Fan Yao looked at Zhang Wuji with his eyes intently, knowing that what the old brother said was true. sighed in his heart: Die or die, it's not a pity to die on the battlefield for such a sect leader.

For a while, although everyone's minds were complicated, they all firmly believed that they would fight the Tartars to the end.

The Tartars' military formation had moved forward by a distance of three zhang, and the arrow curtain had also moved forward by three zhang. The sound of fighting on both sides of the avenue continued, showing that the Tartar soldiers and the six major factions had already engaged in the battle.

Wei Yixiao was distressed: there is no problem with bloody battles, but it is really not his style to fight back when he is beaten. Looking at the approaching Tartar soldiers and the curtain of arrows, I had to find a way to disrupt their rhythm.

"Disturbance?" Wei Yixiao suddenly thought about it, and turned to look at the courtyard wall of the sturdy and tall Wan'an Temple behind him.

"Zhuang Zheng, take your people into the temple immediately and remove a few large wooden planks. Hou Cheng, take your people with you. Be quick, these planks are used to defend against the Tartars' arrow array, and the sect master has us watching, so be fast.

Zhuang Zheng, after getting the plank, take your people to tear down the courtyard wall behind me and transport the bricks and stones here. ”

Fan Yao's eyes rolled and he immediately understood the old brother's plan, his eyes lit up, and he said, "I'll go too, Zhuang Zheng, and remember to collect the Tartar's spear later." ”

Zhuang Zheng and Hou Cheng didn't say a word, and rushed towards the temple with people turning their heads.

Fan Yao's figure was unfolded, and the latter came first, entering the temple faster than the two.

Wei Yi smiled and watched the Tartar soldiers move forward steadily, very envious of the sect leader's god-like steel body. If he could have had that kind of means, he would have killed it a long time ago, but there has never been an if.

The Tartars followed the arrow curtain as they approached. From the houses on both sides of the avenue came the screams of despair and the sound of swords clashing.

This late night is getting more and more chaotic, Wei Yixiao only hopes that the sect leader can wake up as soon as possible, even if he fails to cultivate a higher martial arts, as long as he can maintain his previous combat strength, it is enough to lead everyone to break out of the encirclement.

But time is running out, and the arrow curtain is approaching at an alarming speed. Wei Yixiao's eyes rolled around, quite a feeling of poor donkey skills.

With a "whoosh", a gunshot shadow flew past Wei Yixiao's side, and a burst of angry sound sounded out, which startled Wei Yixiao, who was thinking hard, but he knew in an instant that this must be Fan Yao's masterpiece.

The spear stabbed into the chest of a Tartar soldier with lightning speed, the hard breastplate digging inward, but the steel head still failed to pierce his breastplate.

However, the super powerful path of the bayonet spear thrown by this innate master instantly shattered the internal organs of this Tartar soldier, and the seven orifices bled to death.

Fan Yao appeared beside Wei Yixiao with a bundle of spears, slightly nervously observing his results, and his eyes lit up when he saw the Tartar soldiers who were stabbed by his spears stumbling backwards instantly.

It worked.

Wei Yixiao instantly grabbed a few spears and threw them at the Tartar soldiers.

Fan Yao and Wei Yi smiled and threw the spear that Fan Yao brought back clean. Fortunately, at this time, the Ruijin Banner belonged to all kinds of long blades and ran out with various long blades and piled up beside the two.

All of a sudden, there was a rain of arrows and guns between the Tartar soldiers and the Mingjiao people.

Both of them were congenital masters, and their throwing spears were fierce, fast and far, and soon caused a lot of casualties to the Tartar soldiers. With the addition of the two half-step innate Ouyang brothers, the formation of the Tartar soldiers gradually began to be chaotic.

Captain Agudammu tried his best to restrain his team to maintain formation, silently calculating the distance.

Zhuang Zheng also joined the sequence of long-range attacks, and the worst martial arts of Ruijin Banner could also maintain a third-rate level on the rivers and lakes, and he also joined the battle at this time.

Spears, spears, bluestones, and bricks flew wildly, intertwined with the rain of arrows from the Tartars.

"It's now." Agudamu shouted loudly: "Immortal Heaven is above, heroes of the grassland, sprint, rush." ”

The soldier held the knife in both hands, the blade rushed outward, and the angle of thirty degrees was oblique, and his eyes were resolute and crazy. The Tartar army of soldiers picked up speed and rushed into the arrow curtain in front of them in small steps.

When the arrow curtain approached two zhang away, Wei Yixiao said loudly: "Zhuang Zheng, Hou Cheng, prepare to take over." Brother Fan, you and I play the outer circle. Ouyang Shengwei, Ouyang Shengwen, you are responsible for sending reinforcements. Brothers, fight to the death. ”

"Kill ......" shouted angrily, Wei Yixiao put his divine sense to the limit and rushed into the arrow curtain, and Fan Yao also rushed into the arrow curtain with the strength of his feet.

As soon as Ruijin Qi and the guards formed a formation, the arrow curtain covered them, and the sound of the wooden planks above their heads was continuous, like hail in a raging storm.

Wei Yixiao and Fan Yao collided with the Tartar heavy armor team like moths to a fire in the arrow curtain. Under the curtain of arrows, the two of them avoided the rain of arrows like ghosts, and pounced on the heads of the soldiers. Wei Yi smiled and slapped the back of the soldier's head with lightning as he dodged the arrows that fell from the sky.

Fan Yao's figure unfolded, like a fierce and nimble bird, hovering above the head of the soldier, and the long sword in his hand accurately pierced the soft armor of the back of the soldier's neck.

Under the curtain of arrows, some unlucky Tartar soldiers were shot to the weak part of the armor behind their backs, and fell to the ground wounded. But the rest of the soldiers still roared angrily and rushed towards the Mingjiao people in front of the gate of Wan'an Temple, and the sharp arrows above their heads and gods and demons like Fan Yao and Wei Yixiao were completely ignored.

It's just a bunch of hungry beasts, and there's nothing else to think about but prey.

The Tartar's sharp arrows shot three rounds above the heads of Zhuang Zheng and the others, and finally stopped. The ground around them was littered with sharp arrows.

"Prepare to ram, the Tartars are coming." Zhuang Zheng held a door panel larger than him and slammed into the Tartar soldiers who rushed up.

Rui Jinqi belonged to Zhuang Zheng, who was close behind him, holding the hard and thick door panel and hitting it. Thanks to the wealth of Wan'an Temple, there is no discount on the genuine price of building materials, otherwise Zhuang Zheng and others will never give up the shield in their hands and choose the door panel.

It was the first time that the Tartar heavy armor warrior Mingjiao had encountered it. Although he had no combat experience, Zhuang Zheng still realized for the first time that if he wanted to resist heavy armor soldiers like Tartars, he first had to force them to stop, and secondly, he had to disrupt their formation. Otherwise, once such a heavily armored soldier charges, it will not be much less powerful than cavalry.

The Tartar warriors were outnumbered, and the scimitar in their hands slammed into the door panel of the Mingjiao people. The weak man was immediately knocked backwards, but at this time, there were people in the front and back of the battle array, and there were no retreats, and the soldiers behind him returned their scimitars to the sheath, grabbed the back armor of the soldiers in front and pushed them up.

Both sides roared like wild beasts, screaming and lunging forward. The Tartar soldiers were already outnumbered, and soon the Ruijin Banner began to retreat.