God's Summoner

Chapter 1884 Prince Xiqi!

In southern Xinjiang, snowy nights are also bloody nights.

At this moment, among the stumped limbs and arms all over the ground, blood flowed down the terrifying crossbow arrows to the snowy ground. Several Xiqi elite soldiers who were strung into meat skewers did not die for a while. Moaning incessantly.

There was a moment of chaos.

"Hoohoo!!!"

Taking advantage of such a chaotic situation, Yu Qing had the opportunity to take a few heavy breaths, but he did not breathe too fast, lest his chin-less face would lose too much blood.

At this moment, Yu Qing's task has been completed, and the density of the arrow feathers shot by the crossbow in Xuelin has decreased too much.

The destruction of several siege crossbows made the ambushers of Xiqi's elite soldiers feel chilled and flustered, and suddenly the pressure on the black carriages outside the valley was much less.

"Hoohoo!!!"

After killing the last person, Yu Qing tilted his head slightly, listening to the movement in the snowy forest on the opposite right, he knew that Tu Xingsun was ahead of him and disturbed the camp over there.

At this time, the morale of Xiqi's elite ambushers was in disarray, and the secret guards who had been guarding Wen Zhong's side finally got a chance to show their abilities.

These secret guards are all experts in the army, and they naturally know where the fighters are, so they don't have to wait for Wen Zhong to send an order, they have already rushed out of the carriage, dodging the already sparse crossbow rain, silent and gloomy Angrily sneaked into the valley snow forest.

The powerful combat power and terrifying physical strength made them enter the snow forest like gray ghosts, and began to use their methods and anger to kill any living life in the snow forest at all costs.

Soon, a long-planned ambush crossbow battle finally turned into a close combat in the mountains and forests under the desperate attacks of two strong men, Yu Qing and Tu Xingsun.

And in this Conferred God World, there are few armies that are better at close combat than the elite soldiers and secret guards around Wen Zhong.

Even the most powerful Daqin army in the world, in this snowy forest, in a close combat, may not be the opponent of Wen Zhong's elite soldier and secret guard.

……

Listening to the eerie silence in the snowy forest, listening to the occasional sound of the magic crossbow firing, the occasional sound of breaking snow, the occasional sound of sharp knives entering the stomach, and the occasional scream of pain... …

Yu Qing knew that the secret guards had already taken the absolute advantage, and the retaliatory massacre was proceeding in an orderly manner. The hundreds of Xiqi elites who ambushed him and others, after causing heavy casualties to the secret guards on his side, There was no longer any way out.

Therefore, Yu Qing's heart that had been tense all this time was finally relaxed.

Soon, the massacre... ended. Hundreds of Xiqi elites were all killed, not a single one was left alive.

Of course, this was not only because Wen Zhong's secret guards attacked too hard, but also because when the battle was about to end, the remaining twenty or so Xiqi elites committed suicide neatly together.

"Squeak!!!"

The extremely dilapidated door of the carriage was pushed open by Wen Zhong, Wen Zhong, who had been attacked by the near-death but remained unchanged, walked out of the carriage, stood on the snow, and looked indifferently at the twenty or so corpses on the ground.

There was no sadness or fear in the faces of these corpses, but only perseverance and loyalty.

"Xiqi's army is indeed one of the most powerful armed forces in the world. This kind of discipline and strength, if placed on the battlefield, is the biggest threat to my Chengtang army."

After sighing in his heart, Wen Zhong smiled wryly, couldn't help being a little excited, coughed twice, and coughed up some blood.

At this time, Tu Xingsun returned and brought back an enemy character who was imprisoned by the fairy rope.

This person was covered in blood, and his chest should have been seriously injured by Tu Xingsun's sneak attack. The whole body collapsed in, as ugly as a deflated wine bag. His arms were neatly broken, and the broken bones pierced him Flesh and blood, ferocious outside.

This person was the only one who survived among hundreds of elite soldiers in Xiqi.

"Teacher, this person's surname is... Ji!!!"

Tu Xingsun whispered, his face was a little pale, thinking that the repeated battles just now had caused him a lot of wear and tear.

"Oh?!"

Wen Zhong heard the words, seemed to be interested, walked to the side of this person, slowly raised his foot, stepped on the face of this person, stepped on this person twice, and woke him up.

The man slowly woke up, and he glanced around blankly, saw Wen Zhong, and then saw the corpses of Xiqi's elite around him, his eyes couldn't help showing a sense of sorrow, but soon He turned into a look of begging for mercy, looked at Wen Zhong, tried to move his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

It's just that this person is trapped by the fairy rope, and his whole body and everything are imprisoned, so he can't speak.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong waved his hand slightly to signal Tu Xingsun to untie a little bit of the trapping rope.

Tu Xingsun nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the restraint that restrained this person's head was lifted.

As soon as the restriction was removed, the man immediately endured the pain and said tremblingly.

"Teacher, please don't kill me, I am willing to do anything..."

Unexpectedly, before he could finish his sentence, suddenly, the skinny Wen Zhong took a step forward, his hand was like lightning, he inserted his withered fingers into the man's mouth in an instant, and pulled hard.

Immediately, the man's jaw was pulled down bloody, and could no longer be closed. Dozens of teeth were lost, and the throat was almost exposed.

The man suffered such a heavy blow, how could he bear the severe pain, and immediately howled miserably.

However, because his body was imprisoned by the gods, he couldn't struggle, and his jaw was opened by Wen Zhong, so that his voice was blurred and incomplete, making his screams sound like evil spirits.

Ignoring the man's screams, Wen Zhong stretched out his hand to pat his face, wiped off the blood on his hand, and said with a sneer.

"Don't think about committing suicide in front of Grand Master Ben, it's impossible. Now that your hands are gone and you can't keep your mouth shut, how can you die to be loyal?"

Hearing Wen Zhong's words, the man suddenly stopped screaming, and stared at Wen Zhong with wide eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate Wen Zhong's body with his eyes.

"Hey, the members of the Ji family are just like you, vicious dogs and wolves. The old man was also kind-hearted before. He kept the thief Ji Chang and let the vicious dog Ji Kao go. That's why we are in this situation."

Sighing, Wen Zhong stood up and gave instructions to the secret guards beside him.

"Help him stop the bleeding and keep him alive. I really want to see, Jiang Ziya is even willing to send his Xiqi prince, what surprises will be waiting for the old man in the future."

Many secret guards were startled when they heard the words, they really didn't expect that this person was the prince of Xiqi Dazhou, that is, one of the hundred sons of King Wen Jichang.

Even people like him were sent out, which shows how much Xiqi attaches importance to this attack on Wen Zhong.

(End of this chapter)