Tuo Tuo, does your butt still hurt? Gao Gangan, it's time to return the dagger on your leg to me, right?
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After hearing this, the two men's expressions darkened, and they shouted in unison: "Seeking death!"
As he spoke, one raised a gun and the other brandished a knife, forcibly breaking through the siege of the guards and soldiers, and rushed forward. They also used the same combined attack method that had not changed for thousands of years, and a fierce fight broke out: superior and inferior.
They are tilted, long and short, follow each other, attack and defense... Seeing that it is difficult to intervene anymore, the soldiers and guards simply retreated to watch, and surrounded the three fighting people in the center of the Gai, forming several airtight human walls.
The Golden Crow double daggers were thrown out several times, arcing and spinning in mid-air, and soon flew back to Zhang Songyue's hands, which dazzled everyone. However, the "Bazhou Double Heroes" were rigorous in their moves, more defensive than offensive, and combined attacks.
The law is like a copper wall and an iron wall, it cannot be easily broken by those dazzling double daggers.
Zhang Songyue exchanged several moves with the two of them, and finally realized that something was wrong. The "Two Heroes of Bazhou" fought with him for a long time, as if they were stalling for time. It seemed that the brothers in the sect who had run away were not a concern, they were just focused on killing.
Leave him here so that the arrangements elsewhere can be less troublesome.
Thinking of this, Zhang Songyue didn't hesitate anymore. He put aside the double barrier knives and iron spears that were attacking together with both hands, and went to catch the flying golden crow double daggers. At this moment, a big black net, almost silent,
Suddenly a hood came from behind!
Zhang Songyue reacted and wanted to rush forward to avoid it, but was forced back by one flask of spears and two fluffs of swords from the "Bazhou Double Heroes". Immediately, the net closed and he was firmly trapped in it. Every time
At one of the knots, an inch-long thorn was tied up, penetrating the skin into the body, causing unbearable pain.
The double Golden Crow daggers that turned around and flew back were knocked down by the two heroes from Bazhou and held in their hands.
One tall and one short, two contemptuous smiles came over, which immediately made Zhang Songyue trapped in the net split his eyes: "Despicable——!"
Inside the Dingding Gate, there were shouts of killing.
Dong Zhongting "behind the scenes" ran down the tower, beat his chest and said: "Hurry up and chase! There are so many of us that we can't even stop a few Zoroastrian monsters! What's going on with the recruitment of soldiers outside the city?! Is it gone?
If the king's team is upright, he won't kill the enemy!"
The two captains and several captains who were recruiting soldiers in the camp were rushing into the city gate with their people. They happened to hear Dong Zhongting's words and felt ashamed. Without even bothering to say hello, they led a group of soldiers
Recruited and chased in the direction where the Zoroastrian believers had fled.
Dong Zhongting watched the crowd of soldiers retreating away, with a sneer on his lips. After a while, he finally had time to call his bad commander, and immediately asked: "Is the news reliable? That fierce master and evil servant, is he really dead?"
Have you left Taiwei Palace? Are you currently showing off your power on Changxiamen?"
The bad commander clasped his fists and replied: "It's absolutely true! Just now, a Zoroastrian 'saint' entered the city from Changxia Gate, and the evil servant of the evil master was still scolding the Zoroastrian leader on the tower..."
"Without further delay, let's go to 'help' Mr. Yuan, don't let the monster escape!" Dong Zhongting's face was solemn, his voice was loud, and all the bad guards within a few feet could hear clearly.
The bad commander naturally understood and drew his sword first and ran out with his team along the base of the city wall south of Mingjiao Square, all the way to the east.
Dong Zhongting was also unambiguous. When the other bad guard who had just been chased by his team turned back, he took the bad guard team and walked eastward.
After a cup of tea, Dong Zhongting and others had arrived at Changxia Gate. From a distance, they saw many city guards and camp soldiers, forming a circle with three floors inside and three floors outside. In the circle, there were flashes of swords and shadows, "Bang!"
There was a "ding" sound, and the fight turned out to be very fierce.
After a few breaths of fierce fighting, six men in mail armor were seen entering the circle diagonally. However, in a moment, two rangers, one tall and one short, walked out of the circle, with a proud look on their faces.
Full of color. The six men in mail behind him were tying up a Zoroastrian leader with a fishing net, and dragged him up the city wall under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Next to Dong Zhongting, a guard with red and swollen cheeks immediately pointed at the two rangers, one tall and one short, and said: "That's them! I recognize them when they turned into gray! It's the short, fat man who made a big shot.
The gun poked out Hua Nuer's eyes..."
Dong Zhongting stared at the domineering two men and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Two heroes of Bazhou, pay with blood!"
Outside Jianchun Gate, there was also a fierce fight, and several bodies were left behind.
The Divine Fire Protector and other Zoroastrian believers finally managed to fight their way out, protected the "Saint Girl", and escaped back to the festival hall without any danger.
The leader was carrying a pair of iron rulers, but it was He Guini, the master of the Zoroastrian Luoyang General Altar. He listened to the gradually subdued dusk drums and looked at the familiar Zoroastrian Temple not far away in the dim sky, with burning eyes.
But he quickly cooled down: "Sacred fire, protect the 'saint', there is an ambush ahead!"
The Divine Fire Protector was still breathing heavily, and was startled when he heard this. His eyes were slightly cold, and he shouted softly: "Fire Crossbow Guards are on alert! If you want to attack and kill, we will meet you with crossbows!"
"Magu!" More than a dozen believers with bows and crossbows responded solemnly. Although there were some minor stab wounds on their bodies, they could not shake their determination to fight to the death.
He Guini pondered for a moment, then slipped the iron ruler in his hand back into his sleeves and robes, then took a step forward and walked towards the Zoroastrian Temple alone. Every time he took a step, the uneasiness in the hearts of the Divine Fire Protector and others became stronger:
If those people lurking in the dark are ruthless people, tonight is the day for the death of Master He.
He Guini walked a few steps, and the wind and waves were calm. Among the winding streets and on the roof ridges, there were all birds playing leisurely.
Just when he walked twenty steps away from the Zoroastrian Temple, several people instantly jumped down from the tree crowns and double eaves on all sides. They were all wearing mail armor and carrying horizontal swords, and they surrounded He Kuini with ferocious looks: "Here you go.
Order from the royal palace! Capture the rebellious people. I advise you to hold them captive and avoid the pain of swordsmanship!"
He Kuini was unafraid: "If you want to inflict a crime, there is no reason to hesitate! We, the Zoroastrian Church, are always tolerant, but Wang Jin presses every step of the way. Today's move is just out of shame and revenge, just to avenge private revenge! I am He Kuini, the master of the altar in Luoyang.
I’ll just go with you and see what other evil plans Wang Jin has!”
After saying that, he raised his sleeves and the pair of iron rulers flew out backwards and were firmly nailed outside the square where the Divine Fire Protector and others were hiding.
Divine Fire Protector and others were waiting for support when they saw two iron rulers with a black light flying towards them and embedded in the mud. They instantly understood the warning from Master He. They clenched their fists tightly, their knuckles turned white, but they kept holding them tight.
With the impulse in my heart, I watched the scene in front of the Zoroastrian Temple.
Seeing that he had given up his weapons, the group of men in mail immediately swarmed up and quickly tied up He Guini. His hands and feet were even put into iron shackles.
They waited for a long time, but no Zoroastrian demon came. Although they were a little disappointed, they still escorted Master He out of the festival hall and headed in a certain direction.
That night, swords and swords were everywhere in the city of Luoyang, soldiers and guards were running around, the common people were terrified, and chickens and dogs were restless.
Some of the "saints" and believers who broke into the city fled back to the Zoroastrian Temple, and some escaped into the city. But most of them were traced and captured by unscrupulous guards, camp soldiers and chainmail guards of unknown origin.
Went back.
Conspiracy and fangs take advantage of the darkness of the night. Greed and malice thrive in the dark room.
The third watch gong sounded, and the full moon was wrapped in thick clouds. Only black was left, completely engulfing the city.