Wei Shuyang looked at Qingxia not far away, looking at the man covered in blood, with a hint of mockery on his frost-like cold face.

"You're a cripple right now. ”

He looked at Nangong Han and said, "So I don't accept surrender, let's die." ”

Hearing this, Nangong Han's face did not change any expression.

Wei Shuyang, as the commander of the Han army, should not have come here in person.

But he thinks that no matter how terrifying the strong man is, if he just has an arm cut off, he will be extremely weak. This is the best opportunity for the Han army, and it must be seized.

The problem was that the morale of the Han army was at its lowest at this time.

Fang Chong, who is known as the number one in the world, failed to kill this man in person, which also made the morale of the Han army extremely low.

That's why Wei Shuyang will personally lead the elite to attack Dugu Gorge.

will deliberately say this humiliating sentence.

Of course, he also made extremely careful preparations for this, there were dozens of powerful military cultivators around him, and there were guards with big shields to be vigilant, and he was not worried that he would be killed by that terrifying iron sword, Nangong Han looked at the general in the army.

He didn't know who the other person was, but he knew that the other person should be a very important person.

So he decided to kill the man.

If it was usual, he would definitely not think about it, so he walked over with an iron sword.

But he was seriously injured at this time, and his energy was extremely depleted, and he was very tired.

So he just stood quietly in place, quietly looking at Wei Shuyang.

He began to think about it.

How can I kill this person?

If it was before, he could have an infinite number of ways.

But now, he must find a new way.

He suddenly thought of the moment when Fang Zhong retreated.

The image played out quickly before his eyes, and then turned into a very slow superposition of countless images.

He saw it clearly.

He raised his left hand, and the iron sword summoned the autumn wind in front of Dugu Gorge.

The spirit of heaven and earth is restless, and the cold wind blows strongly.

His body was like a feather, floating and sinking on the surface of the water, and instantly drifted dozens of feet away.

He looked at Wei Shuyang in front of him and swung his sword.

Then he floated back and landed on the ground where he had been.

Wei Shuyang looked at Dugu Gorge and frowned slightly, he didn't know what was going on, he only felt a flower in front of him, and he didn't know that there was an extra blood line on his neck.

Then he looked at his subordinates beside him.

It was such a simple turn of his head, and he turned his head down.

His head detached from his body and fell to the ground.

Blood splattered.

Exclamations began.

Nangong Han's body shook slightly, and his face turned paler.

His essence, in this simple sweep and retreat, consumes even more.

He could fall at any moment.

He has already killed the enemy's commander.

He never feels like a mighty man.

But he's a real warrior.

A real warrior, even if he only has half a life left, must take the head of the general in the midst of ten thousand armies.

A cry of sorrow, followed by a torrential rain of hooves.

The black-pressed cavalry began to charge.

The trembling sound of the iron sword has sounded, and the spring water tinkles.

From time to time, cavalry fell from horseback, and from time to time, a war horse fell to the ground screaming, and then was trampled into flesh and blood by his companions behind.

Of course, Nangong Han is also holding on.

He swung his iron sword.

The hilt of the iron sword was held in his left hand, and it was still mighty.

The blood is raging, and the hooves are broken and the head is flying.

I don't know how many cavalrymen fell under the iron sword.

But there were too many cavalry rushing towards Dugu Gorge, and he had just broken an arm, and he was seriously wounded, and although he did not retreat like a reef in the black tide, he could not prevent the tide from gradually rising and flooding the reef.

Nangong Han's figure was gradually engulfed by the tide of cavalry.

Dozens of horsemen crossed the gradually fading iron sword and came to the front of Dugu Gorge.

Nangong retreated.

He looked at the somewhat distorted faces of the cavalrymen, and with a slight force in his hands, he broke the feathered arrows that had just been rolled up from the ground.

A stream of pure essence overflowed from his fingers.

On the ground of the field, which was full of blood and water of remnant arrows, five extremely deep ravines suddenly appeared.

Five ravines just enclose the exit of Dugu Gorge.

The ravines are deep, dark and bottomless, but not wide, and will hold the hooves of horses.

The front hooves of a war horse, stepping into a ravine, were broken by the tremendous force of the forward rush.

The neighing of the horses sounded one after another, and in an instant, more than a dozen war horses smashed to the ground.

There were a few shouts from the Han cavalry, and then they continued to charge.

Nangong Han gasped for a moment.

More than a dozen cold arrows were shot, and his face did not change.

A cavalryman bravely and luckily crossed the five ravines and rushed to Nangong Han.

The speed of the war horse was extremely fast, and the strong wind was blowing in the face.

Nangong Han raised his sword and smashed it down.

The heavy sword smashed accurately into the head of the war horse.

I only heard a click, and the horse's head suddenly cracked, and blood burst out.

The horse fell heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud of smoke.

Nangong Han raised his iron sword again and faced the next enemy.

I don't know how long the war lasted before Duguxia.

Autumn is moving westward, and the cold winds are getting colder.

Nangong Han's face was pale and he kept coughing up blood.

It's just that the iron sword in his hand is still waving, and the ground is full of war horses that have been killed by the storm.

Among the tidal cavalry, the cold light of the iron sword was no longer visible, only the stumps and blood that kept flying, proving that the man holding the iron sword was still alive and still fighting.

The night grew dark.

The Han army lit torches and continued to attack Dugu Gorge.

Illuminated by countless torches, the night seemed like day.

A whole night passed.

The story of what happened that night, those insistences, it is difficult to tell in words.

Whether it was Nangong Han or the cavalry of the Han army that attacked Dugu Gorge, they were all on the verge of collapse.

Morning came, but the sky was still dim.

In front of the green gorge, the iron sword reappeared.

Although it was already dim, although there were several gaps in the blade of the sword.

But the appearance of the iron sword still represents death.

Cavalry kept falling.

Countless blood splattered into the air and then fell, like a rain of blood.

In the rain of blood, Nangong Han kept killing people.

The cavalry gradually retreated, and a flat ground finally appeared before Dugu Gorge.

Nangong Han held an iron sword in his hand and stood in the middle.

There were corpses all over him.

No cavalry continued to charge.

The black tide turned into a quiet sea.

Huo Cheng, the deputy general of the Han Dynasty, looked at the tragic scene in front of him and suddenly felt very tired.

Too many people died that night.

He knew that if he continued to charge, he would eventually fail to hold Dugu Gorge.

The man with the iron sword in his hand always has a moment to fall.

But he did not order his subordinates to continue the charge.

Because everyone is already cold, they are already desperate.

The tide beats the reef and can lap for hundreds of millions of years.

But no one can afford it.

Huo Cheng noticed that several captains under his command, who were famous for their bravery, were looking at the large camp in the south, and he knew that these people, like himself, were waiting for the sound of Ming Jin's troops.

But there was no sound.

They wanted to fight again, but they didn't have the courage.

I don't know who started, maybe just an inconspicuous cavalryman, with a slight sound of horses' hooves, left the blood-stained Dugu Gorge and walked south, and then more and more cavalry left Dugu Gorge in silence.

Nangong Han held the sword in one hand and stood in front of Qingshan.

He was covered in blood and pale, but his expression was still peaceful.

It is a word used to describe mountains and forests.

Sometimes it can also be used to describe a person's temperament and appearance.

For example, he at this time.

Looking at the thousands of cavalry who gradually left Dugu Gorge, the iron sword in his hand finally fell slowly.

Then he looked up at the green hills.

In the morning light, I saw how charming the green mountains were.

The ground in front of Dugu Gorge was relatively hard because it had been crushed by the spirit of heaven and earth of several peerless powerhouses in a row, and the rain seeped slowly, accumulating in the messy horseshoe prints.

There was a rumbling sound in the distance to the south of the field, and the earth began to shake, and the shallow water in the hoof prints began to shake.

"The city crossbow has finally arrived. ”

Nangong Han looked at the things that appeared in the distance, feeling the vibration coming from the soles of his feet. Said to himself.

His clothes could no longer be restored to their original state, and hung on his body like rags, bearing the light rain falling from the sky, and he bowed his head, very tired.

He looked at the water in the hoof prints in front of him and was silent.

There were stumps and corpses everywhere in front of Dugu Gorge, only his body was relatively empty.

After Fang Zhong retreated, there were a series of battles in front of Dugu Gorge, and every time the Han army saw that it was about to devour him, they would always be repelled by him in a desperate situation.

Huo Cheng stood in the distance opposite. As the current commander of the entire army, he finally saw the dawn of victory.

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