The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 377

  Chapter 377 The wine in the pot is not cold, but the knife head is still bloody

  At this moment, no matter whether it is above or below the city, the air is quiet, as if time has stopped.

Lu Shiheng on the city wall felt that the battlefield below would be endless for a while, and his main attention was on watching the top-level confrontation between Mi Le and Wang Yang. As a result, his attention was only diverted for a while, and there was a burst of boiling below, and he turned his head to look over there. Xio was beheaded... how did he die?

  Zhao Changhe and Xue Canghai could not join forces to attack?

   Maitreya looked carefully at the six directions, but he didn't expect this result. No one would have thought that Zhao Changhe would kill Yu Xixiu in two moves...

  As if I fell into some kind of predestined nightmare, every time I was entangled by someone, the big thing below was stolen. For the first time, Zhao Changhe and Tang Buqi did it together in the back mountain of the Tang family; the second time in Taihu Lake, Tang Buqi did it;

  And this time, the impact was even greater than the previous few times.

  The defeat of Taihu Lake, Xiangyang was Maitreya's last hope, but it was destroyed in an instant.

   Cannot be destroyed!

   With a roar, Maitreya roared, and the light of the blade soared, forcing Yang Jingxiu and Wang Daozhong back, and fled back, heading straight for Zhao Changhe who was in the battle!

   As long as Zhao Changhe is killed, there is still salvation!

   Maitreya is the head coach of the Maitreya Army, so he doesn't rest here! Yuxiu is just a general, as long as he turns Maitreya, he can still stabilize the morale of the army, at least he can lead the people to retreat!

  But at the moment when he pulled back and flew back, a sword light suddenly struck from under the moon, and a biting chill enveloped his back.

   Maitreya's heart skipped a beat.

  Tang evening makeup!

Let's just say where she hid, there is no sign of such an important battle... I dare to say that she has learned badly, and she will never show up when she is not sure if she will be tricked by Wang and Yang's family. Now the dust has settled, The moment he returned from the defeat of Maitreya, he launched a sneak attack!

  When people like Tang Wanzhuang started to play sneak attacks, it was really hard to guard against.

   Maitreya was in mid-air with nowhere to put his strength, and suddenly roared wildly.

   Tens of thousands of people were shocked to see that there seemed to be a huge and incomparable phantom of Buddha appearing behind Maitreya, with golden light and a lotus stand like life.

  The Buddha's words resounded in everyone's heart, and a giant palm slapped Tang Wanzhuang.

  Tang Wanzhuang seemed to have expected it a long time ago, her eyes were firm, and the way of the sword did not change, piercing through Maitreya's chest.

  The giant palm slapped around her body, there seemed to be ripples and ripples, and the strength dissipated. There seemed to be a sound of "Huh", the shadow of the palm dissipated, the moon and stars were sparse in the sky, and there was nothing.

  Tang Wanzhuang spat out a mouthful of blood, and pushed again.

   Maitreya was also slapping her with a palm. With a "boom", the two palms faced each other. Maitreya turned into blood and escaped into the sky.

  Tang Wanzhuang spat blood again, pale and shook her head slightly.

   Unexpectedly, Maitreya still has such a hole card, and even this failed to kill him... Behind him, there are gods and Buddhas hidden?

  Tang Wanzhuang took a deep breath, glanced at Wang Daozhong and Yang Jingxiu who were silent beside him, his eyes fell on the city, the battle situation was decided.

  The battles above and below the city happened at the same time. When Maitreya retreated and Tang Wanzhuang made a surprise attack, Zhao Changhe had just chopped off Yu Xixiu's head with one knife, and shouted angrily, "Here is Yu Xixiu's head!"

   Fear spread like a plague, spreading outward from the place where Zhao Changhe stood, spreading all over the south of Xiangyang.

   Maitreya was attacked by Tang Wanzhuang just at this time, and even the presence of gods and Buddhas could not stop him from being seriously injured and escaped. Maitreya's army lost all its backbone in an instant, and fled in chaos.

   Xue Canghai raised his knife and yelled angrily: "Practice blood to nourish evil spirits, kill me right now!"

  The sound of shouting and killing resounded, and the scene of thousands of people chasing and hacking tens of thousands of people was staged in the south of Xiangyang City. The private soldiers of the Yang family who attacked the left wing over there were all dumbfounded, and didn't know whether they should chase or not.

  Zhao Changhe himself didn't chase him, it seemed like he could hit the enemy instantly with one blow, but in fact, the energy of this knife was not a joke, it almost drained all the strength with one knife, the sequelae of the world without self BUFF began to hit, and he felt a little dizzy and weak.

  But at least he didn't lose his strength like before, and still had some strength left. He took a few deep breaths, adjusted his internal breath a little, and turned his head to look at the top of the city.

  Tang Wanzhuang stood on the city wall and looked at him with fluttering clothes.

  While holding a knife in one hand and the head of the enemy general in the other, standing bloodied among the bones, with thousands of troops fleeing behind him... This scene is breathtaking.

  Tang Wanzhuang couldn't help but recalled that once in Gusu, someone once said to her: "The next time I hope is that I will be here so that you don't have to think about anything."

  His name is Zhao Wangtang, is he staring, or looking forward? What are you looking forward to?

  Zhao Changhe jumped up suddenly, flew over the top of the city like a roc spreading its wings, and threw Yu Xixiu's head on the ground: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

  Tang Wanzhuang wanted to say something but couldn't say it. Thousands of words came together in one voice: "En."

   Zhao Changhe didn't talk to her too much, he first surpassed Yang Jingxiu and cupped his hands: "I have seen Uncle Yang."

   He bowed his hands to Wang Daozhong again: "Hi, old Wang."

   Wang Daozhong: "..."

  Zhao Changhe finally turned his head and stared at Lu Shiheng sharply: "Prefect Lu, Mr. Zhao has something to ask you."

  At this time, Zhao Changhe's aura was really compelling, and Lu Shiheng felt a little bit fleshy, so he could only say: "Zhao Shaoxia...what's the matter?"

  Zhao Changhe said: "You colluded with Maitreya, arrested my secret agent of the town magic department, and planned to ambush the head of the imperial court. What should you do?"

Wang Daozhong hurriedly said: "He was controlled by Maitreya Celestial Maid's technique, not his intention... Chief, don't you see that he is defending the city well? Shi Heng, apologize to Chief Tang? Let's report back to the court and see Let's see how the imperial court decides on this punishment..."

  Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Changhe: "It's understandable to be controlled, but I am angry. A single apology or dismissal in the future will not relieve my anger."

  Wang Daozhong said with a serious face: "How are you doing?"

Zhao Changhe said indifferently: "How about this, Prefect Lu, don't say that someone Zhao doesn't know the general idea and insists on entanglement... Earlier in the Immortal Palace Garden, Prefect Lu hastily received me under the sword of Tang Shouzuo, and the gods and Buddhas were scattered. Wushang took it, and Zhao admired it very much. You take another blow from me, let me feel refreshed, and let it go."

  Yang Jingxiu, who was on the sidelines, thought that Zhao Changhe was looking for a way to vent his anger.

   After all, Lu Shiheng, the prefect of Xiangyang, has its own rules and regulations, and those who cannot be judged in private have to wrestle with the court. In today's turbulent time, Lu Shiheng relies on the power of the Wang family and has a town of elite soldiers at hand, so he must be treated with caution and not act recklessly.

  It can only be incompetent and furious, and it's okay to export bad breath.

   Especially at this time, Zhao Changhe's Qi and blood are weak, but he looks aggressive on the surface, but in fact he is unlikely to beat Lu Shiheng in a fight, which proves that he just wants to show his anger. Maybe lick Tang Wan makeup by the way? Say I help you vent your anger...

  He thought so, and of course Wang Daozhong and Lu Shiheng also thought so, so Wang Daozhong winked at Lu Shiheng: "Then just ask Zhao Shaoxia for advice."

   Lu Shiheng secretly thought, I'll just pick you up and vomit blood, and get hurt.

  He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Please Zhao Shaoxia for advice."

  Zhao Changhe weighed the dragon bird, and said expressionlessly: "Be careful."

   Before he finished speaking, he jumped up and slashed furiously with his knife.

  A standard toad jumping style "Gods and Buddhas are scattered", which is almost exactly the same as the knife that jumped from the roof across the street into the backyard of Xiangong Garden to chop Lu Shiheng.

  Lu Shiheng could sense that Zhao Changhe's momentum at this moment was indeed far inferior to that of the previous one.

  Kill here and rest, say it happily, how can it be easy? This kind of consumption, he should go back to meditate and rest at this time.

   Lu Shiheng pulled out his sword with a "choke", and when he faced the knife, he was still thinking about how hard he should use in order to look embarrassed and get hurt a little bit?

  The thought flashed by, and the sword has already met.

  But at this moment, Lu Shiheng suddenly cried out.

   This is not the power chop it should be at all! The strength was so weak that it was almost wiped away, and the saber's posture had changed.

  From the extremely violent wrath of the blood god, to gentle drizzle, blowing into the night with the wind.

   By the time you realize it, the breeze has reached your throat.

  The small building listened to the spring rain all night.

   Tang Wanzhuang, who was on the sidelines, suddenly changed his expression. This move is very hopeful for Tang...

Wang Daozhong obviously saw that something was wrong, so he was about to block it with a single sword. Tang Wanzhuang Chunshui Bibo casually pressed Wang Daozhong, and he couldn't move. ?”

   "I..." Wang Daozhong didn't have time to say anything.

  When these two made moves, of course Lu Shiheng made moves too.

  The sword that originally meant to catch a knife suddenly turned into a torrential rain, covering Zhao Changhe's whole body, trying to force Zhao Changhe back with this routine of perishing, and then make further calculations.

   As a result, Zhao Changhe's saber did not change at all, despite the heavy rain, the breeze still passed through the rain, vowing to take his head.

  Lv Shiheng had no choice but to block his neck with his sword upright, and at the same time use his strength to retreat, just like the replica of when he received Zhao Changhe's knife in Xiangongyuan.

   But he forgot one thing.

  His original sword had been broken at that time. This is a temporary new sword, and the quality of the previous sword is incomparable.

  If the treasured sword can barely hold back Shi Mo, then this new sword is like a piece of paper, unable to block at all.

   With a sound of "clang", Longque cut off the long sword and cut his throat by the way.

  Slivers of blood sprayed out from his throat, like the patter of rain at night, blown away by the wind.

   "Bang", Lu Shiheng fell to the sky with his eyes open, dying with regret.

This seemingly violent Zhao Changhe turned out to be so insidious. He agreed to take a slash, but changed his tactics temporarily... He didn't want to vent his anger at all. He wanted to kill people from the very beginning, in front of the people face!

  Wang Daozhong was furious: "Zhao Changhe! You dare to kill the imperial prefect! You want to create..."

"What?" Zhao Changhe turned his head and said calmly: "I am also a Jade Card agent of Zhenma Division. I am not as powerful as his prefect, but my rank is not inferior at all. He needs to wait for the court to decide if he is guilty. Whether Zhao is guilty or not, please let me know." Mr. Wang reported it to the court, and I will wait for the court to review it slowly."

   Wang Daozhong was so angry that he couldn't speak: "You..."

   "Don't you like to hear this kind of talk, don't you? I don't like it either. Then why did you just tell me this shit?"

"you…"

"Forget you, me, mine, let me change it." Zhao Changhe stared into his eyes, and said slowly: "The two ends of the head rat, betraying the country for selfishness, this person will not die, and there will be endless disasters. I am a bandit, wait If you can't get your trial... kill it, kill it, how do you treat it?"

  The long knife is horizontal to the side of the body, and the blood from the blade is dripping, bit by bit.

  The evil spirit in his eyes was still there, and the soul of Renbang was condensed. Wang Daozhong found that he was actually intimidated by his courage.

  A golden light suddenly appeared in the sky.

   "On February 2nd, the dragon raises its head."

   "Desperate for impermanence to rest here and enter Xiangyang, Zhao Changhe led a surprise attack, pierced through the army formation, and beheaded here among the thousands of people, blood stained their robes, and thousands of troops were terrified."

   "Xiangyang was besieged, and when Zhao Changhe's blood was still weak, he invited Lu Shiheng, the sword of Xiaoxiang, to fight. He cut off his head with one knife, but the king's way was blocked but failed."

   "In an instant, even the killing list, the ground list lost its voice, and everyone was shocked."

   "The list of people has changed."

   "Forty-four on the list, blood Shura Zhao Changhe!"

   "Impermanence is here, and the night rain in Xiaoxiang stopped suddenly. The sake in the pot is not cold, and the head of the knife is still bloody."

   It is late at night, and many people in the world are fast asleep.

  Everyone who hasn't slept will raise their heads and make a slip of the tongue, shocking the world.

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  (end of this chapter)

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