"The Camp Gate Opened by Nine Masters" "Nine masters have seized the front village" At the beginning of the war of the "Nine Masters", Lu Fangyuan was awakened from his sleep by the sound of horns.
However, it took him long enough to figure out what the minions who had come to report were shouting.
"How can it be that the surname Cheng clearly has an appointment with me first" Picking up the front placket of the nearest minion to him, he roared hysterically.
"The surname Cheng is actually treacherous" All the accusations are conclusive, and Cheng Mingzhen did join forces with Julu Ze to avenge Zhang Jincheng.
But everyone in the tent, including Lu Fangyuan himself, didn't feel justified.
Before being betrayed by Cheng Mingzhen, they didn't know how many times they had betrayed others.
Every time, he can find good reasons for his actions, and never think that promises need to be kept.
Now, Cheng Mingzhen has repaid them with the same means.
Those who are deceived can only blame themselves for negligence, and there is absolutely no reason to complain.
"Big boss, let's go quickly, stay in Qingshan without fear of no firewood" I can't bear Lu Fangyuan to continue to waste time on inconsequential issues, and the hall master Lu Xuan shouted loudly.
In terms of seniority, he is Lu Fangyuan's nephew.
So no matter how angry Lu Fangyuan was, he couldn't kill him.
Leaving the minion in his hand who was almost strangled unconscious, he glared and shouted, "Go, why should I go."
Others are afraid of that kid, but I am not afraid of him.
Beat the drums, let the brethren come closer to me, and I will take you to meet the surname Cheng."
Although he said it bravely, the next move of his hands and feet exposed his inner weakness.
Holding it upright, he was about to rush out of the door, poking two holes in the sleeping tent, only to suddenly realize that it was crossed again, and stuck in the door again.
Without waiting for Lu Fangyuan to adjust his mentality, another cronie covered in blood stumbled into his sleeping tent, covering his stomach with his hands, and screamed: "Big, big boss, run."
Mo Dao Team, Mo Dao Team is coming to you" "Mo Dao Team" Lu Fangyuan is a little familiar with this term, but he can't remember what it is.
Reaching out and grabbing the shoulders of his cronies, "What Mo Dao team, you can make it clear" Without any further response, the cronie collapsed at his hands, eyes still wide open and blood drained.
A two-foot-long gash was exposed under the torn armor, and the muscles rolled like the scarlet lips of the devil.
Rao is used to seeing life and death, and the generals in the tent still feel a tumbling in their stomachs.
It's too vicious, the enemy's weapons are too vicious.
In the middle of the day, even if he escapes death on the spot, the blood in his whole body will flow from the wound afterwards, and there is no cure.
"Kill Lu Fangyuan and avenge the big boss.
Irrelevant people get out of the way" The shouts became clearer and clearer, announcing the approach of the enemy army.
Lu Fangyuan wiped the corners of his mouth vigorously and strode out of the account with a long lance.
Stationed near the tent are his henchmen, and he will not be easily frightened by a few words from the enemy.
As long as the brothers can stand up for about half an hour, I believe that Yang Baiyan, who is close at hand, will not come to pick up the bargain.
Although letting Yang Baiyan sit on the fisherman's advantage is not necessarily of any benefit to Lu Fangyuan himself.
But being able to drag Cheng Mingzhen to destroy together is enough to make him feel happy.
"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, and order the brothers to move closer to the big boss" Seeing that the boss insisted on refusing to escape, the hall master Lu Xuan had to give an order on his behalf.
"Woo woo woo" The fierce horn sound sounded from the Chinese army, like a beast falling into a trap, and let out an unwilling wail.
The dead soldiers of the Lu family's army, who were fighting separately, abandoned their opponents and companions, dragged their weapons and ran to the direction where the horn sounded.
The big boss is still there, and the big boss can always come up with a way to survive.
Even if the big boss can't think of a way, Cheng Mingzhen is mainly going to him, and there is no need for everyone to die in a place where the big boss can't see.
In an instant, more than 300 cronies gathered in front of Lu Fangyuan.
There were more cronies running from afar, chasing the vicious Xuzhou army behind them.
"Lu Jun, you go and answer it, don't let the brothers be killed and scattered" Lu Fangyuan cheered up, planning to fight the trapped beast.
"Lu Jiang, you take a few people to search the back village, don't let the enemy copy it from behind" "Follow me" Lu Jun, who was as simple on the outside as he was on the inside, held a long lance in his hand and led more than 100 guards to rush towards the enemy.
The relatively clever Lu Jiang rolled his eyes, and instantly understood what Lu Fangyuan meant.
"I'll inform you with a horn, third uncle, be careful" "Go, go," Lu Fangyuan waved his hand impatiently.
At the moment of the great enemy, an unorganized escape will only become the target of the opponent's rangers.
First fool some people to send them to death and block the enemy Feng Sakura.
Then take advantage of the stalemate between the two armies to escape, so that the certainty of saving your life will be greater.
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As he spoke, Lu Jun and more than 100 guards had already made contact with the enemy.
He was skilled in martial arts and cut down two enemy soldiers in a row.
While blocking the third person, the situation in front of him suddenly changed.
The sergeants scattered to both sides like waves, letting out a group of strong men wearing heavy armor and holding seven-foot long knives.
The Modao team didn't need to be introduced by others, so Lu Jun matched the weapon with the new term he had just heard.
I saw that the slowly approaching long knife was as cold as frost and as bright as lightning.
The blades more than four feet long slashed down from mid-air, and in an instant, all the Lu family's minions who couldn't escape were cut into pieces.
Several of the Lu family's dead soldiers formed a small formation, back to back, trying to block the other party's advance.
A Mo knife slashed from top to bottom, another slashed from shoulder to back, the third swept across, and the fourth only ran to the knee.
The white blades and blood flew together, and the screams were endless.
It was just one round, and the dead were completely dead.
The heavily armored Mo knife hand stepped over their corpses, the blade raised vertically, and pushed forward without hurry.
In the blink of an eye, more than thirty of Lu Jun's brothers had already been killed.
The survivors remembered the ordinary accumulated affection between them and the main general, and insisted on not retreating.
But the morale was obviously gone, and the hands that held the weapons trembled incessantly.
People who can be promoted to be pro-soldiers are all good players.
Not only is he physically strong, but his courage is far beyond what anyone else can match.
None of them can be considered afraid of death, but the tragic scene created by the Mo Dao team is more terrible than death.
It wasn't a gang of people, it was a rattling killing machine.
No, specifically, it should be a corpse shredding machine.
I don't know if the demon created it and released it into the human world.
Blood is the grease that lubricates it, and bones are the bluestone that sharpens it.
The more people you kill, the more powerful and skillful it becomes.
No matter who rushes forward, they will only end up in pieces.
"Lao Tzu fought with you," Lu Fangyuan's eyes were red when he saw it, and he gritted his teeth and roared.
Swinging the knife to force his opponent away, he crashed headlong into the Mo knife in Wu Tianxi's palm.
"Fight" Like the dead soldiers of the Lu family army who had been awakened from a nightmare, they screamed miserably, and followed behind Lu Fangyuan, like moths to a fire.
Wu Tianxi admired their bravery very much, but they failed to delay the operation of the Mo Dao Formation.
The three Mo knife men in front stepped forward and used their long blades to force the "suicide" person.
The Mo knife hand on the flank pushed diagonally and flat, and the second row of Mo knife hands handed the weapon in his hand from under the elbow of the robe, sweeping the enemy's rib armor.
The third row and the fourth platoon marched forward step by step according to the skillful formation rehearsed in advance, without hurrying or slow.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and severed limbs and broken armor fell to the ground.
The dead soldiers of the Lu family army either failed in the battle, or they were so frightened that they threw away their weapons and fled into the distance.
After a while, Lu Jun was the only one left in the knife bush, and there were twenty wounds on his body, large and small, bleeding.
"Good man, you have come down" Wu Tianxi put away the head of the knife and advised with a little respect.
"Abandon the knife" "Abandon the knife" With Wu Tianxi's movements, the Mo knife soldiers quickly withdrew the weapons in their hands and drank in a circle.
Their role is to kill, but they don't want to kill indiscriminately, especially against opponents who have courage, skill, and respect.
"No" Lu Jun shook his head slightly, blood gushing out of his mouth.
In the moment of the fight just now, he slashed at least forty times, but failed to cut down a single opponent.
On his own body, I don't know how many times I have been beaten.
If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a cold-forged monkey armor, he would have become the other party's minced meat along with his brothers.
"Give him a good time" Wu Tianxi glanced at his opponent again and ordered in a deep voice.
With the enemy chieftain at hand, he had no more time to delay, and the only respect he could give to his opponent was to keep him alive with the dignity of death.
The two Mo knife hands stepped forward together, and the knife flashed.
Lu Jun, who had no strength to resist, supported himself with his weapon and turned his head to look back.
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At the moment when the blade entered his body, he saw his clan uncle surrounded by his own soldiers and fled to the back village.
This is the result that has been guessed for a long time.
He closed his eyes, satisfied.
"Lu Fangyuan ran away, Lu Fangyuan ran away" Xiong Kuohai, who was advancing hand in hand with Wu Tianxi, was the first to discover the changes in the enemy's situation and loudly reported to the whole army.
"Grandma's, shameless" Wu Tianxi was so angry when he heard this.
In his imagination, since he was also one of Juluze's former family members, Lu Fangyuan's skills were not as good as Cheng Mingzhen's, at least he would create some trouble for himself like Cheng Mingzhen did when he met him.
In this way, he can try the power of the newly formed Modao team on Lu Fangyuan and make up for his regret of being defeated by Cheng Mingzhen.
But Lu Fangyuan didn't give him this opportunity at all.
Regardless of the fact that Pao Ze was desperate for him, he took the lead in jumping on the back of the fleeing horse.
The Mo Dao soldiers were wearing heavy armor, how could they catch up with the shameless people who fled lightly "Lu Fangyuan ran away, what are you still fighting.
Put down your weapons, don't blame the past" Duan Qing and others also arrived one after another, and found that the main owner had fled, so they hurriedly reported the news to the whole army.
"Lu Fangyuan ran away, brothers, come down, the nine masters will not treat you badly" Wang Fei brought a group of brothers and shouted in unison.
Reminded by the shout, Wu Tianxi finally realized that the head gong that he almost got in his hands flew away from his eyes because of his own thoughts.
His heart was full of anger, "Chop up all those who refuse to put down their weapons" He shouted, carrying a Mo knife and rushing to the last stubborn resistant, his hand was up and down, and blood was flying
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