Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

In a huge war involving tens of thousands of troops, the role that hundreds of martial arts masters can play is minimal.

Although with the help of the tall city wall, the Mongolian attack was repelled in a short time, temporarily easing the enemy's offensive.

However, facing the enemy's endless, wave-like attacks, even those martial arts masters will be exhausted and hacked to death.

The Mongolian soldiers who rushed up screamed wildly and slashed with their swords. They didn't even look at who the enemy was in front of them. They just needed to move forward, move forward, and keep moving forward.

puff!

Because the master of the Beggar Clan had just killed the Mongolian soldier in front of him when his neck was chopped off with a knife from behind. Scarlet blood spattered and his head was raised instantly.

There are martial arts people who are good at external hard skills. They hold an iron gun and charge angrily on the city wall, causing the enemies to fall wherever they pass.

But those Mongolians who rushed up to the city wall rushed forward without fear of death. Even if their spears pierced their bodies, they still screamed and smashed them with their scimitars.

Before the man had time to pull out the spear from the corpse, more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers roared and rushed forward. Not only did they slash with their long knives, but they also used their bodies as weapons to directly knock the enemy to the ground.

The sharp scimitar plunged into the enemy's chest, his internal organs shattered to pieces, and blood instantly filled the air.

No matter how powerful the martial arts master is, he will still be overwhelmed by the sea of ​​​​people in the face of such a cruel and bloody war.

Huang Rong watched helplessly as each of her old friends died tragically in front of her. Some of these people only met once, but some were old acquaintances and had been friends for more than ten years.

But they were all falling down one by one, their chests pierced by spears, their throats cut by scimitars, and even their bodies were incomplete, with heads and arms flying around.

This is the real battlefield, there is no back and forth, there is no one move or another.

Enemies were everywhere as far as the eye could see. They were charging at each other with bright swords and guns, clashing with each other, and the roars of countless people could even make one's eardrums tear.

Huang Rong's martial arts skills are considered to be the best in the world. Even though she is pregnant, she still kills with a long sword in her hand, causing rivers of blood to flow all around her.

As the sword flashed, the enemy had no time to react before his throat was cut.

But as time passed, her true energy was constantly being consumed, and the loss of physical strength was even more serious. She even felt a vague pain in her lower abdomen.

Her whole body was wet with sweat, her hair stuck to her face one by one, and her vision was a little blurry. She didn't know if it was the splash of blood or the sweat left on her forehead that stuck to her eyes. On the eyelashes, the vision in front is hazy.

"I can't hold it anymore, Brother Jing!"

Huang Rong felt a little desperate for the first time. Even when she and Guo Jing were in Xiangyang City more than ten years ago, she had never been so panicked when facing the Mongolian army of hundreds of thousands.

At that time, she still had Guo Jing by her side. Even if the couple died, they would still be by each other's side.

But now she was alone. Not only did she have to face the powerful and terrifying demon, but she also had to face the nearly endless Mongolian army.

Huang Rong felt a little dizzy, and her arms were too heavy to lift the sword in her hand. However, she gritted her teeth and frantically squeezed out all her strength.

"I can't fall down, even if it's for the sake of the child in my belly, I definitely can't fall down like this."

puff!

On the battlefield, it was always life and death. Those Mongolian soldiers would never show mercy to her because she was a woman. Instead, they would kill her even more fiercely.

Cutting with scimitars and thrusting with spears, more and more Mongolians were rushing up the city wall.

puff!

Huang Rong's left arm was slashed directly with a knife. The skin and flesh were instantly torn open, the white bones were exposed, and the blood instantly stained half of the arm red.

"what……"

The severe pain made her scream in surprise, but looking at the scimitar slashing in front of her, she could only endure the pain and blocked it with her long sword again.

bang!bang!

The fierce collision of weapons is like the sound of iron being struck in a blacksmith's shop. In this cold and brutal battlefield, any martial arts moves are superfluous, only the collision of strength.

Huang Rong's arms were numb. She was exhausted, and her sword instantly fell to the ground.

Seeing the enemy's ferocious face approaching, the cold blade struck towards him like lightning.

She squeezed all the power in her body and kept retreating back.

But is there a rear?

When Huang Rong's body hit the city wall behind, she immediately felt the breath of death.

They have no way out!

"kill!"

More and more Mongolian soldiers rushed to the city wall. Their slogans after their death were ferocious and fierce, "Kill the enemy on sight."

puff!puff!puff!

The cold edge penetrated one flesh and blood body after another, and neither fear nor anger could prevent the tragic defeat.

The tide of enemies swung their swords and killed one defender after another, leaving their bodies to fall to the ground.

Gradually, fewer and fewer Han people were still able to stand on the city wall, and the Mongolian army began to completely break through the city defenses.

Huang Rong was exhausted and suffered more than one stab wound on her body. Due to excessive blood loss, her eyesight turned black. If she hadn't been holding on, she would have fallen to the ground.

But now that she had lost her weapon, she could only watch in despair as the enemy's weapon stabbed her body.

"Brother Jing, Ronger can't hold on any longer!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't protect our child!"

She put her blood-stained arm on her belly, her vision getting blurry, what seemed to be tears.

She didn't know how long it had been since she shed tears!

Bang!

At this moment, a long knife came from behind and knocked the two enemies to the ground in an instant.

Lu Wushuang held the knife in his hand, and even his hair was completely messed up. His body and face were covered in blood, and his whole person looked extremely miserable.

She had never experienced such a cruel fight, and she didn't even have the heart to be cruel to the enemy at first, but the result was that her companions died faster.

Huang Rong seemed to see the shadow of her own youth in Lu Wushuang, so she cherished her a little and drew her sword to help her many times to save her from danger.

Such a cruel war did not allow anyone to think at all. Lu Wushuang went from being unbearable at the beginning to becoming more decisive and cruel later on, and even started to become numb in the end.

Her martial arts skills were naturally much worse than Huang Rong's, but precisely because of this, Huang Rong attracted more enemies to attack her.

Lu Wushuang had just killed one of his former enemies when he saw Huang Rong in desperate situation and rushed to rescue him.

In the chaos, he didn't even care about what swordsmanship he used. He raised his hand and used two lightning-fast swords to cut down the enemy in front of him, and then rushed into the encirclement, protecting Huang Rong behind him.

"Miss Lu, run away!" Huang Rong's voice was hoarse and bitter, "I am seriously injured and can no longer survive. If you continue to stay here, you will only die with me."

"Even if you run away, where can you go?" Lu Wushuang turned his back to her, the long knife in his hand clanged to raise the enemy's spear, and then kicked the enemy in front of him away. “Now there are enemies on all sides, where can I escape to?”

"Even if you are going to die, you have to find someone you know to be with!"

As she spoke, a smile appeared on her blood-stained face, and there was no fear at all.

Even Huang Rong was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes. Then she laughed and said, "I didn't expect that I would be able to make a friend like you before I died."

"That's fine, even if we die, let's walk together on the road to hell. This way we won't be alone!"

puff!

Lu Wushuang had no time to answer her, as a cold spear pierced her shoulder.

The Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side roared like hungry wolves. They grasped the spear tightly with both hands and continued to rush forward. They wanted to use the blade in their hands to stab the enemy in front of them to death, leaving her body A big hole appeared in it and was completely penetrated.

boom!

The cold spear tip penetrated the body and directly pierced the city wall behind him.

Lu Wushuang felt that all her strength was draining away, but she used her last bit of strength to throw the long knife out.

It plunged into the enemy's throat with a pop!

Tragic, bloody, and cruel, this life-and-death battlefield is full of the most primitive fighting.

"Brother Nianchou, I can't hold it anymore. If there is an afterlife, I don't want to be your sister anymore!"

Lu Wushuang's last thought when he was dying was of his childhood sweetheart Lu Nianchou.

They were childhood sweethearts. Since childhood, the boy had always pampered him. No matter what happened, he would always be by his side.

It was not until later that he became a disciple and left, and even became sister Jingshu's husband.

When Lu Wushuang was a child, he didn't understand what a husband was, and even clamored that he wanted to marry brother Nianchou.

But when she grew up, she realized that as cousins, they could only be brothers and sisters in this life.

Such a result is indescribably bitter, and I even felt a little enlightened after knowing it!

Lu Wushuang didn't know what she was thinking at that time, she just felt empty and indescribably irritable.

She doesn't like to stay at home anymore and wants to go out into the world, so that maybe one day she can fight side by side with her brother Nianchou.

But until Lu Nianchou returned to Jiaxing with Cheng Ying that time, Lu Wushuang accidentally saw the two of them together, and it was like a bolt from the blue.

I know clearly that I shouldn't have any thoughts, but I still feel unspeakably sad...

Later, when he saw Wen Yunting, he saw a trace of Lu Nianchou in that person, and he just dived in.

"Maybe this is life..."

Lu Wushuang slowly closed his eyes, "I just hope that brother Nianchou will be safe and able to break out of the siege."

Thinking like this, even the pain on his body seemed to be going away, and his consciousness was completely blurred.

……

When there was a fierce collision on the city wall, Lu Nianchou, Guo Jing and others' siege on Xiaomeng had reached a critical moment.

Meng Chixing is the best in the world in terms of fighting experience, martial arts knowledge, and city strategy. Even if he is seriously injured, he is like a beast in a cage, but becomes even crazier and more ferocious.

His attacks were extremely fierce. Except for Lu Nianchou, everyone else would suffer extremely terrible injuries if they were touched. The injuries to muscles and bones were minor.

In just a quarter of an hour of fighting, both Hong Qigong and Guo Jing were seriously injured.

"If this continues, all of us will die, and it will be impossible to conquer this devil."

Master Yideng had broken an arm, and the wound was bleeding continuously. By this time, his face was as pale as paper, and he could no longer hold on.

He proclaimed the Buddha's name, "If I don't go to hell, whoever does, old beggar, will leave the rest to you."

This sentence was so unclear that others had no idea what it meant. However, Hong Qigong's face suddenly changed and he shouted loudly, "No!"

But it's too late!

Master Yideng knew that if he continued to delay, Meng Chixing would break out of the siege and watch the enemy attack him again.

This time he did not use a Yang Finger attack, but allowed the enemy to approach.

Seeing Meng Chixing's long legs like iron whips hitting his head, the power contained in them could almost split mountains and rocks. If he was hit, he would definitely die.

Master Yideng lowered his eyes slightly, as if he had given up resistance completely.

Until the enemy's long legs fell down, a lion's roar like thunder suddenly burst out from his mouth. His only remaining arm was grabbed out like lightning, but it was not to block it, but to lean forward and lock it tightly. The other leg of the enemy.

"kill him!"

These were the last words Master Yideng said.

The next moment, his head exploded, white brains mixed with blood and bone stubble flying.

But the headless corpse still locked the enemy's legs with its remaining arms.

"court death!"

Meng Chixing roared angrily and kicked him hard, trying to kick Master Yideng's body away.

But the palm was like an iron nail embedded in the flesh, flesh and even bones. Even if half of the body was cracked by a kick, the palm did not let go.

"Ah...I want you to die!"

Hong Qigong watched his old friend die tragically in front of him, his eyes were splitting, and he used all his inner strength to shoot a dragon battle in the wild.

At this time, he could no longer see any trace of his age, and his face was even a little rosy, as if he had returned to his prime, wandering around the world and being powerful all over the world.

"I am always a beggar, how can I be a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"Jing'er, watch carefully. I will teach you one last time."

While performing the moves in his hand, Hong Qigong laughed crazily and shouted: "You already understand the essence of the martial arts of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but you are still a little short of the spirit and spiritual realm of this martial arts. "

"I'll give you a demonstration today!"

"When facing an invincible and powerful enemy, when faced with a dead end, the secret of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is to fight to the death and die with the enemy!"

"No, Master!" Guo Jing didn't understand what he said, so he quickly followed him as fast as he could before it was too late.

Hong Qigong was like an angry dragon, using his body as a weapon, and his two palms were like dragon claws. He didn't care about the enemy's attacks and pressed towards the enemy with all his strength.

"The dragon fights in the wild, his blood is black and yellow!" (End of this chapter)