The roofs on both sides of Chang Street were filled with people, with four rows of torches scattering up and down, illuminating the entire Chang Street, shining with sparkling fire on Qiu Shi's face. His face was pale because of excessive blood loss. Qiu Shi was covered in blood. Countless bows and arrows were stuck on his arms and back, like a hedgehog, and he stayed in front of the gate of Tianlao, without going in or retreating. Tianlao was near the imperial city, and there were not many crossbows, and only a few powerful crossbows were shot in Qiu Shi's vital parts.

With Qiushi as the center, there were fifty or sixty corpses all around him. For a moment, the atmosphere was stagnant and no one dared to step forward. Qiushi's breathing was heavier than before. Squinted at the fifteen cavalry in front of him, Cong Yun Fifteen Cavalry sat quietly on the horse, without taking action, nor did he speak, as if he was deadly quiet, like the impermanence of life from hell. Occasionally, one or two horse noses showed that they were not from hell. They were waiting for Qiushi to be exhausted. Cong Yun Fifteen Cavalry always picked up soft persimmons and pinched them. Or they did not take action, and once they tried to destroy the dead. Only the dead can sweep away the wind and the remaining clouds.

Chen Qi hurried to the side of the long street and issued a charge order from below the roof. Fourteen people were unsheathed and killed the general. The torches suddenly became messy and rolled down like dumplings. Then, fourteen figures flew into the field and formed a semicircle behind Qiu Shi. A big man about 1.78 meters tall, slightly fat, stood beside Qiu Shi, and could not look tall. It was Chen Qi.

Qiushi is a free and easy person. When he saw Chen Qi, he was not pretentious. He smiled happily, and said loudly, "God doesn't bless me, Daqin, the Duke of Zhenguo's family was harmed by your group of villains. You can come here."

Chen Qi's heart was like a heavy hammer. Sure enough, grandfather was so old, and his father was a weak scholar. Qiu Shi was telling himself, looking at Qiu Shi in confusion. Qiu Shi shook his head slightly and told Chen Qi that the old Duke was alive, but he was seriously injured. I am afraid that there will be no more days in the future, and I don't know what the grandfather is going to be. Chen Qi looked back at the dark gate of the Tianzhuo and silently thought in his heart, if grandfather really had an accident, the eldest brother of the Western Regions and the second brother of Mayi, what should they do if they know? Maybe the people sent by Pan Xing were already on the way, so they could only hope for the young marshal and Pei Dadao, so that the two brothers would not be harmed by villains.

The tide of soldiers around him broke Chen Qi's thoughts. The soldiers of the Qin Dynasty were fierce and good at fighting and well-equipped. Chen Qi had great strength since he was a child. He had been instructed by famous teachers in two years and made rapid progress in his kung fu. But every time he cut one, his heart felt ache. The innocent life was drowned in the Game of Thrones. The blood color seemed weak in the smoke and dust. Every blood rose, representing the disappearance of a life.

Qiushi and Chen Qi and Thirteen Guards stood in a diamond shape. The two sharp tips of the diamond shape are the two with the best kung fu. Qiushi and Lao Hu of Thirteen Guards have several times more enemies than him. The diamond shape is like a sharp blade interspersed in the flesh. Every time Chen Qi cuts a horizontal knife in his hand, he will roar. For three years, Qiushi has urged thousands of swords to train every day. With results, there is no need to prove it. Actual combat on the battlefield is the best proof.

A sword was swung out, either blocked, sending out a harsh friction of iron tools, or carrying a large tent of blood to cut the enemy down. The dazzling red color was like a ball of fire, burning Chen Qi's eyes and body. A pair of dark and shiny eyes were already invisible with a few bloodshots. The killing ** filled his chest and every part of his body again. He felt what Han Xing said, and took away a life, and the hostility on his body could be vented.

Qiu Shi's iron stick in his hand was agile, swinging, stabbing, and various moves, as fast as lightning. The tip of the stick hit a person's forehead and exploded directly from the back of his head without any pause. The stick moved horizontally and threw the chin of several people. The necks of these people flew out at strange angles. When they competed with Cun Jin, their power directly penetrated the surface and exploded inside. The Mohist Kung Fu was indeed amazing.

In a stalemate, another team of cavalry came behind him. The leader was tall and wide, holding a heavy halberd, with deep noses, eyes smooth, without hair and eyebrows, and a huge wine gourd on his waist. It was the director of the lower court, Wang Huan, the little king of Yan, Wang Huan, on the left, and Chen Qi on the right. He was definitely not an ordinary person who could follow Wang Huan.

When Wang Huan saw the scene bloody, he immediately ordered everyone to retreat and not act rashly, only surround and not attack.

Qiu Shi stood in front of Wang Huan with only four people left in the thirteen guards, including Chen Qi. Five of them were covered in blood and covered in bruises, but they were all out of breath. The battle was not long, but Chen Qi felt that after a century, his chest was falling and he stood silently beside Qiu Shi.

Qiushi saw the man on Wang Huan's right and laughed, "I didn't expect that the Kunlun disciples would come to this muddy water."

"Kunlun Sect? Could it be Lu Yuan, the brother of Lu Qing's family, how could he deal with me?" Chen Qi felt a little distressed. Lu Qing's cousin has always been mysterious. He has practiced Kunlun Mountain, and has become an immortal with all his heart. He does not care about human affairs. Chen Qi has never seen him before. After hearing Qiu Shi's words, he noticed that the young eyebrows on Wang Huan's right side were somewhat similar to Lu Qing.

Lu Yuan looked cold and ignored Qiu Shi's words.

Wang Huan jumped off his horse and faced Qiu Shi, "Qiu Shi, the eldest disciple of the Mo family, is now surrounded by a heavy siege. Resistance is like a mantis mantis. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. I will immediately throw down the iron stick. Don't let the rebels and the remnants of Chen Qi get together. The emperor has always loved talents and will not blame him. He still has high officials and generous gifts."

"Phoa, villain", Qiu Shi didn't wait for Wang Huan to finish his words and scolded him.

Wang Huan smiled evilly, shook his head, and sighed, "Oh, what a pity, Deputy General Wang, why haven't the crossbowman arrived yet?"

"It has been ordered, and it will take another hour for the Nanshan Military Camp to come."

"One hour, forget it, I can't wait, Li Yi, you are ready to bring people with you."

As Wang Huan's voice fell, the peacock guard behind him moved, holding a straight knife, surrounded Qiushi and Chen Qi, approaching step by step, and the peacock tail on his back shone brightly in the firelight. Just waiting for Wang Huan's order, there was a hint of hesitation in Wang Huan's eyes. The Chen family Sanlang was a talent. He looked at Chen Qi as if he had seen his young self. Unfortunately, he wanted to go with the flow. He was still waiting for the people of Qimen. Perhaps the Chen family's children were just a coincidence. Qimen had nothing to do with him, but they just looked at Xu Ban's face and took a moment. Qimen had Kunlun to deal with it. The gods inside the Taoist sect fought, so it would be better for mortals not to interfere.

The former cavalry site that King Huan Yan took Chen Qi to visit was where Cong Yun’s fifteen cavalry was stationed. The past is still vivid in my mind. In a flash, it turned into Shura Purgatory. Life and death were fought. Chen Qi was also very moved. He held the knife in his hand tightly, thinking that the grand plan would be revealed, but in the end, it would be empty.

In the military formation, no matter how you have the ability to be mastered and superb martial arts, the final outcome is also a death. If Chen Qi brought the thousand teenagers he trained today, it would be easy to take down the prison. The Shanglin Army, which Daqin is proud of, is just a native chicken and a dog in Chen Qi's eyes. It was defeated with one blow. Some of the teenagers got married, and some families had parents. Even if they had no choice, they could not joke about their lives. They said that a general succeeded and thousands of bones were undone and a thief. Who would be willing to put this name on it? As long as Chen Qi moved the army of Xiayunling, he was sure that with the behavior of Pan Xing, Xiayunling would not be able to live alone. Chen Qi would not drag everyone into the sea of ​​suffering for his own personal grudges.

Xiayunling was in a state of great enthusiasm. Xiayunling was the territory of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. The Duke of Zhenguo became a rebel. Feiqiwei submitted a letter to the letter and said that he would only punish the evil people, and the rest of the people were not guilty. They did not believe it. Chen Qi trained a thousand young men and was gathered by some young generals to prepare to send troops to Chang'an. Yang Yaozong and Zou Hui were trying hard to persuade him.

"Little bastard, I tell you, you are not the commander of Ritaji. I order you to disband. You will not be able to get involved in today's affairs."

"You really don't know that the sky is high and the earth is strong. Forty thousand people of Feiqiu guarded the mountain. Why, even if you are just one person, you can kill a few more people? Think about your parents and the third young master, and we will do it. You can stay in Chang'an and wait for us to come back."

It was not until the evening that the 1,000 people who were nominally guarded by the Pisces Gang, but actually Chen Qi's private soldiers were disbanded. A few of them could not persuade them to leave. Yang Yaozong didn't say anything nonsense and knocked them out. They were trapped in the convention hall. Zou Hui, Yang Yaozong and Huo Dong packed their luggage and sent their trusted subordinates to the northern pier to prepare to go down from the Wei River.

In front of the Tianzhu, Li Yi was unsheathed and pointed at Qiu Shi from a distance. "I heard that Nanmo martial arts was unique in the world. Today, Li Yi asked Mr. Qiu for advice based on the rules of the world."

Li Yi is a martial arts fanatic and is known as a martial arts madman in Chang'an. In addition to Cao Tong, Xu Ban and Wang Huan, Li Yi has the most powerful reputation. Everyone in the upper court disdained Li Yi, and Li Yi even more disdained the others in the upper court.

Wang Huan snorted coldly and issued a killing order. What should I ask for advice? Cong Yun's fifteen cavalry obeyed the order and captured the traitor in the field, but if there was resistance, he would not be killed.

(End of this chapter)
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