The sword marks of the Quliang Wharf are mottled, and the damage is serious everywhere, and the Quliang Wharf is no longer usable. As the only river channel in Zhongzhou to transport grain and grass into Nanzhou, Quliang Wharf is very important, but the location of the wharf is not much because of the lack of troops in Zhongzhou.

The wharf was destroyed, and the soldiers stationed at the Quliang Wharf found 36 corpses, 24 of which were dressed in Taoist robes and 12 in plain clothes, with incense scars on their heads.

Who in the world does not know the Tianshan Taoist Temple and Lanruo Temple, the disciples of the two factions died at the dock, and the garrison generals did not dare to slack off, and quickly put the Tianshan disciples and Lanruo monks dead at the dock to play the court.

The grain and herbs that urgently need to be transported to the front line cannot be docked, and the Quliang Wharf is in a dilemma in the face of the change of grain and grass and the death of the disciples of the two factions, not knowing what to do, waiting for the instructions of the imperial court.

After all, for a small Quliang wharf guard, delaying the military plane and destroying the traces delayed the two factions to find the murderer, he couldn't afford either, and he could only urge the court to do it one by one.

Outside the city of Qianling, 60,000 Janissaries fought against 20,000 Gang Army, tragic and tragic, the Nine Princes took the lead, the golden armor appeared, and the blood of the Nine Princes was most wanted to be stained with thousands of knives and axes, and the Nine Princes in the eyes of the Gang Army were fame and fortune, rich and rich in the world, every drop of blood was ten thousand taels of gold, and every knife could be promoted to one level.

Although the moth fights the fire knows that it is a dead end, the huge temptation has always attracted the outlaw army to go forward and follow.

The battlefield formed a peculiar ring shape, with the Nine Princes as the center, surrounded by layers of black disciple troops, outside this layer of black disciples is the light feather guard led by Chuan He, desperately fighting, protecting the safety of the nine sons is their mission, so they are the fastest pace of impact, but the casualties are also the largest, and the five hundred light feather guards rushed into the people left are less than three hundred.

And outside the light feather guard, there are layers of black disciple army, and these black disciples are fighting with the disciples of the moon spring, the mecha of the disciples of the moon spring is tough, and the black army is difficult to pierce, but the disciples of the moon spring want to kill the black army is also more difficult, the two sides are almost in a stalemate, and outside the disciples of the moon spring, there are layers of black disciple army, and these people are confronting the 60,000 janissaries, outside the 60,000 janissaries are the fallen people, the ring is gradually shrinking, but the ring of corpses is gradually expanding, and the blood-soaked circle is like ink dripping on rice paper, wantonly expanding their territory。

The corpses outside the ring are paved layer by layer, and in the center of the ring, the ring built by the corpses is getting higher and higher, and for these black disciples, from childhood to adulthood, every day is they fighting, every time they defeat the strong, defeat the god of death, the strength of the nine princes is undoubted, but in the eyes of these black disciples, just like the enemy who fought hard with them when they were children, no matter how strong they are, they will one day fall, and when all the power is finally exhausted, the more difficult it is to obtain, the more blood will be paid, and the life devoured will be endless, this truth has long been ingrained in them。

They have only endless greed in their hearts, never fear, they do everything they can to plunder, cherish every moment of time to enjoy, there is never a future in their hearts, only the present, to live, to plunder, to enjoy, to die.

Therefore, they never need kindness, they don't need humanity, and they don't care about accusations and infamy, all the things that are illusory to them, all they need is indulgence and enjoyment in a race against time.

The deterrence of the Nine Princes has long been numb in their eyes, and someone will pick them up when one person falls, until the Nine Princes fall or when they have no one to replace, this fight will not stop, but these people can always maintain a hideous smile on their faces when they die, that smile is shocked and resentful, every hideous smile falls, and a layer of hazy depression and hatred will envelop their heads.

The tragedy of the Praetorian Guards is admirable, but the tragedy of the gangsters is terrifying, the darkness of the cycle, the endless abyss, the fear of their empty and empty life, their life is simple, cruel, short, empty, and that fear will always suppress the sympathy and pity that should have risen.

A tower of death with corpses piled up gradually formed on the battlefield, and the soldiers on the periphery slowly approached the center, but the closer they got to the center, the more corpses would fall, and at this time, there were no less than a thousand corpses lying at the feet of Jiugongzi, and Jiugongzi stood on top of the corpse peak, as if he was standing on the spire of this superimposed corpse.

However, at this time, there was a smile on the face of the Disciple Army, because the ninth prince was holding the sword on one knee, panting and sweating.

The spoils of war, the exhausted prey, and the high-ranking officials are not far from these people. The corners of Jiugongzi's mouth are also hooked, supporting Yu Hong, standing up straight, his voice sneering reveals a chill to the bone, the black army rushed up, the sword flew up in the air, and the corners of Jiugongzi's mouth chuckled: "Yao Yu Qiankun!" "The scorching sun and the sunset are steaming, everything is withering, the scorching sun is scorching, the scorching sun is the environment, the light of the scorching sun is the meaning, the drought attacks the wind and the ground cracks and dries, and all things are not born.

Within the sword realm, hundreds of disciples disappeared, the hands of the nine princes trembled, and the sword fell to the ground.

The power of this sword could not stop the pace of the gangsters, and the gangsters fell to the ground, and the gangsters rose to the wind. Looking at the gangsters who rushed up, there was always a voice in Jiugongzi's heart urging him.

Father-in-law Su, Chu Qing and Jiu Wei saw Jiu Gongzi struggling. They weren't worried about the gangsters who rushed up, they were worried about being completely reduced to the indifferent and cruel Nine Princes.

However, the three of them couldn't get close to the Nine Princes at all, and the gangsters who stopped them were not afraid of life and death at all, and they would definitely not let go of any opportunity to kill people.

The corners of Jiugongzi's mouth hooked, raised his head slightly, under the mask, his eyes flashed a trace of red light, more than a dozen black disciples rushed into the nine princes' surroundings, suddenly thousands of thick evil qi, like a sharp cone with a handle, more than ten black disciples hung in the air, Jiu Li evil qi passed through their bodies, held up their bodies, and slowly dispersed, Jiu Gongzi slowly walked down from the ring where the corpses piled up, the black mist was like a starry sky, and in an instant, the figure of the nine princes appeared in the black army, and the iron tree flowers suddenly saw countless Jiuli blades emanating from the body of the nine princes, penetrating their bodies, hanging in the air, like hanging on a tree crumbling ripe fruit, iron trees, falling to the ground and flowering, A corpse of a gangster fell, and the ninth prince returned to the sword and slowly picked it up, and the sword squirmed for a moment, but after a while, it began to be quiet.

A Mo knife suddenly rose, hanging high on his head, Yu Hong flew out, the black shadow flashed, Yu Hong slashed his head, slowly fell, the black shadow appeared, Yu Hong fell into the hands of the nine princes, Mo knives were cut off, and the corpse was separated.

The sound of the battlefield also began to gradually wither, and the little armor slowly gathered around the ninth prince. Remember [Seven or Eight Chinese Network щщщ.78zщ.coм] in one second to read for free without pop-ups!