City Marshal

Just when Chutian was focusing on the Bu Palace, the Tibetan King's Mansion was facing a powerful attack.

23 men in black, led by an Indian, went directly into the city. Many city gate guards were killed by the leading Indian before they even drew their knives. The 23 men who followed him The man in black was also quite powerful, tearing through the defense line of the Zao Palace like a bamboo.

"Chutian, you let Paer Wumang kill all the Indian sects."

The Indian man walked towards the Palace of the King of Tibet step by step with his hands behind his back, and sneered, "I'll slaughter the Palace of the King of Tibet and give justice to my mother-in-law."

This is an Indian man with a strong exotic style. His skin is dark and shiny, and he has moderate flaxen hair. He has a handsome and strange face. There is a sharp smile in the corner of his mouth that seems to see through the world. There is sharpness in his wandering eyes. It's strong, not low-key: "Fight against me, Perseus, and I will make you regret it forever."

Obviously, this person is Persius, who sneaked in from India and has been missing for a long time. If Chu Tian sees him appearing here, he will be surprised that this guy's timing is accurate, and he can take advantage of the gap between him and the saber to attack Tibetan independence elements. , Directly kill and come to the Tibetan Palace to avenge and vent hatred.

More than 90 people have fallen at the gate of the mountain city, and more than 20 good horses from the Tibetan area. Perseus led 23 people who did not know where they came from, and rushed straight to the century-old mansion of the Tibetan king. At this moment, the Tibetan king seems to know what is coming There are strong enemies, so there are masters gathered at the door.

Perseus glanced at them and sighed softly: "A bunch of cannon fodder."

"kill!"

Jiankun raised his sharp Tibetan knife and roared angrily, and more than a dozen elite soldiers rushed out screaming and screaming.

Jiankun raised the Tibetan knife and rushed directly at Perseus, putting on a tragic posture. The latter shot away without avoiding the front, and his left hand shot out like a shooting star. He was wearing black clothes. Flying continuously with the cold wind, it is constructed into a bloody but beautiful violent picture.

The momentum is like a rainbow, and the hands are like stars!

Jiankun, who was slaughtered halfway, was confused by the figure of Perseus, and when he woke up, the opponent's hand had already reached his chest, and he retreated in a hurry, but Perseus shook his right hand mockingly, The speed increased instantly, turning into light and sinking into Jiankun's thick chest.

boom!Jian Kun's chest was shattered, spraying out patches of blood.

The Tibetan knife fell to the ground with a clang, and Jian Kun, the captain of the guard, fell to the ground with a crash.

At the same time, Perseus rushed into the Tibetan Palace with strange steps. The guards stared dumbfounded at the leader falling to the ground, and then looked at the indifferent Perseus. It was unbelievable that he killed the leader just after meeting him. But the corpses on the ground brutally present the facts...

Parseus did it himself tonight, obviously wanting a quick fix.

When he charged towards more than a hundred elites of the Tibetan Palace, 23 men in black also killed them aggressively. People who were beheaded by 24 people had no ability to fight back.

"These bastards!"

In the upper room, Meiduo Zhuoma and Su Rongrong stood side by side, looking very angry at Perseus killing all directions. She stretched out her hand to take the bow and arrow from Baima Tashi, Su Rongrong held her hand down, and persuaded her Said: "Mei Duo, you must not shoot this arrow, the enemy is too powerful."

"This arrow will attract the Indians, and it will be difficult for us to bear it."

Baima Zhaxi also had a dignified expression: "That person must be Perseus."

The corners of Medo Dolma's mouth kept twitching, and she trembled when she heard the guards' screams. This was caused by anger and grief: "Don't you just watch him slaughter brothers? I don't care what kind of Indian evil god he is. Whoever kills my brothers will be killed." No! Don’t persuade me, I will shoot him to death!”

"Mei Duo! Don't be impulsive!"

Su Rongrong remained calm: "We have two priorities now. One is to ensure your absolute safety; the other is to delay as much as possible to wait for Chutian and the others to come back. There are 300 armed forces in the Palace of the King of Tibet. In addition to sending [-] people to do things, the city There are still seven hundred people who can fight."

"Parseus cannot be killed."

She took Medo Dolma with a solemn expression, and added word by word: "As long as he can't kill him or we hold him back, then we will be considered victorious tonight. On the contrary, once you shoot an arrow to attract Perseus, The consequences are disastrous! Once you die, the Palace of the King of Tibet will be destroyed."

"Be patient! Be patient! Must be patient!"

Su Rongrong has absolute self-protection confidence, at least she can guarantee to survive until Chutian comes back to rescue, because she has Naruto and Yuntian by her side, the combination of these two masters can definitely hold Parseus, but this is Parseus Under the premise that the 23 masters around him don't get involved.

Once the latter intervenes, Lao Si and Yun Tian will definitely lose, and her own side will also die without a place to die, so now she can only let the power of the Tibetan Palace consume the man in black, and things develop as she expected, even though there are hundreds of people at the door. The rest of the people fell down continuously, but many reinforcements still came here and there.

More than 300 elites kept rushing and fell to the ground, and kept making up for the gaps.

Although the fighting scene was bloody and tragic, the gate of the Tibetan King's Mansion was never breached. No matter how domineering, fierce and murderous Perseus was, he had to deal with Tibetan knives from all directions. The crowd tactics could not hurt him, but It can effectively delay his progress.

The men in black also fell seven or eight of them during the siege.

More than 300 people were killed or injured in an instant, and blood flowed into rivers and piles of corpses at the gate of the Tibetan King's Mansion. Mei Duo Zhuoma wanted to rush out several times, but was stopped by Su Rongrong and Baima Zhaxi. Although the latter was also very angry Painful, but at this moment everything must be based on the premise of protecting Mei Duo.

Elites can be recruited, but there is only one princess.

"No, no, I must go up."

Seeing the ever-decreasing power of the Tibetan Palace, Medo Dolma desperately shook her head and struggled to shout, just when she was about to step forward to kill the enemy desperately, the door was knocked open suddenly, and the old housekeeper slowly walked in, without a trace. Eyes of emotion stared at Mei Duo: "Princess, the King of Zao has orders."

"You are not allowed to take half a step out of the door! Hidden Dragon, look at the princess!"

Hidden Dragon flashed in from the door, followed by ten tough guards, the old woman glanced at Hidden Dragon, with a hint of entrustment and dignified breath: "Hidden Dragon, the Tibetan King's Mansion will be handed over to you in the future, take good care of it Princess Mei Duo and Miss Rong Rong, this is the only way to be worthy of the King of Tibet."

Hidden Dragon lowered his head slightly: "Understood! The butler, please go!"

The old woman didn't respond to Hidden Dragon any more, just bowed slightly to Mei Duo Zhuoma and Su Rongrong, and then staggered away. Running to the front, let alone what she was going to do?

Just looking at her back, Mei Duo smelled a breath of death.

At this time, the shouts of killing outside the door were much quieter, and there were hundreds of corpses lying on the ground. Perseus watched with cold eyes the lives being lost one by one in his hands, and the blood-stained door of the Tibetan King's Mansion burst open. Then there was a vicissitudes and majestic cough in the air...

There was also a lonely sigh: "The Palace of the King of Tibet has been quiet for 50 years, and I never thought there would be a distinguished guest."

An old man slowly flashed out in the light, the wrinkles on his face were as calm as ravines: "This king is old, and he has lost his way, forgive me."

Perseus sneered: "King Zao? You finally came out!"

"Very good, I'll kill you with the sacrificial knife first."

At this moment, the situation between the two sides is quite different. Perseus and the remaining eight masters are standing at the gate of the Tibetan Palace. Behind them are the last two hundred Tibetan Palace forces who heard the news. In front of Perseus and the others is an old man. The king of Tibet, the king of Tibet on crutches.

Su Rongrong, who was watching the battle upstairs, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

A meaningful but completely reassuring breath.

Ignoring the almost terrified elites of the Tibetan Palace behind him, Perseus waved his fingers to let eight blood-covered masters block them, and walked slowly towards the Tibetan King with his hands behind his back, with a strange and vicious smile on his face, without any hesitation. Doubt, he will ruthlessly kill this old king of Tibet...

After two meters of footsteps, more than ten figures flashed beside Zao.

A strange feeling flowed through Perseus's body at this moment. He glanced at the dozen or so people guarding the king of Tibet, and found that they were standing in extremely particular positions. It was clearly a mysterious formation. It might not be easy to decide, he overestimated the King of Tibet a bit: "That's right, the people around you look good."

Perseus said gloomyly: "Unfortunately, I can't stop me!" Just as Chu Tian was focusing on the Bu Palace, the Tibetan Palace was facing a powerful attack.

23 men in black, led by an Indian, went directly into the city. Many city gate guards were killed by the leading Indian before they even drew their knives. The 23 men who followed him The man in black was also quite powerful, tearing through the defense line of the Zao Palace like a bamboo.

"Chutian, you let Paer Wumang kill all the Indian sects."

The Indian man walked towards the Palace of the King of Tibet step by step with his hands behind his back, and sneered, "I'll slaughter the Palace of the King of Tibet and give justice to my mother-in-law."

This is an Indian man with a strong exotic style. His skin is dark and shiny, and he has moderate flaxen hair. He has a handsome and strange face. There is a sharp smile in the corner of his mouth that seems to see through the world. There is sharpness in his wandering eyes. It's strong, not low-key: "Fight against me, Perseus, and I will make you regret it forever."

Obviously, this person is Persius, who sneaked in from India and has been missing for a long time. If Chu Tian sees him appearing here, he will be surprised that this guy's timing is accurate, and he can take advantage of the gap between him and the saber to attack Tibetan independence elements. , Directly kill and come to the Tibetan Palace to avenge and vent hatred.

More than 90 people have fallen at the gate of the mountain city, and more than 20 good horses from the Tibetan area. Perseus led 23 people who did not know where they came from, and rushed straight to the century-old mansion of the Tibetan king. At this moment, the Tibetan king seems to know what is coming There are strong enemies, so there are masters gathered at the door.

Perseus glanced at them and sighed softly: "A bunch of cannon fodder."

"kill!"

Jiankun raised his sharp Tibetan knife and roared angrily, and more than a dozen elite soldiers rushed out screaming and screaming.

Jiankun raised the Tibetan knife and rushed directly at Perseus, putting on a tragic posture. The latter shot away without avoiding the front, and his left hand shot out like a shooting star. He was wearing black clothes. Flying continuously with the cold wind, it is constructed into a bloody but beautiful violent picture.

The momentum is like a rainbow, and the hands are like stars!

Jiankun, who was slaughtered halfway, was confused by the figure of Perseus, and when he woke up, the opponent's hand had already reached his chest, and he retreated in a hurry, but Perseus shook his right hand mockingly, The speed increased instantly, turning into light and sinking into Jiankun's thick chest.

boom!Jian Kun's chest was shattered, spraying out patches of blood.

The Tibetan knife fell to the ground with a clang, and Jian Kun, the captain of the guard, fell to the ground with a crash.

At the same time, Perseus rushed into the Tibetan Palace with strange steps. The guards stared dumbfounded at the leader falling to the ground, and then looked at the indifferent Perseus. It was unbelievable that he killed the leader just after meeting him. But the corpses on the ground brutally present the facts...

Parseus did it himself tonight, obviously wanting a quick fix.

When he charged towards more than a hundred elites of the Tibetan Palace, 23 men in black also killed them aggressively. People who were beheaded by 24 people had no ability to fight back.

"These bastards!"

In the upper room, Meiduo Zhuoma and Su Rongrong stood side by side, looking very angry at Perseus killing all directions. She stretched out her hand to take the bow and arrow from Baima Tashi, Su Rongrong held her hand down, and persuaded her Said: "Mei Duo, you must not shoot this arrow, the enemy is too powerful."

"This arrow will attract the Indians, and it will be difficult for us to bear it."

Baima Zhaxi also had a dignified expression: "That person must be Perseus."

The corners of Medo Dolma's mouth kept twitching, and she trembled when she heard the guards' screams. This was caused by anger and grief: "Don't you just watch him slaughter brothers? I don't care what kind of Indian evil god he is. Whoever kills my brothers will be killed." No! Don’t persuade me, I will shoot him to death!”

"Mei Duo! Don't be impulsive!"

Su Rongrong remained calm: "We have two priorities now. One is to ensure your absolute safety; the other is to delay as much as possible to wait for Chutian and the others to come back. There are 300 armed forces in the Palace of the King of Tibet. In addition to sending [-] people to do things, the city There are still seven hundred people who can fight."

"Parseus cannot be killed."

She took Medo Dolma with a solemn expression, and added word by word: "As long as he can't kill him or we hold him back, then we will be considered victorious tonight. On the contrary, once you shoot an arrow to attract Perseus, The consequences are disastrous! Once you die, the Palace of the King of Tibet will be destroyed."

"Be patient! Be patient! Must be patient!"

Su Rongrong has absolute self-protection confidence, at least she can guarantee to survive until Chutian comes back to rescue, because she has Naruto and Yuntian by her side, the combination of these two masters can definitely hold Parseus, but this is Parseus Under the premise that the 23 masters around him don't get involved.

Once the latter intervenes, Lao Si and Yun Tian will definitely lose, and her own side will also die without a place to die, so now she can only let the power of the Tibetan Palace consume the man in black, and things develop as she expected, even though there are hundreds of people at the door. The rest of the people fell down continuously, but many reinforcements still came here and there.

More than 300 elites kept rushing and fell to the ground, and kept making up for the gaps.

Although the fighting scene was bloody and tragic, the gate of the Tibetan King's Mansion was never breached. No matter how domineering, fierce and murderous Perseus was, he had to deal with Tibetan knives from all directions. The crowd tactics could not hurt him, but It can effectively delay his progress.

The men in black also fell seven or eight of them during the siege.

More than 300 people were killed or injured in an instant, and blood flowed into rivers and piles of corpses at the gate of the Tibetan King's Mansion. Mei Duo Zhuoma wanted to rush out several times, but was stopped by Su Rongrong and Baima Zhaxi. Although the latter was also very angry Painful, but at this moment everything must be based on the premise of protecting Mei Duo.

Elites can be recruited, but there is only one princess.

"No, no, I must go up."

Seeing the ever-decreasing power of the Tibetan Palace, Medo Dolma desperately shook her head and struggled to shout, just when she was about to step forward to kill the enemy desperately, the door was knocked open suddenly, and the old housekeeper slowly walked in, without a trace. Eyes of emotion stared at Mei Duo: "Princess, the King of Zao has orders."

"You are not allowed to take half a step out of the door! Hidden Dragon, look at the princess!"

Hidden Dragon flashed in from the door, followed by ten tough guards, the old woman glanced at Hidden Dragon, with a hint of entrustment and dignified breath: "Hidden Dragon, the Tibetan King's Mansion will be handed over to you in the future, take good care of it Princess Mei Duo and Miss Rong Rong, this is the only way to be worthy of the King of Tibet."

Hidden Dragon lowered his head slightly: "Understood! The butler, please go!"

The old woman didn't respond to Hidden Dragon any more, just bowed slightly to Mei Duo Zhuoma and Su Rongrong, and then staggered away. Running to the front, let alone what she was going to do?

Just looking at her back, Mei Duo smelled a breath of death.

At this time, the shouts of killing outside the door were much quieter, and there were hundreds of corpses lying on the ground. Perseus watched with cold eyes the lives being lost one by one in his hands, and the blood-stained door of the Tibetan King's Mansion burst open. Then there was a vicissitudes and majestic cough in the air...

There was also a lonely sigh: "The Palace of the King of Tibet has been quiet for 50 years, and I never thought there would be a distinguished guest."

An old man slowly flashed out in the light, the wrinkles on his face were as calm as ravines: "This king is old, and he has lost his way, forgive me."

Perseus sneered: "King Zao? You finally came out!"

"Very good, I'll kill you with the sacrificial knife first."

At this moment, the situation between the two sides is quite different. Perseus and the remaining eight masters are standing at the gate of the Tibetan Palace. Behind them are the last two hundred Tibetan Palace forces who heard the news. In front of Perseus and the others is an old man. The king of Tibet, the king of Tibet on crutches.

Su Rongrong, who was watching the battle upstairs, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

A meaningful but completely reassuring breath.

Ignoring the almost terrified elites of the Tibetan Palace behind him, Perseus waved his fingers to let eight blood-covered masters block them, and walked slowly towards the Tibetan King with his hands behind his back, with a strange and vicious smile on his face, without any hesitation. Doubt, he will ruthlessly kill this old king of Tibet...

After two meters of footsteps, more than ten figures flashed beside Zao.

A strange feeling flowed through Perseus's body at this moment. He glanced at the dozen or so people guarding the king of Tibet, and found that they were standing in extremely particular positions. It was clearly a mysterious formation. It might not be easy to decide, he overestimated the King of Tibet a bit: "That's right, the people around you look good."

Perseus said gloomyly: "Unfortunately, it can't stop me!"