Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 57 Steel Martial Arts Master

Everyone on the city wall looked shocked.

Previously, a group of cavalry came to form a spear formation and swept across the city wall. Now the opponent actually dropped several groups of cavalry in one go!

These cavalrymen rushed forward very fiercely and quickly. When they reached the city gate, they abandoned their horses and ran at very fast speeds.

But taking the lead was a general wearing mountain armor.

The general carried an iron rod on his back and ran like a fast horse, pulling other soldiers far behind. He jumped up under the city wall, stepped on the pile of corpses with his legs, and kicked hard with his feet, and his whole body was thrown into the air.

Seeing that he jumped high enough, his body was still some distance away from the city wall.

Everyone in the city secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, this person exhaled, stretched his arm forward, and grew a little out of thin air. His five fingers were already on the parapet, and the big green brick was as soft as tofu in his hands, and he was pinched out directly. Five finger holes.

He turned over and was already standing on the city wall. He took the iron rod from his back and just swung it around.

He cleared the area around Zhang Xu, and all the soldiers standing within this area were smashed into pieces.

"Miss, go back quickly..."

"It's a steel-framed martial artist!"

Sister Hong exclaimed and was about to pull Pan Furong away.

The steel-framed martial arts master, Seventeenth Uncle Du was a master of this realm before he was in command. Sister Hong knew very well what kind of master he was.

The bones in the whole body are as hard as fine steel, but also have the elasticity of soft steel. They can shrink the bones into a ball, or make the bones temporarily expand, catching the opponent off guard.

The general's arms swelled out of thin air, and he was obviously a steel-framed martial artist.

With one stroke of his stick, he cleared the city where he was standing, leaving a place for the soldiers behind him. With a glance, he could tell from the armor that Pan Furong was the leader.

Bulkhead rushed towards Pan Furong, with female soldiers and infantry blocking him along the way. He swung his stick as easily as swatting a fly to death, without slowing down at all.

Those who block the road are like mantises using their arms as chariots. They can't even stop the opponent for a moment. The iron rod touches the opponent and hits him. The person who is hit by the weapon is shattered and his human form is gone.

Before anyone arrived, the terrifying momentum had already firmly locked onto Lu Ye and the other three.

"Miss, run away!"

Lu Ye only had time to shout before he bravely raised his gun and faced him, thrusting the gun into the opponent's throat.

He is now considered a master of martial arts. The opponent is extremely fast, invincible and rushes towards him with a strong murderous aura. If he is afraid to turn around at this time, he will be dead, and he will die without dignity.

Only by risking one's life head-on can there be a glimmer of hope!

Time seemed to slow down and freeze in his eyes.

He seemed to have returned to a year ago, a skinny man holding a wooden stick in his hand, climbing on the wooden ladder to attack the village, facing various farm tools dropped by the villagers.

That was the closest he came to death.

"Go to hell..."

Lu Ye's eyes widened and he roared. His whole body's energy and energy were concentrated in the stabbing. Suddenly he felt that the gun in his hand came alive, as if it had become part of his arm.

This stab was the most powerful killing move he used in today's battle.

"Granny, wait for me..."

He seemed to have auditory hallucinations in his ears, and Pan Furong's toned figure appeared in his sight.

The stupid lady appeared next to him and stabbed him in the abdomen with a bullet.

Then Sister Hong yelled "Miss", swung her sword up and slashed at the martial artist's waist from the side.

Lu Ye's spirit was shaken. Three against one, there might be hope. Even his attack force was a little stronger.

The three people surrounded him in a half-moon shape, and their weapons were divided into three groups: upper, middle and lower to attack the steel-framed martial artist at the same time.

The opponent sneered, swung his stick in circles, and struck first, using strength to overcome cleverness.

boom……

In a very short period of time, the iron rod collided with the three long soldiers, making a continuous sound.

Lu Ye's hands felt like they were struck by lightning, and both his men and their weapons were smashed away. A stream of blood poured out of his chest. From the corner of his eye, Pan Furong and Sister Hong were beside him, both of them flying involuntarily in the air.

This steel-framed martial artist actually knocked three people away with one blow!

Just like how Lu Ye tortured those little martial arts disciples before.

Lu Yeren was in mid-air, and when he saw the martial artist taking a big step, he wanted to chase Pan Furong and kill him.

puff……

Lu Ye suddenly came to his senses and spat out the blood gushing from his chest.

The blood outlet was blown into a blood mist by the wind.

The general subconsciously took a step slowly, raised his arms to cover himself, and when he opened his eyes again, there were no more three enemy figures on the city.

It turned out that Lu Ye, Pan Furong and Sister Hong were knocked away by him, and their bodies fell under the inner city.

Plop! There were several popping sounds.

The three fell at the root of the inner city wall. There were probably too many dead in the war during this period, and there was a thick pile of corpses here. Before they could be pulled away by their servants, the three fell down, and a few rolled over, but they all managed to climb up with difficulty. got up.

All of them were vomiting blood and suffered severe internal injuries.

The three of them leaned together sluggishly, unsteadily standing, and fell to the ground.

Lu Ye was the most seriously injured because he rushed to the front and stabbed the opponent's throat with a gun. The opponent's iron rod made a circle, and he was the first to receive the blow.

Sister Hong was the least injured because she was the last one to be attacked.

Pan Furong gritted her teeth and said.

"At least he is a Zhongcheng Steel Martial Arts Master..."

If Xiaocheng's steel-framed martial arts master was not so powerful, the three of them could not even catch each other's moves.

Sister Hong had already stumbled over and grabbed Pan Furong's arm, saying angrily.

"Miss, you are too reckless..."

Pan Furong pointed to the city wall above and shed tears.

"Sister Hong, our female camp's sentry is over."

On the city wall, the death screams of female soldiers kept ringing out, and stumps or even half of the body fell from the wall from time to time. Under the city wall.

A group of people rushed up the stairs like a wind.

The person running at the front was Chuang Potian, and he came forward with his sentries.

Lu Ye and the other three looked up, only to hear the thunderous killing sounds on the city wall, and the deafening sound of weapons clashing.

Corpses rained down one after another.

There were Tangzhou cavalry, there were Chuang Potian soldiers, and there were even people who had no weapons and rolled down the city with each other in their arms.

In this chaos, Chuang Potian and the opponent's master wielding the stick exhaled and made sounds, which resounded throughout the city. The sound of the physical collision of their weapons was like two iron ingots colliding and squeezing.

Without being able to see the scene of the battle, just hearing the sound makes people feel frightened and their livers and gallbladders are about to burst.

Sister Hong held Lu Ye with one hand and Pan Furong with the other, and hurried away from the wall.

All three of them were seriously injured. If a corpse fell from above and hit them, they would not be able to withstand it.

They had not gone far when they suddenly heard someone in the city speaking loudly.

"die!"

Crowds on the city walls cheered.

Lu Ye hurriedly turned his head to look.

Chuang Po Tian stood majestically on top of the wall with his hands raised high.

The armored general who had forced the three of them to the sky and into the ground just now had been torn in half.

Chuang Potian held up the opponent's stump, and blood flowed down violently, dyeing his body red. He looked majestic, like a demon god!

A steel-framed martial artist died in the hands of Chuang Potian, and he died so tragically!

On the top of the city, hundreds of armored officers and soldiers had already established their foothold and formed several small formations. Even if Chuang Potian's personal sentries came up, they were beaten back by the officers and soldiers and were about to be pushed off the city wall.

Now, in full view of everyone in Chuang Po Tian, ​​he tore apart the opposing general.

The armored officers and soldiers suddenly lost their courage, shouted, and the gun formation that had an absolute advantage suddenly dispersed. They all abandoned their weapons and collapsed.

These officers and soldiers were running away like headless flies.

The clever ones threw away their weapons and jumped off the outer city, the unlucky ones ran around the city walls and were easily killed by the sentries, and the confused ones actually jumped into the inner city.

And the one who was so frightened actually knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Wan Sheng... Wan Sheng..."

The guardsmen surrounded Chuang Potian and shouted loudly. Even the homeless soldiers in the city cheered thunderously. Although the other city walls didn't know what was going on, they also shouted in response.

Under the city wall, Pan Furong clenched her hands into balls, bit her lip with her teeth, and blood flowed down.

"Sister Hong, Lu Ye will take me back to my hometown. You are not seriously injured, so you should restrain your brothers and sisters from the women's camp."

"I will take care of those who are alive, even if they are disabled."

"I...can't bear to see it."

Sister Hong felt sad, nodded in agreement, and told Lu Ye to send the young lady back to the house safely before leaving.

Lu Ye supported Pan Furong. The young lady who had always been youthful and energetic before now turned pale and her body was weak. She needed to rely on Lu Ye to walk.

"Miss, don't be discouraged. The sisters in the women's camp will be very relieved to know that you are alive."

"I'm telling you, even if you are as strong as Yi Zhangqing, many of your relatives will die..."

After he said this, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth. How could it be so comforting?

Pan Furong laughed miserably and said softly.

"Granny, would you be happy if you became a general?"

"I would rather not be a young man, and I just hope that my father, Uncle Seventeen and the sisters in the women's camp are alive."

After she finished speaking, she didn't speak again. Lu Ye looked forward and felt a little bit of crystal falling off his damaged sleeves.

After sending Pan Furong onto the horse and escorting her all the way back home, Lu Ye almost lay on the horse and vomited blood while heading towards Tiegongfang.

As a result, they met Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi who were waiting anxiously on the way.

Lu Ye's tense mind relaxed and he fainted.

The next day.

There were cheers outside the house.

Lu Ye was woken up and opened his eyes.

"Brother, drink water!"

Zhang Cunyi and Wang Hu stayed by his side.

Lu Ye drank water and felt pain in his internal organs whenever he moved his body, knowing that he was seriously injured.

"What's going on outside? Did the Tangzhou Cavalry retreat?"

Wang Hu laughed.

"Brother, you are wrong. Yesterday, the Tangzhou Iron Cavalry broke into the city and tore alive the leader of the Tangzhou Iron Cavalry siege. The Tangzhou Iron Cavalry then broke camp and left."

Lu Ye's mind was filled with questions.

"Then why are there cheers outside now?"

"Brother, wait a minute, I'm going to inquire..."

After a while, Wang Hu ran in excitedly.

"Brother, the officers and soldiers of Dongsai Mansion also withdrew. No, to be precise, they were defeated."

"The cavalry divided into a dozen groups, abandoned the formation and ran away, and the infantry ran all over the field."

"By the way, you can still hear their faint cries while standing on the top of the city. Under the banner of Shuaizi, the high official and several generals were besieged by their own people. Their heads were chopped off and their bodies were thrown into the wilderness. They were trampled on. It’s out of shape, don’t you think it’s strange?”

"Why are the officers and soldiers fighting among themselves?"

(End of this chapter)