As the Toutuo army ran in panic at the city gate and screamed, several thunderbolts exploded outside the city gate.

The gates collapsed.

The long corridor was exposed, and it was crowded with people. Hundreds of people were panicked and ran towards the back.

The scene of corpses strewn on the ground outside the city gate made their hearts tremble.

Those who are not accustomed to this kind of scene can hardly bear this extremely tragic shock.

"Kill!"

Some people in the Yuan army roared and slammed into the city gate.

The Toutuo soldiers who had just run away rushed into the smoke again, blocking the way out.

"Don't let them into the city!"

Zhao Dongting's eyes suddenly condensed, his body moved, and he went straight towards the city gate.

Looking at the trembling and frightened people, he knew very well that the Yuan army rushed into Yongdao, and these people could only be slaughtered.

Tears can't stop the Yuan army.

"Kill!"

Several people were unstoppable, and quickly rushed from the Yuan army array to the bottom of the city.

Zhao Dongting, Yuan Zhenzi, Yuan Xiuzi, Yuan Chunzi, Yuan Ion and Kumano, a total of six people, with more than 300 Tuo troops blocked the city gate and fought with the Yuan army.

Blood kept splattering out.

Random arrows flying.

The people in the corridor hurriedly rushed backwards, and it was inevitable that some people were hit by random arrows, fell to the ground in pain, and were quickly carried to the back.

However, the Yuan army was never able to break through the city gates. Without the use of thunderbolts, these ordinary soldiers could not pose any threat to Yuan Zhenzi and the others at all.

Zhao Dongting's face was full of murderous intent, but in his heart, he was dignified.

The north gate of the inner city is already so critical, it is conceivable that on the west, east, and south sides of the inner city, even if it is not the direction of the main attack of the Yuan army, the situation will not be much better.

Thousands against tens of thousands, a tenfold difference in troops. The moat and the city gate could not withstand the enemy army, and this was a battle with almost no chance of winning.

However, Zhao Dongting could not give up.

Even if the Yuan army was able to break through the inner city in the end, the longer he blocked it, the fewer people would be killed or wounded in the inner city. Just waiting for Huang Hua to come over, he can always solve the crisis a little.

The sword intent is cold.

This sword light is like the sparkling waves rippling out of the ancient well on a full moon night.

Zhao Dongting shouted while slashing the Yuan army that rushed forward: "The three seniors of Yuan Xiuzi, Yuan Ion, and Yuan Chunzi are still bothering you to go to the rest of the city gates to resist the Yuan thieves!" ”

The three of Yuan Xiuzi, who were not far from him, heard this shout, so they retreated and rushed towards the city gate.

Their feet tapped lightly on the upright wall, and it was so light that in a blink of an eye they reached the top of the city, and then quickly disappeared again.

Zhao Dongting wanted it, and they also wanted it, and the situation at the other three city gates at this time was definitely not optimistic.

As for why Zhao Dongting left Yuan Zhenzi, a powerhouse of the True Martial Arts Realm, and Kumano, the Gu Master who is best at fighting against the army, is here, it naturally makes sense.

They drove straight into the north gate of the outer city, and it is conceivable that there will be countless Yuan troops rushing behind them.

The pressure on the north gate of the city is undoubtedly the greatest.

"Kill!"

And after the three of Yuan Xiuzi left, the Yuan army, who was already a little timid, was agitated.

They see hope.

Originally, the five True Martial Realms were here, and they rushed to die as many as they wanted, and they couldn't always attack the inner city, but now, there is such a possibility.

Artists are bold, and if there are many people, they can also be bold.

The low-level generals hidden in the army kept roaring in their mouths, all wanting their subordinates to seize the first credit of capturing the inner city.

However, those who rushed forward died in pieces.

Zhao Dongting and Yuan Zhenzi danced with long swords, and the corpses in front of them were already stacked in a short period of time.

And Kumano is even more ruthless.

The more than a dozen Gu worms he had raised were constantly shuttling through the crowd, and while he was wielding his spear, he even released Gu poison from time to time, which made his neighborhood even more full of corpses.

I don't know when the spear head has disappeared, but as a true martial arts realm powerhouse, even if there is no spear head, no one can stop his edge.

The sticks whistling.

The soldiers who rushed forward in front of the Yuan army fell backwards in pieces, spilling blood in the air, and there was no one who could get up after landing.

This kind of one-sided massacre is not as tragic as the melee between the two armies, but it is more terrifying.

A few real martial arts realms, it is really a husband and a wife, and it is impossible to open it.

Even Zhao Dongting, who is at the peak of the Zhongyuan Realm, is a great master who no one can stop in such an army. The Zhan Lu sword is in his hand, and he doesn't know how many people's blood he has drunk.

As one of the top ten divine swords in ancient times, and the peerless sword that is now ranked sixth on the list of gods and soldiers in the rivers and lakes, the edge of the Zhan Lu sword can be imagined.

Under the indoctrination of Zhao Dongting's internal qi, even if it is a shield soldier of the Yuan army, it cannot be stopped.

The long sword slashed, and the Yuan army would often be divided into two sections by the Zhan Lu sword at the same time as their blades. Sharpening iron is like mud, and cutting people is naturally very simple.

The people in the corridors under the city have crowded into the city in panic.

Dozens of Tuo troops squeezed out of the inner city, carrying shields in the middle of the road.

At this time, the Toutuo soldiers outside the city had been completely damaged.

There are too many Yuan troops, and there are tens of thousands of them. Although so many people did not rush up at the same time, it was not something that ordinary Toutuo troops could resist.

Under the castle, only Zhao Dongting, Yuan Zhenzi, and Kumano have a firm foothold.

Zhao Dongting was also fortunate to have profound sword intent, comparable to the Great Yuan Realm, otherwise, even he would never want to hold a sword in such a crowd and never retreat.

The sound of fighting never stopped.

Human life is really like mustard at this time. And the flames of war are burning this plain overgrown with grass and mustard.

Hundreds of people in the city looked at Zhao Dongting and the three of them covered in blood outside the city in a daze.

And after the fall of thousands of corpses, the low-ranking generals in the Yuan army were finally angry.

At this time, the generals were not present, and they did not care about making arbitrary claims, and some people shouted: "Kill them with thunder!" ”

Hearing such a loud shout, the Yuan army that rushed to the forefront hurriedly retreated.

"Stick to them!"

Zhao Dongting drank lowly, the Yuan army retreated, and he entered.

Of course, he didn't dare to leave these Yuan troops too far, although he was under siege, these Yuan troops were also his protective umbrella.

Fighting with these Yuan troops armed with swords and guns is naturally much safer for him, Yuan Zhenzi and Kumano than facing thunder.

But to the surprise of Zhao Dongting and the retreating Yuan army, someone in the Yuan army threw the thunder directly at them. Moreover, most of the thunder throwers were low-level generals.

They no longer care about the lives of these ordinary soldiers.

As long as you can kill the three of Yuan Zhenzi, even if you kill hundreds of soldiers at the same time, what is it?

Tzu is not in charge of the army.

Even if thousands of soldiers and Yuan Zhenzi were killed, these low-level generals were extremely willing. Because, if they continue to kill, they will only lose more of their subordinates.

Even now, Mo said that Yuan Zhenzi and Kumano, and even Zhao Dongting, who had the lowest realm, did not have the appearance of exhaustion of internal qi.

"Go to the city!"

Zhao Dongting watched many swarthy thunderbolts fall towards him, and his soul was almost frightened, and he hurriedly jumped back.

Moto-Mako and Kumano reacted faster, and the moment he spoke, they had already retreated.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them went to the edge of the city wall again, and then they swished to the top of the city wall.

And before they could jump over the tower of the city gate, the thunder below exploded.

The sound of explosions was like the muffled thunder of spring, incessant.

Flesh and blood were blown apart, dead and alive, and countless people were torn apart.

The scene was bloody to the extreme.

The people inside the gate who saw this scene wept out in fright.

This scene will probably linger in their minds for the rest of their lives.

Even in the Toutuo army holding shields in the corridor, some people bent down and vomited. And they can already be regarded as veterans of a hundred battles.

The generals in the Yuan army watched Zhao Dongting and the three of them swoop up the city gate, killing many of their subordinates, but they were so angry that they scratched their ears.

These sons of bitches are really difficult to deal with.

Yuan Zhenzi, Kumano, and Zhao Dongting really made these low-level generals feel extremely tricky.

It's just that if he knew how much sweat and effort Moto-Mako and Kumano had put in to reach their current state, he might not have such thoughts anymore.

If decades of hard work are useless, then what is the use of practicing martial arts?

Zhao Dongting stood on the head of the city, overlooking the broken corpses all over the city, and shouted violently: "Damn, come up for Lao Tzu!" ”

Kill, kill the real fire.