C9 Yangmen's Fiendish Evil

"Since Zhao Tuo's subordinates are so powerful, they should have a chance of seizing Sichuan. Why is it that the historical records say that they failed when they arrived at Pan Cang Zhang?" Lee Hengfang asked in puzzlement as he saw Ding Sen and Ding Lin's unstoppable momentum.

"Wouldn't it be clear if we went with Ding Sen's army to see what happened?" Daoist Everlasting asked.

Liu Chao was killed, his subordinates were completely poisoned, and only a hundred of the more sensible cavalrymen ran out of the door like a wisp of smoke.

Someone reported this to the Liu brothers. Brother Ding Sen sent his men to report the news of the capture of Shankou City to Zhao Jianzheng as he led his troops in pursuit of the enemy.

Daoist Everlasting pulled Lee Hengfang and flew about fifteen meters away from the Nanzhao Army's head. The ancients could see them.

The most dangerous person to the north was Pan Cang Zhang. There. When Zong Fan and Zong Sung, with their huge army of one hundred thousand, heard that Shankou City had been lost, they ordered to set up camp at Pan Cang Zhang. They guarded the camp on the basis of danger, first blocking the attack of the Nanzhao Army, before planning further.

Ding Sen, Ding Lin and the others caught up to Pan Cang Zhang. Under Daoist Everlasting's lead, Lee Hengfang arrived at Pan Cang Zhang and found a high ground to sit on.

When Ding Sen and the others saw that Pan Cang Zhang was heavily stationed, they sent out their fast horses report to Zhao Tuozheng. They told the cavalry soldiers behind them to spread out and started cursing at the gate.

A few moments later, the drum closed and the door opened.

It turned out that Zong Fan and Zong Sung had sent Huang Yilong, a famous general from Sichuan, to accept the challenge for fear of ruining the morale of the Sichuan Army.

Huang Yilong was an outstanding martial artist after Huang Zhong of the Three Kingdoms. He was a man of great skill and courage. As soon as he rode his horse, he used a knife to kick his way slowly to the front of the formation.

"Huang Yilong is here to learn the skills of a barbarian!" He stopped ten steps in front of Ding Sen and the others.

Just as Ding Sen was about to leave, Ding Lin had already lashed out with his spear.

Two people, one used a saber, the other a spear, came and went, repeatedly exchanging blows.

Huang Yilong's sword was like a jade dragon rolling in the air, not far from Dinglin's head. Dinglin's spear was like a line, and the line was like a silver snake spitting out its tongue, piercing straight into the dragon's heart.

The light of the knife cut through a crescent moon, and here the spearhead shook a few sparks.

Hungry tiger preys, a cry startled the spirits; falcons spread their wings, two fans went away.

The soldiers on both sides had forgotten to call out their drums. The people on the sides didn't scream and the horses didn't scream. The green mountains overlapped each other in a deathly silence, waiting for the outcome of who would live and die.

After killing for half an hour, the white light suddenly shot out a red line. Time no longer moved, the world froze.

Ding Sen's tightened face relaxed: it was Huang Yilong who vomited blood, but Ding Lin had pierced his throat with his sprint.

Zong Fan and Zong Sow hurriedly called out.

The two Ding brothers galloped back and forth under the pass, showing off their might. Especially Ding Sen, he shouted for those who are brave enough to come down and try the taste of the big knife in his hand cutting off their heads.

On Pan Cang Zhang, the Scholars were terrified. Zong Fan, Zong Sow and his generals all looked ashen, lowering their heads and not daring to speak.

At this time, dust flew behind the Nanzhao Army.

The six horses were composed of six youths wearing Yi clothing. The older one was only twenty-four or fifteen years old, while the younger one was eighteen or nineteen years old. They were all well-built, but they had murderous looks on their faces.

Lee Hengfang felt a sense of déjà vu.

They went around the formation of the three thousand soldiers and arrived in front of Pangang Zhang. They had their backs to the mountain pass occupied by the army of Sichuan, and they lined up in a row facing Ding Sen and Ding Lin.

"Who is it?" "What's the matter?"

"Yang Ganzhen and his five brothers are here to take their lives from their enemies," the oldest one replied.

"Who is your enemy?" Ding Sen shouted. This time, Lee Hengfang remembered. Aside from Yang Ganzhen, the other five brothers all had the figure of the fisherman on their Erhai Lake.

"Of course, the biggest enemy is Zheng Maisi. What I'm looking for is Ding Guangyuan, the person I've always treated as a brother to help Zheng Maisi out of the blue!" These two old things died before I could even take their lives. I only came here to kill them off! "

"Nonsense!" This time, it was Ding Lin who spoke. "My father is only sixty years old, where did your brother come from?"

"I am Yang Deng from back then. Your dad chopped off my head outside the meridian gate, but my soul still hasn't left my body, so I directly reincarnated to seek revenge."

Everyone looked at each other, but Ding Sen laughed out loud. He waved the big blade in his hand and said, "Oh, that was the knife that cut off the dog's head. Since my dad could cut off your head, then I can also chop you to death a hundred times today!"

Yang Ganzhen let out a hollow laugh. He tried to pull out his double-edged sword from his shoulder, but his fifth brother, Yang Jie, stopped him first.

Yang Jie shouted, "Big brother, please wait! I heard that the so-called Five Tinish Brothers use the same weapons as your five younger brothers. Let us fight blades against blades. Spear against spear!"

Yes, this was Yang Ganzhen's intentional arrangement. Back then, Yang Deng's martial arts ranked first in Nanzhao and Ding Guangyuan's martial arts ranked second.

Who would have thought that Ding Guangyuan would feel jealous and want to get rid of that rank 1 expert? And Yang Deng, even if he had to reincarnate, he still had to fight for that rank 1 expert.

When Yang Ganzhen grew up, Ding Guangyuan was already dead, so his martial arts was passed on to his five sons. Yang Ganzhen also taught his five brothers martial arts according to the weapon used by the five warriors.

"It doesn't matter who it is. Who's afraid of who?" Yang Ganzhen didn't even have time to think before Ding Lin had already lashed out with his spear, aiming straight for his Sixth Brother, Yang Xiong.

Fifth Brother Yang Jie was also fighting with Ding Sen.

Four horses and guns against one another, swords against blades against blades. Shouts and shouts rang out again.

They say the knife is the commander of a hundred soldiers." This Yang Jie, Ding Sen, really was a strong dragon meeting a fierce tiger. One of the sabre techniques was precise. It hacked, lifted, slashed, pierced, and raked its neck out like a dragon out of the ocean; the other wielded an aura like a rainbow, sweeping, hanging, wiping, and jabbing.

Two or three flashes of lightning could be seen flashing across the sky as men and horses fled in a calm manner.

It was said that the spear was the king of weapons. This Yang Xiong had met his nemesis. One seal, one seal, one lift, one capture, one ring, one row, one press, one smash. If you dissipate a bit of the Plum Blossom's soul, I would still need to use several Starlight Bile.

The four of them fought against each other for forty to fifty rounds, with neither side winning or losing.

Seeing Yang Xiong's young age and proficient spear skills, Ding Lin was secretly surprised. After the two horses crossed each other, he used his ultimate move, the Back Spear, and thrusted towards Yang Xiong's heart like lightning.

Yang Xiong heard the sound from behind, but went to hide in the stirrups, while the gun went straight for Tinlin's throat from under the horse's neck. That dexterity was like that of an ape.

Ding Lin couldn't dodge in time. A hole was pierced in his throat, and he fell to the side.

With a "dong" sound, Ding Sen was shocked to see that it was his brother. He was stunned for a moment, but his head was chopped off by Yang Jie's saber and rolled on the ground.

The three thousand Nanzhao soldiers scattered like birds. The Sichuan Army shouted good news while they were closing the gate.

What I want to find is the trouble with Zheng Maisi and Ding Guangyuan's descendants, it has nothing to do with your land of Sichuan. There's one thing I want to tell you, tomorrow morning you guys can attack Shankou City and guarantee your victory, but there's one thing I want you guys to promise me, your attacks can only stop at the Dadu River, if you don't listen to my advice, I will take down your officer's dog head.

When Zong Fan and Zong Sian saw that Yang Ganzhen had finished shouting, they immediately rode towards one of the hill s in front of them. In the blink of an eye, their figures had disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

"Looks like this Nanzhao is about to become unnecessary, for the Yang Sect to encounter such a fiendish situation …" The broadcast murmured.