The ruthless prince and the enchanting concubine

Chapter 172 Bloody Battle

Jiang Nantian suddenly stood up, just now he felt restless, could something really happen? !

He grabbed the disciple by the collar of his jacket, his brows were erect, "What are you yelling in a panic! What's the matter?"

"Report...Report to Pavilion Master, officers and soldiers have come to our Linglong Mountain to copy the mountain!"

Jiang Nantian was shocked when he heard this, and the scene in front of him shook a few times.

"What?! What are you going to say? How do you know it's officers and soldiers?" Even now, Jiang Nantian still doesn't believe that Linglong Mountain planted a flag to rebel, but he never thought that the officers and soldiers came so quickly .

"Pavilion Master, judging from the attires of these people, they must be the officers and soldiers of the Southern Phoenix Dynasty! The brothers patrolling the mountain found some small spots on the water surface. Due to the heavy winter fog, they can't see clearly. Wait and see After clearing it, I realized that there were countless warships, and there were soldiers covered in armor on them. It was too late when I discovered it, and it was probably already at the foot of the mountain by now!"

Jiang Nantian secretly thought that it was not good, he threw the disciple away, went back to the house, and when he came out again, he held the steel sword for self-defense in his hand.

"Hurry up, go and find me the stewards in the mountain to the hall, and tell the brothers down the mountain to delay as much as possible!" After saying a word, Jiangnan Tian strode out of the room without looking back.

The disciple who reported the matter stood up tremblingly with the support of another person, and went to deliver Jiangnantian's order.

As the disciple who reported the incident said, at this time the soldiers led by Nangong Jin and Shen Haoyue had already crossed the waters protecting the mountains and landed on the shore one by one.

Seeing this scene, the few dozens of killers standing guard at the foot of the mountain rose up to resist, and with the help of defensive business, they opened their bows and arrows, and a row of charging officers and soldiers fell down. Soon, more officers and soldiers stepped on the feet of their companions. The corpses rushed up, like locusts in autumn, covering the sky...

"Come on! Kill!..." The eager soldiers looked like tigers descending from the mountain, launching a fierce attack with long and short weapons in their hands...

On weekdays, the Linglong Mountain disciples regarded it as an impenetrable copper nail mountain gate, but in the end it failed to block the fierce attack of the Nanfeng army, which was like a flood. As the gate collapsed, the chess players holding the general flag took the lead. Running in at the front, this flag has black characters on a red background, with the word Nangong embroidered on it.

Nangong Jin stood on a high slope, holding a gleaming and cold golden-backed mountain machete in his hand, watching everything that happened in front of him expressionlessly. He is the silver-armored god of war on the battlefield, and he has long been used to seeing life and death. Facing the most pitiful enemy begging for mercy, he will also swing his knife at each other...

The dozen or so Linglong Pavilion killers guarding the gate were not well-informed, and retreated into the mountains one after another. This attack was too sudden, and no one was fully prepared. Now they can only pin their hopes on Jiangnantian.

The soldiers broke through the mountain pass and rushed into the mountain like a swarm...

At the same time, Shen Haoyue, who had detoured back to the back mountain, had already started to attack. Unlike Nangong Jin, he seemed to be possessed by Shura, and rushed to the forefront of the army. The back mountain's defense was weak and the troops distributed It is less than one-half of the front mountain.

Seeing Shen Haoyue rushing up in a menacing manner, some mountain people put down their weapons and ran away, while more stayed behind. However, in Shen Haoyue's eyes, these people were nothing more than nothing.

The spear pointed at it, and flesh and blood flew across it. Shen Haoyue was like a raging lion breaking into a pack of wolves. With one move, several people fell to the ground. Gradually, Shen Haoyue's blood stained his robe, really like a Shura in hell.

The two groups of people in the front and back mountains easily broke through the defense of the Linglong Mountain crowd, and slowly approached the middle...

In the central hall of Linglong Mountain, there are eight masters in the mountain, and the weapons in each person's hands have already come out of their bodies, emitting a gloomy cold light.

Jiang Nantian had his hands behind his back, and now he was in such a mess, he had no intention of sitting on the golden chair as usual, the disciples who came to report from the front mountain and the back mountain were next to each other, and they were defeated The meaning of falling like a mountain.

"Report! Pavilion Master, the main entrance has been lost!"

"Report to Pavilion Master, there is a fierce battle at the Jueming Cliff on the back mountain, the army is overwhelming, our brothers suffered heavy casualties, please help!"

"Report to Pavilion Master! The officers and soldiers have already crossed Canglongjian, and they are about to reach the center of our Linglong Mountain. Please, Pavilion Master, issue an order..."

The news one after another hit Jiang Nantian's heart like a heavy blow. Could it be that the Linglong Pavilion he spent half his life building is going to be destroyed today?
The killers standing below couldn't bear it any longer, and asked Jiangnantian for orders to fight, vowing to defeat the officers and soldiers and defend Linglong Mountain.

At this moment, a disciple covered in blood ran in staggeringly, covering his chest with his hands. The wound more than a foot long there was bright red and blood was still oozing out.

"Pavilion Master! Those officers and soldiers are less than a mile away from here. I'm afraid they will rush in after another cup of tea. Pavilion Master retreat quickly..."

Hearing this, Jiang Nantian was furious, stepped on the floor, and flew towards the disciple with a light leap, "What? Call me Jiangnan Tianpao? I have lived all my life, and I still don't know what it means to be afraid!" He held up his iron palm , intending to end the disciple's life, but suddenly, he stopped, and he strangled the disciple's neck.

"Speak! Have you seen the flags of these officers and soldiers clearly? Who led the team here?!"

The lips of the person in the hand trembled, and he said tremblingly as if he saw the word Nangong.

"Nangong Jin!" Jiang Nantian suddenly understood everything, "Haha, the enemy's road is narrow, I didn't expect you to come to flatten my Linglong Mountain now!" Jiang Nantian threw the man aside, and pulled out from his waist with a cang That shining steel sword.

"Nangong Jin, I, Jiangnantian, have no equal hatred with you!"

In the hall, Jiang Nantian roared angrily, his voice was terrifying, like a dangerous beast struggling desperately at the end of its life.

"Listen!" Jiang Nantian turned around and pointed at the eight top killers beside him with his sword, "Now our Linglong Mountain is in danger, I don't want you to die with me, if you think highly of me Jiangnantian, stay Come down and fight the enemy with me, if you want to protect yourself, you can leave now!"

Jiang Nantian understands that now this is not just a battle between Feng Nanchao and Linglong Mountain, it has become a matter between him and Nangong Jin to some extent...

Everyone looked at each other, but no one left.

"Master, what are you talking about? The eight of us are people from Linglong Mountain in life, and ghosts from Linglong Mountain in death. We swear to live and die with Linglong Mountain!" The eyes of each of them were bloodshot, and their faces were cold. .

"Okay!" Jiang Nantian roared, "You guys think highly of me, Jiangnantian. Even if I die here today, I won't forget your loyalty! Now that those bandits are right in front of us, please help us as much as possible!" Kill me!" A single word was more effective than any heart booster, and the eight people clasped their fists together, and then the hand-held weapon with blood in their pupils left the central hall...

Jiang Nantian stood calmly in the middle of the hall, waiting, waiting for Nangong Jin's arrival...

"Kill, rush..." The bursts of shouts are getting closer and closer, and they have changed from being far away in the sky just now to being close in front of us now. It won't take long before Nangong Jin and his officers and soldiers will be there. Will fight a bloody way to come here.

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The front mountain troops led by Nangong Jin went all the way, killed all the way, leaving dead bodies everywhere, blood staining every inch of the ground.

Nangong Jin held the Purple Sun Sword in her hand and looked ahead indifferently. The central hall of Linglong Pavilion was not far away.

Suddenly, no one was prepared, and a black figure sprang out from the woods beside him, holding a sharp sword in his hand.

It was too late and then too soon, the sword pierced Nangong Jin's choked throat, and the soldiers behind Nangong Jin didn't pay attention, and the sword edge was about to pierce Nangong Jin's neck!
Nangong Jin didn't even raise his head, and didn't even turn his eyes. In the blink of an eye, the Purple Sun Sword in his hand had already been struck, and the sharp blade cut across the black shadow's belly. The sword in the black shadow's hand was far away from his. There was still a three-point gap left on the skin, and a few drops of blood spattered onto his stern face...

Pulling the sword smoothly, Nangong Jin held the Ziri Sword on her waist again. The whole movement was done in one go, and it took only a moment. Many soldiers did not react.

Lifting her leg and kicking the dead body to the side, Nangong Jin said lightly, "Go ahead and hit the central hall." Stepping forward, the red tick-tock on the blade of the sword left a clear mark on the ground.

Everyone continued to move forward, and at this time they had already arrived in the courtyard of the central hall. Some soldiers who broke in first fought to the death with the last strength defending here.

Nangong Jin could see clearly that among the men in black, there were seven or eight people who fought exceptionally bravely. Dealing with these soldiers was like cutting melons and vegetables. Although there were only a few seven or eight people, they scattered dozens of soldiers and fled.

Countless soldiers surrounded them and surrounded these few people. Humanity is hard to beat with two fists and four hands. A good man can't stand a crowd. , It is by no means an easy task, and it is even more impossible to break through this layer of siege for a while.

The sound of weapons colliding sounded again, these hundreds of people attacked in turn, the eight killers were close to each other, leaning on their backs, desperately parrying...

Nangong Jin saw the situation in front of him clearly. Although he looked down on the people from Linglong Pavilion, he still admired them slightly. These eight people were all tough men.

Nangong Jin didn't plan to make a move, and walked towards the central hall lightly.

"Someone is about to enter the hall! Stop him, don't let him get close to the pavilion master!" Such a hoarse shout came from behind, Nangong Jin didn't turn his head, knowing that it must be from one of the eight people, he The corners of the mouth are slightly upturned.

"Jiangnantian, you are indeed here..."

(End of this chapter)