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Chapter 52
There were not many defenders in the treasury, and there were Wushuang rushing in like Yan Nu, and the rebels rushed in after them.

The arrow tower was overturned, and dozens of wooden thorns were inserted into Yan Nu's body.

It looked as if a lot of arrows had been pierced, but in fact, after the wooden arrow tower shattered, he rushed across the sky without thinking, accidentally colliding with wooden spikes and sawdust.

But if it's not deep, it's okay.

"He is that evildoer! Quickly use the talisman!"

The group of scholars finally determined who was the evildoer, although they didn't feel the evil spirit, but Yan Nu looked like this, wasn't it an evildoer?
The two armies have already been strangled together, so they can't help thinking about it.

Hoo hoo hoo, they rode horses, went around in circles, waited for an opportunity to approach, and shot a talisman arrow.

The arrow was wrapped in talisman paper and came through the air.

"Huh?" Yan Nu felt puzzled.

Facing the talisman arrows, he surfed with energy and killed the group of scholars.

"What? Useless? Isn't this a spell?"

The talisman paper hurts the demon, and the talisman arrow breaks the spell.

They thought that the energy around Yan Nu was some kind of spell to control the wind. After all, how could a mortal have such terrifying true energy?

In this way, runes and arrows can break it and tear such a magic barrier.

But they were wrong, these ordinary vibrations could easily send the talisman arrows flying, and even break into pieces in mid-air.

"Use the talisman quickly!"

Seeing Yan Nu killed in front of him, the speed was too fast.

This group of scholars had no choice but to take out the talisman papers, infuse the whole body with true energy to protect the body, and bite the bullet and stick it on Yan Nu's body.

Now Yan Nu's body was as hot as a branding iron, and the amulet burned immediately when it was attached.

They even set their sleeves on fire, and Yannu urged them with a strong wind, and all the scholars suddenly burst into flames, screaming incessantly.

"Eat my cinnabar palm!"

There is also a master of the Zhang family's dead warrior, with cinnabar in his palm, using up all the energy in his body in one breath, and slapped Yannu hard.

This palm, 40 years of skill!
"Pfft!" Then this expert was struck by the counter-shock force, his meridians were cut off on the spot, his seven orifices bled, and he died suddenly.

"It doesn't work! Withdraw! Withdraw!"

The few scholars who hadn't boarded just flattered their horses and ran away.

While running, he threw the talisman paper back.

"Come and block me!" Yan Nu gave a loud bang and chased after him.

A scholar at the back looked back and saw that Yan Nu was coming towards him like a meteor, and he jumped on his horse to escape, fearing that he would be killed.

But he jumped hastily, his feet were still hooked on the stirrups, and he grabbed the ground with his head, his brains burst and he died.

"Huh?" Yan Nu didn't expect him to commit suicide.

Seeing that the horse was still dragging the corpse, he didn't want to kill the horse, so he slowed down.

In the end, he just sat on the horse's back.

"Chi..." Yan Nu's body was hot, and the saddle caught fire instantly!
"Bah, bah!" The war horse neighed from the heat of his buttocks, galloping wildly.

Yan Nu immediately calmed down his anger, his body gradually recovered, and he pulled out the burning saddle and threw it away.

As a result, my body became unstable and I almost fell down.

He quickly tucked the gun under his arm and grasped the reins with both hands.

The war horse suffered from pain and ran very fast, and caught up with the fleeing scholars in front of it.

When the scholars saw him chasing him on horseback, they spilled talismans again.

Yan Nu was fine, but because he had no energy to roar, the talisman paper was stained with Feng Junyou!
The ghost body and the talisman paper touched, and the two melted together like rain and snow.

"Wow!" The old ghost screamed, and quickly got into the copper deed to hide.

"Old ghost!" Yan Nu panicked, immediately let go of his right hand, held the Black Tie Spear, stabbed and swung the man in the back of the heart.

With a little bit of genuine energy, the scholar gave a puff and rolled off the horse, spraying blood.

"It turns out that riding a horse is like this...it's pretty fast." Yan Nu found that he could sit still with one hand on the rein.

The horse was frightened, but it didn't panic, it just ran forward with a very steady rhythm.

So Yan Nu complied with the bumps, and suddenly felt that this was much more comfortable than Heng Kong Lie Bang, and it was quite touching.

The violent bombardment in the sky will make him very uncomfortable. Firstly, he can't hear the sound clearly, and he can't see the distance clearly. Secondly, the air pressure is very high, and his mind is buzzing.

Although the qi propelled by the true qi will not hurt him, he will still feel severe pain when he hits ordinary air or dust.

Ever since, Yan Nu rode his horse and kept passing the fleeing scholars.

"puff!"

"laugh!"

He smashed or stabbed, swung left and right, shot one by one, more and more freely.

Coming out of the treasury, Yan Nu chased and killed him all the way along the street.

The common people were terrified, and huddled by the side of the road, watching the scholars flee in a hurry.

They don't know what's wrong, why this group of scholars are in such a mess, could it be that Hu Man has entered the city?
Immediately afterwards, I saw a young man, covered in tatters, bleeding with wooden thorns, who came to kill him with a gun.

Wherever he passed, there was a faint whistling of strong wind, and when the spear was swung, there was a cold light.

The scholars were chased one by one, and they were killed and thrown into a pool of blood.

Crazy war horses trampled over, carrying an even crazier boy, roaring away.

As soon as he saw it, he killed all the scholars of the Zhang family and rushed straight into the noble and elegant Zhang mansion.

"are you crazy?"

"Dare to kill the nobleman of the Zhang family?"

"Is it a rebellion?"

The people looked at the corpses all over the place, and let women and children hide in their homes one after another.

But there were also bold men who took the opportunity to rush up and pick off the brocade clothes of the Zhang family.

The family is too poor, although it may cause trouble, but if you don't work hard, how will your family live?
Seeing someone taking the lead, more and more people took to the streets, took off the clothes of the scholars, and ran home with brocade silk and satin in their arms.

If you are lucky, gold, silver and white jade can be found from the corpse.

Everyone, you and I have one piece, but there is no competition.

It's just because the common people are not stupid, and what they robbed were noblemen's things. What if Zhang's family is killed and returned, what should we do if we investigate afterwards?
Only when everyone hides, can we join forces to coax the nobles into tracking down.

As a result, when Li Xiang and Huang Banyun led the rebel army to arrive, the streets were filled with nude bodies.

The flesh and blood were mixed with dust and mud, and they were posing in various poses, almost tossing to death.

The corner of Zhou Shi's mouth twitched, suspecting that if he was a moment late, even the corpse would be destroyed.

However, in troubled times, his whole family was slaughtered by the bald clan, and he has seen even worse situations.

So he just sighed and said to Li Xiang: "Leave some people and collect the corpses for them. After all, the Zhang family is a decent person, and I will whitewash it afterwards."

Li Xiang was shocked: "If you kill them all, I still have to respect them?"

Zhou Shi Youyou said: "It's nothing to die from a military disaster and reap the fruits of your own. But if you want to become big, you must not offend the nobles in the world, otherwise you will not be able to do anything."

When Li Xiang thought about it, he left a few people in charge of collecting the corpse.

They have seized the treasury, which is the logistics center of the entire Zhang family, with food, grass, weapons, armored horses, and panacea.

So at this moment, the rebel army has taken on a completely new look, each wearing armor and holding excellent weapons.

He even got a hundred good horses. Li Xiang took his life and death brothers and turned into a cavalry.

"You can't go to Dongyuan, Mr. Mengbai's swordsmanship is superb, but fortunately he is extremely lazy, so let's go straight to Xiyuan!" Zhou Shi said.

Li Xiang immediately led his troops around Dongyuan, but Huang Banyun heard from the common people that Yannu had entered Dongyuan, and quickly followed up.

As soon as I rushed in, I saw a group of servants and maidservants fleeing in a hurry.

Seeing Huang Banyun coming in with a gun on his horse, he screamed in fright and begged for mercy: "Don't kill us..."

"Where is the person who went in before?" Huang Banyun asked.

A group of maidservants were crying, and one of them boldly said: "The general yelled for his life to block me along the way, and I waited for the slaveservants to stop me, and all avoided us. attic."

As he spoke, he pointed to an attic in the depths of Dongyuan.

"Let's go! Find the houses of the common people and hide."

Huang Banyun ignored them and walked towards the attic.

And on the attic, there is a handsome man holding a sword, leaning against the sill to take a rest.

That unrestrained posture, as if nothing in the world can disturb him.

And at the side, there is a beautiful young man who is the Thrushcross.

He stared straight at Yan Nu, and saw the scene of Yan Nu charging towards him from a high place.

From the other end of the long street, to this end, and then to the Dongyuan, all the colorful flowers along the way were trampled to pieces by his war horses.

Another two top masters guarding the attic drew their swords to stop them, but they were also shot one by one, and they were dealt with neatly.

Blood splashed onto Yan Nu's body, staining his tattered clothes red.

But the black iron gun was not stained with a drop of blood, it was bright silver and whitish.

The strong wind howled, blowing his hair, revealing a resolute face.

"What a Han family..." Thrushcross was bewildered, bit his lip, his eyes were a little blurred.

The name Han Jiazi has had a special meaning since the fall of the Han Dynasty.

It means a man who holds a three-foot sword and makes great achievements.

The people of Jin admired the literary spirit and profound style, so they called people like Yannu who were full of masculinity and martial style as Han family sons, or Hanzi for short.

Mr. Thrush didn't like this kind of martial arts at first, he thought it was vulgar, like a barbarian.

But that was a real man he had never seen before, seeing Yan Nu today, he was a little bit moved.

Suddenly he realized that this man was here to kill him.

Moreover, the defense forces of the Zhang Mansion have all been killed or injured.

"Father, the second uncle hasn't come yet, and the rebels have already gone downstairs." The thrush boy's tone was a little anxious, but his brows were still stretched, calm and breezy.

And holding the sword beside him, it was Mr. Zhang Suwen who was taking a nap.

Yan Nu went downstairs and pointed at Young Master Thrush with his spear: "That woman, go away, don't let me hurt you by mistake!"

Thrushcross looked down at Yan Nu downstairs. Although Yan Nu always made himself dirty, his facial contours were impeccable, and his eyes were as bright as morning stars.

The two looked at each other, and Thrushcross was stunned for a moment, feeling that he was so unique and handsome, completely different from other people's handsomeness.

"What's your name?" the thrush boy asked.

Yan Nu is very honest: "Jiang Yan Nu."

Young Master Thrush smiled faintly: "So you haven't grown up yet... It's a pity, you are going to die today."

"But I will remember you."

Jiang Yannu was at a loss, and directly fired at the man who was taking a nap on the third floor.

"It's over for you, you woke up my father!" the thrush boy shouted.

Sure enough, a terrifying idea swept over the hearts and minds of everyone present.

Feng Laogui gushed out of the copper contract in an instant, his eyes were startled: "What! This sword intent..."

"bass!"

A sound of drawing a sword sounded in his mind, but Zhang Suwen did not draw the sword.

In an instant, Yan Nu felt a strong drowsiness.

Unexamined, not knowing what to do.

But in an instant, he became sober, and a group of purple will-o'-the-wisps shone out, enveloping Yan Nu's whole body.

At the same time, he saw a cold light flying towards him, which was a kind of energy different from sword energy.

It is not composed of true qi, which creates a great psychological pressure on people.

Yan Nu could feel a kind of lazy and blurred artistic conception from it.

"Dodge!" The old ghost cut out the sword energy of the ghost body, but was easily cut by the cold light.

At this moment, the cold light had already reached Yan Nu's neck, and the water talisman also appeared, and it was crazily resolved.

But the cold light is too fast, and the quality is completely different, and the water talisman can't be resolved at all.

Yan Nu also exploded with vigor to block, but this couldn't hinder the sword. The cold light was like a branding iron piercing through lard, and scissors piercing through silk.

"Pfft!" Yan Nu was instantly beheaded.

Feng Junyou was dumbfounded, and Feng Junyou had already sensed the powerhouse of the Zhang family.

In this quiet and elegant pavilion, there is a shocking martial artist, whose body is tempered by four elements, and his sword intent penetrates the spirit of the sky, and a wave of white air lingers above the pavilion.

Of course, mortals can't see it.

According to the intensity he sensed, the sword intent was about two hundred levels.

But he was wrong, this Su Wen actually had [-] stages of sword intent, so that even his ghost sword technique couldn't stop it.

"Damn! Zhang Tong actually has such a strong descendant?"

Feng Junyou was short of breath, and his heart felt cold.

Quaternary body quenching corresponds to the spiritual stage of monks.But it is easy to step into the spiritual stage, but it is difficult to achieve the four-element quenching body.

Starting from the mind penetrating the heavenly spirit, the warrior is the real transformation.After the three-element body quenching, one is more terrifying than the other.

Sword intent and sword momentum have nothing to do with true qi, but a brand new power for a warrior, which consumes spiritual power.

According to the strength of a warrior's 'will', the monks also use 'duan' to measure it.

Four hundred levels of sword intent burst out with full force, and the power was equivalent to the spell damage of four hundred levels of mana.

This is already very strong, don't look at the oolong old dog with [-] stages of mana, if he confronts Zhang Suwen, he will be killed by a sword.

In order to resist this sword intent, under normal circumstances, it would take a [-]-step subtle stage spell, and a wild cultivator like Oolong would not know it at all.

Feng Junyou and Shen Leling could do it, but they didn't have so much mana upper limit.

Even if there is, if you use up your mana to block it, you will be slaughtered. After all, Zhang Suwen still has true energy.

Feng Junyou originally thought that Zhang Suwen only had two hundred paragraphs, and he helped block the sword intent, and Yan Nu could win by relying on his super-high true energy.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Suwen concealed his strength, and suddenly burst out three hundred sword intents, instantly beheading Yan Nu.

"What a fast sword..." Yan Nu suddenly exclaimed with his head on the ground.

"Ah?" Feng Junyou turned his head suddenly.

I saw Yannu's cut neck, something like intestines sprang out like a string, pulling his head back to the neck to heal it up.

After the two were connected, Yan Nu even gave a hand out of curiosity and turned his head back to snort.

In the end, the head and neck were perfectly stitched together, and the muscles, blood vessels, and bones all corresponded together. Although they were not completely repaired, they were still disconnected.

Yan Nu supported his head with one hand, jumped up and stood up.

"Are you... all right?" Feng Junyou flickered in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

Yan Nu's eyes were red and bloodshot, staring at Zhang Suwen upstairs who stood up in surprise.

A sentence came: "It hurts!"

Zhang Suwen's blurred eyes gradually enlarged, and his lazy pupils were shaking.

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　PS: sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)