Huang Yuchen ran in the front, picked up his big sword, and slashed directly at the first enemy. A light yellow light shone in. Seeing this, the enemy immediately raised his sword to block it. With a "clang", Huang Yuchen slashed the enemy's long sword with one knife, but it did not happen before. The effect of killing him with one knife was as effective as before. The soldier just took a few steps back, his qi and blood were surging in his chest, and he was not seriously injured.

Seeing this, Huang Yuchen was secretly shocked, but his hands did not stop. He raised his sword, wrapped in solid fighting spirit, and then slashed at the soldier again. Huang Yuchen used ten of his strength to this sword. Seeing this, the soldier did not see any shock at all. He immediately held the knife in both hands, raised it again, and blocked it.

The sound of "clang" came again. This time the soldier took Huang Yuchen's sword and felt a thousand pounds of gravity coming from his hand. The long sword in his hand fell down and penetrated straight to the ground. He wanted to go forward and draw the sword, but found that he could no longer use his strength. When he looked down, he saw that his thumbs broke from the joints, his skin was blooming, and blood was oozing out. He couldn't help but be shocked. Just as he was about to retreat, Huang Yuchen's second sword had already attacked, and he slashed his chest armor with one knife. He felt that he seemed to be hit by a strong bull, and a crisp "click" sound sound sounded in his ears, and his whole person flew up and his consciousness dissipated.

Huang Yuchen had three swords to deal with the first sergeant who jumped off the cliff. He kept running towards the second sergeant. The light yellow fighting spirit was wrapped on the big sword. With the experience just now, he was no longer retained. Each sword was used to do his best. The enemy soldiers' fighting spirit wrapped around the sword. Every time they fought hard, they were shot down by Huang Yuchen, swinging the sword again, ending their lives.

In a flash, when Li Hui led a group of soldiers to come, Huang Yuchen had already solved four enemy troops and was rushing towards the fifth enemy.

At this moment, the enemy troops on the cliff came like heavy rain and fell one after another. Huang Yuchen waved his sword to deal with the fifth enemy. At this moment, he looked up and saw dozens of enemy troops pulling out their long swords, with a cold light, looking at him faintly.

Huang Yuchen gasped slightly, holding a big knife in his hand, without taking a step back, but the qi and blood in his chest were surging, and the fighting spirit was surging, and there was a faint image of exhaustion.

The enemy troops that were raiding at this moment were obviously much more elite than those who had jumped to the city before, and their cultivation was far above the previous enemy. At least there were intermediate cultivation levels of cultivators and had already entered the ranks of cultivators. However, those who jumped to the city before were only practicing Dou Qi. At best, there were low-level cultivation levels of cultivators, but they were only one level away, but they were far apart.

The reason why he was able to solve five enemies in a flash was that he used all his strength, and the other was that Huang Yuchen's fighting spirit was only slightly yellow, and it seemed that the most cultivators had intermediate levels. However, in fact, Huang Yuchen's cultivation was approaching the level of cultivator. In addition, the Hunyuan Formation condensed fighting spirit. Although he himself did not notice it, his fighting spirit was much higher than that of the cultivator of the same level. Even if he faced the advanced cultivator head-on, he could still get a draw. The enemy soldier misjudged Huang Yuchen's cultivation level and was killed by him within a few moves.

Li Hui rushed to Huang Yuchen with a long sword in his hand, and the yellow fighting spirit covered his whole body. The dozens of soldiers behind him were all shrouded in the yellow fighting spirit. The cultivation level of these two pairs of soldiers was not even below that of monks.

Even so, facing several times the number of enemies on your side, he is still a little short of his own.

When Huang Yuchen saw Li Hui standing beside him, he was about to remind Li Hui, but he glanced at a small figure in the corner of his eyes, holding a long sword in his hand. He suddenly turned around, but saw Li Zhong standing beside a group of soldiers, holding a long sword in his hand, his body was filled with yellow fighting spirit, and he was glaring at the soldiers in front of him with anger.

Huang Yuchen was shocked. With Li Zhong's two tricks, he could still have life to face these soldiers. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing. He suddenly flashed and a long sword slashed straight, and was avoided by his own survey. He subconsciously condensed his fighting spirit, and waved the big sword in his hand and slashed straight in front of the chest of the soldier. The soldier vomited blood and took a few steps back.

Huang Yuchen stood firmly, and his two long swords immediately attacked him like he was, chopping back his words. He couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. He held the knife in his hands and fought with the other party.

"Kill!" Li Hui roared, and his long sword wrapped in fighting spirit, and suddenly slashed at the enemy in front of him. The soldiers behind him rushed forward, and their swords and weapons rushed into the local camp, fighting with the opponent in close combat.

Huang Yuchen was extremely anxious, worried about Li Zhong's safety. Regardless of his fighting spirit about to dry up, he waved his big sword wildly and killed the two soldiers in front of him. He hurriedly looked behind him, but he saw Li Zhong holding a long sword in his hand and was already fighting with a soldier. The two light yellow fighting spirits collided with each other, and the sound of swords and weapons continued.

Li Zhong was tall, but he only reached the chest of the soldiers in front of him, and his strength was obviously insufficient. Even with Huang Yuchen's fighting spirit, he could only survey and defend. The enemy soldiers would not be able to do their best because you were a child? They only had two swords against Li Zhong. Li Zhong had already taken a few steps back and was about to be unable to hold on and was killed by the opponent.

Huang Yuchen was anxious and immediately wanted to lift the knife to help, but a sharp pain came from behind. The big knife in his hand suddenly waved back and hit the head of the opponent's sergeant, with great force. With a "default", a pit appeared in the enemy's sergeant's helmet, and the sergeant's head split in response to the sound, bleeding from seven orifices on the spot, and died of a life of death.

Looking at Li Zhong again, he was forced to retreat several steps by the soldier. His feet slipped and he fell to the ground. Seeing this, the enemy soldier immediately raised his sword and asked for a knife to defeat Li Zhong. Huang Yuchen was shocked and immediately threw out the sword in his hand to rescue Li Zhong. However, when Li Zhong fell, he rolled on the ground and avoided the sergeant's fatal blow. His body was agile and quickly walked around behind the sergeant, jumped up suddenly, jumped onto the sergeant's back, lifted the long sword, and stabbed the sergeant with force.

The sergeant fell to the ground, vomited blood in his mouth, and died of a life of untimely death. He didn't know how he died at the hands of a child.

Li Zhong kicked the sergeant's body down, pulled out his long sword, glanced at Huang Yuchen, and without saying a word, he immediately rushed towards another sergeant.

Seeing this, Huang Yuchen felt a little relieved. He took back the big knife. The severe pain came from behind, which made him frown. The knife that was cut by the enemy just now was in the middle of the back. At this moment, the severe pain came. It felt that the depth of the wound had already affected his movements.

Huang Yuchen resisted the pain. At this moment, his soldiers had already fought with the enemy, and no enemy rushed towards him. He took a step back, inserted his sword into the ground, quickly took off his long gown, twisted it into a rope in his hand, tied it tightly on his chest, which was considered a simple bandage. He moved his arms slightly, and had a slight effect. Although the pain in his back was still there, it no longer affected his movements.

He pulled out the big sword with the momentum, and the fighting spirit surged out, and he flashed and joined the battle group.

at the same time.

The battle at the main gate has entered the final stage.

The first team of soldiers had fired all the crossbow arrows, but they were blocked by the phalanx soldiers using suicide, and failed to destroy the rushing car.

At this moment, the square formation had advanced not far from the main gate of the mountain village. Their own crossbows had been activated, and the fifth team of soldiers were holding up stones and water tanks, waiting for the enemy's square formation not far away to push them closer.

Although the equipment at the top of the city was exhausted, no soldiers were killed. All the crossbows shot from the square formation below were avoided by their own soldiers, and they also pulled out the arrow feathers they shot and reflected them back, causing many casualties and injuries.

Therefore, the enemy's crossbow formation no longer stimulates the arrow feathers upwards, but draws out a long sword to prepare to attack the city.

During this slow advancement, the enemy's phalanx suffered heavy casualties. In this short distance, no less than two hundred corpses had been left. The entire phalanx condensed into a ball, wrapped the chasing chases tightly and continued to move forward. The range of the phalanx had been reduced by half compared to before, and the remaining sergeants were less than 200.

The white-faced soldier fought at the top of the city, shot out the last arrow feather on his body, killed an enemy army, looked around, and there was no arrow feather on the top of the city without stones and other items. He couldn't help but frown. Li Hui issued a death order in front of the city, and he must destroy the opponent's rushing car. If the rushing car approaches the city gate, the mountain gate will be wide open, and the 200 sergeants will enter the camp with a coefficient of 200 sergeants, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, the white-faced sergeant suddenly pulled out his sword, raised his head high, and shouted: "The first team of sergeants obeyed the order!"

"Here!" The seven or eight soldiers in the first team pulled out their swords together and shouted.

"Calendar the city with me and destroy the city chassis car!" After saying that, he looked down and saw that the formation had reached the edge of the village gate. The enemy soldiers were dispersing. The huge front end of the city chassis was heading towards the mountain gate. It was pushed by several enemy troops and immediately arrived at the city gate.

The white-faced sergeant roared, jumped off the city and rushed towards the Chongcheng car. The seven or eight soldiers behind him, without any hesitation, jumped down in their hands, and rushed towards the Chongcheng car and rushed towards the Chongcheng car without any hesitation.

The fifth team of soldiers who were left at the top of the city raised stones, water tanks, wooden stakes and other items that could cause damage, and smashed them down desperately. Several enemy troops were hit and died immediately on the spot.

"Kill!" The white-faced soldier landed on the ground and fell into the heavy encirclement of the place. The long sword wrapped in the fighting spirit and slashed wantonly. The fighting spirit splattered and blood was everywhere. With one knife, an enemy army died in a bad life.

The more than a hundred soldiers led by Li Hui were all experienced and experienced in many battles and had a high level of cultivation. Compared with the enemy, the single combat power gap was still huge. However, the number of enemies was too large. Seven or eight soldiers fell into the enemy formation. Although they fought desperately, they were still surrounded by the enemy and could not move forward at all.

At this moment, the Chongcheng car had already arrived at the Qingfengzhai Mountain Gate. Several soldiers pulled up wooden stakes. With a loud "boom", the Chongcheng car's wooden stakes hit the mountain gate, and the entire mountain gate was shocked.

When the white-faced sergeant heard this, he was extremely anxious. He suddenly waved several waves before. The yellow sword energy condensed into substance, directly slashed the two soldiers in front of him, waved their long swords and forced them to retreat, looked towards the rushing car, jumped up, stepped on the wooden wall of Qingfeng Village, and turned around in the air and attacked the rushing car directly.

The other first team of soldiers tried their best to kill the surrounding enemy troops, but the number of enemy troops was too large and outnumbered. At this moment, they were covered in wounds and were exploring and resisting.

"For the blue!" The white-faced sergeant roared, raised his long sword, and suddenly slashed at the city car in front of him.

"For the blue!" The other soldiers shouted immediately, waving the long sword in their hands, and fighting spirit surged.

The white-faced sergeant cut his life to the enemy, took out his clothes from his arms, and his body was dark, and a slender lead was hung down.

The white-faced sergeant suddenly swung his sword and forced the surrounding enemy troops back. He threw his long sword forward and rushed straight to a sergeant opposite. The sergeant quickly raised his sword to block it, and the long sword was raised up. The long sword thrown by the white-faced sergeant immediately flew up and inserted it on the Qingfengzhai Mountain Gate.

The white-faced sergeant used all his fighting spirit and suddenly gathered in his hands. The fighting spirit was running rapidly, becoming hotter and hotter.

The white-faced sergeant was about to draw the search closer to the Dou Qi, and the "sniff" sound was immediately ignited.

The white-faced sergeant smiled grimly, holding the ignited burst arrow, and suddenly rushed towards the Chongcheng car in front of him. The enemy soldiers gathered in front of the Chongcheng car. When they saw the white-faced sergeant rushing towards him, they did not escape, but rushed towards the White-faced sergeant.

"boom……"
Chapter completed!