Fa Yin finally approached Huiyuan, although the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and the flesh and skin of his whole body were also oozing blood. There was another loud shout, and the whole person was like a rock, letting the wind blow strongly, rushing towards Huiyuan.

If Fa Yin is a big iron drum, then every time he gets close to a point, he will be beaten, and if he can't bear it, he will naturally end up with a big drum piercing.

Huiyuan didn't expect that the other party, a mid-realm monk, would come with a strong body and rush against the immeasurable wind. However, he naturally did not relent, and the wind hammer was even more urgent, thinking that even a body made of steel would be hammered flat.

Indeed, as he expected, every time Fa Yin took a step closer, his entire body seemed to be one point closer to shattering. Huiyuan also tried his best to mobilize the spiritual power of his whole body, and the wind hammer seemed to materialize, smashing down heavily. Thinking that such a blow can solve the trouble in front of him, he can't help but show a smile. But before the smile could be opened, it froze.

Huiyuan felt that he had made a mistake, a huge mistake, and he didn't know that he hadn't had a chance to make up for it.

Between the four of them, they were all crushed by air waves, and the only slightly weaker Fa Yin could only resist hard, and finally had to risk his life, wanting to be able to fight hand-to-hand and turn the tide of the battle with the situation of the pair.

But they overlooked one person after all.

When Fa Yin pounced on Hui Yuan with his body, Duanmu Zhao moved, and his body flickered to the place where Fa Yin was standing, and more importantly, a small sword in her hand ignored the wind wall like a substance, broke through the air, and took Hui Yuan's head.

Duanmu Zhaorong's shot greatly surprised the four of them. The most surprising thing was Huiyuan, who was going to do his best to kill Fa Yin, but he never thought that the wind hammer would encounter the saber that broke through the air, and it immediately collapsed.

Without the suppression of the wind hammer, Fa Yin finally approached, picked up a punch, brought up a wind wave, and directly blasted towards Huiyuan. This is a punch that Fa Yin is full of strength after encountering continuous wind hammers.

Huiyuan, who was broken through the wind wall by Duanmu Zhaorong's sword, hurriedly raised the wind wall again to confront, but Bi was not well prepared, and he was shocked back a few steps, but before he could stand firmly, the saber had already been killed. Huiyuan waved from behind, and a Zen staff came into his hand, the sword and the Zen staff collided, and with a sonorous sound, the strength was not weakened, and Huiyuan had to retreat.

But the saber followed him like a shadow, and Fa Yin's heavy punch hit again.

Huiyuan's side is defeated, and the pressure on Huike's side is also steep. The tide of battle was reversed after Duanmu Zhaorong joined with a sword.

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Darhan fled out of the valley with his army, but their numbers were dwindled by arrows, burning wood, and rolling stones, and even more were killed by smoke and stampede.

Darhan fled with all his might, and at this time he naturally understood that this entry was most likely a trap. Otherwise, who would know if his destination was here, Lady Sookjin? or who?

His only thought now is to rush out of the valley, and then find out the real culprit behind this scene, and break the other party's body into pieces. Tens of thousands of barbarian warriors are going to die in this foreign land, and everything is just a conspiracy.

However, it was not easy to break out of the valley, and Durhan kept dodging arrows flying down from the mountains, but the horses under him were finally hit hard by a rolling stone impact, and he had to find another horse and run out as fast as he could.

As barrels of tung oil continued to roll down, the fire in the valley also spread rapidly, the fire, the smoke, the whole valley was only screaming, people, and horses.

Durhan finally saw where the valley mouth was, and after changing another war horse, he narrowly escaped the valley mouth.

As soon as he stepped out of the valley, his whole heart sank to the bottom. The shamans who stayed here were the elite of the barbarian tribe, and they were lying in the wilderness outside the valley at this time.

What Darhan saw was a dense mass of the Grand Gendarme, which surrounded the valley like iron barrels, and anyone who fled out of the valley was greeted by a rain of arrows.

Darhan rode on his horse, and did not rush forward, much less backward. The constant interweaving of failure and despair made him a little distracted. With high spirits, he led the army like a bamboo, broke through Huaishuo, and then played the Grand Gendarson all the way, but he never thought that in the end, he took the initiative to fall into the trap laid by the enemy.

There were fewer and fewer people rushing out of the valley, and seeing that those who tried to break out of the encirclement several times were killed by the rain of arrows, these lucky escapes of the Golden Horde also stayed outside the valley, waiting for the military order of Durhan, or the military order of the Grand Gendarme.

After Zheng Kejian led a large army to wipe out all the shamans who were left behind, he waited for the people who fled from the valley, until he saw the person with a face full of soot but not weak, and he knew that the culprit of this dispatch had been found.

Although he won the battle, Zheng Kejian did not take it lightly, and after seeing that no one came out of the valley again, he gave an order and killed these Golden Horde soldiers who had just escaped. He is not afraid that these people will be trapped and fighting, and he will not engage in any encirclement.

Arrows rained down, and although the Golden Horde fought back, there were fewer and fewer people standing by Durhan's side. He looked at the enemy rushing over densely, held the saber in his hand, turned his head to look at the northwest direction, and sighed slightly, he had the intention to kill the enemy, but after all, he was powerless to return to the sky. The saber in his hand that should have been aimed at the enemy ended up reaching his neck. Xu was angry, Darhan roared, and the saber fell, and blood splattered out.

Thousands of miles of travel, tens of thousands of people shed blood, with the ambition of establishing immortal feats for the country, and now they have died in a foreign land. It's not that the individual has no courage or resourcefulness, but he is doomed to such an end before he has even sent troops.

Seeing the burly body fall from the horse, the last reliance in the heart of the Golden Horde collapsed, and the last trace of courage to struggle was exhausted with Darhan's self-slaughter, and the entire Golden Horde was in chaos. After shouting wah-wa-wah-wah, they threw away their knives or spears and fell to their knees. Some of them were reluctant to surrender and were still trying to rush out, but under the rain of arrows, they fell from their horses one after another.

Looking at the hundreds of enemy soldiers kneeling outside the valley, Zheng Kejian waved his hand, and the army rushed up, surrounded these surrendered enemy legions, and then rushed to the side outside the valley. Zheng Kejian came to the corpse of Durhan, although he divided the enemy and me, he couldn't help but sigh that the feudal officials with heavy troops in their hands ended up like this.

War is the cemetery of tens of millions of people, not only the soldiers at the bottom, even if it is a high-ranking commander, once it is defeated, the end will not be killed on the battlefield, but will also be awarded on the execution ground.

After ordering Darhan's body to be collected, Zheng Kejian led his troops to the mouth of the valley, but did not go inside. At this time, the smoke was billowing inside, and it must be a human tragedy.

Zheng Kejian led his troops to garrison outside the valley, waiting for the smoke to dissipate, and also waiting for the army above the mountain to come down the mountain to meet.