"When~"

The ringhead knife was picked up by the warriors.

"Puff~"

Sharp into the flesh, Wei Yan had already taken this opportunity to stand, and took advantage of the situation to pull out the dagger in his military boots, and stabbed straight into the heart of the first warrior.

The warrior looked at Wei Yan unwillingly, but he didn't expect that the other party had lost his main weapon, the long knife, and he would pull out the dagger and kill himself under such an unfavorable situation.

The penetration of the heart can make a person die very quickly, and the first warrior died before he even had time to experience the pain.

Wei Yan pulled out the dagger and didn't wipe the blood, watching the blood flow on the blade, he picked up the opponent's ring head knife with one kick, and reached out with his right hand to catch it:

"Kill!"

With a knife in his right hand and a dagger in his left, Wei Yan charged forward majestically, and the natives dodged one after another, shouting in Funan in their mouths:

"The First Warrior is dead! The first warrior is dead! ”

Funan fled when he saw him, Wei Yanli had nowhere to go, he was like a long-distance runner, running back and forth vigorously, and the effect was still there, that is, many Funan natives who were scared away by him became deserters.

"I can't see the Funan natives on the side, how long will I be scared when will I be scared by such a dozen or so people?"

Wei Yan found out what the problem was, and looked back at the Eight Banners soldiers who had already been on the side, they were already tired in the case of continuous combat, and they were probably worried about the boundless enemy army in their hearts.

"Damn! If it weren't for the dense forest, the view would be blocked, and the enemy would have been frightened into a complete collapse by himself! ”

When he said this, Wei Yan's face was full of arrogance, which made Gao Zai, who followed tenaciously behind him, a little disappointed, if it wasn't for the dense forest, you would take the lead in trying? A thousand arrows are fired at once, and you are a hornet's nest.

In any case, Wei Yan knew that he had to find a better way to solve the unfavorable situation in front of him.

"Then capture the thief and capture the king first!"

"What the general said is exactly what he said!"

Wei Yan was talking to himself, but he didn't expect someone to answer him, with the level and physical fitness of the Eight Banners, shouldn't he have fallen behind a long time ago?

Wei Yan looked back: "Gao Zai?!" ”

"The subordinates are here!"

Okay, I know you're here, Wei Yan didn't comment any more, but raised the ring head knife and signaled Gao Zai to go up.

Wei Yan began to run long distances again, running around the battlefield, at first there were natives who had seen his divine might and avoided him in fear, and then many natives did not see his performance, and began to wave their rudimentary primitive weapons at him.

"Boom~"

The ring head knife ended one life after another, so that the natives who didn't know whether they were alive or dead re-realized Wei Yan's power, Wei Yan was fighting, and Gao Zai acted as a person looking for the mix.

Every time Wei Yan killed a group of people and ran away, the first thing he did was not shouting killing, not counting the results, but shouting without looking back:

"Did Gao Tsai find the mix?"

"General Hui didn't."

The conversation is slowly changing.

"Did Gao Zai find it?"

"The general didn't find it!"

"Did you find it?"

"Nope."

The speech is short, and there is no time to say more empty polite words, the main thing is that I am tired.

"Die!"

Wei Yan slashed at a native with a scythe in his hand.

"Dang~Jingk~"

Unexpectedly, he missed, Wei Yan looked at his broken knife and intact natives, and with a wave of the dagger in his left hand, he cut the throat of the other party, and added:

"Shoddy goods!"

Wei Yangang wanted to throw away the broken knife, but when he thought about it, he didn't know where his long knife was, and the iron soldiers on the ground only had sickles, and the rest were made of stone, so he didn't throw it in the end.

The fight continues, and Wei Yan's image is completely the "kitchen knife" with a dagger in his left hand and his right hand, which is still the kind of curly blade, but he still kills "happily"!

"Puff~"

The "kitchen knife" slashed through the throat of the natives with difficulty, took away half of the flesh of the neck, and killed people with a knife rolled into spring rolls, which also made Wei Yan bitter.

"Yes, huh~, no?"

The question was extremely brief, mixed with gasps.

"General, found it, found it!"

Gao Zai's cheering voice came:

"In front of your left!"

The honorific title "you" was thrown into the sea half a quarter of an hour ago, Wei Yan didn't care about this at all, he was excited at this time, like a desperate overjoyed person, every cell in his body was beating, which brought great strength and all his strength.

Wei Yan, who felt the changes in his body, knew that if he couldn't end the battle in a short time, then he would be so tired that he couldn't even stand up, and that was his time of death.

"Mix!"

Wei Yan staggered forward from side to side, like a drunken man, like a prostrated athlete, like a terminally ill stumbling patient, and everyone who saw it believed that Wei Yan might fall at any time.

Only Wei Yan himself gritted his teeth and endured it, because he still had things to do, and he didn't allow him to fail.

Gao Zai's heart was pounding and he couldn't do anything, although he fought less, he didn't have any physical strength, just his body, how could Wei Yan, who had been trained by investing in countless medicinal materials after professional training since he was a child, have a good physique.

There is no escape, although it can be seen that Wei Yan is already dying, let alone himself.

The short sword of Yuan's own poison was unsheathed, and the mixed fill just wanted to step forward to deal with Wei Yan, who had made him lose a lot of face, but suddenly a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at the left and right, and the left and right understood, and pulled out the ring head knife and rushed towards Wei Yan, while the mixed fill deliberately fell behind by half a step.

Wei Yan turned a deaf ear to these, and his eyes were like a lone wolf glowing green.

"Drink~ah!"

"Whoosh~"

The broken knife flew towards the left guard, who hurriedly used the knife to block, and then Wei Yan flew the dagger towards him, and the left guard was suddenly a little overwhelmed, and simply threw himself to the side to dodge.

"Puff~"

The left guard dodged the broken knife, but he found that he had been deceived, and the dagger did not fly towards him at all, and it was still in Wei Yan's hand, but it changed from his left hand to his right hand, which was easier to exert force.

The mixed fill was a little annoyed on his face, but the difference between the two was no more than ten steps, and it was a little too late to stop and wait for the left guard, but he still believed that the two of them with strong physical strength could easily solve Wei Yan, and the mixed fill had already begun to look forward to the fight when he was young, and he was also as brave and good at fighting as Wei Yan at that time.

"Surrender! Be my first warrior! ”

The mixture is speaking the body poison dialect, Wei Yan can't understand it, and he still wants to say that he is a son-in-law, but it is too late, and it is already considered to be completed by reducing the speed after ten steps.

Wei Yan didn't understand, but the right guard of the mixed fill understood, this was the most polite sentence in the mouth of the mixed filler he had ever heard, and he deeply realized how optimistic the mixed fill was about the person in front of him, and the ring head knife that swung towards Wei Yan unconsciously changed direction, changing from Wei Yan's neck to Wei Yan's shoulder.

Wei Yan has a heavy iron shoulder pad on his shoulder, and a knife can hurt him, and it will not abolish this quasi-first warrior who is heavy on his master.