"Caught up." Feng Qiuhuang tucked behind a big tree, grabbed Shangguan Yunfei, who was almost in collapse, and looked at the Jin army resting in the distance.

"Do you want to wait until the Yue family army catches up?" Shangguan Yunfei gasped.

"Then it's possible that the Jin army has already returned to their base camp." Feng Qiuhuang said, "Rest for five minutes, act immediately!" ”

Five minutes is a flash.

"Now, I'm going to get the attention of the golden soldiers, and then, you rush in to save Hua Feifei. If you find someone, pull them out immediately! Feng Qiuhuang frowned and said solemnly, Shangguan Yunfei nodded slightly.

Shangguan Yunfei took the titanium alloy sword and laboriously cut down a big tree, and Feng Qiuhuang also laboriously picked it up. The hands began to burn, and the flames danced slightly in the wind, and soon they were ignited. The big tree in your hand starts in the middle and slowly spreads to both sides.

Shangguan Yunfei stared at the burning tree trunk, and in the light of the setting sun, the face of the master seemed to be reflected in the firelight.

"Then I'll go first." Shangguan Yunfei was ruthless, turned his head and no longer looked at the firelight, but rushed to the place where the Jin soldiers were resting.

"Then I should have to work too" Feng Qiuhuang's eyes froze, holding the burning tree, and strode towards the most conspicuous place of the Jin army.

"Hand over the flowers."

The golden soldiers turned their backs to the setting sun and saw a tall man walking towards them holding a large burning tree. Or rather, the man didn't mean to look at them, he just wanted to get close to the sunset.

"Hand over the flowers."

"General, that person dares to face nearly a thousand of us alone, he must have something to rely on. What should we do? An adjutant general approached the Yan Wushu and said.

"He was wearing clothes that did not belong to the Jin Dynasty or the Song Dynasty, and this dress was very strange, and I had never seen it." Wanyan Wushu frowned, realizing that this enemy was the same as the girl he had captured, and it was not that simple.

"Hand over the flowers."

The tone was still so calm, and there was no hint of irritation.

After finishing the Yan Wushu, he didn't move, and he found that this person's level of concealing his emotions had reached this point.

"One last time,"

He paused,

"Hand over the flowers."

"Why? We don't pay! A lieutenant general really couldn't stand Feng Qiuhuang ignoring his arrogance, and couldn't help shouting.

"Do you want us all to die here?" After Yan Wushu's face suddenly became gloomy.

"General, why are you so afraid of this person, there are nearly a thousand of us here!"

"Waste." Wanyan Wushu slapped him.

Feng Qiuhuang was not verbose, and raised the trunk of the tree to meet Jin Bing.

The golden soldiers all stood up nervously and took out their weapons. But no one dared to step forward directly and confront Feng Qiuhuang face to face.

Step by step, Feng Qiuhuang did not have the slightest nervousness, only the trunk in his hand was still burning hideously.

The trunk still swung towards the golden soldier.

The golden soldier with the sword was still trembling, because the temperature plummeted after the sunset, but immediately the temperature next to him rose.

The golden soldier held his sword in both hands, and was so nervous that he was about to sweat, facing the burning tree trunk.

The sound of "dang" resounded throughout the clearing.

The golden soldier with his sword flew out and landed with a "poof". But the wet mud did not extinguish the flames on him, and the flames spread freely all over him, and in a short time they took over his whole body.

"Everybody, back off!" The order issued was still a step too late, and the death of that Jin soldier made Wanyan Wushu feel a trace of guilt.

Witnessing the tragic situation around him, all the golden soldiers did not dare to underestimate the phoenix. The arrogance in their eyes was gone, replaced by admiration and fear. There is no Jin Bing who despises him anymore because there is only one person in Fengqiuhuang.

"General, what should we do now?" The lieutenant who provoked Feng Qiuhuang also began to panic.

"You can only use crowd tactics." Wan Yan Wu's tone was cold and hard, and he could not repent at all, "You go to our base camp to ask for reinforcements, otherwise when Yue Fei leads his Yue family army to come, none of our thousand people will be able to escape!" ”

"Yes!"

"Everyone formed an encirclement around him, little by little, so that he felt pressure from all directions." Wanyan Wushu watched the lieutenant general's departure and continued to give orders.

Holding the trunk of the tree, he was calm.

Completely ignoring the encirclement formed on him, Feng Qiuhuang rushed straight in the direction where Wanyan Wushu was.

Wanyan Wushu turned over and dismounted: The soldiers must not be allowed to see a general who can only escape. Pull out the sword, and so is the complete face vulture, calm and composed.

There was a golden soldier holding a sword in front of him, but Feng Qiuhuang didn't care.

The trunk of the tree danced vigorously, and the sword could only retreat. The blocking of a row of people had no effect, just a copy and paste of the encounter of the first golden soldier above.

None of the golden soldiers who were contaminated by the flames survived, and they were all burned beyond recognition.

From God's point of view, it was a large piece of black cloth that had accidentally dripped a few drops of red ink that were still jumping.

The encirclement of Feng Qiuhuang did not stop because of his deterrence, it was the duty of a soldier, and he absolutely obeyed orders. However, it can be observed with the naked eye that the speed of Jin Bing has obviously slowed down.

Feng Qiuhuang swung the trunk of a golden soldier at the head and flew in response.

The Jin soldiers behind him were still getting closer, but the one who was facing Feng Qiuhuang's eyes was the Wanyan Wushu.

"You're amazing, just like her." The voice of Wanyan Wushu is very good, and people can't help but revel in it.

"I still want to say, hand over Hua Feifei." Feng Qiuhuang's face was expressionless.

"It's a difficult request," Wan Yan Wushu turned his wrist, allowing the sword in his hand to rotate at different angles, shining in the moonlight.

"That's only going to make you hand over Hua Feifei."

"Humph!" Wanyan Wushu felt contempt for Feng Qiuhuang's arrogant words, and stabbed out with a sword, heading straight for Feng Qiuhuang's face.

The trunk of the tree is very heavy, and it is still very difficult for the phoenix to swing it. But Feng Qiuhuang still pushed away the sword that poked at him.

The sword was nimble, and in an instant it wound up like a viper.

Feng Qiuhuang lowered his head suddenly, and Yu Guang glanced at the golden soldiers in the rear who had already leaned up. After shaking for a while, he was so shocked that he retreated again and again.

Throwing it backwards with all its might, the huge trunk finally came in handy: the burning trunk began to roll backwards under the force of the phoenix, and everyone who was contaminated with the flames began to burn.

Everyone avoids it.

"Then the threat behind that is lifted." Feng Qiuhuang coughed lightly, and the flames in his hands became more and more vigorous because of the lack of suppression from the tree trunk.

"So you're going to have a fair duel with me?" Realizing that he had been deceived, Wanyan Wushu's tone was filled with a hint of resentment.

"There is no fairness in this world."

Feng Qiuhuang made a sharp move, not giving Wanyan Wushu a chance to breathe. Flames shot out from Feng Qiuhuang's right hand and shot towards Wanyan Wushu.

Rushing to the right, Wanyan Wushu skillfully avoided the flames of the phoenix.

Before his right hand could be withdrawn, another flame erupted from his left hand, and Feng Qiuhuang's face began to be solemn.

One by one, the flames shot out from the phoenix's hand; But bending over, bowing his head, leaning back, and turning around all allowed Wanyan Wushu to skillfully avoid it.

Wanyan Wushu slowly approached the phoenix.

The sword was already pointed at his throat, but Feng Qiuhuang did not back down, his hands were blazing, and he clung to the tip of the sword.

The tip of the sword began to melt.

Wanyan Wushu was shocked, but he immediately calmed down, decisively gave up the saber that had been with him for several years, and let go.

A dozen more steps back.

The phoenix threw the saber away, and it lay on the ground, cooled, and then bent to become a piece of scrap metal.

"I've long said that there is no fairness in this world."

Feng Qiuhuang clenched his fists and opened them suddenly, and the two flames reflected Wanyan Wushu's somewhat pale face, and walked forward slowly.

"Catch, General!"

Wanyan Wushu didn't raise his head, catching the sword flying in the air, but his face did not improve. Because he knew very well that the sword, for Feng Qiuhuang, had lost its use as a weapon.

The Jin soldiers behind him were only a few meters away from Feng Qiuhuang, but Feng Qiuhuang continued to walk towards Wanyan Wushu as if he hadn't noticed.

Wan Yan Wushu's fingers hooked imperceptibly.

All the swords behind Feng Qiuhuang stabbed at his heart together.

With a slight leap, Feng Qiuhuang stood on the tips of more than a dozen swords. Another one is to turn over, land on the ground, and turn his back to Wanyan Wushu.

It's still the snake in the back.

Feng Qiu Huang turned sideways, dodging the poisonous snake stabbed from behind, and the flame in his right hand threw towards the golden soldiers beside him.

A dozen more drops of jumping red ink.

And the black cloth will scream.

The same goes for the sword held in the left hand, which is a complete copy of the previous one.

"So now do you pay or not?"

"I don't pay it." The calmness of Wanyan Wushu made Feng Qiuhuang secretly surprised.

There was a sharp pain in her abdomen, and Feng Qiuhuang felt that her abdomen was bleeding.

There was a dagger quietly stuck in the blood.

Letting go of the poisonous snake, Feng Qiuhuang subconsciously covered his stomach, but Wanyan Wushu's foot kicked Feng Qiuhuang's stomach fiercely.

The Jin soldiers who followed swooped down from behind, and the first person suppressed Feng Qiuhuang's arms, completely covering the flames.

The people in the back began to stack arhats.

Feng Qiuhuang's consciousness weakened, and the flames in his hands also dimmed until they disappeared.

The phoenix that was erected tried to break free, and failure was inevitable.

"You better come with me to see Hua Feifei." After finishing the Yan Wushu, he turned around and walked backwards.

Feng Qiuhuang is the same, but he was dragged.

"Where's Hua Feifei?" Wanyan Wushu already knew the name.

Feng Qiuhuang stared at the face of the lieutenant general who had been ordered to guard Hua Feifei, as if he realized something, and laughed loudly, until his abdomen began to ache again, and then he stopped laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"