The wind was high and the night was dark, and screaming. Wei Dachang felt the blood in his body boiling and howling.

More than 40 years ago, the Yuantian Sect was defeated. He fled from Huaiqing Mansion with his father and fled all the way. In less than three years, only more than ten people were left. Wei Dachang saw his father, uncle, younger brother and many believers of the Yuantian Sect died under the swords of the hawks in the court. He had to run farther and deeper.

He lived without a fixed place and was wandering for more than ten years. Finally, he lived in a small village in Mengzhou for more than twenty years. He married and had children and lived a peaceful life. However, in his sleep, his father and others always appeared with blood on his face. He waved his sword to rush towards the Dragon Guards who were covered by Fire Clouds, and died in the battlefield like his father and brother. When he woke up, his tears were hot and his blood was cold.

I thought that the great revenge could no longer be avenged. Until three years ago, someone suddenly found him, carrying the Yuantian Sect’s letter and Brother Liu’s letter. He had a lifetime of grudges and resentment. He did not want to implicate his wife, children, and his family held a funeral for him as he ordered. Seeing his coffin buried in the soil, Wei Dachang smiled at the sky and resolutely followed the visitor to Qingshanshui Village in Bingzhou, carrying the sword "Yinshuang" left to him by his father.

The sword is sharpened like new, and it is not inferior to the Bailian Steel Sword matched by Longwei. The blood splattered on his face was warm. The pleasure brought by the sword cutting into the body made Wei Dachang like a madman. Seeing Longwei fall under his sword one after another, Wei Dachang couldn't help but roar loudly. The roar was like a ghost cry in the night sky, and I don't know how many people's dreams woke up.

"Old Guard, fight quickly." The companion beside him reminded.

In front of me was the lobby of the Longweizhou General Administration of Bingzhou. The pillars in front of the gate were inserted with torches, making a violent sound in the night wind. Wei Dachang just saw someone running into the lobby, and thought that the rest of them were all in the lobby. He gently shook the sword in his hand, and the blood dripped to the ground, the sword was sharp and dazzling.

Stepping into the lobby, more than a dozen Long Weiss dressed in Yun Biao's uniform stood in a semi-arctic shape, holding a crossbow in his hand, aiming at him. Wei Dachang sneered: "Everyone, the deep revenge of the sea of ​​blood must be paid off, so let's start with you."

Shaking his sword, Wei Dachang ignored the crossbow arrow pointing at him and rushed towards Zhang Shantong in the middle. He had been fighting for life, and of course he knew that there was a difference in the clouds that seemed to be the same. The difference was on the clouds that were stepped on by Biao's feet. There were three clouds below the military guards. The four clouds of Zhenwei and the Zhou dynasty were four clouds, the five clouds of Duke Ning Wangxiu, and the four-clawed dragon. Zhang Shantong was not Biao, but four-clawed dragon. Zhang Shantong was obviously the provincial guards. Wei Dachang rushed forward, and the more than ten people behind him were not idle, and each held weapons to find opponents to fight.

"Let it go", with a cold shout, the dragon guards pulled the trigger and the crossbow arrows shot out. More than ten people who came to attack tonight were all old people from the Yuantian Sect, all of whom were very skilled in martial arts, and they were almost the same as those of the dead Qi Kaishan and Chongyun. How could they take mere crossbow arrows into their eyes?

Seeing that the arrow was shot out, Wei Dachang snorted coldly, and the sword in his hand snorted silver light, protecting him like a peacock spreading his tail. "Kuku" the first crossbow arrow shot heavily on the sword body, hitting the sword condensed and shattering the sword screen; the second arrow slightly to the left, Wei Dachang revitalized his sword, chopped it in the middle of the crossbow arrow, and knocked it away; the last crossbow arrow shot in a hurry, and the sword was about to be retracted and resisted. In a hurry, Wei Dachang flashed rapidly, and the crossbow arrow wiped his left rib, which made Wei Dachang sweat in a cold sweat.

"Be careful, this crossbow can fire three arrows in a row," Wei Dachang reminded loudly. However, the crossbows in Long Wei's hand had been fired, forming an airtight rain of arrows, shooting towards the people behind Wei Dachang.

"Ku tuk" sounds constantly, and most crossbow arrows were knocked away or shot in the air. Three people were shot in the arrow, one had a shoulder, one shot in the abdomen, and one shot directly into the front center and killed on the spot.

"Old Niu", Wei Dachang roared, and the familiar pain came out from the depths of his bones, making his eyes burst. No longer looking back, the long sword was towards Zhang Shantong, and the blood could only be repaid by blood.

Seeing that most people avoid crossbow arrows, Zhang Shantong felt a slump. He had personally tried the power of crossbows. He could not escape within ten steps. Most of the murderers in front of him could avoid them, and even use weapons to knock off crossbow arrows. The ability of the group of people in front of him was at least similar to the skills of the worshipper.

There were thirty crossbows, and Zhang Shantong asked each of them to take two. In the first round, Zhang Shantong quickly threw the crossbow in his hand and picked up another crossbow at his feet. The crossbow was heavier, and the other people's reaction was not as fast as his. Most people had not picked up the crossbows, but the enemy had already approached them before they picked up the crossbows.

Screams came one after another, and Zhang Shantong could no longer care about it. He aimed the crossbow in his hand at the figure that was rushing over and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Three crossbow arrows shot out, and the flying figure was obviously ready. He condensed and twisted in the air, and the three sharp arrows left empty.

After smashing the crossbow in his hand at the man, Zhang Shantong pulled out the machete, but instead advanced, he sacrificed his life to cut Wei Dachang. After years of hardships between life and death, Zhang Shantong instinctively knew that only by sacrificing life can one have the possibility of life in this situation.

The sword cut off the soul, Zhang Shantong's sword was taught by experts, and the sword was strong and fierce, and it continued like flowing water. With the lesson of the crossbow just now, Wei Zichang restrained his crazy intentions, and hit the back of the sword with a point of the sword point accurately. Zhang Shantong felt a great force surge from the head of the knife, which made the blade sink, cut off his offensive, and had to withdraw the knife and retreat.

After Wei Dachang hit the knife head, his figure regained his shape and stabbed Zhang Shantong's neck with a long sword. As soon as he touched him, Zhang Shantong knew that his opponent had better skills and eyesight. If he had a fight, he would probably not be his opponent. When he saw the sword stabbing, he would not care about it and cut the steel knife towards Wei Dachang's waist.

"The Desperate." Wei Dachang cursed inwardly, and had to turn his sword to block the sword. The weapons collided and sparks flew everywhere.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves had already faintly heard. Bingzhou Longwei Mansion is located in Wuyang Mansion, the capital of Bingzhou, which is also the Anxi Protectorate. The reactions of officers and soldiers were much faster than those of ordinary state prefectures.

"Old Wei, go quickly."

There were only five people left in the Long Guard who were still resisting in the lobby, but they were surrounded by officers and soldiers if they were delayed. Although Wei Dachang and others had great martial arts skills, they could only feel regretful when they were on the spot when they were raining arrows.

"You retreat first, pick up a few crossbows to bring to Mr. Liu, and I'll come soon." Wei Dachang roared, and the long sword in his hand shone with a pale white sword light. He would not worry about the true energy and cut Zhang Shantong under the sword.

Seeing the sword light nearly a foot long emitted from the tip of the sword, Zhang Shantong was so scared that the dead soul left his body. The steel knife in his hand flew out and stabbed Wei Dachang who was rushing towards him. He was short and didn't care about his face. He rolled around and avoided the court.

Wei Dachang frowned and blocked the long sword in his hand against the long sword that was thrown. The knife was cut into two pieces and fell to the ground. With the blink of an eye, Zhang Shantong had already rolled to the back of the case. This case was made of iron wood, hard and light yellow, and was a gift given to him by Bingzhou Chief Du Ye. It weighed more than 300 kilograms. When he carried it in, the four dragon guards felt it was difficult. He had tried the hardness of the knife back, and after knocking it hard, he only left a faint mark on the table.

At this moment, Zhang Shan was deflated under the case, hoping to carry the enemy's sword. The box where the crossbows was placed was not far away. There were two crossbows in the box. As long as there was a moment of breathing, he could get these two crossbows. The crossbow arrows were activated and the person was invincible. The sound of horse hooves was clearly heard, and even the shouts of officers and soldiers could be heard. Zhang Shantong was confident that he could support the arrival of the troops of the Protectorate's Mansion.

The sword light was like lightning, and it cut off the case without hesitation. Wei Dachang laughed in his heart. The steel under the sword energy was still like soft mud. How could this case block his sword light? The sword energy was on the case, and it was indeed like a broken bamboo. The sword energy broke through the table and penetrated deep into it.

Wei Dachang underestimated the thickness and hardness of the case. The half-foot-thick table top was like hard iron. Although it was easily broken, it also successfully offset the thriving sword energy. The tip of the sword stopped less than half a foot above Zhang Shantong's head.

On the verge of life and death, Zhang Shantong did not hesitate at all. He reached into the box, grabbed a crossbow, stood up suddenly, and pointed the arrow at Wei Dachang three feet away. He withdrew his sword and heard the shouts of officers and soldiers from the yamen. Wei Dachang knew that the opportunity had passed.

"Dog thief, you are lucky, don't let grandpa meet you again." Wei Dachang sneered, with a little toe, and his body flew backwards. When passing by a dragon guard, Wei Dachang's sword flashed, and the dragon guard screamed and was cut into pieces. Zhang Shantong was anxious and the crossbow in his hand was activated. Wei Dachang's body flashed and disappeared outside the lobby door. When Zhang Shantong chased out of the gate, he saw that Wei Dachang had already stepped onto the wall opposite, and he shook it twice and disappeared.

The horses were noisy, and the horse team rushed in. The general led by the leader immediately shouted: "Zhangzhou Tong, what's going on? Where are the thieves?"

Zhang Shantong slashed the knife on the pillar in front of the eaves with aggravated anger and blurted out, "What are you here for? Are you rushing to collect the body? When you come, the thief will go home to sleep."

A large number of officers and soldiers rushed in from outside, blocking the Longwei Prefecture General Administration. Someone quickly rescued the Longwei Palace. Tonight, there were 34 people in the Longwei Palace, and only three were left, with twenty-four people killed, three were slightly injured and four seriously injured, which was a heavy casualty.

The attack on Longwei Mansion was not a trivial matter. Even the Anxi Grand Protector Zhu Xupu was alarmed. Zhu Xupu brought Bingzhou Governor Lu Liangzhen and the disaster relief envoy Duan Cizong to Longwei Mansion. Seeing the tragic scene of casualties, he comforted Zhang Shantong a few words, and then everyone came to the Anxi Grand Protectorate together.

At the end of the third day, it was late at night, and the torches inside and outside the Protectorate Mansion were clear. The general Zhu Xunpu was in the coach hall and listened to Zhang Shantong's introduction to the attack on the Longwei Mansion. Zhang Shantong could not care about the generals of the Protectorate Mansion, but he did not dare to be arrogant in the face of Zhu Xunpu, and told the situation in detail.
Chapter completed!