Guan Linsen turned his head to look at Feng Ge, she was picking up the torn clothes from the ground and covering the woman, Guan Linsen pressed two fingers on the skin on the side of the woman's neck, the tentacles were cold, and there was no trembling under the fingers.

"She's dead. Feng Ge looked up at Guan Linsen, unexpectedly calm.

"Your Highness...... Are you afraid?"

Feng Ge shook his head calmly: "Afraid, what's the use." She looked out of the inn.

Outside the door of the inn, which was illuminated by the skyrocketing fire, there were more than fifty Beiyan soldiers standing quietly, they were wearing heavy armor and holding weapons, and several of them were holding crossbows, the strings were full, and they could shoot Feng Ge and Guan Linsen into thorns as long as they gently pulled the reeds.

The Beiyan people suddenly made a way, and a Beiyan man in white heavy armor slowly walked out from behind.

Guan Linsen pressed the pain he had been injured in the fierce battle below, and silently blocked in front of Feng Ge, although he knew that such a crossbow arrow could definitely shoot him into a pair and then stab into Feng Ge's chest.

Feng Ge stood behind him, looking at the Northern Yan Legion standing in front of him, his face was not shocked, and he didn't seem to care about life and death at all. The siege has been going on for a while, only a scream came from time to time in the distance, I don't know who died again, the bright moon in the sky seemed to not want to see the tragedy of the world, gathered up the dark clouds in the sky, and covered the sky again. The flames soared into the sky, staining the sky the color of blood.

The white-armored man looked at the Beiyan soldiers who were lying on the ground and had become a pile of dead meat, and then looked up at Guan Linsen, with a compelling cold light in his eyes: "Them, you killed them?"

Guan Linsen didn't answer, the long sword held in his right hand was soaked in blood, and there were drops of red along the blade of the sword falling to the ground, and there were obvious cracks on the blade under the wheel battle of Fang Cai, and the sword body was stained with blood, forming strange patterns.

The white-armored man looked at Guan Linsen, his eyes full of disdain: "They are all fierce generals in my Dayan army, seeing that you are as thin as a monkey in the mountains, what kind of means did you use to kill them?"

Guan Linsen smiled coldly: "Just by relying on them, what qualifications do I have to use my brain to think of means." ”

With a wave of the white armor's hand, the heavy armor sergeant slowly stepped forward, Guan Linsen waved the long sword in his hand, ready to fight, he turned his head slightly: "The place is too small, why don't you go upstairs and watch?"

The meaning of the words turned out to be that he regarded this life-and-death battle as an entertainment performance, and did not take it to heart at all, and the white armor man looked at him with gloomy eyes, where did this young man of Hengguo get his confidence?

Feng Ge answered, lifted the hem of his skirt, turned around and went upstairs, and the white-armored man looked at Guan Linsen: "Be careful that your good friend runs away." ”

The footsteps upstairs entered the room and came back, Feng Ge came out with the qin, she sat leisurely on the stairs, put the piano on her knees, the jade hand was lightly flicked, the silk strings rang out, the palace merchant horn was a feather, and the seven strings of Ling Ling faintly contained the sound of wind and thunder, and the righteousness rushed straight to the chest, which was the famous guqin song "Wind and Thunder".

The corners of Guan Linsen's mouth rose slightly, forcing him to look at the eyes of the white-armored man, who was stimulated by the ridicule in his eyes, and shouted: "Capture him alive and reward him with one hundred taels of silver!"

Dozens of heavily armored sergeants stepped forward in unison, their tall bodies were like copper walls, and the iron spears in their hands were much longer than the long sword in Guan Linsen's hands, they didn't need to make any movements, they just needed to walk over step by step, and they were indestructible weapons to crush the opposing soldiers.

What they never expected was that Guan Linsen not only did not hide backwards like ordinary people, but quickly caught up, stepped on the wooden table in the lobby, jumped up with his strength, and swung the long sword in his hand downward, just as he slashed into the gap between the helmet and the iron armor of one of them, blood splashed everywhere, and he lost his life in this way.

The rest of the ironclad soldiers saw that their companions were dead, howled and waved their spears, and stabbed at Guan Linsen, Guan Linsen instantly bounced up on the ground, stepped on an iron spear on his toes, and with the power of the upward movement on the tip of the spear, the whole person also jumped into the air, but at this time, there was a copper net full of sharp blades under his hood, if he was covered by this copper net, even if he was not injured by the sharp blade, he would be tied.

Guan Linsen stretched out his long sword, and the copper net was wrapped around the long sword, and with a shake of his hand, he wrapped this deadly net around the sword, but at this time, the sword made an overwhelmed sound, and suddenly shattered into pieces of crystal light and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the heavily armored soldiers were ecstatic, and rushed up, with the intention of making meritorious service and receiving the reward of one hundred taels of silver.

Guan Linsen rolled on the spot, landed beside the Beiyan people he had killed before, took the heavy sword next to the Beiyan people, and started to fight again, the weight and width of the heavy sword were more than double the long sword he was used to, and it was very uncomfortable to use.

With a few waves, the previous wound on his arm was already pulled, Feng Ge sat on a high place and could see clearly, and a deep water stain slowly spread on his sleeve. The "Wind and Thunder Introduction" in his hand has been changed to "General Order".

Guan Linsen quietly took out a pill from the hidden pocket in his sleeve, chewed and swallowed it, and clenched the heavy sword with both hands to meet the next round of attacks.

At this moment, the white-armored man took out the clear yellow mechanism tube in his hand, aimed at Guan Linsen from afar, buckled the reed, Guan Linsen was engrossed in dealing with the heavily armored soldiers in front of him, and did not notice the movement of the white-armored man for a while.

Guan Linsen held the heavy sword in his hand, shouted, his wrist moved lightly to pull out a dazzling sword flower, the heavy armor soldiers raised their guns to greet each other, the heavy sword in Guan Linsen's hand was made very light by him, the sword light was clear, the heavy armor soldier obviously caught the sword, and he could still feel the vibration numb that was smashed by the huge pressure in his hand, but the next moment, the heavy sword actually smashed on his chest.

With infinite power on the heavy sword, Guan Linsen contained the true qi of the whole body in his palm, and the person who was struck by the heavy sword felt a sharp pain from the bone meridians in his chest to the whole body, and there were a series of crisp sounds, and the person who was struck by the heavy sword had his armor intact and was not damaged, but he had fallen to the ground. Guan Linsen was a sword, as fast as lightning, agile, and the rest of the soldiers surrounding him couldn't help but be shocked when they watched their companions fall inexplicably one by one. But the Beiyan folk style has always been very strong, the more dangerous, the more it can stimulate their enthusiasm, the moment does not retreat but advances, everyone goes together, and surrounds Guan Linsen Impenetrable, although it is close to Guan Linsen, it is difficult to escape the fate of casualties, still fierce and not afraid of death, go forward and follow.

The clouds in the sky faintly showed electric light, thunder rumbled, and there were more and more people lying at Guan Linsen's feet, and a Northern Yan man hurriedly came in the distance, covered his right hand on his chest, and saluted the white-armored man: "General Jacocha, the little prince asks if you have found the whereabouts of the eldest prince?"

Jacques Cha waved his hand: "Previously, the spies found out that the eldest prince lived in this inn, give me some more time, and wait for me to catch this little monkey of Hengguo and force me to find out the whereabouts of the eldest prince." ”

The herald looked at his side face suspiciously, and Jacques Cha only smiled silently.

In the continuous fierce battles, Guan Linsen's body was soaked in blood, and the blood of the Beiyan people and his own blood were mixed together, and it was difficult to distinguish them. Guan Linsen continued to use his true qi, but he had already been overwhelmed, sweating through his heavy clothes, and this heavy sword was really too heavy, it was really inappropriate to use, and there was a moment of stagnation between swings, and if he continued to entangle, he was afraid that he would really die here.

Guan Linsen is not afraid of death, but he can't die, and the sound of the piano in his ears is endless, reminding him that he is holding more than just his own life.

It was another round of attack, the heavy armor soldiers shot at the same time, firmly sealing his retreat from the top, middle and bottom, and at the same time, the machine barrel in Jacques Cha's hand had been filled, and this time after the machine spring sounded, three thunderbolts roared out and rushed straight towards Guan Linsen's chest and abdomen.

If you dodge the thunderbolt, you can't avoid the iron gun, and the sharp blade slashes through the leg, and the cold Mamori is in severe pain. Guan Linsen gritted his teeth, jumped up again, swung his heavy sword, and cut down dozens of ironclad soldiers.

Guan Linsen also paid the price, his right shoulder and left leg were blown up by a thunderbolt, and the wound on his leg was cut by an iron gun, and he was dripping with blood. At this time, ordinary people are afraid that they will not even have the strength to stand, but Guan Linsen is still standing as a pine, looking up and looking forward to it, with infinite grace.

Seeing Guan Linsen standing there like a bloody man, Jacques Cha couldn't help but be shocked, he knew the power of the thunderbolt, the real one was killed, and the one who rubbed was injured, not only the pain of the flesh and skin, but also the internal organs, in the darkness, he couldn't see Guan Linsen's face clearly, only to see his body shaking, standing unsteadily, and seeing it, he was about to fall to the ground.

Seeing this, the remaining heavy armor soldiers were overjoyed and rushed forward, and Guan Linsen's figure was tightly blocked by them, and they couldn't see it at all.

A smug smile appeared on Jacques's face, and before the smile could be unfolded, he heard a bang, and the heavy armored soldiers who were pressing on Guan Linsen's head flew up more than half a person as if they had been blown apart, and then smashed heavily on the ground, rolling and wailing.

The sudden change surprised Jacques Cha, and when he looked at it, he saw Guan Linsen standing as calm as a pine, with a leisurely attitude, slowly raising his right hand, pointing at Jacques, hooking his index finger, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Jacques Cha drew his saber, shouted loudly, and went up.

Guan Linsen, who was clearly exhausted, seemed to be a different person at this time, his whole body seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and a heavy sword in his hand was made light and delicate by him, sharp and sharp, and the move could not leave the key point of Jacques Cha, at this time, Jacques Cha couldn't help but wonder if Guan Linsen was a human being in the general sense, he had been fighting for so long and had been so seriously injured, he should have been unable to support it a long time ago, why was he still standing here, why did the heavy sword in his hand not slow down at all?

If it weren't for the fact that Jacques Cha had been marching for many years and had faced countless opponents with superior martial arts, I was afraid that he would also be defeated by Guan Linsen's heavy sword at this time.

Guan Linsen's strength and ability beyond ordinary people had already made Jacques Cha fearful in his heart.

Jacques Cha swung his knife and staggered with Guan Linsen, clearly feeling the blade deep into his side waist, the feeling when the blade was embedded in the human body, he had experienced it countless times in his life, and he would never be mistaken.

I thought that Guan Linsen would fall down and lose his combat effectiveness, but he didn't expect that he was still standing, not only standing, but the heavy sword in Guan Linsen's hand had also been split on Yaqcha's left arm, which flew into the air with blood and fell heavily to the ground.

"A sword for a sword, fair and reasonable, why are you glaring at me?" Guan Linsen looked at him calmly.

"You're not human, you're a monster, you're a monster......" Jacques Cha took a few steps back and stood in front of him Guan Linsen, his face covered with blood, and he still smiled to himself, if there was a soul seducer in hell, it must have grown like him.

The sound of the piano in his ears has raised the bloody atmosphere of this place a lot, this woman must be a demon girl, this sound of the piano is a witchcraft! This man is controlled by the sound of the piano, so he doesn't know the pain, he doesn't know how to retreat, he doesn't know how to be afraid......

Jacques Cha exited the inn step by step, tore the clothes on his body with his right hand, tore them into strips of cloth, tightly bandaged the severed arm, and then took out an object from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and blew it as hard as he could, the sharp whistle sounded in the night sky of the royal capital, it was the summoning whistle of the Northern Yan people, as long as it was blown, the surrounding Northern Yan people would gather to the place where the sound came from.

As long as thirty percent of the Northern Yan army attacking the royal capital is summoned here, even Guan Linsen has three heads and six arms, and it is difficult to defeat the spears of thousands of heavily armored soldiers.

After waiting for a long time, until Yakcha thought that he had been expelled from the Northern Yan army, finally, from the far end of the long street, there was a neat running sound, which was a neat and uniform pace that could only be run after a long time of training.

Jacques Cha was overjoyed, he turned his head to look at the place where the footsteps came, in the darkness, there were countless figures running towards him, Jacques Cha looked at Guan Linsen, he grinned, and proudly popped out a few words from between his teeth: "You are dead." ”

Suddenly, Jacques's face changed drastically, and countless sharp sounds of breaking the sky whistled and came straight in his direction.

A dark cloud of arrows covered the sky, and all the arrows were pointing at only one person, Yaqcha.

Until he was shot as a hedgehog, Jacques Cha did not understand what was really going on.

Things went according to his wishes, but there was a small accident: the people who came were not from the Northern Yan, but from the Western Xia.

Guan Linsen was still standing there motionless, Feng Singer did not finish a song, so he put the guqin aside, hurriedly picked up the stairs and went down, wanting to treat Guan Linsen's wounds, but at this time there was a Beiyan man on the ground who was not dead, got up, raised his spear and stabbed at Feng Ge.

If he was stabbed by this shot, Feng Ge would definitely die.

But Guan Linsen didn't move, and still stood quietly like that.

Someone in the Western Xia crowd who rushed over gasped, only to think that Feng Ge was dead.

Feng Ge's willow eyebrows stood upside down, and at the same time as his right hand was raised, a quenched and poisonous Tianshui Bi shot out of his sleeve, hitting the eyebrows of the Northern Yan people, the Northern Yan people suddenly stopped, the spear in his hand fell to the ground, and the whole person also fell backwards, and the dust on the ground was shaken and raised.