The flag is waving, which is the signal of the charge.

The centurion drew his sword from its sheath, "Rush." ”

Yao Qianqian was pushed forward by the crowd, but in the process of running, she found a strange thing, there were many villagers watching outside the battlefield.

Onlookers fighting? What a strange custom.

The weapons are not sophisticated, it doesn't matter, Yao Qianqian's physical strength is much stronger than these ordinary people, as long as she is close, the opponent will be knocked to the ground with just one punch and will never be able to get up again. The armor is like paper paste, it doesn't matter, Yao Qianqian's body is much more flexible than those ordinary people, and it is basically impossible to hit her.

Yao Qianqian and her daughter were in charge, and the posture of Wan Fu was soon discovered by the city lord of the enemy city, and the man took the arrow and stared at Yao Qianqian's tossing and moving body with a sharp gaze like an eagle's eye and did not leave for a moment. Finally, the entangled crowd showed a little gap, and he loosened the arrow in his hand, and the arrow shot at her at great speed.

When the strong wind hit, Yao Qianqian instinctively wanted to dodge, but unexpectedly was held down by the two people beside her. At this critical moment, Yao Qianqian's right foot kicked out suddenly, directly kicking the ribs of the person on the right, the man let go of his hand in pain, and Yao Qianqian leaned back to avoid the cold arrow.

The feather arrow popped into the chest of one of the soldiers of his own vanguard, Yao Qianqian's murderous aura surged, and he looked to the left indifferently, and the person directly let go of his hand in Yao Qianqian's momentum. She strode over to remove the feathered arrow from the soldier's corpse, and turned her head to glance coldly at the city lord sitting on the tall horse.

Didn't you want to kill me with this arrow? Then I'll let you die under this arrow.

The clouds in the sky were surging, and in a short time they gathered into thick black clouds, and a bright light that pierced the sky flashed, and a huge thunder followed, and the rain fell and blurred the eyes of everyone on the battlefield.

When you can see clearly, you are still attacking each other with a sword, and when you can't see it, you don't distinguish between the enemy and me, as long as you dare to approach, all of them will come and stab, and the scene will become more and more chaotic.

Yao Qianqian wiped the rain from her face and rushed towards the enemy city lord.

The horse under his crotch felt Yao Qianqian's murderous aura like a substance, and the person stood up, and at this moment, Yao Qianqian did not hesitate to insert the arrow into the horse's heart, and the horse struggled a few times and fell to the ground. Yao Qianqian shook off the wet hair on her forehead, and stabbed at the city lord with an arrow.

The city lord was not slow to react, and immediately turned around to block when he noticed someone approaching, but he blocked the arrow stabbed by Yao Qianqian, but he did not block her punch.

The strong physical power of the foundation building period suddenly exploded, and the city lord's chest collapsed completely in an instant, and the person was thrown away backwards.

The pleasure brought by killing the city lord seemed to bewitch Yao Qianqian, her eyes gradually turned red, and her footsteps did not pause at all, directly towards the nearest general, deputy general, and staff general.

The equipment on these people is not as good as the city lord, and when they saw the demon god-like Yao Qianqian, they were so frightened that they ran away.

Yao Qianqian's toes hooked, and a war knife that fell to the ground was hooked into her hand, she leaned forward, and swung her arm out, and the knife directly penetrated the chests of the two fleeing generals like a bamboo.

At this time, Yao Qianqian turned over and got on the horse, stabbed the horse in the buttocks with her backhand, and the horse ran wildly. Yao Qianqian directly ignored the bumpy horse's back, stared at the few people who escaped, and when she got closer, she swung a knife, and all of them fell under her knife from time to time.

Kill, kill, Yao Qianqian's mind kept ringing like this. She suddenly felt very happy like this, and the depression and hatred in her heart were released, kill, kill. She looked indifferently at the people who were coming towards her, and the knife fell in her hand, and it was a knife under one person......

Ning Feng woke up to find that Yao Qianqian was not there, and walked out along the road he had come, and learned that Yao Qianqian had joined the battle, and he quickly rushed to the battlefield after getting permission from the city guards.

The raindrops fell on his hot body, and it only took a moment for them to evaporate, turning into wisps of white smoke and dissipating into the air.

The battlefield was very chaotic, there were many people participating in the battle, he looked around, and he couldn't find Yao Qianqian's figure for a while. As an uncle, it is his responsibility to protect his nephew in an unknown place, but he fainted just now, leaving his nephew on a dangerous battlefield. He felt self-blame, worried, and inexplicable.

He didn't have time to clear his thoughts, so he casually picked up a sword and rushed into the battlefield. The battle continued, and he couldn't see the situation in the distance, but he could clearly feel the change in morale, and these people had gone from the beginning of the indomitable march to the trembling from the heart to the present, and the pace of progress had also become unconsciously backward.

He felt as if something was pulling him in the distance, and he couldn't retreat, and he didn't want to retreat. He didn't wait long to see Yao Qianqian's figure, at this time, her eyes were blood-red, there were no pupils, and there were no whites of her eyes, which looked very scary.

Enchanted?

If there is no impact bottleneck, how can it be invaded by demons?

Ning Feng instantly judged Yao Qianqian's state, he couldn't let her go on like this, if she really fell into the devil, she would become a killing machine, and there was nothing in her mind except killing.

Ning Feng caught up with Yao Qianqian step by step, and he threw away the weapon in his hand just because he didn't want to stimulate Yao Qianqian anymore; He took off his armor to show that he trusted her completely.

"Relax, huh." Ning Feng did not dodge and greeted Yao Qianqian, but Yao Qianqian greeted him with a knife, he could have avoided the knife, but he suffered this knife like that.

"You are an immortal cultivator, don't let the killing intent control your thinking." Ning Feng's body trembled as the blade deepened, and he held Yao Qianqian's arm, but he didn't resist strongly.

The red light in Yao Qianqian's eyes flickered, and the movements in her hands paused, revealing a somewhat confused look. She seemed to know the person in front of her, but she couldn't remember anything. The voice in her head sounded hysterically, killing him, she frowned, and after struggling for a moment, she continued to push the blade towards Ning Feng's body.

Ning Feng was drenched in cold sweat, and he endured the pain and let Yao Qianqian use the blade to pierce his body, and if he came in a little more, he could reach the back of her head if he came in a little more.

Ning Feng's body trembled, and in a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of the knife belly rubbing against his ribs, but just like that, the distance between him and her was finally greatly shortened. He wrapped one hand around Yao Qianqian's shoulder, and the other hand slammed into the back of Yao Qianqian's neck.

Yao Qianqian's body fell backwards and down, and her hand pulled away from Ning Feng's body with a knife. Blood poured out from Ning Feng's left chest, and he smiled bitterly, just an inch away from hurting his heart.

He used Yao Qianqian's knife to cut off the slightly cleaner cloth at the placket, tied the wound indiscriminately, and walked back step by step with Yao Qianqian, all the soldiers retreated along the way, and he took Yao Qianqian back to room 318. (To be continued.) )