"The Jingzhou Army is about to lose support."

Meng Qi glanced at the top of the city, and his tone was strange.

Even though they disrupted the formation of the King's army and caught the people from the Holy Lotus Altar to kill them, they also destroyed the Baniu Crossbow, but the Jingzhou army, which was so rotten that it could not help them.

The elite troops of the rebel army attacked the city fiercely.

These former Yizhou soldiers suffered enough of escape and defeat at the last battle.

When you fall into the wilderness, you will gather in the enemy, and you will not have big fish or meat. Sometimes you have to dig weeds on the mountain to make a living.

Perhaps Jiangnan is rich, so it will not be so miserable. A random robbery can eat happily for ten or half a month, but what about the future?

The government always has to surround the world. People in the martial arts world will also come to cause trouble. The better is to quarrel or be beaten up. Maybe they can gain a leader with great martial arts skills. But every time they are called to drink and eat meat, they are not as good as when they are in the army.

The King of Seizure incorporated them, and the words of pretending to be a ghost fooled some people. Compared to believing in Ziwei Star Lord, what lingers deeper in the heart is desire.

——I don’t want to live a life of stagnation anymore, I want to be an official they have envied, and I command a hundred people under my command, and I have money in my pocket and a house in my family. I have seven or eight wives.

The people who have been soldiers in Yizhou have even more ideas. The Jingzhou army is their past. They have escaped on the battlefield once. They found that there was no way to survive if they escaped. So under the brainwashing of the Holy Lotus Altar, he realized that it is useless to be rich alone and he must be an official. If you take a try, you will be a big fish and meat for the rest of your life. After losing 18 years, you will be a hero again.

They have lived enough of the life of a betrayal dog!

"kill!"

One side fights for life, the other side is cowardly, and the battle situation is uncontrollable to the side of the King.

The powerful and powerful people in Jingzhou had prepared their carriages and called on their family to join the private soldiers, and they would run for their lives after the city was broken.

It was precisely because they refused to hand over private troops to defend the city that King Jing was furious, and the powerful and powerful people of the aristocratic families were grateful that they still had a chance to survive.

The private soldiers raised by the powerful and delicious food are extremely powerful, they can ride horses and fight night battles, and the full armor and swordsmanship are sharp enough to protect them and rush out.

But now, there are not many things to bring.

The Nanping County Mansion was filled with crying of despair, and the deep courtyard was separated by life and death. Some people just shed tears silently, while some people tried to keep up, but the head of the family pushed off the carriage without mercy.

This beautiful woman, who was once surrounded by pearls and jade, silk and brocade, fell into the mud.

He only carries silver notes without gold and silver, and leaves his daughter or even his youngest son. Who will be the most beautiful wife and concubine?

——If the carriage is loaded too much, the hope of escape will be sharply reduced.

If it weren't for the fear of cold arrows being injured by accident, those who could ride horses would not want to make carriages at all. What if the bandits thought there were gold and silver hair in the carriage and rushed to kill wildly? The more they were not eye-catching, the safer they would be.

"Oh, Jingzhou is over."

An old man sitting in a carriage, showing pain.

His son beat a horse directly, and did not turn his head to look at his wife and daughter who were crying behind him.

"Is there a place for Yangzhou? I'm afraid that when I get there, I will inevitably be ridiculed and cannot make a comeback."

"It's useless, so I'd better escape first!"

King Jing sat alone in the palace, looking at the eunuch who was busy running for his life, and suddenly burst into laughter like crazy.

His adult sons had left him and planned to flee themselves. There were only a bunch of wives and concubines and a few underage children left in the palace.

No one expected that the outer city would be destroyed on the day the rebel army came.

When King Jing went to the city to check, he was unconscious and was lifted down, and the last string pressed on everyone's heart was also broken.

“…fire? Not good!”

Meng Qi's pupils shrank outside the city, and he jumped forward again regardless of the cold arrow.

The Zifeng Sword accumulates power and swings open in front of him, and instantly, the energy is strong and the flames are dotted.

The torches held by the Nijun were flying up one after another, accompanied by bloody fingers that had been cut, and purple moons with red flames rose in place, with power flying in the air and falling to the densest place of the crowd.

There was a loud bang, and the ground was sank three feet away.

The soldiers of the Rebel Army had no time to shout, and their bodies flew out like sacks, and then hit the ground without any reaction.

"this--"

Ning Changyuan was dumbfounded.

He had never seen such a sword technique that would squander internal strength.

No, no top master dares to use such tricks at will among the troops. Isn’t this seeking death? The internal strength is not endless, and people always make mistakes. It is not a joke to fight against one.

But I have to do this, without hesitating internal strength and sweeping a large number of people, is a good way to break through the siege among the troops.

Master Ning looked down at the sword, his expression condensed, and accurately avoided the hidden weapon flying behind him.

Looking at the master of the Holy Lotus Altar slowly surrounding him with a ferocious expression, Ning Changyuan put a sword flower in his hand and said calmly: "It seems that you have already figured it out, let's go!"

"Arrogant! Do you think you can beat so many of us? You might as well tell you that Pili Hall is already ambushed in the dark." An old man with a haggard appearance like a ghost laughed strangely, and there was a faint green skull at the top of the wooden stick in his hand.

"Get the first sword? Humph, die!"

At the same time, someone rushed over from all directions. The strong wind blew the hair loose under Ning Changyuan's crown and drifted to his forehead, but his sharp eyes didn't blink.

The sword is faster than a man and pierces into the ribs of a man on the right.

Master Ning suddenly exerted force, with his wrist backwards, causing the sword to get stuck in the crack of the bone, and then "pulled" the man over and swept across the front of him.

All those vicious and fierce attacks fell on this unlucky person and were killed on the spot.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Ning Changyuan exerted his strength again, and his inner breath shattered the guy's ribs along the sword edge. The sword had already taken off and hit another person's throat like a rapid electric shock.

"you!"

The sword left the red rhododendron, bursting instantly, and a blood-rushing arrow burst out from the neck.

The sword energy is cold, the snow on the mountain walls and the bitter wind in the sky.

"Bad, let me come!" The haggard old man suddenly slapped the skeleton staff in his hand.

Everyone hurriedly retreated.

The wooden stick brought a fishy, ​​sweet and unpleasant wind, and even the internal force emitted by the withered old man was strangely gray that could be distinguished by the naked eye.

Black and gray spots appeared on the skin of the soldiers who were affected by the rebel army. They were scratched continuously, and the blood marks immediately ulcerated and screamed in pain.

"Southern Xinjiang Guzhi."

Ning Changyuan frowned and used the sword wind to shatter the flying insects in close proximity.

The artillery shots fell into the crowd one after another, and the back formation gradually became empty, while Meng Qi broke in in the front formation and killed three generals in a row.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other generals of the king vaulted into the crowd with their personal soldiers and hid in the crowd.

Meng Qi simply waved his sword toward the gorgeous carriage. The two saints in the carriage hurriedly blocked and parried. One of them broke his arm and rolled down the frame like a blood gourd. Meng Qi raised his foot and kicked the carriage at the wheel. The Holy Lotus Altar scholars who were rushing the carriage were panicked and whipped the horse. The carriage suddenly tilted, and the "Suiwang" with horror maintained his sitting posture and fell off the car.

Before Meng Qi captured him alive or the remaining saint saved him, the puppet had been stomped on his body by the horse pulling the cart, and his chest was sunken.

The surroundings seemed to be quiet, and the saint in the car was quick to sting his horse to death with one palm.

"If you don't pass through the disaster, you will have no eyes."

She threw her hairpin, covered her face with disheveled hair, and threw herself at Meng Qi.

But halfway through, the person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and Meng Qi couldn't catch up with the speed without using light skills.

Meng Qi smiled coldly. In his eyes, these brave scumbags in the world were far less threatening than those under the command of the king.

Besides, this saint thought he was smart, but he might not be able to make a way out.

"Bang."

A powerful force swept across the board, and as soon as the saint fell into the darkness, he was stoked by the majestic energy.

This time I fell down and the person fell directly into the wall.

The next moment, the wall collapsed into ruins. Zheng Tu had a blue face and snorted coldly: "Escape at the end of the battle, no redeem for a hundred deaths!"

The great situation that he had worked hard to create was about to fail, so Zheng Tu calmed down his anger and used his twelve distractions to fight Mo Li. Not only did his moves become more and more fierce, but he was able to adapt to Mo Li's sword intent as time went by.

"Do you think you won?"

Zheng Tu sneered repeatedly, as if indicating something, and a shocking sword sounded below

Mo Li frowned and glanced at it, and saw that the fire in the city became more and more obvious.

It's inside the city, not under the city wall.

"The thousand-mile dike is destroyed by an ant hole, and the house of Baixu is burned with smoke. Jingzhou has long been a gap that can make the broken house. Even the people of Xiliang can bite a piece of meat from here." Zheng Tu did not hide the ridicule in his tone, and laughed loudly, "The surprise attack and rushed to the city, and the attacks are endless... but this way, they can defeat them!"

King Jing, who was abandoned by his subordinates and son, raised the fire to burn the mansion in despair.

Those officials who were also left behind were afraid of being plundered by the bandits, and some jumped into the well and some jumped into the trap.

However, there are more people who want to survive, but are forced to commit suicide together, either covered in blood or rushing to escape desperately with flames.

——Even though the rebel army outside the city is in chaos and the general trend is about to go, people are killing each other in the wall.

The rebels can be eliminated, but the people's hearts cannot be saved.

The crying suddenly became close to me, lingering in Mo Li's ears, and the knife in his hand slowed down unconsciously.

Zheng Tu was waiting for this opportunity, pointing to the tiger in front of him and killing him in a row.
To be continued...