Chapter 25 Blood-stained Contested Robe (I)

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Lei Zhentian bit his teeth into a "grand" sound, and an uncontrollable bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

He threw away the short-handed mace in his hand, picked up two scimitars from the blood-soaked ground, holding one on each side, and locked into a straight line with sharp eyes.

The battle began in a buzz, amidst the panic and riots.

Outside the city, Mongolian engineers set up catapults, giant crossbows and siege tubes and other siege equipment, and opened fire fiercely at the entire Yu Longjiechi.

Yulong Jiechi's defenders were unwilling to surrender, and they fought back tenaciously. In an instant, crossbow arrows and huge rocks flew across the sky.

The turbulent oil cylinder kept flaming, whistling and intertwining over this bridge that was temporarily forgotten by the Mongolian army.

The heavy rocks, crossbow arrows with fire, and burning tincture oil poured towards the entire Yulongjiechi.

The scene is completely the legendary end of the world - the anger from the sky, descending death; the meteorites and fire descending from the sky, destroying all creatures.

At the same time, the Khwarezmians on the Amu River Bridge were frightened. At this critical moment of life and death, they only saw a phantom, instantly scraping across the other side of the bridge from one side of the bridge.

Wherever they passed, the heads and limbs were thrown away, and the elite Khwarezmian cavalry crowded with the bridge were slaughtered like pigs and sheep.

The first general Khwarezm and the hundreds of cavalry behind him turned into piles of bloody bodies in the blink of an eye.

This scared the rest of the people, and a few of them turned around and ran to the rear of Yulongjie Chicheng without any effort.

Skill - Tornado Slash is activated, and more than half of its physical strength is consumed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Lei Zhentian was like a bloody man standing alone at the bridge, but scared nearly a thousand Khwarezm knights and countless Khwarezm infantrymen, who were stunned and did not dare to make any progress.

Without the Spartan Blade, only two scimitars were used to launch the skill whirlwind slash. Although the results of the battle were amazing, it still caused him a heavy blow.

During the whirlwind slash, Lao Lei was hit by a war horse in his chest, and his arms and thighs were each stabbed.

Lei Zhentian leaned slightly to the left, showing his attempt to balance his body. At this moment, he felt his head swelling, his chest hurt, and his legs could no longer be lifted.

"Stop? No!—!"

"As long as there is still a breath, I will never give up!"

The brain issued instructions clearly, forcing Lao Lei to move his steps forward...

The sweat on the forehead has already wet the hair into strands, and the beads of sweat flow from the forehead to the mouth is bitter and astringent.

Suddenly, a strange and ferocious smile climbed onto the corner of his mouth—

Lao Lei suddenly remembered that since he experienced the second physical transformation and reached the perfect system, he always looked forward to trying the moment he broke through the limit of physical fitness, but now he has really tasted it, it is bitter and astringent.

Unfortunately, strictly speaking, this body is not his own.

Both scimitars in his hand were wiped out, and there was nothing in his hand. Facing the current Khwarezmian man, Lao Lei held his breath, bent his hands into an arc, then pounced forward, twisted his hands quickly, and the other party's head turned 180 degrees, and a bright red spilled out from the corner of his mouth. He first knelt on the ground, and then slowly fell down.

The smoke of gunpowder is accompanied by the smell of blood, stimulating everyone's nasal cavity.

"The Mongols are indeed demons from the abyss."

Looking at the bloody scene in front of me in a daze, it seemed as if my throat was dry. Many Khwarezmians opened their mouths as big as the mouth of the box and swallowed their saliva into their stomachs one after another.

The Khwarezmians once heard rumors that the Mongols were all a group of butchers from hell and could not defeat them at all.

Before the war, many Khwarezmians did not believe it, and until now, they saw a terrifying scene with their own eyes that made them believe it.

"Summon the Shield of Destruction!——!"

"Activate the skill whirlwind slash!——!"

Seeing that the Khwarezm cavalry drove away the dense infantry and stepped onto the bridge again, Lei Zhentian, who was alone, had a grim smile on his face.

If you don’t see it moving, you will hear it first.

The blood-colored figure, like a whirlwind, passed through the crowd again. The blade light that was rotating left and right seemed to be drawing with blood.

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It has been five hours since we stepped into the epic battlefield.

Seeing that there was still three hours of survival, Lao Lei raised his scimitar and fell down, stretched out his right hand to do the same movement, and his feet kept shaking. He was doing a "tumbler" position, and then he did a "push-up" position. He was already exhausted! He needed a rest.

Just in the Khwarezm cavalry, they moved forward tentatively, waved their weapons together, and in the blink of an eye, they wanted to chop Lei Zhentian into a bargain.

suddenly--

The shouts of killing were shocking the sky and the earth, and even the birds dared not stop flying within dozens of miles.

As the heavy footsteps gradually approached, the mounts of the Khwarezm knights were the first to feel the arrival of danger. They sniffled their hooves and made waves of uneasy screams.

The Khwarezmian tried to shoot Lao Lei with his bow and arrow, but the existence of the fifth-level destruction shield guarded his last line of defense of life.

At this critical moment, with a loud roar, Yulong Jiechi's city gate finally opened completely.

The one who attacked Yulong Jiechi this time was no longer the Mongolian warriors who abandoned horses and crossed the city walls, but the 50,000 Mongolian cavalry roaring.

Then, the Mongolian iron tools quickly killed the bridge, and arrows and stones all over the sky flew together, finally defeating the last psychological defense line of the Khwarezmians.

Taking advantage of the hazy dusk, 50,000 Mongolian iron tools that rushed into the city gate began to plunder and massacre Yulongjie Chi City.

Seeing that the hope of defending the city was very slim, the defenders and civilians in Yulongjie Chi City were all in extreme panic. They knew that after the Mongols attacked the city, they would kill them all. And they had no choice but to start street fighting and fight with the Mongols until the last trace of blood flowed into their bodies.

"I can't die, countdown, there are two hours left..."

Lei Zhentian kept cheering himself up in his heart. He was wounded countless times in his knife, making Lao Lei look very nervous. Looking at the piece of intestines exposed on his belly, Lao Lie widened his eyes and stared at the small piece of red and soft thing intently. "What, it's really ugly!"

He gritted his teeth, pinched the other end with one hand, and stuffed it back. Then he tore off a velvet cloth and tightened his belly. He didn't care about other wounds at all, and was still bleeding outwards.
Chapter completed!