bayedsolid Chapter 389 The Poison Sword Immortal intervenes, and the Luo brothers are saved!
Chapter 389 The Poison Sword Immortal intervenes, and the Luo brothers are saved!
Xiaguan City, West Gate.
As dawn broke in the east, the brothers Luo Mingzhe and Luo Baicheng, weapons in hand, looked warily into the distance.
Half a mile away, the dust kicked up by more than a thousand men was particularly conspicuous.
"It seems the main force of the Yunzhou army has arrived!"
Luo Baicheng gripped the fine iron short rod in his hand and said in a deep voice.
"Main force? I doubt it! If it were the main force, how could there only be a little over a thousand men? This troop must only be a small part of the Yunzhou border army."
Luo Mingzhe stroked the green sharkskin scabbard of his short sword, his eyes reflecting the approaching figures of men and horses, who were no more than three or four hundred paces from the west gate.
"Baicheng, do you still remember what your uncle said when he led us to worship our ancestors last Double Ninth Festival?"
"Hmm? Last year's Double Ninth Festival? I remember... Second Uncle said that our Luo family is just a small sect in the martial arts world, but there is not a single coward among the men of the Luo family! Father and eldest uncle died young, all for the sake of bringing honor to our Luo family!"
"Good! You've grown up! Your cousin is so happy for you... Even if my brother and I die on this West Gate city wall today, we will not retreat a single step!"
"Cousin! Even if I, Luo Baicheng, die, I will not dishonor my ancestors in the slightest. I don't care about ten thousand horses and thousands of soldiers; I will kill one by one! Don't even think about letting half of the Yunzhou army in through the west gate!"
Two brothers from the Luo family, both only seventeen years old, stood on the city wall, their slightly immature faces filled with determination!
No one but themselves knew that these cousins were prepared to die for Snowmoon City.
Seeing Zuo Weiwei getting closer and closer, Luo Mingzhe flicked his wrist and drew his sharp short sword: "Baicheng, let's go!"
Luo Baicheng wielded the short iron staff with one arm, creating a dazzling display, and loudly replied, "Come on!"
Within a few breaths, the Left Guard troops had already rushed to the city gate.
The two rows of soldiers at the front of the siege team put away their swords, pulled out a few wooden stakes about a foot thick from the tents set up for the refugees outside the west gate, tied them together with ropes, and made simple battering rams!
"Pass on my order: Ram!"
At the very front of the line, the fierce-looking Left Guard Commander raised his saber and roared.
"One! Two!"
"Boom!"
"One! Two!"
"Boom!"
Xiaguan City was not large, and its city gates were not as magnificent and sturdy as those of the capital of Beili.
The attacking soldiers only hammered twice before several cracks appeared on the city gate, and the bolt made a teeth-grinding creaking sound!
Zuo Weiwei smiled contemptuously; the not-so-sturdy west gate seemed about to be smashed open.
"Baicheng, they've broken down the door! Follow me!"
Seeing that the city gate was in imminent danger, Luo Mingzhe shouted and his short sword flashed coldly as he leaped down the city wall!
Luo Baicheng followed closely behind, wielding a short stick, and somersaulted towards the attacking team!
The leader of the thousand-household commander was initially surprised to see two boys rushing down from the city wall, but he immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he realized there were only two of them.
"You fearless brat! Guards! Seize him!"
Immediately, more than a dozen burly guards rushed out from behind the commander, each wielding a border army longsword and heading straight for the Luo brothers.
But they were wrong. Although the two brothers were only seventeen or eighteen years old, they had been taught by Luo Fengzhong and Luo Nianse for many years and could be considered experts in the Vajra Mortal Realm!
In an instant, the two guards at the forefront were cut in two by Luo Mingzhe's sword, their organs and blood splattering all over the ground. The siege team was so frightened by the sight that they abandoned the wooden stakes and fled in all directions.
"Oh!"
Luo Baicheng was not at a disadvantage. Seeing that his cousin had taken down two people first, he also became more energetic.
The short stick struck with fierce force, and with a muffled thud, several guards who hadn't had time to dodge were also struck, their sternums broken, and they immediately fell silent!
"You son of a bitch, how dare you kill my soldiers!"
Seeing that nearly half of his personal guards had been lost, the commander's blood boiled, and he spurred his horse straight towards the Luo brothers!
In terms of martial arts skills, Qianhu was no match for the two brothers.
But this man also came from a military background, had fought on the battlefield for more than ten years, and his power when he charged on horseback should not be underestimated!
"Be careful, Baicheng!"
After Luo Mingzhe finished off the remaining guards, he turned around and saw the commander rushing straight towards Luo Baicheng's back. He channeled his inner energy into his feet and leaped four or five zhang away!
But the thousand-household warhorse was faster, and almost simultaneously the saber had already slashed at Luo Baicheng's shoulder!
Luo Baicheng was fighting with several personal guards. Although he blocked and swept left and right, the guards were broken and their bones were snapped in the blink of an eye.
But he was only a mortal, and he didn't have eyes in the back of his head. He felt the wind coming from behind, but he could no longer turn around to defend himself!
Seeing that the knife was about to strike his cousin, Luo Mingzhe felt a chill in his heart and thought to himself, "I have failed my uncle's trust. I'm afraid Baicheng will suffer heavy losses here today!"
Just as the saber was about to strike Luo Baicheng's shoulder, the commander suddenly felt a tremendous force coming towards him!
Before he could even sheathe his sword and defend himself, that immense force had already reached his face!
"boom!"
Luo Mingzhe's vision blurred, and the commander who was about to kill Luo Baicheng was blasted away more than ten feet away along with his horse, and also killed a large number of Zuowei Guard soldiers in the process.
The men, who had been lined up in formation, immediately scattered and fled in panic. Before they could get very far, a wisp of purplish-black poisonous mist began to rise from the body of the commander.
Any soldier caught in the poisonous fog would perish instantly, their body melting into a pool of black blood, like ice under the scorching sun!
"Such powerful internal energy, such terrifying poison!"
Luo Mingzhe was extremely shocked and blurted out.
Having just escaped danger, Luo Baicheng braced himself with his short staff with one hand, performed a somersault, and leaped more than two zhang away before he could see who was approaching—
This man was about the same age as his brother, with a smile on his lips. He wore a black gauze robe that fluttered without wind, and the lotus-colored cloak on his back had the three large characters "Poison Sword Immortal" written on it!
"Oh dear... Brother Luo, am I too late?"
The newcomer was Wen Yanzhao. He had been searching for Lu Ting'en's main force on the roof of Tongtian Pavilion when he heard the loud battle cries from Ximen and immediately flew over.
Just as he stepped onto the top of the West Gate tower, he happened to see the Left Guard Commander charging towards him, and in the nick of time, he struck out with a palm!
It's a pity that the commander, who had fought on the battlefield for more than ten years, died under Wen Yanzhao's command with his horse in such an inexplicable way.
Luo Mingzhe snapped out of his daze upon hearing the sound. He opened his mouth, but after a long pause, he managed to utter a single sentence:
"You...you're the city lord's cousin...the Wen family of Lingnan...the Poison...Poison Sword Immortal?!"
Luo Baicheng blinked his big, bewildered eyes and leaned close to his cousin: "Poison Sword Immortal? You are the Poison Sword Immortal? I've only heard the City Lord mention your name before. I'm so grateful to you for saving me today. I will never forget your great kindness!"
As he spoke, Luo Baicheng put away his short stick and bowed deeply to Wen Yanzhao.
Wen Yanzhao waved his hand with a smile: "Hey! What sword immortals or not, it's nothing, it's nothing. You two brothers are real men. This is the Weiwei Guard of Yunzhou Border Army. You two little guys actually dared to face the enemy head-on!"
"Not bad, not bad at all. You didn't disgrace Snowmoon City!"
Hearing Wen Yanzhao's praise, the two brothers were overjoyed and blushed as they replied, "Young Master Wen is too kind. We have lived here for more than ten years. Now that Snow Moon City is in trouble, how can we brothers stand idly by?"
Wen Yanzhao looked at the two brothers approvingly and nodded, saying, "Hmm... well said!"
He then turned to look at the group of panicked Zuowei Guards. Although there were nearly a thousand of them, the three men in front of him did not seem to be easy to deal with.
Especially this Wen Yanzhao who suddenly appeared, who killed their commander with a single palm strike and then poisoned and killed more than a hundred people!
Many cowardly soldiers had already thrown down their weapons and fled!
Luo Mingzhe picked up his short sword and pointed it at the fleeing soldiers, saying, "Young Master Wen... what should we do with these invading enemies?"
Wen Yanzhao spread his hands, somewhat helplessly, and said, "What else can we do but let them escape? That way, Lu Ting'en should receive the news soon and know that with me, Wen Yanzhao, here, he won't dare to have any more wicked thoughts about Snow Moon City!"
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