One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 13

Jing people are good at fighting, advocating military exploits, and like to conquer.

Middle-level officers like the battalion deputy are basically promoted all the way up from the soldiers.

The life and death fights that have been experienced may not be less than a hundred times.

The only battalion deputy left in the small building has rich experience in martial arts.

When he started to move his hands, the saber danced airtightly, without revealing the slightest flaw.

But Song Yun also has his own advantages.

Now the concentration of smoke from the Mingyan Stone upstairs is extremely high, and the battalion deputy took the detoxification elixir later, and his condition is still seriously affected.

In addition, Song Yun's bronze sword was obviously sharper than the opponent's saber.

So the battalion deputy has been on the defensive, trying to delay the time and wait for the antidote to fully take effect.

Song Yun kept on attacking wildly, if the opponent had no openings, then forcibly create openings!
A stormy combo of attacks, taking advantage of the state, forced the opponent to retreat steadily.

The battalion deputy was panting heavily. The heavy armor all over his body gave him a good defense, but in the poisoned state, it was also a heavy burden.

Song Yun saw the opportunity, and unleashed the sword-pointing gesture.

Point the tip of the sword, and precisely stab the wrist of the battalion deputy holding the knife.

The battalion deputy drew back his saber, Song Yunge opened his saber, and stabbed straight at his face with the sword.

Jing Jun's full set of heavy armor is equipped with a mask, but the battalion deputy is resting in the small building, and has already removed the mask, which is now the biggest weakness.

The battalion deputy had to back up again, his back had already reached the wall.

Seeing that the enemy had no way to retreat, Song Yun let out an angry shout, and raised his sword high, the cyan edge of the sword shone slightly under the reflection of the surrounding fire.

Sword splitting style, armor piercing cut!
The sword slashed with the strength of the whole body, and the battalion deputy could only hold the knife with both hands and raise it to block.

Clang!
The bronze sword slashed heavily on the horizontal saber, and the sharp rumbling sound made the eardrums of the two of them hurt.

The battalion deputy's hands with the knife sank suddenly, and the tiger's mouth burst open.

"What a terrifying force..."

He was horrified, and finally understood why the other battalion deputy didn't even make two moves, and his forehead was split open by the assassin.

At this time, the saber in the deputy's hand, a fine product forged by Jing Guo's craftsmen, opened a deep hole and was almost cut off by a sword!
Song Yun glanced at the deputy battalion coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes, which made him terrified.

The invisible killing intent was almost solidified, and the blood was soaring in a trance, which was suffocating.

How many people do you have to kill with your own hands to have such a terrifying aura?

Song Yun didn't give the battalion deputy any time to adjust. He raised the bronze sword again, pierced the air and screamed, and slashed vertically with all his strength!
Clang!
click...

The saber was broken in two by the shock.

The bronze long sword was raised again.

The battalion deputy lost his only weapon, so he could only raise his arms hastily, trying to use his arm armor to resist subsequent attacks.

Song Yun did not perform an armor-piercing attack, but adjusted his attack flexibly.

After the sword edge cut on the arm armor, it suddenly turned to sweep, wiping out a series of sparks, and then cut off several fingers of the battalion officer.

"Ugh—" the battalion officer screamed, sideways sideways, and staggered towards the window not far away.

Song Yun chased after him closely, and slashed at the back of the battalion deputy's neck with his sword. He failed to cut through the iron armor's defense, but managed to lift the helmet up.

"Ghost Phantom Walking" is activated, one step forward like a pounce of a ghost, and "Sword Stabbing Style" is cast at the same time.

The bronze sword went straight forward, piercing through the back of the target's head, and then the blood-stained blade emerged from its mouth.

With a sword, he pierced through the battalion deputy's head and hung it on the wall by the window.

The strong body of the battalion deputy twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

Song Yun slowly pulled out the bronze sword and wiped it on the battalion deputy's body.

The body in full armor fell to the ground.

Flames churned, and finally rushed to the second floor, devouring everything madly.

A black shadow has jumped down from the window on the second floor.

Song Yun landed, quickly left the fire scene, and watched quietly from a distance.

The entire barracks and the connected streets have been submerged in a sea of ​​orange-red flames.

The blazing high temperature distorted the air, and the houses swayed and crooked in the black smoke, and finally collapsed.

Only a few dozens of people escaped, rolling in the sand, and had no time to fight the fire.

The terrifying fire created by the fierce fire oil cannot be saved casually.

Hundreds of Jing soldiers howled continuously, turned into coke in the dazzling flames, and fell down one by one.

[Warfu Song Yun killed 2 Tier 9 enemies, 54 Tier 503 enemies, 1248 Tier [-] enemies, [-] Tier [-] enemies, martial arts cultivation value +[-]]

[Current state: Tier [-] martial artist, late stage]

[Cultivation value required to advance to the fourth-order peak: 311/1000]

With one's own power, overthrow the entire army camp.

Song Yun put his sword back into its sheath, ignored those Jing soldiers who escaped by chance, turned around and disappeared into the night.

……

In the north of the city, on the roof of a three-story building.

Meng Su stared at the place where the second attack happened from afar, with a puzzled look on his face.

Ever since the assassin killed and wounded a whole Shijingbing there, he never appeared again.

At this moment, more than 2000 Jing soldiers have surrounded the place, and the torches are as bright as day.

Every house in the dozens of streets and alleys nearby has been carefully searched, and I can't wait to lift up the tiles to have a look.

More than a dozen vigorous third-tier team leaders and team officers walked, jumped, and patrolled around the roof holding torches.

Prevent the assassin from escaping by jumping over the roof.

But they didn't find anything suspicious either.

He didn't appear on the street, he wasn't in the house, and he wasn't on the roof, so where was the assassin?

Jing Jun searched for an entire hour, but he couldn't even find a single footprint.

"Impossible. According to my command, the soldiers are surrounded layer by layer. Even a fifth-rank innate martial artist can't escape after revealing his position..." Meng Su frowned and thought.

The two battalion officers who personally led the search team were also a little annoyed at the moment.

At the beginning, they found that the assassin's martial arts level was not high, and they had already made up their minds, thinking that catching a young assassin would be easy.

I didn't expect it to be so hard. After searching for an hour, I was sweating profusely, but found nothing.

"Damn it, where did this bastard hide?"

"Waste my whole night, I caught you, I have to give you a cramp!" The two campers cursed dissatisfiedly.

At this moment, a fire dragon appeared in the distance, shining brightly and shining.

Meng Su suddenly turned around, looking at the military camp engulfed in flames behind him, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Assassin, in the camp!"

The two battalion officers also stared blankly behind, looking bewildered.

"This... the Tang army attacked the camp?"

By the time more than 2000 Jing soldiers rushed back to the barracks, it was too late.

There were more than 500 soldiers and officers in the barracks, plus nearly a thousand wounded. At this moment, almost all of them were killed or injured, and only a few dozen people survived.

Even the two battalion lieutenants of the fourth-tier martial artist realm died in the raging fire.

Meng Su dragged a few soldiers to ask about the situation, but they couldn't find anything.

Those soldiers smelled the smell of burning oil in the house, went out to check, and then saw the waves of flames rushing towards their faces.

How the assassin escaped from the siege, and how they sneaked into the barracks, they had no idea at all.

(End of this chapter)