Chapter 77: The Battle of Beilin (5)

The twelve people lined up one after another, except for the two who were injured, the remaining ten people all maintained their peak combat strength, and the two injured were not too seriously injured. Vertex Says X 23 U OM

But at this time, in addition to Qiu Shuangliang and Zhao Tiancheng, there are only five captains in Beilin City who can fight.

Although those five are only captains, they are comparable to ordinary pioneers in terms of combat power, but they are also pioneers who can hold back the other five, and if it takes a long time, they are no match.

Mu Mingyuan glanced around, only to see that there were scattered wood and masonry everywhere, a mess, the trebuchets that were originally majestic and looking at the battlefield were all scrapped, only some of the pedestals were still in place, and the tower was also punched out of a big gap.

Looking at his masterpiece, Mu Mingyuan was a little proud, this most difficult Beilin City was vulnerable to their attacks.

A drop of sweat flowed down from the face of the autumn frost, and the more the autumn frost was at the end, the more stable it became, and it would eventually live up to its soul after more than ten years of ordinary stability.

"Kill!"

Qiu Shuangliang roared, holding the Yangming Sword high in his hand and killing towards Mu Mingyuan.

When playing "Yellow Bridge Flying Sand", the autumn frost was cool, and the evil spirit was even more pressing.

Even Mu Mingyuan, who was called Shura who broke out of hell, was stunned at this time, but then he was overjoyed.

"Good time."

Mu Mingyuan responded, and the horse chopping knife in his hand also slashed towards Qiushuangliang.

The evil qi of the two collided together, one more amazing than the other, and the other more terrifying than the other.

The surrounding soldiers were also stunned by this, as if they had seen two dark Shuras, their eyes glowing red, and they were fighting together with cold soldiers in their hands.

The soldiers of Beilin City were stunned, but a few of the Di people were not stupid.

Not to mention that their own strength is extraordinary, and they have been following Mu Ming for a long time, but they are also used to it a lot, picking up the weapon in their hands and slashing towards the soldiers with the crossbow, but he knows that this crossbow has caused them to lose a lot of warriors.

In an instant, the soldiers on the three crossbows were killed by the enemy's vanguard, and several captains of Beilin City were also angry.

"The thief is rampant."

Several captains also drew their weapons to block the attacks of the pioneers.

Qiu Shuangliang rushed towards Mu Mingyuan, and Mu Mingyuan also picked up the horse chopping knife, and a full moon fell, leaving a silver-white afterimage.

Mu Mingyuan can be said to be the number one general under Tutu Hetan.

From the name, it can be seen that he is a warrior of the Jin tribe in the Di tribe, the Jin tribe is good at the art of forging, it can be said that most of the weapons of the Di people are made by the Jin tribe.

The people of this tribe are already infinitely powerful, and Qiu Shuangliang will naturally not fight hard with him with the Yangming Sword in his hand, and he does not have the strength to fight hard.

But Mu Mingyuan's big slash, the gap on the right was exposed, a big man like Mu Mingyuan was extremely brave and powerful, but the flexibility was not half a star.

I saw that Qiu Shuangliang's body was wrong, and as soon as his footsteps slipped, he twisted to Mu Mingyuan's waist, and the Yangming Sword in his hand moved towards Mu Mingyuan's back waist.

Mu Mingyuan's eyes tightened, naturally he would not let the autumn frost get cold, and hurriedly returned the knife to block it, and at the same time shouted: "What a gut!" ”

Mu Mingyuan is known as Shura who broke out of hell, but he is not a warrior who crawled out of hell.

Qiu Shuangliang was beside Mu Mingyuan at this time, and Mu Mingyuan's roar directly shocked Qiu Shuangliang, seven up and eight down, seven eight and fifty-six.

Although the sword in his hand had been exported, the power had already dispersed by five or six points, leaving only a small scratch on Mu Mingyuan's battle armor, which did not hurt him at all.

At this time, the autumn frost also came back to his senses, and he couldn't help but feel a pity.

During the military election, Qiu Shuangliang went all the way to the top position because of the opponent's light enemy, and now this person thinks he is strong, looking at Qiu Shuangliang's appearance of a white-faced son, how can he be motivated.

could have taken this opportunity to hurt Mu Mingyuan and disturb their military morale, but he was suppressed because of the other party's roar, and his success fell short.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Mu Mingyuan glanced at the scratch on his right waist and let out a human laugh.

Qiu Shuangliang looked at his smile, listened to the other party's voice, and felt like a yellow flower girl who met a flower thief in the wild, and had a feeling that the earth should not be called every day.

"Little doll, I'm going to be serious about my next attack."

Mu Mingyuan tightened the horse chopping knife in his hand as he spoke, and he made a "poof" sound out of thin air.

The cold hair of the autumn frost suddenly stood up, and he felt that his original evil qi was shattered by Mu Mingyuan in an instant.

Mu Mingyuan's attack struck again, and the speed was even a point faster than just now, and Qiu Shuangliang dodged to the side again.

The silver chopping knife slashed in front of Qiu Shuangliang's eyes, and the chopping knife never cut Qiu Shuangliang, but Qiu Shuangliang only felt that his cheeks were hurt by the knife wind.

Mu Mingyuan's attack was not over yet, Qiu Shuangliang dodged a blow, but Mu Mingyuan's second blow had already arrived.

Mu Mingyuan jumped forward, slashed down with a heavy slash, and the autumn frost fell to the ground, so he naturally didn't have time to attack, so he had no choice but to use a move to dodge the civet over the stream.

Mu Mingyuan's heavy blow fell, and the trebuchet base in that position just now was directly split, and the wood thicker than the strong man's thigh seemed to be worse than tofu in Mu Mingyuan's eyes.

Qiu Shuangliang continued to hide, Mu Mingyuan's attack still followed, Qiu Shuangliang knew that his hiding position on the city wall was limited, and this was a war, and he couldn't hide all the time.

Zhao Tiancheng has now been entangled by the other two Di Ren generals, and gradually fell into disadvantage.

If Zhao Tiancheng is not afraid of any of the other party, two fights have not left a single scar on Zhao Tiancheng's body, which shows that Zhao Tiancheng is strong, but if he fights two, even Ultraman can't bear it.

The other five captains and the five pioneers of the Di people were also in a stalemate.

The other four Di pioneers slaughtered ordinary soldiers on the city walls, starting with crossbows and trebuchets, and the sound of siege under the city became louder and louder.

Just when Qiu Shuangliang was analyzing the battlefield, his movements couldn't help but be a little slower, and the horse chopping knife in Mu Mingyuan's hand turned into a horizontal batch, and beckoned towards Qiu Shuangliang.

When it was too late, there was a sound of footsteps, and a large knife of one meter and five long and fifteen centimeters wide flew towards Mu Mingyuan's horse chopping knife with a long iron chain.

I only heard a sound, Mu Mingyuan's big knife was shaken open, and Mu Mingyuan's figure was also shocked back two steps, and the powerful force made the horse chopping knife in his hand buzz.

As soon as Mu Mingyuan's hand tightened, the horse chopping knife regained its calm, and the flying big knife was also shaken back.

"His grandmother's, she wants to attack the city, and she asked Lao Tzu if she has not."

A gruff voice rang out. A large man dressed in a short linen robe climbed the city wall.

The right hand of the chain rattled and wrapped around the arm, and the great knife whirled in the air before finally falling into the big man's hand.

The big knife slammed on the ground, and the floor tiles were directly punched into a gap, you know, even the Di people's siege crossbow can be pierced into it.

Looking at the appearance of an additional master on the city wall, another general beside Tutu Hetan stepped forward and asked, "Marshal, do you need me to come forward and help?" ”

"Don't worry, Mu Mingyuan should have had enough, let him fight with Qiushuang Liang is quite embarrassing, the leader of the Great Qi Army, this water is a bit big. Just let him have fun, if he can't beat this, why not follow me to fight the world? ”

Tutu Hetan laughed.