Chapter 1312

There were more than ten households in this alley, all hiding behind their doors at this moment, peeking nervously, not daring to breathe. Zhao Guangzhi was somewhat stunned; he hadn't expected the newcomers to be dressed like this.

He had thought that whoever rushed over would at most be Yang Meng's subordinates, whom he could dispose of in a few moves.

Where did these guys with their heads and faces wrapped up come from? The black-armored leader spoke, and his voice was so gloomy that it made everyone's heart freeze, sending chills straight up: "Zhao Guangzhi?"

The residents hiding behind the doors couldn't help but rub their arms; it was cold.

"Who are you?" Zhao Guangzhi felt a chill down his back, his expression sinking, "Zhao does not kill nameless people under his axe!"

In the eyes of the residents, this notorious cannibal general before them, with his fleshy face and full beard, indeed fit the image of a rough-and-tumble general.

"Zhao Guangzhi cooks and eats his own kind, condones plunder, and harms living creatures; his crimes are heinous." The black-armored leader pointed his spear tip at him, "You should go to the Nine Netherworlds, receive all kinds of punishments, and repay your endless sins!"

There were also black flames leaping on the cold spear tip; whoever it pointed at felt a chill down their back.

They say that if you walk the night path too often, you're bound to run into ghosts; could these really be phantoms that crawled up from the netherworld? Only Zhao Guangzhi didn't take it seriously at all and laughed loudly: "Where did these petty brats come from, daring to play god and act like ghosts in front of me!"

This big black guy's brain was broken, wanting to judge him with such pretense? Zhao Guangzhi spurred his horse forward amidst his laughter and threw his hand axe at the black-armored leader.

These black guys had a strange entrance, and he also felt that his subordinates were shaken.

In any battle, attacking the heart is paramount; he had to take the lead and set an example.

The axe grew larger and larger as it left his hand, spinning faster and faster; by the time it reached He He Lingchuan, it was already whistling with wind, and the axe face alone was over five feet long, flashing with cold light.

Zhao Guangzhi himself drew his long spear and charged at the black-armored leader, man and horse together.

Even if the axe didn't hit, he would skewer the opponent on his spear like a kebab.

More than ten loyal followers followed closely behind, one of whom even fired a signal arrow into the sky: Enemy attack, all who see this come to aid quickly.

He He Lingchuan was quick-witted and threw an earthy-yellow ball at him, while simultaneously extending his Tenglong spear to thrust and parry—still a plum blossom thrust—hitting exactly on the handle of the spinning axe.

With two clangs, the axe was deflected away, and without losing its momentum, it spun twice more before embedding itself into the gate of a civilian house in the alley.

The couple was peeking through the crack in the door at the movement outside when, unexpectedly, a cold light flashed before their eyes, and the axe split the door, wedging itself three-quarters of the way in, almost cracking the husband's skull open.

The two were so scared they screamed and fell to the ground.

As soon as the earthy-yellow ball hit the ground, it turned into a stone wall several feet wide and one and a half zhang high, standing exactly in front of Zhao Guangzhi's horse!

This was the magic treasure confiscated from City Defender Liu earlier; He He Lingchuan hadn't even warmed it up before it came in handy.

The horse had just picked up speed; whether Zhao Guangzhi reined it in or not, it would hit the wall, only the degree of impact would differ.

He reacted quickly, gritting his teeth and roaring: "Break!"

The spear tip flashed with a bit of blue light, thrusting straight at the stone wall.

With a loud boom, the stone wall was blasted into powder.

This was much more thorough than He He Lingchuan's previous wall-breaking, but amidst the sky-filling stone dust, another cold glint arrived suddenly.

He He Lingchuan approached from the opposite side, thrusting his spear as the wall broke, aiming exactly at Zhao Guangzhi's throat.

Just as the stone dust blinded the eyes, the spear's aura surged by three feet, like a venomous snake finding a gap, reaching Zhao Guangzhi's Adam's apple in the blink of an eye.

However, although this burly man looked rough on the outside, his waist was actually very flexible; at the last possible moment, he performed a backbend, and He He Lingchuan's spear tip grazed just above his nose.

The two horses crossed and separated at a touch.

Both sides had to face each other's subordinates.

Zhao Guangzhi covered his chin with one hand and let out a hiss.

Although he had avoided the danger of being pierced through the throat, the spear's aura still cut a wound on his chin, deep enough to see bone, and incidentally knocked out two teeth.

The black-armored leader's armor had dark flames surging on it, and the black flames from the spear tip transferred to him, immediately burning within the wound! Zhao Guangzhi had been through hundreds of battles; what kind of wounds hadn't he suffered? But this tiny superficial wound was agonizingly painful!

This kind of pain felt like his soul was being scorched, something an ordinary person could never endure, and even Zhao Guangzhi was trembling all over.

He glanced down and discovered at close range that ghostly shadows were hidden within the black flames, with heads and bodies, crawling on his wound and gnawing on his flesh in large mouthfuls.

That greed, that viciousness—even he felt inferior when eating human flesh.

What was this? Deadly poison? True fire? A curse?

Zhao Guangzhi was in unbearable pain and couldn't even care about the black-armored cavalry in front; he urgently took out a talisman paper and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

This talisman was called the "God's Grace Talisman," which had the effects of immense strength, awakening the spirit, healing, and dispelling curses, and could shield pain for a short time, turning the user into a brave and fearless warrior.

After swallowing the talisman, all other effects were present, but the pain relief was minimal; he was still in agonizing pain.

Zhao Guangzhi couldn't help but reach out to slap at the dark flames while also having to divide his attention to deal with the attacks of the other black-armored knights.

Screams came from the rear.

In his busy state, he looked back and saw the black-armored leader killing his way into his own ranks. Compared to his own struggling, the other side took out one of his followers with one or two spear thrusts, and then the spear shadows flew; wherever he went, there was almost no one who could withstand a single blow.

Blood splattered, staining the ground red.

Damn it. "Someone, come quickly!" Zhao Guangzhi roared at the top of his lungs.

Shizhou Tou was already his territory; he had two thousand men, and even if they just trampled, they would trample these dozen or so arrogant people to death!

Once the men and horses arrived from the front gate, the battle situation would definitely be reversed.

But these few black-armored knights were also not easy to deal with, and one of them was even more unrestrained, not losing to him in strength. After the two sides exchanged several rounds quickly, they were evenly matched, and Zhao Guangzhi's wound throbbed, always feeling as if the ghostly shadows were tearing at his nerves again.

His personal guards were rapidly decreasing; how was it that he was the one being surrounded by the opponent?

The situation reversed in an instant, and Zhao Guangzhi didn't understand; despite having several times the troops, how did he end up in a desperate situation in this narrow alley?

It was still too arrogant to come chasing the enemy with only a dozen riders.

Zhao Guangzhi had rich battlefield experience; as soon as they engaged, he knew the opponent was too tough, and if they kept fighting, his side would suffer a great loss.

He forced his opponent back with two sweeps, suddenly spurred his horse, and charged out, breaking through a door and crashing into a house.

It happened to be the house where his axe was embedded in the door.

The couple who owned the house had long since hidden to the side, not daring to look, otherwise they would have been trampled to broken bones and guts by the horse hooves. Zhao Guangzhi rushed in, grabbed his axe, jumped from the horse's back, and flipped over the wall to escape.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, he didn't care about the demeanor of a great general at all and immediately prepared to flee.

Behind the wall were other houses; a woman in her thirties saw him suddenly break in and screamed in terror. She happened to block Zhao Guangzhi's path, and the latter knocked her aside.

With a thud, the woman hit the mud wall, her head cracking open.

Thanks to the leader of the fans, Li Ci Dian Liu, for the tip,

Thanks to the fan Duo Shi Zhi Qiu Qiu for the tip~~

(End of chapter)