Outside the city gate, sword lights were flashing everywhere and there were sounds of fighting.

On the other side of the moat.

"So many military masters are besieging Senior Brother Wang Hu. Should we go over to support him?"

A young disciple from Lingyun Pavilion asked.

Zhang Qiu shook his head and smiled slightly: "Your senior brother Wang Hu's cultivation is so powerful. He never fought with all his strength from beginning to end. He was just playing with these people."

A Lingyun Pavilion warrior next to him smiled and said: "That's right, these cowards from the imperial court can't stop Senior Brother Wang Hu. However, the woman outside the city gate is indeed very beautiful, as if she walked out of a painting. She is indeed worthy of the title.

The country is overturned and the city is overturned."

While everyone in Lingyun Pavilion was chatting and laughing, Wang Hu had already killed more than thirty strong men in the army. The ground was covered with cold corpses, and the state of death of each one was horrific. Their bodies were

Beaten to a pulp.

"Jiang Xuan, Jiang Xuan, wake up! Wake up!"

Luo Xintian used her mental power to communicate with Jiang Xuan, hoping that Jiang Xuan would wake up soon.

Wang Hu laughed loudly and said: "Little beauty, stop screaming. No one can save you today. You should just follow me!"

"Swish!"

At this time, hundreds of bows and arrows were pointing at Wang Hu on the city wall, shooting arrows one after another.

Wang Hu raised his head, snorted coldly, and waved his arms continuously, swinging the thunder stick like a windmill, knocking away the sharp arrows.

Seeing this scene, Luo Xintian's face finally turned pale. The fighting strength of this burly man was so terrifying that perhaps only Jiang Xuan could suppress him.
Chapter completed!