Last night's black clouds had not yet receded, the sky was still overcast, and the atmosphere in the stockade was very depressing.

The warriors of the Wind and Thunder Village all gathered around the inner village, but they did not launch an attack for a long time, and as far as the eye could see, Shu Feng Lei was not in the crowd. None of the Fenglei Village warriors who surrounded the inner village shouted, they just stood quietly in place, clutching their weapons.

Shu Fenglei knew very well that Yunshenzhai was already in his bag, so he would hold the authority of Yunshenzhai for his younger brother for a while, and he didn't care.

Lin Fenglei is still sitting in the main hall, on his throne, since he received the news that the walled gate was breached, he has been sitting here, never moved, that Lin Fenglei, who was not smiling, now seems to have completely turned into a stone statue. His henchmen stood in the main hall, wanting to speak and stopping, but none of them spoke.

There is no Yanglin River in it.

As the strongest warrior under Lin Fenglei, Yang Linhe was sent by him to guard the most important south gate, but he did not return and finally died at the head of the city.

When the warriors of Fenglei Village attacked, Yang Linhe's first reaction was to be ecstatic, because he felt that his opportunity to show his skills had finally come. He gave the order to defend, but in his heart he was eager to rush out and cut off the heads of the enemies in front of him.

He is brave, but he also has brains.

The defense of the south gate was as solid as he expected, no matter how much the group of people from the wind and thunder village attacked, it was impossible to break through the south gate, until a long knife pierced his lower abdomen.

He turned back in anger, thinking that his subordinates had betrayed a traitor, but when he looked closely, there were countless black-clad warriors in the same costume rushing towards him under the wall.

Why are there people from the Wind Thunder Village?! Could it be that the other doors have already been breached?

Before he had time to think about it, he organized his men to launch a counterattack, but in this way, the defensive position of the walled wall would be weakened, and the warriors of the wind and thunder village outside the walled village would continue to climb the wall, and if it went on like this, the south gate would undoubtedly be broken.

Unless reinforcements arrive, help Yanglin River stop the attack of the dead soldiers of Fenglei Village.

But no reinforcements will come.

It is nothing more than the most conceited person in Yunshenzhai to say that Yanglinhe is the most conceited, he does have a skill, and his brain is not bad, but he is too conceited, except for Lin Fenglei, anyone in him will be looked down upon by him, so this time, he will start to advance in Fenglei Village

At the first time of the attack, he did not send anyone to inform Lin Fenglei.

Yang Linhe stabbed backhanded, and with the knife, he split the dead soldier who attacked him in half.

"You guys, all get back to me!" Yang Linhe suddenly roared, but he was not facing his enemy, but his companion behind him, he grabbed the knife, suddenly the tiger leaped forward, forcing the enemies in front of him to retreat, and then yelled, "Leave it to me here!" Just keep the village! ”

There are two trails through the village on this side of the south gate, the dead soldiers of the wind and thunder village came up from the south, Yanglin River slashed all the way, killed the warriors on the trail one after another, and finally jumped directly from the trail, and at the same time waved the knife again, cutting off the head of a warrior in front of him.

"Come on!" Yang Linhe roared again, the wound on his lower abdomen was still oozing blood, but the wound didn't seem to affect his actions at all, he kept swinging his knife, his hand was up and down, and one after another the dead soldiers of the Wind and Thunder Village fell in front of him, those dead soldiers were the elites selected by various departments, but in front of Yanglinhe, they suddenly became vulnerable paper people, and they didn't even have a chance to parry, and what they faced was actually the injured Yanglinhe.

It's just a Yanglin River, which directly blocked the attack of four hundred elite dead soldiers of Fenglei Village, and the dead soldiers were blocked by him in front of the same village trail, and they couldn't advance a point, but fortunately, the human wall composed of the dead soldiers at the front blocked the Yanglin River, so that the team behind could bypass him and run to the wall.

Yang Linhe was not afraid of a hundred people alone, he laughed loudly, his face was full of contempt from beginning to end, in his eyes, the hundred people in front of him were just practicing for themselves, and it was not himself who should be afraid, but ...... They!

No matter how elite these warriors are, they are only "elite" to this level, you must know that even in the face of any three of the strongest ten people in Fenglei Village, Yanglinhe can not fall behind with one enemy and three, not to mention that these people in front of him are still not known how far away from the "strongest ten".

Yang Linhe kept swinging his knife, slashing, swinging his knife, slashing down, there were more and more blood stains on his body, his, and the enemy's, there were more and more corpses around him, but he still kept swinging the knife, as if he didn't feel tired at all, this time, these samurai in front of him who volunteered to become "dead soldiers" suddenly began to feel fear, they were not afraid of death, but they would still be afraid, because the man in front of them could no longer be called a "person", maybe it would be more appropriate to see him as a "demon" or "demon".

"What the hell is this...... Who is it? A dead soldier outside the human wall couldn't help but admire, he was a forest chief, even among these dead soldiers, he was the best, but he didn't have the courage to confront Yanglinhe, because he knew that if he fought against Yanglinhe, at most three times, he would definitely be cut by him in front of the battle.

In less than a stick of incense, there were no less than fifty dead soldiers who died in front of Yang Linhe, maybe more, and these dead soldiers didn't even stab a thing that could really be called a "wound" on Yang Linhe's body, only a few small wounds that were not painful or itchy for Yang Linhe, which could not affect Yanglinhe's battle in the slightest.

But at the same time, the dead soldiers found that Yang Linhe's movements gradually slowed down, he no longer opened and closed as before, and the range of his movements was much smaller, if they looked carefully, they would see that Yang Linhe's lower abdomen had already been soaked in blood, and that knife was already a fatal wound for ordinary people, but Yang Linhe still didn't do any treatment, and fought with the dead soldiers for a stick of incense for a while.

Yang Linhe shook his head, now he already felt an obvious sense of dizziness, it was not like this, but the wound accelerated the loss of his physical strength, and now he felt very hard just swinging the knife, he subconsciously covered the wound on his lower abdomen, but touched his hands full of blood.

A dead soldier looked at Yanglinhe's appearance and wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack, so he immediately leaned forward and shouted, "Go die!" ”

But in the next moment, his head rolled to the ground, and Yang Linhe held the knife and gasped softly, without looking back. No one could see what he had just done, and everyone only felt a cold light flashing in front of them, and the dead man immediately separated.

Yang Linhe stood up straight, he squinted his eyes and scanned the surroundings, and raised his knife again, "If it weren't for the sneak attack, today, I would have to die here!" ”

"Come on! Come again! Yang Linhe held the knife and laughed wildly.

A sharp arrow roared in the air, Yang Linhe's body stagnated, he lowered his head, an arrow was inserted in his chest, he stretched out his hand to pull the arrow off, but more arrows followed, the force of the arrow forced him to keep retreating, he gritted his teeth, but blood continued to ooze from between his teeth.

"Wait ......" Yang Linhe's last sentence was not finished, he was half-kneeling on the ground, obviously dead, but his eyes were wide with anger, and he refused to fall.

Beside him, one dead soldier after another leaped past his corpse and rushed towards the wall.