Qiao Lan has never been a weak person, she expected that Feng Qixiang's accident would not cause her to fall, but it was the last one that overwhelmed the camel, although she did not show it, she was already overwhelmed by the pain of parting. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After fainting, what appeared in front of her was a city, a city towering in the flames of war, and on the vast Gobi Desert in front of her, war drums were rising, wolf smoke was billowing, and the sound of killing shook the sky...... The blood-soaked sand fields converge into scarlet tidal flats......

The black-uniformed Dingyuan Army collided with the earthy yellow Bouvin Army.

The Bowen army is brave and strong, and the Dingyuan army may as well give more, and the two armies are evenly matched, and they start the most brutal battle. Feng Qixiang rushed to the front of the battle, fought bloodily, and everywhere the moon slashing knife went, there were countless casualties. Not far from him, Feng Yi and the others were also fighting bravely to kill the enemy, and some of the dead soldiers also appeared and joined the battle......

The two armies were killed and wounded.

What broke the stalemate of the battle was the sudden appearance of a large number of powerful soldiers in the rear of the Bouvin army, and the strong body was not their greatest advantage, but the disc they held in their hands.

Rounded ...... Qiao Lan was shocked. She had seen the introduction of the round blade in a book called "Mysterious Cold Martial Arts", which was a very strange cold weapon. The edge of the disc is sharpened so that it can be used as a shield for guarding, a weapon for attacking, and even more ferociously, the disc is not only a close-range weapon, but also a weapon for long-range attacks......

Thousands of discs were skillfully thrown, drawing a series of cold silver tracks in the air, back and forth, forcibly splitting out two bloody paths, on the road, either dead or wounded, wailing bursts.

The round blade was like a life harvester, taking the lives of thousands of Dingyuan troops in an instant.

Feng Qixiang took the moon slashing knife, urging the frightening wind, killing the Bowen army with a round blade, the moon slashing knife was invincible, and the round blade soldiers were unstoppably slashed under the horse, however, the round blade soldiers were scattered in the battle, no matter how much he could kill, he could not sway the situation to Bowen tilted.

Outside the battle, Qiao Lan, who seemed to be a bystander, could only watch Feng Qixiang take the lead and enter the enemy army, she was anxious, but she couldn't do anything, she couldn't do anything.

Fortunately, Feng Yi and a few also quickly caught up, and at this moment, the vision arose again, and dozens of people in the Bowen army suddenly took out strange tools, the front section was similar to a bird cage, and the back was implicated with iron chains......

Blood droplets threw out !! cage with more than two feet of iron chains, covering the person's head, closing the mechanism, and then retracting, leaving only the headless corpse...... This is a big killer weapon specially designed to take the head...... On the battlefield, the lethality of blood droplets is really minimal, but when it is used against generals, it is a different matter, one general is worth a thousand soldiers, and it is worth ten thousand horses.

Why do the legendary weapons take turns and are in the hands of the enemy?

Qiao Lan was horrified, struggling to rush over, whether it was a field or a spatial blade, as long as she could contact the shadowy crisis for Feng Qixiang, even if it was exposed in front of everyone, however, she couldn't move, she dreamed back to this, she was just a bystander, but she couldn't shake a penny here, and she helped Feng Qixiang in vain.

Feng Qixiang and his guards are not vegetarians, and after a while, several of those bloody killers who came over were all killed, but not everyone who was targeted could escape the doom of the separation of the corpses.

This is where the cruelty of war lies, there are dead and wounded, all flesh and blood, and you will not be separated because of your high rank.

A Bowen army with blood drops lurked in the pile of dead, waiting for Wu Guishan, the second-in-command of the Yuan Army, to fight over, suddenly burst out and threw the blood drops over, Wu Guishan's deputy general was quick to move, stepped forward, resisted with his body, and was knocked out, and the blood drops still attacked Wu Guishan.

said that it was too late, and then quickly, a person flashed out and pushed Wu Guishan away, but he was covered in blood droplets......

"Uncle Bai!!"

Feng Qixiang was dumbfounded, his body suddenly burst out with infinite potential, and he came to Bai Chongsha in an instant, and the moon slashing knife in his hand accurately pierced the Bowen army that was pulling blood drops and nailed it to the ground.

Bai Chongsha stood motionless, motionless, motionless......

"Uncle Bai......" Feng Qixiang couldn't bear it, his voice unconsciously had a bit of trill, his eyes were also bloodshot, and there was a bit of hope in his despair, it's okay, Uncle Bai is fine...... He stretched out his hand to help Bai Chongsha remove the cage covering his head, and as soon as his hand touched it, scarlet blood spurted out, spraying him all over his face.

Blood droplets rolled to the ground, and the body in front of him also fell down, Feng Qixiang surveyed and caught it, and two hot tears rolled down, mixed with blood, mottled his face, "Uncle Bai, Uncle Bai......"

Feng Qixiang has never hated himself so much as at this moment, if he is a little stronger, if he is a little faster, but it is only a little bit short, so he can only watch Uncle Bai being mutilated by the enemy and his body separated.

"Ahhh......h

"Damn, you all deserve to die!" his figure flickered, and in a few moments he came to a raging Bowen army, and the moon slashing knife flashed coldly, slashing it in half, and the blood droplets that were about to be thrown out also fell, and he could no longer be reckless, and he swept towards another target.

"Feng Yi, protect the general!" Wu Guishan was also injured, but he still tried his best to shout and let Feng Yi chase after him.

Feng Yi and the Feng family also wanted to keep up, but Feng Qixiang's speed was unbelievably fast, and they couldn't even fully capture his tracks, let alone keep up.

In the rear of the Bowen army, Saladi sat on a specially made chariot that was three feet high, which could be called a mobile fortress, and watched the whole battle situation condescendingly, and four tall pillars stood around the chariot, and at the top of the pillars were soldiers holding flags, and his military orders were issued to the battlefield through the combination of flags.

Blood droplets are extremely difficult to use, and their soldiers are invaluable. Feng Qixiang burst into a rage and slaughtered seven or eight soldiers who used blood drops, and seeing that he did not slaughter them all, Saladi issued a new order to let the blood drop soldiers retreat.

Feng Qixiang only had the dozens of soldiers holding blood droplets in his eyes, seeing that they wanted to retreat, and some of the blood drops still had the heads of his subordinates, he was furious, wielding the moon slashing knife to chase after them...

Saladi's way of governing the army is biased towards civil rule, he has a strategy, he is good at arranging troops, and in his eyes, the generals are the fundamental......

So he specially trained a group of people to target enemy generals with drops of blood.

So he has always sat in the rear to strategize and dispatch troops.

Therefore, he felt that Feng Qixiang, as the supreme commander, personally went into battle to fight, which was extremely stupid.

When Feng Qixiang disregarded his own safety and chased the blooddrop soldiers to his camp, Saladi turned the strong crossbow on the chariot, aimed, and his hand did not hesitate to pick the mechanism, and the crossbow arrows made of cold iron flashed with a terrifying cold light, and attacked the red-eyed man like a broken bamboo.

The commander is the soul of the army, and without the soul, the army will naturally fall apart.

No!! Qiao Lan roared, but except for watching the arrow shoot straight at Feng Qixiang and hit his vest, she couldn't do anything, even the shouting was silent, suddenly, her body tingled, and the tip of her nose smelled an indescribable fragrance.

Qiao Lan opened her eyes, and entered the worried master.

"Disciple, you're having a nightmare. ”

"......" Qiao Lan stretched out her hand to cover her heart, which was still beating wildly, it was just a dream...... Is it?