mtl008 Chapter 231 All Beauties Grieve (2)
Chapter 231 All Beauties Grieve (2)
Chapter 231 A Thousand Beauties Grieve (Part Two)
Inside the secret chamber, Wuming repeated, "Wait for the patriarch to return, or I'll kill her."
"..." Wang Qingyan really knew how to manipulate her.
Bai Li Ce had no choice but to obediently go back and sit down.
Seeing that she had stopped making a fuss, Wuming went back to the door to stand guard.
"Have we met before?" Bai Li Ce asked again after a short while.
Although she couldn't remember where she had seen it before, she must have seen it before, otherwise she wouldn't have felt familiar with it.
"..." Unfortunately, this question seemed to be outside the scope of the answer, and Wuming just stood there without moving.
Do you still remember your old name?
Bai Li Ce tried again, but still to no avail.
You won't get anything out of asking like that.
Just as I was feeling down, a sound reached my ears, and the wall on my left was violently smashed open, "Boom!"
Bai Li Ce rolled over and quickly covered his head, hiding in a corner!
"Whoosh!" Wuming dashed forward.
With a loud bang, the person flew back, denting and bleeding the wooden door frame.
"Pfft!" Before he could even get up, he was killed by the person who came and stabbed him.
As the smoke cleared, the Taoist priest, holding a knife in one hand and raising the other in front of him in a gesture of respect, said, "Young lady, please follow me."
Bai Li Ce took a step back warily, instinctively feeling that he couldn't go with him.
But the other party was clearly up to no good, so she had to calm things down first. "Who are you?"
"Guanxing Daoist, Yichen's senior brother."
"..." Seeing the sharpness hidden beneath his kind eyes, Baili Ce made a decision in an instant.
After getting off the stone bed, Baili Ce casually patted his sleeves. "Since you are Daoist Yichen's senior brother, you must be a trustworthy person. However, I would also like to ask you to save Madam Sun."
Looking at Madam Sun in another room, a dark glint flashed in the eyes of the Star Gazing Taoist, but he quickly concealed it. "That's natural."
He stepped forward and cut Sun Niangzi's chains with two slashes, not even giving her a second glance.
"Let's go without further ado."
"it is good"
She had only taken a few steps when Madam Sun stumbled after her, calling out, "Madam...Madam..."
"Run for your life. Whether you can escape or not is up to you."
After saying that, he left with Guan Xing without looking back, and hid the gold thread he had pulled from his belt.
......
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
As the deep, resounding drumbeats echoed across the battlefield, every soldier gained boundless courage and strength in the midst of battle.
"Sizzle! Sizzle!" As Wang Qingyan's sword moved with his thought, blood splattered in all directions at an unimaginable speed...
Even he gradually slowed down his moves amidst the relentless attacks.
"Slash!" After a few moments of struggle, someone actually slashed his arm.
Wang Qingyan turned and struck with his sword, causing the man to spit blood from his neck.
Then, in a fit of rage, he cut down several more people, and then, taking advantage of the lull, released a smoke canister, "Whoosh—"
The rich fragrance of moonlight and flowers then filled the air.
"Awooo!!" The Gu Kings, having caught the scent, went berserk and instantly slaughtered many of their soldiers.
"Pfft, hiss..."
"Choo choo choo..."
Less than half of the soldiers began to collapse.
"Swoosh..." From the high vantage point, Song Zhaohe and his group drew their swords.
When the last crossbow bolts had been fired, he raised his hand and gave the order, "Kill!"
"Clang!" With his eyes fixed on Song Zhaohe charging down, Wang Qingyan led the Gu King to meet him.
In an instant, bloodshed and slaughter permeated everyone's thoughts.
The Gu King was ruthless and swift in his attacks, and wherever he went, people screamed and cried out in pain.
Wang Qingyan was even more ruthless; within five steps, there would be no survivors.
Even with such intense "crushing", it did not create the "autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves" momentum he had imagined.
Who could have imagined that, under Song Zhaohe's reckless charge, these soldiers, who were halfway defeated, actually managed to hold on!
Song Zhaohe, whose combat strength was inferior to his, whose intelligence was inferior to his, who had no cavalry to charge into battle, and who did not even have the support of archers, actually held on!
Wang Qingyan was furious, but when facing the Gu King and him, not a single person on the other side was afraid.
As the blood-red setting sun slowly sank in the west, everyone displayed astonishing willpower.
In the purest struggle between life and death, Wang Qingyan not only failed to take Song Zhaohe's head for a long time, but also watched as the number of Gu Kings decreased one by one.
"Brothers! Kill them!"
From the overwhelming joy of killing the first Gu King with the combined efforts, to the soldiers' increasing excitement as they pierced one Gu King after another with swords, spears, and halberds, Wang Qingyan's self-proclaimed invincible "battlefield weapon" was ultimately torn to shreds.
And what tore all of this apart was merely Song Zhaohe, a civil official, and a group of nameless soldiers.
"Dong, dong, dong..." The soldier beating the war drum was already exhausted, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to beat it.
The fighting continues on the battlefield below.
The remaining Gu Kings and soldiers looked no different from each other, some even more like peasants, but they were ruthless and terrifying when they killed.
Several men charged forward and routed the remaining hundred or so soldiers.
"Thud!" Unexpectedly, a spearman suddenly sprang up and stabbed off the head of the Gu King who was charging at the front!
Right in front of Wang Qingyan, they killed another Gu King.
"..." Wang Qingyan could no longer laugh. He punched through a man's chest, picked up another relatively intact knife, and swept away the enemy like a whirlwind.
At that time, he was covered in wounds, and his white armor had turned black.
"Whoosh... Clang clang clang!!!" Just as he was about to cut off Song Zhaohe's head, several arrows came flying. Wang Qingyan flipped and flew backward, landing ten feet away.
At the entrance to the flat road, Lu Jian rode on his horse, looking down from a high vantage point.
The Dragon Armor Army followed closely behind, aimed at their target, and unleashed a volley of arrows.
"Reinforcements have arrived! Retreat quickly!" Under the cover of a hail of arrows, Song Zhaohe led his remaining troops in a swift retreat.
"Whoosh—whoosh—" Along with it came a repeating crossbow that had been reloaded from above.
"Crack...crack..." The Gu Kings that had been blocking Wang Qingyan's path fell one after another.
Several were even carried far away by the impact of the repeating crossbow bolts.
But by the time the Dragon Armor Army got close, there was no one behind them.
Lu Jian quickly raised his torch to look, and saw strange ripples spreading in all directions on the sea.
"Oh no! He's trying to escape!" Despite his serious injuries, Song Zhaohe was about to jump down and give chase.
"Wait!" Lu Jian quickly stopped him.
"Your Majesty! He..."
"He may not necessarily be trying to run away."
"..." Song Zhaohe, who had been stopped and brought back, looked on with a mixture of disbelief and doubt.
Lu Jian reached behind him and caught the bow and arrow Zhang Shancheng offered. He nocked and shot, "Whoosh—"
The whistling arrow then pierced the night sky, leaving a trail of red fire.
Swimming, huh? You'd better die in the sea.
Otherwise, you'll have to accept the big gift that follows, whether you like it or not.
"Clean up the battlefield. Apart from our soldiers, all others, dead or alive, shall be beheaded!"