chewing dragon

Chapter 96

As soon as the voice fell, the soldiers of the Great Zhou Imperial Army on the big mound cheered immediately, and immediately, generals of all sizes began to shout orders and change formations.

It is by no means an easy task to suddenly turn from the previous strict defense to the desperate and violent attack, and it can even be said to be a bit of a joke, but no one seems to think it is wrong from top to bottom.

At the most heavily guarded place on the top of the mound, more than a thousand knife and shield hands who looked extremely elite at first glance dispersed loudly, giving way to a north-facing downhill passage.

Immediately afterwards, a hundred and eighty burly men with big arms and round waists poured into this passage, all of them were wearing blue heavy armor, carrying extremely powerful weapons such as double maces, double hammers, and two-handed axes, and even held them with both hands. The big scissors have such strange weapons, and they are the world-renowned Wuchang Camp rampant soldiers in the Great Zhou Forbidden Army.

The mounts on their crotch look like horses but not horses, with white and hard bone armor growing on their bodies, and many sharp bone spurs growing on their backs. They are the famous sea dragon horses of the Imperial Guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

This team of cavalry, which was extremely difficult to deal with at first sight, was closely surrounded by a "Zhao Ye Qingshuang" snow chi beast, and ran down the mountain at an extremely fast speed.

"Zhaoye Qingshuang" sits on the back of the beast, wearing a purple gold helmet, wearing a black gold cable armor, and carrying a eight-treasure red gold gun. At first glance, he looks like a first-class commander of the army.

The appearance of this coach is quite strange, he has a big and long black hairy face, mouth like a lotus pod, eyes like copper bells, a big white nose that is extremely prominent, and a pair of spear-like long spears Ears, defiantly protruding from the purple gold helmet.

This is exactly what the marshal looks like, born with a donkey face!

Xu Shi's appearance was too eye-catching, and the news that his own coach was going to lead his bodyguards into battle immediately spread throughout the big mound.

At the same time, the main formation of the Xuejia camp finally succeeded in piercing through the demon army formation and gathered on the west side of the hill.

Behind them, the sea of ​​fire and the sunset glowed together, and the smell of burnt meat and meat wafted together.

The Lord Xiong Shi was charred all over, far away from the sea of ​​flames, and was running towards the direction where the faceless demon king Qiubei was.

Lu Qiyun or Qi Jingzhi slowly lowered his hands, raised his head and silently looked at the side face of the donkey-headed Marshal, the expression on his face was very complicated, apart from laughing and laughing, there was also deep doubt.

In the past, when he was dreaming, once he realized that he was in a dream, he was already half-dream and half-awake, and would soon wake up completely because the dream disappeared, but at this moment he had no intention of waking up at all.

But after thinking about it, it’s not surprising. The dream here was originally created by Lao Wei and the saintess of the Baixian Sect. He Qi Jingzhi was just a spoiler who got involved halfway, so naturally he couldn’t control the birth and death of the dream. , no matter what kind of absurd and weird things are encountered.

What Qi Jingzhi was really puzzled about was Lu Qiyun, who was his avatar.

As the saying goes, there are thoughts in the day and dreams in the night.

Qi Jingzhi asked himself, he never thought about being a Taoist priest, nor did he ever have the ambition of "being a marquis at birth, and building a temple at death", but he hated it deeply, let alone sell himself to join the powerful.

In addition, he can't ride a horse, let alone lead an army, and he's not good at shaving his head... Oh, he's good at skinning.

It can be said that Lu Qiyun's identity is really suspicious, and all his thoughts and actions are also contrary to the original heart of the mountain boy. Except for his astute mind, it can be said that he is completely another person.

Maybe... If Qi Jingzhi is a person who is passionate about fame and fortune, he might act like Lu Qiyun?
Or... Lu Qiyun was just an irrelevant dream figure who was temporarily replaced by Qi Jingzhi?
Thinking about it this way, in fact, the temperaments of Old Wei and Donkey Head Prince are also quite different. His Royal Highness does not show any chivalry, but is cold-hearted and full of calculations. Maybe Li Daitao is also stiff?
Could it be that there is a complete dream hidden in this jade pillow, like a big drama that has been set up, and as long as you lie on it, you will be drawn into it?
If this is the case, this dream is really scary!

Not only is it so difficult to distinguish between true and false, it is enough to make people forget their past and immerse themselves in it, and it can even blend into the dream of the person who entered without a trace, as evidenced by calling people to appear here and being burned to death by blood flames.

Qi Jingzhi didn't know the name of calling people. It should be derived from the saintess of the White Immortal Sect, who bestowed it on the Lord from the demon king in the dream. Only he knew the power of the Yinsha Blood Flame.

Just because he, Qi Jingzhi, firmly believed that the giant snake in front of him would die from the blood flames of Yinsha, the summoner was inexplicably burned to death by the blood flames that appeared out of nowhere.

"No, it didn't appear out of thin air! Before I fell asleep, the silver candlestick was placed on the stone bed. In order to force away the five-color clouds, the range covered by the blood light was expanded, and it also shone on the jade pillow. Could it be that it was included in the dream? In, became a strange object in this big drama?"

Qi Jingzhi's mind was full of thoughts, compared with this weird and unpredictable pillow dream, the fragmentary and rigid thoughts in the spirit mask are really nothing.

However, such a mysterious and frightening jade pillow would be easily given away by Lord Qing Hong as a birthday gift?After the theft, will Peng Zeshui Mansion entrust the matter to an old charlatan?
Thinking of Old Wei, Qi Jingzhi refocused his gaze on the Donkey Head Marshal who had rushed down the mound and charged towards the enemy.

In addition to holding an eight-treasure red gold gun, this peerless marshal seems to be surrounded by a few flying knives surrounded by black air. A united enemy.

"That's... the black evil corpse that disperses into qi and gathers into needles? That's why he took the initiative to put back the donkey's head? Hey, His Highness Old Wei really knows how to play!"

Qi Jingzhi shook his head, restraining his chaotic thoughts.

He ventured in this time to wake up Old Wei in advance, so as to preserve his body and humanity, not to accompany him to sing the drama of being the crown prince, being the marshal, and defeating the demon king. God knows how long this drama will take !
As for how to wake up, it is natural to lift the bed!
If this dream in the pillow is really a big show that has been arranged long ago, after Qi Jingzhi entered the situation several times before and after he entered, first the donkey's head bag and the spirit mask, and then he burned the summoner to death with the blood flame of Yinsha Lord, the situation on this battlefield has obviously changed drastically, and it may be difficult to maintain the original direction.

Maybe add some more variables, plus some strength, you can completely break the dream and get out of trouble!

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi suddenly lowered his head, slapped the leather box on his waist, and said in a deep voice, "Qi Huchan!"

"What's the big brother calling the younger brother? But you want to take me to grind my teeth and suck blood and make contributions?"

Inside the leather box, the little monk immediately responded with a childish voice.

Qi Jingzhi straightened his face immediately: "Tell me what is the first rule of the Qi family in Linzhou?"

"Ah? Eldest brother even changed his name, isn't this family rule of the Qi family already abolished?"

"Fart! If you don't change your name or surname, you've always been called Qi Jingzhi!"

While yelling, he lifted the lid of the leather case.

The little monk was scratching the back of his head to himself, muttering in bewilderment: "Didn't you say that life will bring disaster to the country and the people, and death will make everyone happy? What else... what flood?"

"Where did you learn all these bastard words? Brother Wei forgot all of them! Don't mention them again, let alone follow them!" Qi Jingzhi scolded again, without any sympathy.

Hearing this, the young monk's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at his elder brother foolishly, unable to speak for a moment.

"Also, if you dare to break up the gang at any time, the big brother will beat your ass to pieces!"

Qi Huchan immediately turned his mouth away, feeling like crying.

When the eldest brother was still called Lu Qiyun, he said a lot of things, but now he refuses to admit it at all, but he only remembers clearly his words about breaking up the partnership, who can he ask for reasoning?
Qi Jingzhi quietly glanced at the dejected little monk, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

He pointed to the donkey-head marshal with outstanding appearance in the distance, and asked, "Qi Huchan, can you fly up and down like those black knives of Old Wei?"

As expected, the little monk had the ability to see through the falsehood and point directly at people's hearts. He didn't fail to recognize the old Wei because of the drastic change in his appearance. He tiptoed to look at it, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."

He paused, with both puzzlement and shame on his face: "My brother is useless, he couldn't even speak before, and for some reason, he can run, jump and talk all of a sudden, but he hasn't learned to fly yet... "

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi nodded thoughtfully.

It took a very short time for Niu Erjiandao to be born with spirituality and be regarded as a younger brother by him. Qi Huchan was able to manifest it, not because he was so miraculous, but because of this magical dream in the pillow. To be beaten back to its original form.

As for why Qi Huchan is the image of a little monk wearing a tiger-skin cassock, it is naturally that the dream in the pillow is a fusion of Qi Jingzhi's own dreams and expectations. Of.

It is also because Qi Huchan was born because of his thoughts, and the connection is quite close, even one, so they were pulled into this pillow dream together.

However, Qi Huchan didn't sleep on a jade pillow, he was a black householder, he had no identity in the dream, but he still appeared next to Lu Qiyun following his connection with his elder brother, that's why Lu Qiyun didn't recognize him back then .

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help being a little disappointed, it seemed that he couldn't play like His Royal Highness Wei.

Knowing that he is in a dream, the mountain boy's words and deeds are not as cautious and restrained as outside, but revealing the willful and willful side of young people.

He snapped the lid of the leather case neatly, and said with distaste: "Since you can't fly, just be honest!"

"Brother, younger brother is still very powerful! Killing and drinking blood is good at everything!"

The little monk called Qu on the spot, but his voice was muffled through the leather case.

Qi Jingzhi's eyelids trembled when he heard this, and he slapped the leather box heavily: "This is also a bastard talk, don't say it again in the future!"

He paused, then sneered again: "If that strange snake that is taller than a person also pops up, what use will your small arms and legs be?"

Qi Huchan immediately fell silent, and to the young monk's ears, the previous scolding was undoubtedly Qi Jingzhi's tone, but the subsequent sneer obviously had a bit of Lu Qiyun's tone in it.

This is really scary!

How could Qi Jingzhi guess what the little monk was thinking? He looked down, and saw that the iron spear that Lu Qiyun was carrying when he rushed into the battle had already been thrown in the monster bushes, and there was a long knife with a sheath hanging on the right side of the saddle.

He is very familiar with this knife, it is Jian Renshou.

Qi Jingzhi immediately withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and pointed at the northern battlefield: "Xuejiaying, prepare to charge!"

This time, the young battalion captain with a drastically changed temperament took the lead and rushed directly to the forefront.

After piercing through the demon formation earlier, there were only three hundred remaining in the Xuejia Camp.However, at this time, both the Zhou army and the monsters were attracted by the donkey-headed marshal who was rushing to the north of the mound, and the three hundred heavy cavalry sandwiched between the west side of the mound and the sea of ​​fire were ignored.

All the soldiers of the Xuejia Camp had survived a hundred deaths, and they were entrusted with the heavy trust of Yuan Hou. Seeing that the north was already fighting in a group, but their own generals did not move. It was only assumed that Captain Lu Ying was afraid of death and timid to fight, and there was already some faint commotion. Many people put dissatisfaction and resentment on their faces.

Seeing that he was taking the lead like the crown prince at this moment, how could these bloody men hold back, they immediately agreed and followed the young battalion lieutenant closely from the mound to the north.

The thunderous hooves that shook the entire battlefield not long ago reappeared, even more resolute than the previous one, and even more indomitable.

Even though he knew it was a dream, Qi Jingzhi, who was integrated with the sound of hooves, still couldn't restrain the thousands of pride in his heart.

Although it is a dream, the bloody loyalty and bravery of the soldiers of the Xuejia Camp is so real, and the battlefield in front of us is also so magnificent!
Regardless of whether it's Lu Qiyun or Qi Jingzhi, how can a man not yearn for him when he sees this?
"Old Wei, old Wei, it's no wonder you are an old-hearted guy who refuses to wake up! Wait until the young master beats your donkey face to pieces, and see if you wake up!"

At this moment, many soldiers of the Great Zhou Imperial Army rushed down the mound following their own marshal, formed battle formations, and attacked northward.

The demons guarding the Faceless Demon Monarch also recovered from the defeat of the two generals, one dead and one wounded, and gradually stabilized their position by relying on their strength. Like the Lord, approach the north for reinforcements.

At the core of the battlefield, dark monsters surged like a tide, rushing toward the donkey-headed marshal again and again, and then were twisted into pieces of bone and rotten flesh by nine black flying knives dancing wildly all over the sky. A few of them rushed to the front, and they would also be strangled to death by the long spear surrounded by red flames and golden light. The place where the spear was shot was scorched black, and not even a drop of blood would flow.

However, no matter how sharp the donkey-headed Marshal's spears and throwing knives were, he could kill no less than a thousand monsters in a short time, and the monsters blocking his way still seemed endless and endless.

Seeing that his own marshal's forward momentum had slowed down significantly, the nearly one hundred rampant knights who had originally protected his flanks began to press forward.

Whether it's the blue heavy armor worn by these warriors, or the hard bone armor of the sea dragon horses under their crotch, it is definitely not something that ordinary monsters can easily break through.

On the contrary, the heavy and powerful weapons in their hands, the monsters in front of them really died when they touched them, and they died when they touched them.

Seeing this good opportunity, a group of more than a thousand sword and shield soldiers rushed in to protect the pike soldiers, protecting the rampaging soldiers who had also failed in their momentum, and resisted another round of counterattack by the demons.

The largest number of crossbowmen filled in last, and the dense rain of arrows firmly covered the new site, and then began to extend northward.

At this critical juncture when you are retreating and advancing, one ebbs and another, the cold female voice from before resounded through the entire battlefield again: "Where are the personal guards? Let me break the line and punish the commander!"

When the Faceless Demon Monarch gave this order, the Imperial Guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty hadn't reacted yet, and the monsters blocking them became chaotic, even more panicked than when General Xiong Zhen charged and summoned the general to ask questions. .

Unlike General Xiong Yu, this time the personal guards named by the Yaojun himself did not speak out to take orders, but immediately a cloud of five colors rose from the center of the demon army in the north.

This cloud of five colors condensed and lingered. It was more than ten feet high and no less than ten feet wide. As soon as it took shape, it began to move quickly towards the direction where the donkey-headed marshal was.

Seeing them along the way, the monsters all gave way in panic, like avoiding snakes and scorpions, and if they were even a little bit contaminated, they immediately showed a fascinated look, rushed into the depths of the cloud like madness, and disappeared without a trace.

In a very short period of time, a smooth road more than ten feet wide appeared between the faceless monster and the donkey head marshal.

As the so-called bodyguards approached, the crossbowmen in the Great Zhou army were the first to react.

At the sound of the bowstring, arrows shot out like locusts. Countless feathered arrows buzzed and rushed into the air, drawing deadly curves, and then fell towards the extremely strange cloud of five colors, piercing hard.

Immediately there was a tinkling sound from the clouds that couldn't see clearly what was inside, as if all the feathered arrows had been shot on the heavy armor of the iron shield.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Seeing that the five-color clouds were about to approach the sword and shield hand at the front, the donkey-headed marshal grinned and let out a loud and heroic long hiss.

He held the body of the eight-treasure red golden spear slantedly in his backhand, weighed it in his palm, then turned his waist and turned sideways, aiming the tip of the spear in the direction of the five-color cloud energy and throwing it vigorously!
The eight-treasure red golden gun shoots out immediately, the sound of breaking the wind is like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, a blazing red flame rises from the gun, accompanied by a dazzling golden light, in an instant it turns into a horned dragon with naked golden scales, shaking its head and tail, and pounces away!

　Today's two chapters are combined into one.

　　
　
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