Heroes of Troubled Times: Chronicles of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms

The wolves gradually approached, emitting harsh howling sounds that impacted the team's nerves and brought an irresistible sense of tension.

Zhu Wen, be careful! When Huang Ying saw Zhu Wen being surrounded by two wolves, she hurriedly shouted, and the Galaxy Scepter emitted bright light in her hand, releasing sharp stardust.

Zhu Wen relied on his physical skills and martial arts to deal with the wolves, and his sharp one-finger kill caused a shower of blood among the wolves.

Bian Yong, lure the wolves on the left away! Zhu Cun gave the order loudly. Bian Yong moved lightly, and when he swung his sword, he drew a sword light, causing some of the wolves to turn and pounce on him.

Yi Zhangwu flew over, drawing a graceful arc in the air, flapping the wolves with its wings, causing them to scatter.

The sound of sharp claws hitting the armor was like a sweet note. The rhythm of the battle became more and more intense, and every move was accompanied by the breath of a life-and-death contest.

Zhu Cun! There is an ambush on the right, be careful! Huang Ying discovered an enemy hidden in the woods. Her spiritual awareness was sharp and she promptly conveyed warnings to her teammates.

Zhu Cun's expression changed. He quickly changed his shooting angle, and arrows shot out of the air, forcing the ambusher lurking behind the tree to retreat.

At this time, Zhu Wen was sure to kill with one finger, and the wolves fled in all directions as if swept away by the flood. The entire battlefield fell into a moment of silence.

The four warriors and Huang Ying let out a sigh of relief, the joy of victory and the exhaustion caused by the intense battle intertwined. hateful! That's the God's Clothes Grass that we spent several days hard looking for! Masked man, stop! Zhu Wen roared loudly, the flames of anger burning in his heart.

After hearing this, everyone immediately followed Zhu Wen and ran towards Songzhou City. They were furious and determined not to let the masked man succeed, let alone allow the God's Clothes to fall into the opponent's hands.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers of the Tang Army on the city wall quickly closed the city gate and fired arrows outward. Arrows rained like rain, and the dense arrows turned into an overwhelming black curtain. Zhu Cun and Bian Yong quickly raised their shields and blocked Huang Ying, defusing most of the incoming arrows.

Yi Zhang Wu waved his wings to protect everyone, and when he led them quickly to the city gate, a sharp cry suddenly resounded throughout the fields, and a huge crossbow arrow was shot from the city tower, pointing directly at Huang Ying. s position. careful! Zhu Cun shouted loudly. He immediately shot a sharp arrow and shot down the crossbow arrow that caused Huang Ying's danger, but more powerful crossbow arrows were about to attack again.

Wolves! Bian Yong exclaimed, and in the darkness behind the city gate, countless wolf shadows instantly surged out and rushed toward them.

With a sharp look in his eyes, Zhu Wen used one finger to kill, turning an enemy ambushing near the city gate into ashes. He gripped the serrated flying scythe machete tightly and stared ahead resolutely, preparing to fight the wolves.

In the chaos, everyone must make quick decisions to cross this dangerous siege, chase the masked man and regain the God's Clothes. This time the task was more difficult than they expected, but they had faith and were not afraid.

Zhu Wen rode on Yi Zhangwu, wielded his saw-tooth flying sickle machete again, and bravely rushed into the city. He was apprehensive, but not afraid, because he knew that now was the time to challenge fate.

Huang Ying, Zhu Cun and Bian Yong followed closely. They relied on each other, had faith, and were determined not to let the masked man go unpunished. They quickly shuttled through the city, avoiding arrows and attacks from wolves, looking for traces of the masked man along the way.

In Songzhou City, there was chaos and street fighting was in full swing. Everyone dispersed and searched for the masked man. Suddenly, a piercing scream resounded throughout the city, and everyone quickly approached in the direction of the scream.

When they rushed to the place where the screams came from, they saw a masked man holding Bian Yong's God's Clothes in one hand and a sharp sword in the other, preparing to escape. idiot! Hand over the Goddess Clothes! Zhu Cun shouted angrily, and the arrow was already placed on the bowstring, aiming at the masked man's vitals.

The masked man smiled mockingly, waving his sword with a crazy light in his eyes, showing no sign of weakness.

At this time, the tense atmosphere reached a climax, and everyone was on the verge of breaking out, waiting for the final battle. This battle around the God of Clothes will determine who has the last laugh.

Do you think you can escape my grasp? Huang Ying's eyes flashed with determination. She held the Galaxy Scepter tightly, and Nebula's spiritual consciousness condensed on her fingertips. She knew that this battle was related to the success or failure of the entire mission.

Bian Yong held the sword tightly, his face was solemn, and he had no intention of flinching. He stared at the masked man angrily. It was the result of his hard work and sweat for several days. How could he tolerate being robbed.

Sharp arrows roared in the city, and the soldiers who arrived in panic walked in panic. Zhu Cun was extremely calm, and every arrow carried a precise direction, locking the enemy firmly.

The masked man was carrying the God's Clothes and burst out with rapid speed. A black shadow passed through the crowd, avoiding their attacks without fear and trying to escape from the scene.

A low roar came from Yi Zhangwu's mouth. It spread its wings and blocked the path of the masked man with lightning speed. The black wings were as tough as steel, blocking the way of the masked man.

Goddess Clothes, hand it over! Zhu Wen shouted angrily, and he drove Yi Zhangwu towards the masked man. His iron-blooded heroism made him look like a giant beast that shocked the world.

But the masked man was still unwilling to be outdone. He turned around suddenly, waved his sword, and turned into bursts of sword light, his eyes shining with tenacious fighting spirit.

At this moment, the fate is about to be revealed, and the decisive battle between everyone and the masked man is about to begin. This is a hot and exciting battle of life and death. Who can have the last laugh? Everything will be decided in this fight.

The long shouts of the masked men spread throughout the city, and dozens of Tang soldiers armed with sharp knives suddenly poured out from different corners, forming an encirclement circle and firmly surrounding everyone in the middle.

One of the Tang soldiers was riding a tall horse, as indestructible as an iron wall. These Tang soldiers were wearing battle armor and holding weapons. They were full of murderous intent, and their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

This is a trap! careful! Zhu Cun shouted vigilantly, holding the bow and arrow tightly at the ready to deal with possible attacks.

Yi Zhangwu stepped forward and let out a low neigh, obviously sensing the danger. It spreads its huge wings, preparing to face the coming storm.

Zhu Wen, we can't escape! The masked man roared, and the God's Clothes in his hand seemed to give him invincible power.

All this was beyond everyone's expectations, and they were trapped in an extremely passive situation. Everyone could not help but feel a sense of frustration, but they had no intention of giving up. They supported each other and gathered into a vast force, preparing to fight to the death with the Tang army.

Suddenly, there was heavy rain in the sky, and the heavy rain poured down like a torrent. The wind was raging, and the world seemed to be plunged into chaos. The rain hit everyone with a chill, making the whole atmosphere even more tense.