"Be careful, sir!"

Guo Wei and Xiong Gang shouted in unison, but the Hun King Nuhar was not an ordinary person. Even if they wanted to stop him, they didn't have time to step forward. The white-feathered arrow was as fierce and strong as an eagle that had been hovering for a long time, and was about to take Liu Xi's life with one arrow.???????????

Not far away, Qu Lang was also shocked. He drew his sword and was about to step forward, but Xiao Wu blocked the way half of his body. The latter did not talk to Qu Lang. He grabbed the iron-fetal bow in the hand of a soldier and threw it to Liu Xi, "Yusheng caught it!"

After saying that, his toes kicked the quiver behind another person. Suddenly, an iron arrow was thrown into the air. Liu Xi jumped over, caught the iron arrow, bent his bow and arrow, and pulled the strings and flying arrows between flames and electrolytes.

"Bang!"

The sound was subtle and crisp, accompanied by the roaring north wind, and it was almost impossible to hear it, but the white feathered arrow shot out before the Huns disappeared in fragments and the wind was seen by the soldiers on the city. In a moment, a burst of cheers exploded.

Under the city, Nuhar was frosty, listening to the cheers in the dark, raised his bow again, grabbed two white feather arrows between his three fingers of his right hand, and without aiming, he shot straight out.

Two arrows were like dragons chasing beads, and they pounced on Liu Xi's throat and chest respectively.

Nuhar took action again. Xiaowu was about to throw the quiver of the soldiers beside him to Liu Xi. At one end of the city, two arrows flew out, hitting the white feather arrow shot by Nuhar. The four arrows lost their strength at the same time and flew away elsewhere.

The chaotic footsteps sounded from far to near, and soon, a group of slightly tired people appeared in front of everyone. These people were dressed in messy clothes, including jackets, half a piece of leather armor, and old-style armor. The weapons in their hands were even more diverse, including bows, swords, guns, swords, spears, maces, rods, hammers, axes, and sticks. They were all dazzling.

But no one on the top of the city dared to underestimate these people who suddenly appeared no different from the miscellaneous army. They were very angry and could feel a terrifying aura several feet away.

"Sir, they said..."

A soldier with a timid face rushed forward, trying to explain to Liu Xi why he put these people into the city. Before he could tell the reason, the person who led the bow behind him was already stepping forward quickly.

"Young Master, my subordinates are late, and I hope the young master will forgive me."

While he was speaking, Liu Xi glanced at the rest of the people and saw about twenty or thirty people with unbearable sadness. He immediately understood in his heart that this was the old subordinate of his uncle Liu Han.

Although Xiong Gang and others were puzzled, the young master of the Scout also dispelled his doubts. After all, Liu Xi was very polite and talkative, perhaps because he was from a wealthy family, so it was not surprising that some martial artists in his family protected the hospital.

"Young Master, be careful!"

When Liu Xizheng was feeling mixed emotions, Qu Lang's scream came from his ears. He turned his head and saw another arrow under the city spitting out apricots, flying straight to his face.

When he saw Liu Han's old subordinates, his heart was full of strangeness, and Nuhar provoked one after another, Liu Xi was immediately angry, grabbed the iron-fetal bow in his hand, and pulled three iron arrows from the quiver behind the scout, whistling from his mouth. In the shock of others, the three arrows cut the air.

Three consecutive beads!

An arrow slashed through the white feathered arrow shot out by Nuhar, and then continued to pounce on Nuhar who was riding on the horse without any loss of power.

Seeing this, Nuhar, who had been expressionless, had a look of shock and panic in his eyes. He wanted to hit the horse and hide, but it was too late. He had to throw the silver bead and blue feather bow in his hand, pull out the cold iron and golden jade scimitar at the iron arrow that was about to be shot at him, and half-raising the scimitar in his hand.

"Dangdang!"

When Nuhar cut off two iron arrows and then turned his hand to shoot down the third iron arrow that was slightly slower because of shooting through his white feather arrow, how could he take care of it?

Shooting the man and shooting the horse first, capturing the thief first, capturing the king. At this moment, everyone's eyes were left on the iron arrow flying over the side of Nuhar's scimitar. Even Liu Xi was full of energy, because once this iron arrow shot and killed Nuhar, he might be able to remove the siege of Yangqu.

"Amitabha."

A slight voice sounded in everyone's ears, and the brown linen clothes were barefoot like several figures that rushed out to protect Nuhar, but they did not have a bell, and they attacked much faster than they did.

A sound of regret sounded at the top of the city. After that, I probably remembered the previous Hun Wadesi, and his eyes showed fear.

The wizard's methods are strange, and more cruel methods are accompanied by them, which is inevitable that people will be shocked. However, Liu Xi never looked at those Wadesi, and his whole eyes remained on the figure holding the iron arrow with one hand.

Even though the night was dark, he could see that the shaved head and the neat scar on the top of his head were actually a disciple of the Buddha Sect.

"Yusheng..."

Xiao Wu said that there was a sense of panic in his words. Obviously, he also saw the thin disciple of the Buddhist sect. Over the past few hundred years, the Buddhist sect wanted to go south many times, but was defeated by the joint efforts of various schools of thought. Now the Hun army is coming. If it is related to the Buddhist sect, the situation will be much more serious than before.

"Thank you, Zen Master Luochen."

The shocked Nuhar said, and the latter threw away the iron arrow and clasped his hands together, "The great khan is in great fortune and blessings, follow the will of heaven and enter the Central Plains, and should not be frustrated here."

After saying this, Luo Chen walked backwards, but when he left, he turned to the top of the city, looked back and forth at Liu Xi, and then said the Buddhist chant, hiding in countless Huns' army.

"Shunbuling, your troops are 10,000 men as the pioneer; plums will send 5,000 men as the help, so that Ben Khan must take this city!"

Upon hearing this, Shunbuling's burly body suddenly shook. Others did not see the attack during the day, but he seemed to have experienced a nightmare. It was just the effort of breathing that his subordinates killed thousands of children and even lost one Wadesi.

Thinking of this, his heart was bleeding.

At this moment, the morale of Yangqu City was greatly shocked, and leading troops to attack would inevitably be subject to desperate resistance. As a vanguard, he would definitely suffer heavy losses.

But Shunbuling has no choice at the moment. Not to mention that Jinhu'er is his nephew, the third prince of Khan just went to war and was captured, and he did not know his life or death. Such a crime would be enough to be severely punished.

So, knowing that there were many difficulties, Shunbuling still responded and looked up at the Khalkha Plum Kan who had a gap with him. He felt the contempt and unconcealed excitement in the other party's eyes. Shunbuling couldn't help but snorted coldly, and beat the horse back to where his tribe was, and called his generals to arrange the siege.

"Are they going to give up tonight?"

Watching Nuhar walk backwards, Qu Lang whispered in a low voice.

"It's just the beginning."

The scout responded, and without waiting for Liu Xi's order, the hundreds of people from the generals arranged to guard the city and prepare for the war that was about to begin.
Chapter completed!