Ji Paper Kite raised her eyebrows and said, "You still don't admit defeat?"

Yan Li also raised his eyebrows: "Why should I admit defeat?"

"Do you still want to win?" said Hime.

Yan Li smiled and said, "Is there anyone in this world who likes to lose?"

"You're gambling with their lives. Ji Paper Kite frowned.

Yan Li said: "You are wrong. ”

Ji Paper Kite frowned and said, "Two third-grade martial artists, they will collapse at the first touch, do you still have a way to save the situation?"

Yan Li said: "I can't help it. ”

"Then what did I do wrong?" said Hime.

Yan Li smiled: "Look at that desolate warrior, he is very clever, and he found a breakthrough by playing a trick. But you also said that in the face of absolute power, any fancy, words are pale, since he wants to play small tricks, it proves that his strength can no longer play a crushing role. ”

Ji Paper Kite said, "What do you want to say?"

Yan Li said: "The soldiers under your command are all battle-hardened soldiers, and being demoted to the Xishan Battalion does not mean that they can't fight, maybe it is because they are too good at fighting that they end up in this fate." ”

Ji Jiji sneered: "What nonsense are you talking about, I ask myself, I have always had clear rewards and punishments, and I have never treated meritorious soldiers badly." If they can fight, then they must be very meritorious, how can they be relegated to this place?"

Although she is not a gentle woman, she will not say anything too rude, and the royal etiquette education has been deeply ingrained in her bones, which cannot be changed.

So when she said Xishan Camp, in order to express her contempt as much as possible, she used the word "broken place" to describe it.

Yan Li couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" said Ji Paper Kite was very annoyed.

"Because I also understand one thing. Yan Li smiled.

Ji Paper Kite looked at him and didn't speak.

Yan Li liked to look at her very much, and said: "You look very mature, very calm, and a qualified empress, but you are actually still a child in your heart, you are very smart, and some things can be understood as long as you think about it, but you don't want to think about it, you want the world to be beautiful, but you don't know that it is cruel in the first place, this is your weakness." ”

Ji Paper Kite had already understood what he meant, and said indifferently: "Does everyone have to be like you?"

"Like me?" said Yan Li.

Ji Paper Kite said: "As painful as you, pessimistic. ”

Yan Li said: "What am I suffering from?"

Ji Paper Kite said: "If you don't say it, how do I know?"

The smile disappeared from Yan Li's face for the first time, it was obviously a sunny day, but his face was like a black cloud.

Ji Paper Kite kept looking at him, and her heart suddenly softened, and said: "Everyone has a past, and the past is indelible, but the pain is okay, you have to think about it." ”

"You're about to lose, and you're still in the mood to comfort me. Yan Li smiled again, but very reluctantly.

As soon as the desolate warrior was shocked, he shook Wang Chuan and Hu Bugui back, and seemed to shock the remaining three fourth-grade martial artists on the spot, he smirked and rushed forward, the speed was simply not proportional to his huge body, as fast as lightning.

But there was one thing that was faster than him, and it was an arrow, a short arrow, and although it was fast, it didn't seem to have much power, and at most it would kill a pheasant or something, and if it was a wild boar, it might not even break the skin.

The desolate warrior had been slashed seventy or eighty times before, stabbed fifty or sixty times, and had not even left a white mark, so how could he be afraid of this little arrow? He deliberately humiliated its master.

He had seen its owner, a skinny little old man with a mustache that looked like a mouse. He'd seen mice, but it was the first time he'd seen a rat that looked like a human. Whether it's a real rat or a rat that looks like a human, in front of him, under the divine power of Aragami, all he can do is tremble.

The thin old man, just as he had expected, lost all his strength after the arrow was shot, and his eyes were desperate, as if he already knew that his arrow would never be able to do anything, because the target of the arrow had already been missed, and it would not hit the desert warrior at all.

In order to humiliate him, the desolate warrior smirked and deliberately puffed up his chest to meet the arrow.

Laugh at!

With a muffled sound, the short arrow pierced in.

The desolate warrior felt a sharp pain that pierced his heart, spreading from the wound to his head, and then his whole body suddenly became sore. The courage he relies on is the violent energy hidden in his muscles, and if his muscles are sore, how can he trigger it?

Poison on the arrow!

His first thought was to get the truth, and then to be angry and humiliated, he remembered the small tricks he had played before, and since he got the truth, he naturally woke up: he was also being played by the other party at the moment.

Sure enough, the little bearded old man suddenly laughed, his smile treacherous and cunning, like an old fox.

He's not a mouse, he's an old fox.

In fact, Pei Qianlai also has a very loud name in the army: the King of Armor Piercing.

His archery skills are amazing, not his target, but his arrows, as long as he shoots out, no matter how strong the shield can be pierced, and the courage of the desolate man, of course, is no exception.

However, as resounding as his name is his quasi-head, he seems to have been born without talent, and the arrows he shoots, eleven out of ten arrows miss.

At this moment, Wang Chuan suddenly rushed forward again, his face was still so pale, if he wanted to deceive others, did he have to deceive himself first? But his tiger eyes were blazing, and he could not see at all that this was a person who had been frustrated.

The earthy yellow vitality on his body was once again condensed, and the desolate warrior had no choice but to resist the other party as if he were fighting with a brute bull.

If the Desolate Warriors are at ease, then they are now powerless.

Pei Qianlai smeared the poison on the arrow, even if it was an elephant, he had fallen to the ground at this moment and couldn't move, and he could still wrestle with Wang Chuan, which was amazing enough.

However, Wang Chuan is not the only one.

Sun Lei, who looks dark, has delicate facial features, and looks lazy, has rushed up with a long lance, and when he is charging, you will never feel that he is lazy, but has a snatching look. The lance poked out like lightning, swept past Wang Chuan's shoulder, and with a "bang", it hit the chest of the desolate warrior.

The desolate warrior only felt a tightness in his chest, and opened his mouth to let out this breath of "wow".

Wang Chuan sneered, and the whole person crashed into it like a bull.

Boom!

The mountain-like figure of the desolate warrior was knocked away by him, flying out like a boulder.

Just behind him, there was someone waiting for him, Zhang Donglin who was holding an iron fan.

Looking at the moving Roshan flying over, his face suddenly became cruel, he turned around, and the iron fan suddenly grew a large section, just like a retractable wishful stick, and the fan body also became round, as if it was a real stick.

He grabbed the stick in both hands, and with a twist he slammed into the back of the desolate warrior.

Boom!

The desert warrior only felt as if his backbone was broken, and he screamed in pain. This time it's not a trick again, it's really painful to scream.

Like a ball, he was hit at Sun Lei, who was holding a long lance.

Sun Lei grinned slightly, and he also turned around suddenly, and the long lance slapped from the bottom up, hitting the jaw of the desolate warrior.

The whole body of the desolate warrior flew upwards again, his entire jaw almost shattered in sharp pain, and his brass bell-like eyes stared at them deadly, hatred and bloodlust, full of eyes.

But his pupils shrank suddenly, because he saw Hu Bugui, who was stunned by him, stood up at some point, and he was holding a knife in his hand, not a standard Miao knife, it was a treasure knife, a knife that could be called a treasure weapon, so it was called a treasure knife.

A three-rank martial artist, if he still uses a standard Miao knife, that is the real joke.

When the desolate warrior was still thinking about how to take back control of his body, Hu Bugui's knife was already unsheathed, and the knife light flickered, and it was not as amazing as Yan Shiyi's Purple Night Knife, but the unpretentious knife light was also the sword light of killing.

Without a courageous guard, the two arms of the desolate warrior were cut off in an instant.

When the desolate warrior fell to the ground, Hu Bugui had already put the knife back into the sheath, turned around coldly and strode away, and after completing what he had to do, he didn't even look at the desolate warrior on the ground, and Yan Li on the flagpole.

For this, the people of Xishan Camp have long been accustomed to it.

Wang Chuan even directly ordered: "Treat the wounded, clean up the corpses, and move." ”

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the desolate warriors, who were already weak, suddenly jumped up from the ground and rushed in the direction they came from.

His two severed hands were still on the ground, and blood was gurgling from the wounds, but he was still walking like a fly, and one had to marvel at his vitality.

"Catch him!

When everyone was still stunned, an angry voice muttered.

It was Li Yuanfa, as soon as the desolate man appeared, he hid, and now he suddenly ran out and instructed the Xishan camp in a frustrated manner.

Wang Chuan glared at him, and wanted to chase after him, but suddenly stopped, because Yan left the mouth.

"No need to chase. Yan Li said lightly.

"Why don't you chase? Why don't you chase?" Li Yuanfa asked twice in a row, and said anxiously, "No, don't chase, quickly arrest him back, I will hand him over to the marshal, and I will definitely be able to torture a lot of information!"

Yan Li looked at him with a smile: "You want to please Zhang Zhidong so much, why don't you chase it yourself?"

"I ...... I ......" Li Yuanfa blushed.

Just now, some people have already seen his behavior of hiding, and everyone is very contemptuous of his greed for life and fear of death at this moment, how can they still stand on his side.

Of course, they are full of fighting spirit and arrogance at the moment, and they have forgotten that they are also crying for their fathers and mothers.

"Wang Chuan. Yan Li shouted.

"Humble ...... In!" Wang Chuan frowned and reluctantly clenched his fists.

"Bring Envoy Li, who was hiding on the side to watch the play just now, out of the Xishan camp. ”

Wang Chuan thought about it, he was about to do this, so he responded: "Wow!" and went to drive people away.

Li Yuanfa's face changed: "Yan Li, you can't do this to me, hurry up and chase the desolate warriors back, otherwise I will definitely ...... to the marshal"

Before he finished his words, he suddenly seemed to finally realize who he was threatening, his face was pale, and he didn't dare to say a word again.

He didn't need Wang Chuan to rush, he ran to the carriage and prepared to leave.

"I bought the carriage, who let you use it?"

Yan Li's cold voice came from behind, and he stiffened, then got out of the carriage and fled.

Yan Li looked at his back and sneered.

"I thought you'd be killed. Ji Paper Kite said lightly.

"Why should I kill my mouth?" Yan said.

"You let go of a desert warrior. Ji Paper Kite said.

Yan Li smiled: "Don't you want to know how this desolate man came from?"

"Yes. Ji Paper Kite said.

"Then follow me obediently. Yan Li took him by the column, swept from the flagpole to the wooden wall of the barracks, and swept into the mountains and forests in another column.

"Wang Chuan, before I come back, do what needs to be done well, otherwise you are the only one who asks!"

Wang Chuan frowned deeply, but suddenly dissolved again and laughed slowly.

"Head, where are you Sichun?" Zhang Donglin walked over and said with a grin.

"Get out!" Wang Chuan glared at him.

Zhang Donglin was not afraid of him, and asked with a smile: "Otherwise, why are you laughing so lewdly?"

Wang Chuan looked into the distance and said lightly: "I have a hunch that in the next battle, some will be fought, and as long as some of them are fought, they will be able to make meritorious contributions, isn't this a thing to be happy about?"