Back Off, Let Me Come Chapter 827

  Chapter 827 Chapter 827: The Death of Zhang He (Part 1) [Seeking a monthly ticket]

   This scene was unexpected by Shen Tang.

  She thought that this mysterious incarnation of literary spirit would pose a threat to her. After all, Wenxin scribes have various abilities in the way of literati, so if they are not sure, the other party will be able to overshadow her. Unexpectedly, this person was backlashed without even making a splash.

  The incarnation of Wenqi is, after all, composed of a mass of "Qi".

  Once the balance is lost, the embodiment of culture will dissipate.

  Using Gong Xichou's words, this product has been backlashed.

  This matter also exceeded Zhang He's expectations.

  Thin beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and a vague uneasiness quietly filled his heart, giving him the illusion that he was struggling to breathe. Suddenly, he felt a strong gaze. Under this kind of sight, it was as if his skin had been peeled off, and he lost his sense of security from the inside out. Zhang He followed his gaze, and happened to bump into Shen Tang's almond eyes with a gloomy and murderous look.

  The sight of the latter gave him the illusion of being pricked by needles.

  The dark wind blew past the neck, and the skin trembled.

  Shen Tang took a beautiful sword flower, and said casually: "Gong Xiqiu, do you have the confidence to take down this army formation by yourself?"

  Gong Xiqiu laughed loudly: "Give it to me, I will carry it for you to see!"

  The person he spoke of was the senior high priest.

  Shen Tang said: "One stick of incense, one stick of incense at the latest!"

  A stick of incense—

  Remove Zhang He's head!

  Huang Lie's main force rushed to Chaoli Pass. He had a huge army of heavy shield fighters. How long can the border barrier of Chaoli Pass last? Wei Shou and Chu Jie sitting in town can only delay the 16th class for a while, and she and Gong Xichou must come back to help as soon as possible. The two teamed up and concentrated force to forcibly break the formation, but there is not much suspense, but it is not reconciled to fight back like this.

  If Zhang He can be killed, the alliance between Huang Lie and Huang Lie will be destroyed from the root, and the pressure on one's side will drop sharply. Most importantly, she needs Zhang He's head to boost the morale of the army. Therefore, Zhang He must die today! Shen Tang's eyes were cold, and he burst out with killing intent.

  She shouted: "Gong Xiqiu!"

  The thick boa constrictor flew in circles.

  The snake raised its head high, and blocked Shen Tang with its body.

  Shen Tang raised his sword and turned into a sword shadow and went straight to Zhang He alone. Zhang He knew her beheading plan the moment he met Shen Tang's eyes. How dare he gamble with his life?

  His reaction was not slow, but Shen Tang moved faster.

  The sword energy pierced through the air, where the space where the air was located was roughly torn apart by a pair of invisible hands, leaving only a faintly twisted path. The sword qi carries a popping sound that temporarily deafens the ears, and it rushes towards the obstacle with a heaven-splitting momentum.

  Puff, puff, puff—

  Blood flowers bloomed from the terrible wounds, and the intact body was divided into two parts along with the blood flowers. Under the thrust of the blood column, it left the original place, and the hands, feet, eyes, mouth and other organs could still move.

  As the pattering rain of blood poured down on the head, a strong stench filled the air, and the nearby soldiers were caught off guard and sprayed in the face.

  The breeze of sword energy brushed across his cheeks, causing a slight tingling pain.

   Someone raised his hand and touched it, and his face fell off.

  The pulp of the fingers can also touch the fat blood vessels under the skin of the face.

   Zhang He didn't care about all of this.

  The threat of life wrapped around his neck like a shadow, like a poisonous snake, getting tighter and tighter, depriving him of the little air left in his chest. The snow-white edge magnified infinitely in front of his eyes, until a familiar shout brought him back to reality.

   "Thief, how dare you hurt my lord?" Zhang He's tent can be regarded as capable people in large numbers. Although the lineup is not as luxurious as Wu Xian's, it is still capable, but it pales in comparison to Shen Tang. He knew he couldn't stop Shen Tang, but he was still willing to fight with his life.

  Gong Xiqiu was in charge of containing the army, while Shen Tang charged into the enemy's core alone and carried out the beheading plan. If he couldn't achieve his goal as quickly as possible, he would fall into the enemy's encirclement.

   Therefore, she wants to make a quick decision.

  As long as anyone standing in front of her, regardless of ghosts—

kill!

  The enemy generals were terrified when they saw that Shen Tang wouldn't back down, and they didn't dare to hold back anything, and instantly burst into a bright light like a scorching sun! The half-human tall hammer smashed down on Shen Tang's head!

Ding-

   There was an imperceptible crisp sound.

  The enemy general's expression became dignified at the moment when he relaxed, with disbelief remaining in his eyes, followed by another soft click, and an inconspicuous crack crawled around the body of the heavy hammer. The firelight cast a thread of red thread along the crack, falling into his eyes.

  Hammer handle splits from it.

  At this moment, he felt a needle-like pain in his mouth.

   Can't feel the presence of fingers for some reason.

   With a clatter, a severed palm fell to the ground, and the heavy hammer dissipated.

  He subconsciously wanted to swallow his saliva, his Adam's apple wriggled to half, and the thin red marks cut his body into left and right halves.

   All this happened in an instant.

  He even had doubts—why did the temperature suddenly drop, and why did his field of vision suddenly decrease?

  Before consciousness disappeared, he saw a blood-stained jaw with clean and smooth lines, and the other party stepped over him.

  The noisy shouting and killing around him became more and more indistinct.

  One person died, but more people were like a closing wave, blocking Shen Tang's path layer by layer, completely separating her from the target. I don't know whose spear broke through Shen Tang's whole body, and came straight to her eyes. Without even looking at it, she pulled the sword edge out of one person's heart, and the blood-stained sword edge collided with the hook-shaped sharp weapon on the side of the spear, cutting it in two like a knife cutting tofu.

  Boom—

   Violent force burst out from her body.

  The nearby weak enemies didn't even have time to scream, and their bodies flew upside down. The lucky ones just fell into a coma, and the unlucky ones were directly pierced by their own people behind. Shen Tang grasped the gap to clear the field, and approached the target again.

   "Zhang Yongqing!"

  This is called decapitation!

  The feeling of the sword cutting through the flesh and blood is real, but the person in front of him has changed from Zhang He to a strange-looking martial artist. The opponent had been prepared for a long time, yelling about the explosive potential, and slashed the machete towards Shen Tang's neck at less than an arm's length away.

   Shen Tang, whose body was sprayed with blood, only tilted his head slightly.

  Her free left hand is tilted up sideways.

   Only use **** to clamp the blade, making it difficult to get an inch.

"Tsk, you are a man, I reward you with a quick death!" As the head and body were divided into two, Shen Tang kicked the rest of the body away with one kick. Out of one world. She locked Zhang He's breath and position again.

   Shen Tang was not surprised by this result.

  If she falls into Zhang He's situation, Wuhui and the others will fight to the death, just to delay time and exchange for a glimmer of life. As the leader of the power, Zhang He is still the leader of the power who made his fortune by relying on the "benevolence of the doctor". There are too many people who are favored by him and are willing to die for him. However, no amount of it can be killed!

  Across the crowd, Zhang He saw the blood-soaked man smiling coldly at him, the muscles on the tip of his nose twitching, and he didn't dare to delay any longer. He is not afraid of a Shen Tang, but with Gong Xichou carrying the firepower of the legion, Shen Youli who is no longer restrained, he has to be afraid! This person is crazy and desperate, he can really kill him!

   "Stop! Stop!"

   Zhang He's left and right guards shouted loudly.

  However, it was these instructions that not only did not suppress the situation, but made the battlefield even more chaotic—without yelling, the soldiers on the front line who were concentrating on fighting did not even know that their lord was going to be killed alone. If you shout at the top of your voice, more people will hear you.

   Coupled with the fact that Shen Tang is still on the rampage, and the path is full of corpses, it will inevitably cause panic, making the pressure on Gong Xiqiu less and less. As I said before, the power of the military formation is related to the will of the soldiers. People are restless, and morale is like a dam flooding...

   Isn't the pressure on Gong Xiqiu less?

  Shen Tang's reckless beheading action instantly reversed the situation between the enemy and ourselves, and it was Zhang He's army who couldn't get down.

  They devoted a lot of energy to protecting Zhang He, and Gongxi Qiuke took advantage of the situation to rise up and kill the soldiers in the weaker defenses of the legion. If he concentrates on pursuing Gong Xiqiu, Zhang He will be chased and beheaded by Shen Tang, a mad dog-like 16th-class high-ranking student.

   Hesitation is the most taboo on the battlefield.

   Indecisive, indecisive.

  The generals in command of the legion hesitated, but their lord Zhang He was extremely decisive. Just what is that sentence called?

  Hesitation will lead to defeat, and decisiveness will result in vain.

   Zhang He decisively chose to evacuate.

   It's just that he evacuated, but he didn't evacuate completely.

  He considered that the movement of the legion would greatly reduce the power of the army formation, and he would not be able to hold back Gong Xiqiu, and he would even die at that time. Therefore, the final decision was that Zhang He would leave under the protection of some elites, and the Quartet Army could surround Shen Tang for a while.

   This time is enough for Zhang He to escape.

   And this happened to fall into Shen Tang's arms.

  Because when Zhang He withdrew, there would definitely be a gap in the Quartet Army formation, which was also the weakest point of defense, so it would not be difficult to take the opportunity to rush out. It is not easy to find Zhang He among thousands of people, and it is difficult to cross the crowd, but once he leaves, without the protection of the army, what is the difference between a few dozen people and a single? Isn't that as conspicuous as the lice on the head of a bald man?

   With the help of his confidant Wenwu regardless of the cost, Zhang He crossed more than half of the mountain in just two breaths. Although he couldn't hear the shouts of killing, he knew that he was far from safe. With Shen Tang's strength, he can still catch up with him if he is determined...

  He wants to run farther.

   "Go to Chaoli Pass!"

   Huang Lie's troops are there, the safest and the distance is short.

   Zhang He retreated only ten breaths later, Shen Tang beheaded all the dead soldiers who intercepted her, and finally broke through the encirclement of the four armies. It's just that Zhang He and his group are also cunning. When they escaped, they made the two groups of incarnations retreat in different directions, so they cast doubts and confuse judgments.

   "Huh? Choose one of three?"

   There is only one choice for her.

  She went straight to Chaoli Pass without hesitation. At this time, there is no need to save reserves, Shen Tang squeezed the speed limit of his body, and found out after a while. The mother-loving sword in his hand swung out instinctively, and whispered in his mouth: "【Scattered across the sky】!"

  The air of heaven and earth trembled.

  The densely packed text forms the vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard, which are stretched to the limit in an instant, and her domain is all on the chessboard.

   "Zhang He, 【Getting back from being lost】!"

  【Scattered Stars】The moment Zhang He appeared at his feet, Zhang He realized that something was wrong, and his heart sank. When he saw a giant suspended scroll made of condensed literary energy appear on the path, his eyelids trembled violently! Before the dragon slaying game, Shen Tang beheaded the details of Jiang Ao, the 16th class leader, of course, he had carefully studied it. The same scene happened to him, which meant that King Yama's death talisman was about to fall on him!

  The left and right confidantes also know this ultimate move.

  Unexpectedly, the suction of the scroll was only aimed at Zhang He.

   At the critical moment, [Li Daitao froze]!

  Shen Tang cursed inwardly as he watched the dead wood fall from mid-air. I didn't feel anything before, but now I just have a thought-the profession of Wenxin scribes is really hated by people! There is only one kick left in the beheading, but he can still dodge forcibly!

   Those with a poor mentality, are they still not collapsed?

Ah-

   So what if Zhang He is escorted by literary scholars?

   "I'm also a literary scholar!" As long as Zhang He and others are still within her [star-scattered] range, she can settle.

  What could be more hopeless than being in a desperate situation?

   Naturally, it was when he thought he had escaped!

  On the [star-scattered chessboard], a chess piece that no one could see fell. Pa, a circle of transparent ripples opened.

  This chess piece is named—

  【One Leaf Obstacle】!

  One leaf blinds the eyes, but Mount Tai cannot be seen.

   Zhang He and others were highly tense.

  Before all this happened, they did not expect that they would encounter such a dramatic battle in their careers—the brave fighters confronted the ten thousand troops. The 16th class is built on the top, two!

  It's just that when I think of the things Shen Tang did in the Xiaocheng Huimeng, it doesn't seem surprising. After all, this lunatic surnamed Shen used to fight against the Duke of Xiqiu in front of the battle, and finally retaliated and teased the army. Why didn't he die back then?

   Zhang He scolded hard in his heart.

  But when he thought of being forced to flee for his life by two young people, the fire in his heart became more and more intense-these two didn't sit in Chaoli Pass obediently, but they still ran around? If they hadn't made trouble, Wu Zhaode's head would have been taken by now! Stealing chickens is not enough to lose money!

   This place is very close to Chaoli Pass.

   If you concentrate your martial energy in your ears, you can still hear the vague shouts of killing. After crossing the two peaks, you can see Xiongguan surrounded by war. Here, Zhang He is completely safe.

   But his face was still ashen.

  Because the elite he brought out was dragged by Gong Xichou.

   They have been given instructions before retreating, and they will fight and retreat. Shen Tang had already been lured away, only Gong Xichou remained, and the pressure to withdraw the army was much less. It seemed that the loss was small, but Zhang He knew that his face had been ripped apart and trampled by the two of Shen Tang.

   Such humiliation can only be washed away by blood!

   "Gongxiqiu..."

   "The Gongxi clan..."

   And that Shen Youli...

  Zhang He is like a vicious poisonous snake, the words he spit out quenched the poison of seeing blood and sealing his throat: "How long can you be rampant?"

  After autumn, the grasshopper will not be able to jump for a few days!

   They also have sharp knives hanging around their necks!

   Zhang He's throat came up with a sweet smell, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. With a slightly calm breath, he wanted to join Huang Lie's soldiers and horses on the road.

   But before he could straighten up, the confidant scribe beside him suddenly opened his eyes, with a hesitant expression: "My lord?"

  Zhang He asked: "What's wrong?"

  The scribe looked around: "Something is wrong!"

  As soon as this remark came out, the people who escaped from the dead tensed up again, and tacitly agreed to surround Zhang He in the middle, looking around vigilantly. Zhang He's heart also missed a beat: "Where?"

   As soon as the voice fell, the night wind disturbed the leaves.

   Zhang He didn't find anything unusual.

  But he has always trusted his confidants, since something is wrong, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, and immediately set off and headed straight to Chaoli Pass. Arriving at the battlefield, the fighting here was more tragic than expected.

Snapped-

   His raised foot seemed to be caught by something.

   Zhang He raised his foot and kicked, only the upper half of his body, and the soldiers with large intestines and small intestines scattered all over the ground rolled a few times on the ground.

  The soldier is alive with such serious injuries.

  He groaned, revealing a blood-stained face, lying powerlessly on the ground. As he turned his head, revealing a pair of Zhang He's familiar eyes. Before Zhang He recalled where he had seen these eyes, the other party opened his mouth weakly.

"ah…"

   "...you kicked me so much..."

   “…my legs, my intestines, my stomach…”

   "...It hurts, it hurts, where is my foot..."

   This person kept murmuring about his legs, and kept searching with his hands on both sides of his waist, but only found the **** fracture. Limbs below the waist are gone. The other party didn't seem to dare to accept the result. He exerted force on his waist and pushed his neck forward, trying to sit up on the spot: "My legs, my legs!"

"Ha ha ha h"

   "My leg, Zhang Yongqing—"

   "Where's my leg? Where's my leg?"

  The person called out Zhang He's name, and the people guarding him suddenly changed color, realizing that what they saw might be fake. A general with a more irritable temper simply swung a knife, and the blade passed through the man's body, and the split upper body closed in full view, while the man was still groping for the disappeared lower limbs.

   "My legs—"

   "My legs!"

  The man's voice became more and more shrill.

  The literary scholar beside Zhang He tried to break the illusion, but his hard work could only cause ripples in the environment, and soon calm was restored. At this time, Zhang He remembered where he had seen those eyes before, in the bronze mirror!

   Those were his eyes, his face!

  When he realized this, his face turned black.

   What is more terrifying is the back—

  A smiling female voice sounded in his ears, and the cold breath was exhaled in the ear, and the coolness penetrated to the bottom of his heart.

   "Zhang Yongqing, where's your leg?"

   Shiitake mushrooms need to make up the number of words, and there is no charge for the extra words.

   PS: Completed.

   PS: After the mushroom is updated, typos and sentences will be corrected to avoid affecting reading. You can refresh the next day.

  (end of this chapter)

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