Seeing Xu Ming carrying a long sword with blood, bringing more than a dozen martial artists covered in blood and showing fierce faces into his bedroom, Zhang Dafa knew that he was finished, so he took a deep breath, opened his sharp eyes, and looked at Xu Ming and said, "Why do you want to betray me, why do you want to betray the Temple of War?"

Hearing Zhang Dafa's words, Xu Ming replied with a disdainful look: "It's very simple, because the Temple of War God is about to be over, we don't want to bury you. Killing you and receiving merit from Zhaojiabao is our best choice."

Looking at the disdain on Xu Ming's face and the fierce light flashing on the faces of the ten martial artists behind him, Zhang Dafa knew that no matter how he persuaded him, he would draw out the long sword on his body and said coldly: "If you want to take my leader, I'm afraid you don't have that strength!"

After saying that, Zhang Dafa moved his body and quickly approached Xu Ming's side. The sharp sword in his hand danced lightly, and a cold sword light, with the murderous intent of coldness, stimulating towards Xu Ming's abdomen, Dayou's sword pierced his dantian, and it was a posture of destroying it.

Feeling the cold murderous intent on the sharp sword in Zhang Dafa's hand, Xu Ming sneered, exerted force with his feet, quickly retreated, avoiding Zhang Dafa's sword light attack, and roared: "Kill me!" It was like a whirlwind, constantly changing his body. The blood-dropping sword in his hand also turned into whirlwind sword lights as his body danced, covering Zhang Dafa's body.

Hearing Xu Ming's order, more than a dozen martial arts strong men following him waved their weapons, emitted cold sword lights, or emitted sharp gun shadows, and shot towards Zhang Dafa's body. There was no intention of fighting with Zhang Dafa at all, and it seemed like he was besieging Zhang Dafa to death.

Seeing Zhang Dafa being attacked by more than a dozen martial artists, the guard who was covered in blood and reported to him roared. Regardless of the huge difference in strength between him and Xu Ming and other martial artists, he lifted the long sword in his hand and stimulated towards the nearest martial artist beside him, hoping to use his meager power to help Zhang Dafa fight.

Seeing the guard covered in blood, attacking him without knowing how to do it, a cold cold light flashed in the attacked martial artist's eyes, and his body was still. The sharp sword in his hand gently waved, and a sharp foot of sword light shot out from it, and it accurately passed through the guard's neck, aroused a stream of red blood, causing him to scream, fell to the ground weakly, and became a cold corpse.

After killing the guards of the deadly loyal and Zhang Dafa, the martial artist's face remained unchanged, as if he had done something insignificant. He continued to wave the sharp sword in his hand, emitted extremely sharp sword lights, and attacked Zhang Dafa's vital body. In cooperation with more than a dozen other martial artists, he was determined to kill Zhang Dafa in the shortest time.

Facing the joint attack of more than a dozen martial artist-level strong men including Xu Ming, Zhang Dafa was under great pressure and was almost ruthlessly killed several times. It was only with the powerful strength of the nine-star martial artist and the decisive battle method that he had to pull a cushion even if he died, he escaped and was not killed quickly.

However, under the siege of more than a dozen warriors of the same level, although Zhang Dafa was not killed quickly, it was very difficult. The true energy in his body passed rapidly, and the power of the sharp sword light in his hand slowly weakened. If there was no accident, his death was only a matter of time.

A quarter of an hour later, under the siege of more than a dozen martial arts strong men, Zhang Dafa consumed most of the true energy in his body, and more than a dozen scars of varying depths appeared on his body. Heavy red blood slowly flowed out from the scars on his body, constantly weakening his physical strength and combat power.

Feeling the passing of his physical strength and true qi, Zhang Dafa knew that his life was not long. After continuing to fight, he could only die by bleeding, or be ruthlessly killed by martial artists such as Xu Ming. He slowly concentrated all the remaining true qi in his body together, attached to the sharp sword in his hand, and roared angrily, his body was like lightning, quickly approaching Xu Ming's body, with all the true qi in his body, with cold sword light and three-foot sword light with sharp murderous intent, and quickly slashed towards Xu Ming's body with one sword.

Facing Zhang Dafa's death attack, Xu Ming's face changed slightly. Without being able to dodge, he plucked up all the true energy in his body without any hesitation, attached himself to the long sword in his hand, and waved it out to face the long sword attack containing Zhang Dafa's last hope.

Bang!

A violent metal collision sounded in Zhang Dafa's bedroom. A strong wind shot out from the collision of two sharp swords, blew a burst of pain on the faces of more than a dozen martial artists around him.

hiss!

Xu Ming, who is only six-star martial artist, flew backwards under the last blow of Zhang Dafa, who is the nine-star martial artist, and hit the hard wall. He collapsed weakly on the ground, spit out a mouthful of red blood, held a short sword, looked at Zhang Dafa, who was weak and shaking with a fierce look, and shouted: "Kill him!"

As soon as Xu Ming finished his voice, he saw the weapons in the hands of more than a dozen martial artists, and the extremely sharp sword lights and powerful gun shadows shot out from the weapons of more than a dozen martial artists, and fell to the body of Zhang Dafa, who had no combat power, and killed him ruthlessly and dismembered him.

Xu Ming, who saw Zhang Dafa being ruthlessly dismembered and his body was severely injured, stood up with difficulty, walked slowly to Zhang Dafa's body, picked up Zhang Dafa's long sword, waved it gently, cut off his head, held it in his hand, and said to more than a dozen martial artists beside him: "Go, get the merit!"

After saying that, Xu Ming took the lead in walking outside the City Lord's Mansion, and more than a dozen martial artists followed Xu Ming without saying a word, looking like Xu Ming was the main one.

When Zhao Wuji commanded the First Legion to enter Tiecheng and assisted Zhao Tian's Guards and Zhao Yi's Guards to launch a fierce attack on Tiecheng's barracks, Tiecheng's barracks collapsed instantly. One by one, the soldiers, dressed in disarray, dispersed and rushed out of Tiecheng.

Since the initial goal of Zhaojiabao was to break through Tiecheng and defeat the Tiecheng defenders, instead of annihilation of Tiecheng defenders, he just launched a fierce attack on the Tiecheng military camp, but did not surround it. Therefore, except for a small unlucky man who was killed by the Zhaojiabao army, most of the Tiecheng defenders dispersed, fled out of the military camp, were gathered up by officers at all levels, and gathered again outside the Tiecheng, forming a powerful strength of 150,000 soldiers.

Early the next morning, the army of Zhaojiabao occupied the Iron City and cleaned the battlefield. While sending elite spies to monitor the defeated troops outside the city, they quickly counted the results and arranged rest in various military camps.

"Report, the Iron City Commander Xu Ming asked for a visit."

An escort from Zhao Jiabao reported to Zhao Wuji, who was discussing the full attack on the Temple of War with Zhao Yi and Zhao Tian.

"Bring Xu Ming in."

When Zhao Wuji heard the words of the guard, he was startled and then happy, and said loudly.

Looking at the background of the escort leaving, Zhao Wuji looked at Zhao Yi and Zhao Tian beside him with a happy expression: "It seems that we don't need to worry about the 150,000 defeated troops we have become. They can become our pioneers and help us fully occupy the territory of the Temple of War."

Hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Zhao Tian and Zhao Yi nodded gently and said, "What the Marshal said is that Xu Ming has been the commander of the Iron City for more than ten years and has a cautious prestige among the Iron City defenders. It is not comparable to Zhang Dafa, who has just taken charge. If he is willing to join our Zhaojiabao, the 150,000 troops outside the city will become the treasure of our Zhaojiabao and help us Zhaojiabao fully occupy the land of the Temple of War."

While speaking, Xu Ming, led by a Zhao family fortress guard, came to Zhao Wuji and said with a respectful look: "I have met the Marshal. This is my intention and the Iron City Guardian. I hope the Marshal can accept it."

After saying that, Xu Ming handed a square box in his hand to a Zhaojiabao guard beside him and asked him to hand it over to Zhao Wuji.

He took the square box offered by Xu Ming, opened it, and Zhang Dafa's head was reflected in Zhao Wuji's eyes, making him happy, closed the lid of the square box, handed it to the guard next to him, looking at Xu Ming and said, "Very good, I have accepted this gift, tell me your request!"

Hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Xu Ming's face was happy and said quickly: "Marson Marshal, our Iron City defenders have no requirements. They just hope to be the vanguard of your unit, assist your unit in occupying the Temple of War God, and use their military achievements to eliminate the crime of resisting your unit."

Xu Ming was not stupid. After losing the strategic location of Tiecheng and the old nest of Zhangjiabao, the Temple of War was like a beauty who had taken off her clothes. She could only let Zhaojiabao knead her wantonly, without any room for resistance.

In this case, it is the best choice to be the vanguard of the Zhaojiabao army and assist him in occupying the land of the Temple of War. He can make some contributions and enjoy extremely high treatment after the war and will not become the target of being dealt with.

Hearing Xu Ming's words, Zhao Wuji lowered his head and thought for a while and said, "Okay, I agree to your request. At the same time, afterwards, I will report your contribution to the Lord of the Castle. As long as you make enough merits, Lord of the Castle will not treat you badly."

After hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Xu Ming was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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