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

Chapter 30

In the dark streets and alleys, Song Yun hid in the corner, still thinking about how to avoid the martial arts master and secretly attack and kill other Jing troops.

Unexpectedly, the master would stop chasing after two streets.

Afterwards, the elite of the Qianjing army turned around and headed towards the east gate.

"That's... going away? Don't catch me? It's a pity."

"You don't want to catch me, I want to kill you."

Song Yun got up from the corner and headed straight north.

At this time, the wall of fire across the east and west was about to be extinguished. The fierce fire oil that was splashed before had already been burned away, and the houses were basically burned down.

Although there are still continuous small fires, with Song Yun's current skills, he can safely cross them.

In the north of the city, there was only a small fire before, and it went out after burning a few streets.

Most of the houses are still in good condition, anyway, they won't be used in the future, so it's a pity not to burn them down.

The elite Jing army is going around from the east to the north of the city, and it is estimated that they will join the [-] Jing army over there, and the speed is not too fast.

Song Yun went north all the way, walking in a straight line, easily surpassed this group of elites, and rushed to the vicinity of Jingying in the north of the city first.

This time, the defense of Jingying was much stricter, with one sentry at five steps and one detection at ten steps. There were sentry boxes at the entrance of every street, and Jing soldiers squatted on many roofs to look out.

The soldiers were scattered into four quarters to avoid being burned.

If it was Song Yun from before, it would be very difficult to sneak into the arsonist secretly.

But it is different now, he is already a congenital martial artist at the peak of the fifth rank, and he is only one step away from the master.

This kind of ordinary Jingying, there is no strong man in charge, just kill it directly.

Song Yun quietly appeared on the street with one person and one sword.

Jing Bing nearby reacted immediately when he saw this strange figure acting alone.

Some whistled wildly, some shouted warnings, and some turned their heads and rushed towards the barracks.

The next moment, everyone's movements froze, and they lowered their heads with difficulty, staring at their chests and abdomens.

Where the eyes fell, a thin line of blood appeared on his body, the red became deeper and deeper, and then turned into gushing blood.

All the Jing soldiers were divided into two, their bodies slipped down, and their bodies fell crookedly on the side of the street.

But Song Yun had already gone away holding the sword, and his back disappeared in a flash at the end of the street.

Arriving at the gate of the barracks, Jing Jun had just reacted, and several rows of Jing soldiers lined up and blocked the door, trying to stop Song Yun's footsteps.

The sword wind pierced through the air and screamed, and three rows of heads rolled up at the same time.

Song Yun entered the camp holding a sword.

He seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, but he used the "Sky Ghost Hidden Image Technique" at such a high speed that the soldiers around him couldn't catch his figure at all, and could only see a few afterimages.

Song Yun shuttled around the barracks for a few rounds, leaving a lot of kerosene all over the ground, and then floated away, throwing an air-exploding flame thunder behind him.

The entire barracks was instantly engulfed in flames.

The same scene was soon staged in other military camps.

It's useless to set up camp separately, these Jing soldiers heard the alarm, and Song Yun had already arrived as soon as they gathered.

Jing Jiang, who stayed behind, was shocked, grabbed his mace and rushed out, trying to stop the assassin from setting fire.

Song Yun has been paying attention to this person's location, laying an ambush on the way, using the technique of "Dead Wood Hidden Spring" to hide.

When people pass by, use the "Yunxiao Falcon Change" to kill.

Raising the sword in the air, the three major killing swords in the "Slaying and Fighting Swordsmanship" were used in turn——

Cut the neck of the deer!
Split tiger limbs!
Cut the dragon scales!
After a period of lingering and dazzling sword light faded away, hundreds of sword marks appeared all over Na Jingjiang's body, blood soaked his armor like a spring, and flowed down one after another as his body twitched.

In the end, Song Yun pierced his armor with a sword and sent him to heaven.

[Song Yun, the town warrior, kills a fifth-level enemy, and his martial arts repair value +1]

[Current state: Tier [-] Innate Martial Artist, Peak]

[Required initial cultivation level to advance to Tier 24074: 100000/[-]]

By the time Sikong Cuo and his party arrived, the north of the city had already fallen into chaos.

Countless Jing soldiers were furious, crying and running around.

Flags fell one after another, and houses collapsed.

The group of people suddenly turned pale, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Just now they supported the south of the city, but they only saw the miserable scene after the battle.

But this time, Song Yun seemed to be showing them how [-] Jing soldiers were killed by one person until the entire army was wiped out!

"Open the east gate! Everyone escape through the east gate!" Sikong Cuo lost his composure and shouted hoarsely.

The Jing army elites hurried over to maintain order and called the surviving soldiers to evacuate towards the east gate.

Song Yun looked in the direction of the east gate. Grandmaster Jing Guo was there, so he naturally wouldn't go there.

Concentrating on dealing with the Jing soldiers stranded in the north of the city can also kill a lot.

The raging fire that was gradually extinguished in the south of the city was ignited again in the north of the city.

Facing the same desperate situation, Jing Bing also had no choice but to throw away his helmet and armor and run in all directions.

And this time, the assassin's strength is extremely strong, invincible, able to kill all those who block him.

The Grandmaster didn't move, and no one could come to rescue them anymore.

The night is receding and dawn is approaching.

Many soldiers were completely plunged into darkness.

Of the 7000 Jing troops stationed in the north of the city, only more than [-] escaped in the end, and more than half of them stayed in Anxi forever, buried in the sea of ​​flames, with no bones left.

Sikong Cuo gathered the remnant soldiers with a livid face, and at the same time called several cavalrymen blocking the city gates, gathered together, and retreated slowly.

It is meaningless to send cavalry to block the door now. The assassins can do whatever they want in Anxi City, and there is no need to flee out of the city.

If he really wanted to go out, Sikong Cuo didn't think these thousands of cavalry could stop him.

Retreat, Jing Jun's courage has been beaten by Song Yun, and now he only wants to retreat and stay away from this terrifying city.

After retreating ten miles in a row, Anxi City, which was blazing with flames, was already in the distance. Only then did the Jing soldiers stop panting heavily.

Their faces were scorched black by the flames, and many of them were seriously injured. They ran here with their blood-stained bodies, leaving a long bloodstain on the yellow sand desert behind them.

Many Jing soldiers couldn't help crying with their heads in their arms, mixed with sorrow and joy.

The joy is that he successfully escaped from birth, away from the clutches of the assassin.

The tragedy is that countless comrades buried their bones in other countries, and the living can only withdraw with the humiliation of defeat.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of desolate bearded bees, sad and sad, like weeping and complaining, echoing in the wind endlessly.

It was originally a song for the refugees in the desert to relieve their homesickness, but now it has become a lament for this Jing army.

The moonlight is gradually setting, the morning light is faint in the east, and a wisp of white cloud breaks away from the dark night, floating and sinking over the desert.

Sikong Cuo with livid face, General Wei with expressionless face, Bai Yingqi who was a little confused, and Meng Su who was still in shock, wiped off the dust and blood on their faces, and looked back unwillingly.

Under the cloudy sky, at the end of the yellow sand, a lonely and dilapidated city stands still.

At the top of the city, there seemed to be a person wearing a white robe, holding a long sword, looking at the distance quietly.

"Who leans on the sword and the sky in the white clouds on a few nights where the moon is blowing."

"Such a character was born in an enemy country. This is a great misfortune!"

Sikong Cuo let out a long sigh, with a gloomy expression on his face, he rode his horse and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)