The sky is blue in the night sky, and thunder suddenly pops up.

There was no one under the general's grave - as for how many people were hidden in the darkness, Zhao Xiongzi didn't know, nor did he want to know, and it didn't matter how many people were in his eyes.

If you really want to leave, can six thousand people stop me?

Lin'an, who can fight for the many masters, is not afraid of these clowns who jumped into the fishing city?

A heroic figure is a cool person.

The general's tomb guardian was King Kun back then.

At this moment, Fang Tian’s painting halberd was raised, looking around, and laughing with a heroic spirit, "You are the ghosts and monsters, come out."

Li Ruyu, who was hiding in the darkness, pressed his sword and was about to come out.

He was pulled by Yan Qing beside him, shook his head, indicating that the time was not right.

Of course, Your Majesty's desire to kill one person with 6,000 is not an exaggeration. At this moment, except for a thousand soldiers guarding the city to prevent the Northern Barbarians from attacking at night, the remaining five thousand soldiers were unsheathed and were silently waiting in the streets and alleys on the general's tomb.

Xiahou Chi, the leader of the army.

And I and Li Ruyu are those two swords.

But before you draw the sword, you should draw the sword first.

Yan Qing had never seen Li Ruyu's swordsmanship, but he saw him practicing, drawing swordsmanship, chopping swordsmanship, and repeating, simple and impetuous, but the young man enjoyed it, as if he was practicing advanced swordsmanship.

Yan Qing was a little uncertain.

Your Majesty believes that this young man can use such a simple technique of drawing swords and chopping swords to kill Zhao Sa?

Li Ruyu retreated.

Before coming here, Yan Qing finally told the truth. The person who wanted to kill was now Zhao Xiongzi, the tomb guardian of the general's grave, and his real name was Zhao Sa.

This is a secret history.

Not many people in the people know about the spectacular incident of Zhao Sa turning into a white tiger bathing in thunder and fighting out of Lin'an City. Only in the second year of Yong'an, Zhao's family told the world that King Kun Zhao Sa was sick and the imperial physician was unable to treat it.

Li Ruyu didn't know either.

But he was willing to kill the empress because Yan Qing reposted the empress's words: Zhao Sa will not die, and when the prince Zhao Yan divides his power, he will rise up. At that time, the Western army of King Qian Zhao Li, the old party of King Kun who lurks in the court and the country responds. The world of Daliang will be devastated. If the northern barbarians take advantage of the situation to invade the south, the mountains and rivers will sink and the people will have no life.

Li Ruyu is not a Bodhisattva.

But people.

Although I think this is a bit alarmist, it makes sense.

So, kill.

Li Ruyu never thought that his faint and cold murderous intention was affected by the tangible substance in his mind.

But I was helpless when I thought about it.

Bai Qi's heart is in his mind, tangible but not material, and it cannot be removed.

In the darkness, the first knife comes on.

Next is the second knife.

The third knife.

Countless knifes.

The sword is bright, and the general's grave is about to be in front of the dark general's grave. If you look from the extremely high and far sky, it will look like countless stars shining and gathering into several galaxies.

The Galaxy pointed directly at the tomb guardian in front of the general's tomb.

No one speaks.

Those who killed the tomb guards will be promoted to three levels in a row, and will be transferred to Hejian Mansion overnight, and will be rewarded with silver and tens of thousands of gold.

Man dies of money.

Besides, after being transferred overnight, you don’t have to guard the Fishing City.

I wonder if the Northern Barbarians will survive the day after the attack on the city.

Everyone wants to live.

So a blade light moved forward, and the sharp blade body reflected a pair of blood-red eyes.

Zhao Sa held a long halberd in one hand.

He laughed, "You have blue blood, but you don't sprinkle the battlefield, but you sprinkle it in front of the general's grave. Tomorrow, the Northern Barbarians will attack the city. After the city is broken, how can you see the old general underground?"

After the words came to an end, waved the halberd.

The two-meter-meter-meter-long painting halberd draws a semicircular arc, and the sound of a tiger is like a whistle.

What followed was the sound of shattering and the muffled groans one after another. Two people were swept into two pieces by the long halberd and the man and the knife.

The corpse was two pieces but he never died.

It let out a tragic howling of despair.

It was also covered by the sound of countless broken blades.

Thunder rolls in the sky.

There are long halberds on the ground.

Zhao Sa was the only one who was in the pass, just wielding his long sword, but no one could be within one meter of it, and the more corpses piled up.

The smell of blood gradually rose and it became as thick as water, which made people sick.

No one backed off.

Although no one expected a tomb guard, he was like a prince of the God Yue family, and could not be touched by thousands of men.

Fame, wealth and honor are the first priority. Retreat is death, and advance is also death. It is better to fight to the death than to fight to the death.

So there was still a faint hint of hope in fear and despair.

It's a person, and he will always be exhausted.

People are like an ant colony, swarming to death, and then going to death with the humble and small hope - seeking life to die, all of which are on the front line, and no one knows who will be the lucky one.

Five thousand people killed one person.

There are still the last thousand people guarding the city.

It is better to lose a city than to live tomb guardians.

Ten people, hundreds of people, people keep dying, their bodies are dragged away, and people keep rushing up.

Zhao Sa became more and more courageous as he fought.

Holding a halberd in one hand, the silver light is like a dragon, and it seems like the sound of a tiger roaring. It is a simple opening and closing, but it is a profound realm of one force that can be reduced to ten times, and there is no one who can combine.

A group of people fell down and the people behind immediately filled in.

The painting of Fang Tian is like immortality. Zhao Sa, who has a long halberd in his hand, stands like a mountain without moving, wielding his hands casually, and reaping life expressionlessly and extremely freehand style.

The sky above his head, dark clouds rolling and muffled thunder rolling.

At this moment, Zhao Sa was invincible.

Invincible is a word.

It's a gesture.

It's a ray of light.

It's even more bloody.

It's fate.

kill!

In the darkness, Li Ruyu stood on the sword, his legs bent slightly.

Yan Qing, a man in black who was still pale, said nothing and pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand.

The two are waiting.

Wait for a chance that can be fatal in one blow.

The two were also shocked.

You can even feel the despair between each other - holding a halberd in one hand is invincible, and the thunder in the sky is rolling but not falling. As an alien, Zhao Sa obviously did not do his best.

In the first year of Yong'an, he was able to break through the siege with constant thunder, and his combat power was terrifying.

After hiding for twelve years, he is still invincible.

When will the sky be forced to thunder?

Li Ruyu and Yan Qing had no idea, so they could only watch people dying quietly and wait quietly for the opportunity.

But if you continue to kill like this, maybe there will be no thunder in the sky, and Zhao Sa will completely kill these ordinary guards.

Time is fast and slow.
To be continued...