My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 34 Destruction
Shields, steel knives, and armored figures rushed towards each other, crashing into the crowd, and a wave of killing rage swept across the night sky flashing with lightning.

Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang galloped, their horses' hooves rolled wildly, and the crowds of people ran wildly, shouting and roaring, and then ran into them in the most brutal manner.

Dense sword lights slashed back and forth crazily, shields collided with the Aragami cultists and pushed them forward desperately. There were also sparse arrows flying high in the air and falling into the crowd below the altar, splashing blood.

The [-] new troops, which had been formed less than a month ago, became violent the moment they entered the crowd. Fang Sijie stood on the wooden building and stared at this scene with his mouth open.Just a simple sacrifice, and then wait for other orders from the leader, and then wait for Shang Yangyun to come back, and then make a new plan to kill Su Congfang step by step.

After all, they have the support of the prince and the grand master behind them, and they are hidden in the mountains. Maybe they have had some troubles before and failed to complete the tasks assigned to them. However, as long as there is enough time, the Su family in Ding'an City will not be able to escape from him. At this moment, there was a bigger trouble in the palm of his hand. The altar was exposed, and a group of people wrapped in yellow scarves came in.

At this moment, the figures pouring into the village like a tide, all roared fanatically: "Kill" "I am the Yellow Turban Army of Taiping Road——"

On the wooden floor, Fang Sijie shook the wooden pillar with his palm and couldn't help but cursed. The master of the teaching next to him said: "Master, wait a moment, I will go down and deal with it!"

"careful!"

As the leader of the altar, Fang Sijie cannot easily enter the battle group even if his martial arts is not weak. If he is surrounded or shot with cold arrows, the entire branch will fall into an irreversible situation.

What's more, the momentum of the other party's charging is no longer common sense, but more like a group of fanatical and brave believers.

"Taipingdao..." Fang Sijie thought of the recent message. People wearing yellow scarves did appear in the Ding'an City area, but he didn't take it to heart. The Huangshen Sect had the support of the prince and the grand master, and had no rivals at all.

However, at the moment, the figure with a yellow scarf on his head broke what he was thinking...

Boom!

Several more autumn thunders exploded above the wooden building.

The Araghen Sect believers who gathered around the altar reacted in a brief moment of astonishment. The leaders of the different groups roared and shuttled through the crowd. The surrounding believers reacted quickly, and chaos surged in that direction. As far as their eyes could see, the gate of the village was The fighting ahead has spread towards this side.

The believers on the periphery were chopped down, and the broken corpses flew past the eyes of the believers around the altar with blood streaks.

"Death!"

Stepping forward on the slippery ground, he stepped over the corpse. Zhang Liang, who was rushing to one side, didn't know how many people were around him, and just roared: "Break the gap——"

The Xiliang army rushed into the crowd, raised the leather shields in their hands, and slammed into the second group of oncoming Huangshen cultists. Countless sword lights caused blood splashes on the bodies of both sides.

Zhang Bao rode his horse and knocked away an approaching cultist. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a cloud of black smoke sprayed on the opponent's face. He drove his horse, swung his long sword and slashed away. The cultist covering his face let out a "Woo!" Screaming, he was knocked away by a war horse, and split into two pieces by a sword in the air.

Next to him, a spear was stabbed, and the long sword in his hand smashed the spearhead, and the remaining limbs flew into the sky. Next to him, a Xiliang soldier rushed to this side from behind, saying "Ah!" Trembling and shouting, he swung his knife and chopped the neck of the Aragami cultist who was screaming with broken arms.

In the small village, more than 700 people from both sides were fighting each other. The rockets flying into the sky ignited a wooden building, igniting the fire and illuminating the whole altar with the shadows of longing figures everywhere.

At this time, the Xiliang recruits gradually became ferocious. Relying on their numbers and leather armor, they swung their weapons forward desperately, tearing the gap even wider. The sound extended along the front line where flesh and blood exploded.

A Xiliang soldier pierced a Huangshen cultist with a spear and pushed him back. Later, he was knocked to the ground by other Huangshen cultists who rushed towards him. He was stabbed by an unknown person and died in an unknown manner.

Under the bright firelight, fighting and shouting were everywhere in the wooden village. Blood, flesh and plasma were poured out, and the ripples of flesh and blood spread crazily.

Amid countless hysterical shouts, Dong Zhuo also rushed into the crowd. He was covered in blood, riding on horseback holding a serrated knife in his hand, filled with murderous intent.

Then, the murderous aura solidified and spread with him as the center.

——Power reigns supreme!
The surrounding Aragami cultists panicked for no reason and quickly moved away from the horse-riding and armored general.

"I found you!" Suddenly a voice rang out, and a figure dropped the Xiliang soldier who was beaten to death in his hand, grabbed the steel knife and looked at Dong Zhuo, who was surrounded by a vacuum. He stepped on his feet, jumped into the air, and stepped on a man below. The shoulder of a fighting figure rushed toward Dong Zhuo on horseback.

"roll!"

On horseback, Dong Zhuo yelled loudly, and the serrated knife was slashed horizontally. The steel knife was bent and exploded into a ball of sparks. The knife and the opponent's arm were smashed back into the opponent's chest. Dong Zhuo raised his hand to grab it and pinched it. Holding the master's neck, his five fingers dug into the opponent's flesh ferociously, and blood spurted out crazily. The hand holding the knife stabbed the serrated knife into the opponent's abdomen, tearing it hard, and the internal organs instantly flowed to the ground.

On the wooden floor, Fang Sijie almost crushed the wooden fence. In a hurry, almost half of the believers in his own altar were slaughtered. It was difficult to form an effective confrontation. Groups of people rushed forward, and groups of them were beaten and maimed. They fled in panic. .

He did not expect that Taiping Dao, which had just spread in Ding'an City, would have such terrifying instructors.

He could no longer stand here. The altar had been removed. Even if he was still alive, he would not have the face to see the leader. Fang Sijie's eyes fell to a place below. The master under his command had his stomach almost torn into two pieces.

At the moment when blood, flesh, and organs were flying all over the sky, he exerted great force, and the fence came down with a bang, and he threw it towards the heavily armed Taipingdao general.

Judging from the strength, the opponent's cultivation level is similar to his. Even if he can't win, he still has secret skills!

The next second, Fang Sijie rushed out of the wooden building, flew down, and made the sound of wind and thunder in his hands.

boom!
The ten-foot-long wooden railing flew over the heads of the crowd below, knocking one person away. Dong Zhuo turned sideways and raised his hand to cut the wooden railing into pieces. Among the scattered wood chips, a figure flew from the wooden building and crossed the altar below. Stone bed!
In the mountains outside the village, Su Chen ran through the gaps in the woods, watching the fighting in the village at close range and watching how the newly trained Xiliang soldiers cooperated.

"Don't waste time." Su Chen whispered.

I wish you justice and blow the horn in your hand.

On the other side of the mountain, standing on a large protruding rock, Zhang Jiao stood on it and slowly closed his eyes. His beard and robes were flying in the mountain wind. The rumble of thunder rolled across the sky, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.

The yin and yang red lines on his forehead are even brighter.

With his hands spread flat, arcs of electricity bounced, and the lightning that streaked across the sky suddenly turned around and flew towards the wooden village.

……

Fang Sijie crossed the altar and rushed towards Dong Zhuo, who was looking away. His clawed hands suddenly gathered the sound of wind. The next moment, there seemed to be a dazzling light flying from the corner of his eye.

Head tilted.

An electric snake turned in mid-air, turned into the wooden village, and instantly zoomed into his field of vision.

"Your mother..." He murmured.

The green and white electric light burst out in the village in the next moment, illuminating the entire night sky.

……

Su Chen closed his eyes and turned his face away.

Smacked his lips.

"Sure enough, those who cultivate immortality are strong."

(End of this chapter)