Moment.

Under the light of the fire, I saw a strong figure, quickly climbed the ladder, climbed towards the city tower, the speed of climbing was fast, before the people in the city came back to their senses, he fell with a knife, slashed and killed two people, and jumped into the city wall in the blink of an eye. The cold light of the knife in his hand was everywhere, and he slashed hard, and the silver-white cold air slowly condensed, and the people in the city did not dare to approach for a while.

As the god of war in the return department, Camus personally climbed the city tower to fight, which undoubtedly boosted the morale of the people returning the building under the city. In an instant, the soldiers began to regroup the siege troops, and the flow of people poured towards the city wall like a tide.

On the wall of the Yunyun city in the middle of the night, there are sword lights, sword shadows and blood lights.

The shouting and killing of the army under the city shook the sky.

"Be careful!" An exclamation, Nan Wu raised his hand and collided with a cold light, shocking him with pain.

Camus's eyes were filled with anger, and the killing blade in his hand swept across, and Nanwu took a step back, choking and dodging.

And the other party instantly shot again, and it was a heavy slash, and there was no way to avoid it, Nanwu had to raise the head knife in his hand again to resist, but he only heard a dull crisp sound of "ding bell", and the head knife in his hand was split in two in response, and a cold light crossed Nanwu's face.

- It was so dangerous, it was almost split in half. A chill came from his face, and a bone-chilling chill seeped into his skin from his cheeks, and he felt as if he had experienced a bitter winter.

A mouthful of blood oozed from the corner of Nanwu's mouth, the knife just now was full of dark energy, at this time, the qi and blood in his body were surging, the wrist bone of his right hand seemed to be shattered, Nanwu only felt that the muscles on his right arm spasmed and twitched, the whole arm was torn and painful, and his face was as pale as paper.

"You betrayed the Yelang clan back then, and this revenge will be avenged today!" The familiar figure pushed Nan Wu away, and pointed the short knife in his hand at the man to meet him.

"Your Yelang clan is exhausted, and we just obey the will of heaven. Camus swept with a sword, lightly splitting the oncoming edge, and replied lightly.

"If you are still a Lou clan, you are only worthy of being a dog that survives. I saw a shadow coming close to my face, and the figure of the person who spoke flashed, and a sharp cold light stabbed towards the man's chest unexpectedly.

Camus's face changed, and he suddenly became solemn, and the knife in his hand hurriedly blocked, and he avoided the knife in a daze.

As if he had expected it, a short dagger flashed out of his left sleeve and stabbed Camus into his knife-wielding right shoulder.

"Poof" into the flesh, blood splattered from Camus's shoulder, he gritted his teeth, and subconsciously chased in the direction where the figure flashed.

"Look at the knife!" Camus shouted angrily, the knife was powerful and heavy, accompanied by the power of thunder.

The leader of the Yelang people touched the ground on his toes, and with a light leap fell to the battlement at the edge of the wall, and Camus chased after him with a single miss.

"You can't win me with brute force. The leader of the Yelang people was a little on tiptoe, and his figure volleyed a backflip, and between the flips of his body, the short knife in his hand leaned forward, drawing a perfect silver arc in the air, and the sword light slashed, cutting a deep blood groove on the man's chest.

Camus didn't retreat at all, letting the blood flow like this, the cold blade in his hand was full of endless killing intent, and he slashed towards the leader of the Yelang people one by one, but the knife still missed.

The swift figure fought and retreated, not in the slightest. Camus's sharp slashing was like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves, seemingly unstoppable, showing killing, but he was like a shock, floating outside the wind, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Camus's target is not just this agile leader of the Yoro, he is extremely murderous, although he slashes around the opponent, from time to time he slaughters the enemies around him like chopping melons and vegetables. At this time, dozens of corpses that had been beheaded by him were already lying at his feet.

He raised his hand and cut off the head of a retreating Yoro, then panted and turned around and slashed at the leader of the group of Yoro.

And the leader of the Yelang people seemed to have already penetrated everything, and at the moment when the other party turned around and slashed, his figure moved, dodging and rolling behind Camus, and the short knife in his hand slashed heavily from the bottom to the top, this knife directly cut the rattan armor on his back, and the sharp short knife cut his flesh and skin, and a long blood mark instantly oozed out of the vine armor, fainting on the man's broad back.

The gaze of the leader of the Yelang people swept over the back of Camus's neck, and a fiery red serpentine pattern loomed, and his expression couldn't help but change slightly, and he took a step back lightly, with a sneering face: "Against the defenders of only a thousand people, since you have used blood sacrifices......

"Don't talk nonsense, look at the knife!" Camus didn't wait for him to finish, and slashed at him,

I saw that the leader of Yelang was a little on tiptoe, and one jumped on the eaves of the South City Tower, stepping on the glazed tiles, and sighed in his mouth.

"Hahaha, it seems that you are still in the Lou clan, even if you sacrifice the life of that old man, you are still so unbearable. The leader of the Yelang people looked at Camus a few steps away with contempt, and the corners of his mouth smiled with interest, "A dog is a dog, and it will never become a wolf!"

"You're looking for death!" Camus felt as if he had been touched by the scales, and the killing blade in his hand burst out with a red aura like fire, and the fire snake print on his neck suddenly flashed red.

Camus raised the knife in his hand, anger burning in his resentful eyes, and with a slash, a fiery red sword light swept towards the castle tower where the leader of the Yelang people had stood.

"Boom" with a loud sound, a few meters apart, this knife actually split the south city tower in half, just now the leader of the Yelang people landed on the half of the city tower collapsed, the sharp knife like a hurricane tore half of the city tower, the masonry and earth rolled into the air.

This knife smashed half of the city tower, and the intention was not reduced, and it swept towards Dian Yun City, and the ruined houses in the city were also wrapped up in the sky, and then a piece of sand and gravel flew in Dian Cloud City. In the blur, a figure stood abruptly on the eaves of the dilapidated building, a pair of blue eyes shining in the dust.

"A thousand years ago, the great witch of my Yelang clan opened the blood sacrifice forbidden technique, and used 5,000 dead soldiers to break the 100,000 star and moon swordsmen of the southern Baoluo country, and won the Southern Barbarian in one fell swoop. Today, you still have more than 20,000 people in the Lou clan, but you can't conquer a lonely city. ”

The leader of the Yelang people slowly looked up at the night sky without a trace of starlight, a lonely moon like fire, shining on the other figure desolate, he closed his eyes and recalled, the corners of his mouth showed a helpless smile.

Under the bleak moonlight, blood light splattered out, blood light and knife light intertwined into a brief symphony, although Camus was stabbed dozens of times, he still fought with the man.

However, he is worthy of being the god of war, even if he is scarred, he always stands. Under his leadership, the people who returned the building captured the South City Tower. On the wall of the South City Tower, the remaining hundreds of people dragged their remnants to support each other and retreated together, surrounded by the Returning Building Corps.

"I can't kill you, but I can kill them all one by one......" Camus was covered in bruises, covered in blood, he raised the knife in his hand, swept it over the people beside him, and continued coldly, "What can you do to me?"

The leader of the Yelang people stared at Camus deadly, and before he could speak, someone next to him was the first to shout.

"If you want to kill, you will kill!" the young man Shi supported the badly wounded Nan Wu, he tied the sword to his right hand with a strip of cloth, and picked up a broken spear in his left hand, pointing it straight at Kamu.

"Oh. Camus snorted in a deep voice, snorted heavily, raised his left hand, and slowly stretched out his index finger to hook it.

In the front row of the shield array that surrounded everyone, countless spears suddenly stabbed in.

In an instant, the Imperial Landing soldiers and Yelang people who were standing in front were pierced through their bodies by spears, blood splattered out, and they fell to the ground heavily.

Then, in the dark corner, several more shots stabbed him to death.

In a moment, the circular shield formation tightened and tightened, leaving them with no room to move, and the corpses of their companions lay under their feet, the blood sticking to their boots, thick as molten tar, and even the blood that slowly seeped into their boots was warm.

Camus stretched out his index finger again, the corners of his mouth raised, like a victor teasing his captive, he hated this group of people, this group of people killed the Great Elder whom he admired, killed his people, his brothers.

He didn't want to kill them so easily, he wanted to hear their cries, and he enjoyed the despair in their eyes.

I don't know when he was like a different person, no longer the brave and fearless warrior he once was, and now he is incomparably bloodthirsty.

"Come, give Lao Tzu a good time!" Nanwu roared hysterically, unable to calm down anymore, his voice trembled, and he had no way to control his trembling.

I saw Camus's fingers gently hook down again.

The gap between the shields is like the eyes of death, and the person he gazees at is like a dead corpse, which represents death and the end.

Suddenly, the spearmen in the shield array stabbed the spear out again, and Nan Wu stared at the deep 'Eye of Death' in front of the stone, and suddenly a cold light stabbed towards the young man's chest.

In the flash of light, Nanbu grabbed the spear that stabbed the young man's stone.

He held the spear tightly, but the sharp tip of the spear still pierced the stone chest little by little.

The brothers beside him fell down again, and the people who returned to the building stepped on their corpses to shrink the shield array smaller and smaller, and those who were not stabbed to death were trampled under their feet, and then they were stabbed by the people with spears, and there were terrible shouts and the sound of spears entering the flesh from the shield array.

"Ahh

Suddenly, he heard a melodious horn in the depths of the jungle, and rode a white horse out of the darkness alone.

——The white horse shines on the silver saddle, like a meteor.

"Kill!" A heroic shout, three thousand iron horsemen roared behind him, one after another, and the sound of horses' hooves shook the sky.

"It's reinforcements! It's reinforcements!" Someone recognized the big banner with the word "emperor" waving in the wind and shouted excitedly.

"Hahaha, the sky won't kill me, the sky won't kill me!" someone was emotional, and there was a trace of choked in his words.

I saw the mighty three thousand leopard riders going straight to the Zhongjun of the Huanlou Department, which was where Hongjiang was located, although she was so high-flying, Camus trembled.

"Withdraw!" Camus clenched the hand of the Killing Blade, his joints creaked, and there was indescribable complexity in his eyes, and he whispered a command.

Seeing that the other party had regained momentum, Nan Wu forcefully pushed away the spear in his hand, pulled the young man's stone in front of him, and stroked the young man's face with blood.

"Brother Nanwu, I, I'm fine, it's just a skin injury!" a smile appeared on the pale little face of the young man.

Nanwu tore open the clothes on the young man's chest, carefully examined his wound, and when he saw that the wound was only half an inch deep, he took the young man's stone into his arms and hugged him tightly, his bloody face was already full of tears.

On the other side, the shield soldiers of the Huanlou stood in front of the group of survivors, and then quickly climbed from the ladder to the bottom of the city in an orderly manner.

Camus leapt down the ladder and galloped toward the nearest leader on horseback. Closely, he pulled the man off his horse, turned over on his horse, and galloped away in the direction of the Chinese army.

"Protect the Chinese army, help the Chinese army!" The rapid shout followed the horse's hooves and flew away.