There are constant news of death.

That night, under the cover of heavy rain, a game of fighting and escape was staged in some corners of the city.

No one expected that Zhao Langjiang would fall into the trap. He knew that he had set up a net of heaven and earth here and came on his own initiative, but his purpose was just to fight.

They even didn't expect that Zhao Langjiang, who had always made perfect plans, would be poisoned by the Viagra, and his skills would be greatly reduced before the duel.

Whether it is the people in the world, the King of Shu or the King of Yu, the soldiers of him have had the opportunity to kill Zhao Langjiang for the first time in these years, and everyone is in a state of madness.

Zhao Langjiang continued to break through, and the news of his worsening injuries came. They saw hope. In their eyes, Zhao Langjiang was already a battle of trapped beasts at this time.

Yinyang City, the God of War in the Western Front, and the King of Golden Swords. No matter how dazzling these names are, they are deified, Zhao Langjiang is ultimately alone.

If you are a person, you will make mistakes. If you make mistakes, you will die.

Outside the city, the sound of drums shook the sky.

The people who didn't know why even thought that an enemy was attacking, but they didn't know that the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties had such a big stir tonight, just for one person.

The heavy rain gradually stopped.

The dark clouds dissipated, revealing a bright moon. In the city, there was a sense of coldness and solemnity.

The Scouts rebooted again, and the scouts walking in the corners kept conveying information to the Scouts through flags and secret words, and then spread throughout the city through the sound of drums.

Ten thousand soldiers and 50,000 surrounded Kaifeng Prefecture into a scattered iron bucket, and even a mosquito could not fly out. The remaining 50,000 people sneaked into Kaifeng City, scattered in every corner of the city.

Once Zhao Lianjiang was found, the officers and soldiers fired several rounds of volleys, dragging Zhao Lianjiang with saturation attacks, and the masters of the martial arts and lakes spread throughout the city rushed to help quickly.

With the help of the White Horse Gang Yang Xueqiong's identity as a gangster, Xiao Jinyan and others were able to move around Kaifeng City. However, when they learned that there were 50,000 soldiers in the city chasing Zhao Lianjiang, Xiao Jinyan was also a little surprised.

In the southeast direction, there are arrows that penetrate the clouds.

When Xiao Jinyan and others rushed over, only a dozen bodies were left at the scene, and dozens of injured people from the martial arts world were left.

One person said: "The bandit was stabbed several times and fled eastward."

Xiao Jinyan checked the man's wound and looked at Li Qingcheng, and saw that the other party was worried. Zhao Langjiang was really in danger now.

If it were usual, it would be almost impossible to keep a living mouth under the knife.

Now he can only escape by hurting the enemy. No one knows how long this kind of pursuit will last.

As he arrived, Xiao Jinyan suddenly asked, "Where is the place further east?"

Yang Xueqiong asked, "Why is this problem?"

From the old archway to the Zhuangyuan Bridge, and from Jinshui Street, they rushed from west to east. The officers and soldiers set up heavy defenses, but after observing along the way, there were heavy armored soldiers in the west, north and south directions, and crossbow archers guarded them, but in the east direction, the deployment of troops was relatively weak.

Li Qingcheng said, "Catch rabbits."

Yang Xiling asked, "What does it mean?"

Li Qingcheng asked back, "When you catch rabbits in winter, you will lay the nets on three sides, and then everyone will rush to chase and bite them with a dog. The rabbit has nowhere to escape, so you will run wildly to the place where there are the least crowded, and there is a net waiting for them."

Yang Xueqiong instantly understood what they meant.

Hundreds of people from the world, and 50,000 officers and soldiers, drove Zhao Langjiang to the east of the city like a rabbit.

She said, "From the east, it's Daxiangguo Temple."

At this time, the sound of drums on the tower suddenly became rapid, and countless people in the world and soldiers and horses in the entire city began to move eastward gradually.

And the direction is Daxiangguo Temple.

Daxiangguo Temple, located in the east of Kaifeng Prefecture, was built in Northern Qi Dynasty and was named after the reign of Emperor Ruizong of Tang Dynasty. It has a history of thousands of years.

When Xiao Jinyan and others arrived at Daxiangguo Temple, the monks in the temple had already been disbanded.

There are three floors outside the temple and three floors outside, surrounded by officers and soldiers. The front row is heavy armored soldiers, holding shields, and behind them is crossbowmen.

Countless heroes from the world gathered in front of the main entrance, and were discussing and quarreling.

"The bandits are now trapped in the temple. As long as we put down our grudges and rush in together, even if Zhao Langjiang has three heads and six arms, he will not be our opponent."

"Even if Zhao Langjiang is killed, who is the one million taels of silver? Who is the official title that the court promised to reward? How do you calculate the brothers who died and injured in this battle?"

Originally, these people came from all over the world, and no one obeyed each other, and the Yellow River Gang leader who organized this martial arts conference was the leader.

Boss Fan is dead. Today, everyone is fighting like headless flies, and the losses are heavy. But once they get together, they start verbal disputes.

A middle-aged man said, "Everyone, I have a word."

When Xiao Jinyan saw this person, he wondered, it was Zostein again, why did this guy not die yet?

Someone said coldly, "If you want to be the leader of Zuoqian, forget it. Ten years ago, people from the eight major sects believed you, but they all died in Shaolin Temple a hundred miles away."

Zuostein said, "Actually, that matter has nothing to do with me."

Everyone accused Zuo Stein of no argument and inexplicably took the blame for the catastrophe in Shaolin Temple.

Some people also said, "After all, he is the former leader of the martial arts world, so you might as well listen to him."

Li Qingcheng looked at Xiao Jinyan and laughed in a low voice, "Former martial arts leader, tsk tsk...you two are walking together."

Xiao Jinyan smiled awkwardly, "Can it be the same?"

Li Qingcheng said, "I really don't understand what it is to guard that breaking formation. If it were me, I would have slashed it with one sword. What would this world look like?

Fortunately, they hid in the corner of the crowd and did not attract everyone's attention.

Zuostein said brightly, "Tonight, almost all the experts in our entire world gather here. Last time we were beaten up by the old thief of the human world, we can't repeat the same mistake this time."

"Ph, ph, crow's mouth."

"Tell the point."

Zuostein said, "The bandit Zhao Langjiang is now in the Daxiangguo Temple. There are 451 people registered for this demon-slaughtering conference. As of now, 137 people have been killed in battle, and good results have been achieved."

Someone sneered, "If you die another 314 people, it will be perfect."

"You're good at arithmetic!"

Zostein continued, "Now the bandits are at the end of their strength, and they will die in our hands tonight. I suggest that we will kill together later. If a brother is unfortunately killed in battle, each person will get one thousand taels of aftermath. How can we share the remaining silver with those who eliminate demons and defend the way in the world?"

"Silver is divided equally, how do you calculate the titles awarded by the court?"

Zuostein said, "Aren't our martial arts conference postponed? After the devils are eliminated, we will compete for martial arts and swords, and we will select a new martial arts leader, and he will inherit the title. How about it?"

"I don't agree!" said one person, "It's only a thousand taels that you die. When you fight fiercely, someone will be hiding in the corner to grind foreigners, and finally steal the fruits of victory. Mr. Zuo's method is inappropriate."

"What do you think?"

The humane said, "I am only responsible for singing the opposite tune, and as for the solution, I don't care."

Zostein wants to kill him. How could such a person who is invincible and who is strong on the outside but also has a strong man, join the Demon Elimination Conference?

Someone shouted, "It's better to do this. According to the distribution of credit, those who cut off Zhao Langjiang's head will be divided into 300,000 taels. Those who seize the golden sword will be divided into 200,000 taels. Those who cause heavy damage will be severely affected will be divided into 50,000 taels. How about the rest?

This method is good!

Everyone agreed.

A general said to everyone, "If you don't attack, we will take action."

At this time, the temple gate was wide open.

Zhao Langjiang stood in the yard with a golden knife in his hand, and said sternly: "Mr. Zhao's head is here again, and he is not afraid of the dead, just come and get it!"

The originally noisy crowd was silent in an instant.

Just now, the crowd was in a passionate manner and wanted to rush in, kill demons and eliminate demons, and make great achievements. However, when facing this demon king who killed people without blinking, no one dared to take action first.

In the back row, Li Qingcheng heard the sound and showed a hint of doubt.

Seeing this, the general surrounding the temple said quickly: "Shoot the arrow!"

Hundreds of long arrows roared up and shot towards the Daxiangguo Temple. The rain of arrows covered the sky and rushed towards the ground like locusts, and it was covered in darkness.

Zhao Langjiang let out a long roar.

The long sword in his hand formed countless golden lights, and the sharp sword intent enveloped his entire body.

Ding Ding Ding!

Arrows shot towards Zhao Langjiang, broke one after another, and fell to the ground.

The general was unmoved and issued orders over and over again. Soon, seven or eight rains of arrows had passed, and this was the rhythm of intending to exhaust Zhao Langjiang to death.

puff!

Finally, an arrow shot Zhao Lianjiang's calf.

Seeing this, the heroes refused to come again when they could not miss the opportunity and shouted, "Slay the demons and defend the way, subdue demons and eliminate demons, just tonight! Go!"

More than 300 people flocked to the Daxiangguo Temple.

Someone rushed through the main entrance.

Some people also use their light skills to climb over the wall.

Xiao Jinyan took out a piece of silver from his arms.

It was the one in the study of Boss Fan of the Yellow River Gang. He asked Li Qingcheng, "I remember that the Zhuquefang in Yinyang City also cast official silver?"
To be continued...