Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 372 Closing
The crowd ran wildly, and the earth trembled.

Under the bright red sunset sky, thousands of people came from all over the mountains and plains, and the tide without any shape was constantly advancing. The moment Wei's foreign defenses came into contact, they were overturned and knocked down by clay-sculpted yellow-turban wrestlers. The still-dead body smashed into the layers of Wei soldiers.

Wei soldiers from other directions heard the order, abandoned the besieged Liangqi, and gathered there at the fastest speed. However, the comrades in front of them seemed to have been crushed and hit by ten thousand horses, and their bodies were in pieces. Falling down, the flying people howled and fell in mid-air, and the broken corpses were trampled into the mud with blood lines.

The moment a general of the Wei Army was knocked into the air by a subordinate, he looked at the right moment and slashed at the arm of the enemy wrapped in yellow scarf in front of him. He grabbed the schoolmaster's face and lifted it up, and smashed it to the ground, blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, rolled on the ground, and he was no longer human.

"Mage..."

"Mage!"

Qiu Mingren's face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and he was constantly retreating under the guard of his own soldiers, his eyes wandering around, looking for the extraterrestrial expert who came lurking with the army.

Without the other party, they would not have been able to hide from the many checkpoints in Liang territory and the patrolling soldiers and horses, and suddenly encountered such a counter-ambush, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the troops killed were by no means ordinary people.

But no matter how many times he yelled, the old man did not appear. The retreating army was pushed over, and the soldiers fought hard to prevent their own generals from being crushed and trampled. The figure in the rear was finally seen clearly.

A yellow-turban wrestler with a severed arm, covered in blood, struggled forward with several steel knives pierced into his body. He swung the long knives in his hands, and several Wei soldiers who killed him screamed and fell down.

These are not people!
This thought flashed through Qiu Mingren's mind, and the yellow scarf with the broken arm over there had already seen him, roared angrily, and pointed at him with the knife in one hand.

Several almost equally strong yellow-turban figures passed him from left to right, knocked over a dozen Wei soldiers who were intercepting, and went straight to the general of Wei State who was guarded by dozens of personal soldiers.

"Escort the general away!"

It's not that I haven't seen this kind of desperate dispatch, but this kind of soldiers who can't be beaten to death have scared many people out of their courage. Seeing those yellow scarves heading straight here, the Wei soldiers turned around and ran along the way. While shouting, a small soldier led 20 people to form a defensive line. They didn't even have shields. They just held the knife edge horizontally and stared at the several strong figures who were quickly approaching. Their teeth were sour. The moment the opponent approached, they "Ah!" roared hysterically.

In the bottom of their eyes, the strong and inhuman body and the wielding weapons instantly magnified in the bottom of their eyes.

next moment.

There were several bangs of impacts, and the first yellow-turban wrestler who charged hit a person, and at the same time his body was knocked upside down, his body was also cut to pieces with several knives, revealing the color of mud, and his head was also rushed by the little school. As soon as he chopped it down with a knife, his body immediately turned into sand and fell to the ground.

However, the other five yellow-turban wrestlers rushed into the crowd from both sides, and directly swept them down with their knives, stepped on each other's hands and feet, and rushed forward. on the ground.

The sound of fighting boiled over the wilderness, and Qiu Mingren, who was being escorted and retreated, looked back. The small formation of 20 people rushed to pieces in just a few breaths. He rushed towards him at a frenzied speed.

"Stop him! Stop him!"

Qiu Mingren could no longer care about his image and the severe pain from the severed arm, his face was full of panic, and he kept ordering the soldiers around him, and even further away, to step forward, but at this time, the sound of fighting covered up his orders, Many people heard it, but chose to quietly retreat to the edge of the battlefield.

There are only a few dozen people around.

At this time, there was the sound of horseshoes approaching, Qiu Mingren turned his head hastily, and two or three horsemen rushed over in an instant. The soldiers were not so lucky. The moment they were entangled by the cavalry, more than a dozen yellow scarf warriors came through from the front battlefield.

"Mage!"

Qiu Mingren yelled for the last time, seeing that there was still no response, he limped towards the edge of the battlefield with a knife in his hand, but at the next moment, a war horse rushed towards him, and a long sword stabbed out with a swish, and the golden Tie Jiaoming, Qiu Mingren raised his knife to block it, but his body was still hit by the strength of the opponent's horse, and he stumbled.

Standing in front of him was Chen Qingzhi, the general with thick eyebrows and short beard, and majestic eyes.

"Fortunately, you have someone to help you!"

Qiu Mingren held the knife, opened and closed his bloody teeth, and said with a sneer, "But do you dare to kill me? Do you know that my father..."

sigh -

The war horse neighed and leaped forward. Chen Qingzhi raised his hand and slashed out with a sword, screaming loudly, "Father, your mother—"

The white robe shook off, and the sword cut down with an afterimage.

puff!
Qiu Mingren, who was speaking, stared wide-eyed, blood flowed down the bridge of his nose like spring water, his tall body shook twice, and fell to the ground with the saber in his hand.

In the scene where the corpses landed heavily, a figure could be seen clearly through the gap among the Wei soldiers who were running around in chaos. He shook his head regretfully, and he cast his eyes on the Duke of Beihai under the big banner over there.

That was his goal.

The yellow turban wrestlers who suddenly appeared right now were killing the fleeing soldiers, General Liang was also not far from here, and the open space exposed there was the best opportunity.

It was also when this group of magic-controlled soldiers rushed in, he thought of a good plan, killed the target, and quickly escaped without entanglement. The ascetic lurking in the dark was probably still searching for his aura in the crowd.

'Only one chance. '

The old man thought to himself, his figure was like a shadow, swimming quickly under the feet of the fleeing crowd. Where there was no shadow, he got out of the ground, stepped lightly, and flashed to the feet of the shadowed soldiers in front, making the guards Dazhu and Liang Qi rubbed their eyes, thinking they were fooled.

'Someone? '

When he looked again, he was still standing there on horseback in the same robe, and he didn't see any unnecessary figures. However, the moment he turned his gaze to other places to be vigilant, a black shadow suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision, and he turned his head again. , the king of the county under the big banner also noticed something and turned his head to look, and Chen Qingzhi over there turned around.

Among the intertwined lines of vision, an old man rushed out of the shadows, opened his sleeves, and a green snake flew out.

"It's done!"

The old man's face showed joy, but the next moment, the green snake that flew through the air suddenly turned into two pieces and fell to the ground.At the same time as the old man was astonished, a cut was split in his arm in an instant, dripping with blood.

He kept staring at me.

The old man rushed to the woods and disappeared under the shade of the trees.

……

Chen Yuan shook her head. This ascetic's level of cultivation is low, and he is much worse than the group of people back then. How could he be sent to do such a big thing.

Immediately, he turned around and walked to the forest, as long as he can help here, he still has important things to do, and the rest depends on Chen Qingzhi himself to achieve the name of future generations.

Back to the original place, the fat Taoist sat on the rock and yawned, and the little Taoist squatted under the tree playing with ants.

Seeing Chen Yuan coming back, Lao Sun got up quickly: "How is it?"

"It's settled, let's go... Where's the wounded soldier?"

The fat Taoist pointed to the path in the forest, "He woke up and shouted to leave. This way is not a bandit or a robber, so naturally he didn't stop him. I presumably went back to fetch the rescuers."

"Then let him go."

Chen Yuan smiled, raised her hand and waved her wide sleeve towards the approaching person, and a few wisps of fresh air flew from afar and fell into his palm.

……

At the same time, the battlefield had come to an end. There were only a few thousand Wei soldiers, and now they were scattered and dead, and they were no longer a threat.

Chen Qingzhi and a group of Liang Qi were also a little nervous when they saw the yellow scarf wrestlers strewn all over the mountains and plains in front of them.

They were even more puzzled, and just as they were about to approach them to ask questions, the motionless figure of the yellow scarf collapsed in front of their eyes, turning into a pool of black mud. Everyone present was stunned, unaware that the weapons in their hands had fallen to the ground.

(End of this chapter)