Blue, Red and White Dark Abyss Cauldron

After throwing all the stones, Huai Xiaomeng shouted, "Brothers, charge and take their lives!" He rushed out first with a shovel in his hand, and Chu Xiaomu, Yu Aqi, Liu Zang and others also rushed out, shouting.

Only Xuan Youzhu hid aside and trembled, saying: "It is said in the book: 'A gentleman does not get angry, a gentleman does not fight, a gentleman does not take advantage of others...' Killing people is to take their lives, a gentleman would not do it. I'd better wait here for your good news..."

When Gao Yijue, Luo Daxi, Hai Wuqing and others saw Yu Aqi coming down the mountain to kill the enemy, they also came out from hidden places such as behind big rocks and in the grass, and rushed down the mountain shouting.

The two groups of people gathered together, four or five hundred people holding iron pickaxes, shovels, and other tools rushed towards the Jinyang City soldiers who were holding swords.

The mountain road was narrow and the slaves were crowded together. Most of the people in the front row were brave and strong. Although the shovels and spades in their hands were not as sharp as the pointed swords and spears in the hands of the warriors, they stabbed and hit without caring about their lives.

Seeing that their commander was dead, the soldiers of Jinyang City lost all their fighting spirit and retreated little by little, struggling to stay alive.

More slaves standing on the hillside and in the back row picked up large and small stones on the ground and threw them at the remaining soldiers, making clanging sounds as they hit their armor.

Most of these soldiers were already injured, and the leading soldier fell into a trap and was stabbed to death by a wooden stake. No one wanted to fight anymore, and they retreated step by step to the broken bridge. The last few soldiers fell off the bridge due to the push of the others, and were smashed to pieces among the rocks with screams of terror.

The morale of the slaves was high, and they rushed forward desperately.

Huai Xiaomeng lived up to his name. He held a five-foot-long shovel and stabbed and hit the soldier in front of him. The soldier blocked it for a few times, and suddenly a stone flew towards him and hit his helmet, knocking him unconscious to the ground. Zhongshengnu hooked him over with the shovel and beat him into a bloody mess in three or five hits.

Yu Aqi was unable to squeeze to the front, so he had to pick up stones of all sizes and throw them at the soldiers.

Soon, only a dozen of the thirty-four soldiers were still able to stand and fight. Seeing that they were unable to resist the enemy, they had no choice but to throw away their swords and spears, kneel on the ground, kowtow and shout for mercy.

Chu Xiaomu saw Xuanying and Pang Shisan fighting one-on-one at the other end of the bridge, unable to win for a while, but gradually falling behind. In a hurry, he pulled a surviving chestnut horse, stepped onto its back, pulled up the reins, and galloped down the steep slope.

There were no horses on Baihua Island. Chu Xiaomu had never seen one, let alone ridden one. He had only heard of them from the island's teachers who taught math and had seen their general appearance in the old books left behind by his ancestor Chu Xiong.

There were a few pages of drawings on horse riding in the old book, and he had read them carefully, imagining himself riding a horse with great majesty. At this moment, in a hurry, he suddenly rode on it, whistled, pulled the reins, kicked his feet, and squeezed his legs, and everything went smoothly, as if he had been riding for many years and was very familiar with it.

Gao Yijue also pulled a horse over and climbed on it. The horse took a few steps and saw that the mountain road was full of large and small stones. No matter how he urged or scolded it, it would not move forward even a single step. Gao Yijue was so angry that he had to jump off the horse again.

The chestnut horse carried Chu Xiaomu over the heads of all the slaves, kicked its hind legs at the end of the Broken Bridge, and then crossed the gap in the Broken Bridge again.

At this time, Pang Shisan had just knocked Xuan Ying to the ground and was about to chop him with his knife, when suddenly a gust of wind blew from behind him. Knowing something was wrong, he quickly rolled to the side.

Chu Xiaomu jumped off the horse, walked over to help Xuanying up, and asked, "How is it?"

Xuanying shook his head and said, "I won't die." He bent down and picked up the spear that fell on the ground.

Pang Shisan was a little scared when he saw another opponent coming. He turned around and looked at the other side of the broken bridge. He saw that the soldiers wearing bronze armor had been almost killed by the densely packed slaves, which made him even more terrified.

But these two guys were blocking the middle of the mountain path, and the horse they had just ridden had disappeared. If they wanted to escape, they had to kill these two guys.

He also became ruthless. He spat on the ground and cursed, "I am the thirteenth disciple of the dignified Master of Sword and Knife. I don't believe that I can't deal with you two dogs!" He swung his sword twice in the air and made a gesture to attack.

Chu Xiaomu and Xuan Ying looked at each other, understood each other, and rushed towards Pang Shisan together.

Pang Shisan knew that he couldn't be careless when fighting one against two, so he used the Great Wind-Splitting Sword Style that was passed down to him by the Golden Sword and the Black Sword steadily.

He had also learned all the sword styles, but because he had not opened the Force, he could not appreciate the subtleties of the sword style, and therefore could not bring out the power of the sword style. It was just a posture without any spirit, and this exquisite sword style could not even bring out 10% of its power in his hands.

Even so, Xuanying and Chu Xiaomu were still difficult to defeat.

Xuanying had been practicing martial arts with his father since he was young. Although he had not yet opened the Force, he had some basic skills. However, he learned the arc blade spear on Lixuan Island, not the top-heavy spear. At this critical moment, he had no choice but to use the spear as an arc blade spear, but unfortunately the power was greatly reduced.

Chu Xiaomu had never really learned the art of swordsmanship, so he could only rely on his quick hands and feet, picking up the long sword he had picked up and slashing at Pang Shisan fiercely.

The Da Pi Feng sword style was extremely exquisite. Although Pang Shisan had only learned 20% to 30% of it, he had a great advantage when he used it now. Moreover, the more he fought, the more proficient he became. He could not help but burst into laughter and cursed, "You two dogs and slaves dare to fight me?!" The sword styles in his hand became faster and more powerful.

Chu Xiaomu suddenly remembered some pictures in the small booklet at home on Baihua Island, among which there were some teaching people to use swords. Although swords and knives are different, for someone like him who has no martial arts foundation, they are both one-handed weapons and the difference is not big. He put one or two of them in his mind and recalled them carefully, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

Suddenly, Pang Shisan's big knife chopped three times from the upper left and the lower right, then the blade turned around and chopped three times from the upper right and the lower left, and then there was another pull, and the blade suddenly swept out horizontally, fast and fierce.

This move was first fake and then real, and it was indeed a very powerful move. Chu Xiaomu was thinking about the two sword moves in the book, and suddenly saw Pang Shisan attacking with such a fierce move, and he was shocked. At this time, he did not have time to think about it, and used the sword move he had just thought of. He used the knife as a sword and stabbed from a very strange direction, just stabbing Pang Shisan's chest.

When he looked down, he saw that Pang Shisan had cut a big hole in his clothes on his chest, almost ripping his stomach open.

Xuanying held the gun with both hands and raised his head to avoid Pang Shisan's blade. He also used the "Yingxue Style" of the arc-blade gun style, and the tip of the blade went straight into Pang Shisan's throat.

Pang Shisan lowered his eyes and looked at the spear and sword stained with his blood, wondering how this could have happened.

Warm blood flowed from the neck to the chest and abdomen, and then down the thighs into the leather boots. The pointed knife held high in his hand began to become unusually heavy and fell to the ground with a snap.

Xuanying pulled out his spear, picked up the sword that Pang Shisan had dropped on the ground, and with a backhand swing, chopped off Pang Shisan's entire head.

Blood spurted out from the headless neck like a stone fountain.

He picked up Pang Shisan's head from the ground and held it high, letting out a long roar, like the cry of a monster or the howl of a ghost.

When all the slaves saw the ferocious Wu Tou being killed by Xuan Ying and Chu Xiaomu, they all cheered loudly.

Chu Xiaomu looked at the bloody scene in front of him, and his heart could not calm down for a long time. Today's fierce battle, using traps and rolling stones to deal with the warriors of Jinyang City in the valley, and then fighting hand to hand, although it was extremely tragic and lasted for a long time, it was far less thrilling than the few moves and styles that just killed Pang Shisan.