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Fan Xiang saw that the Beigong soldiers were besieging but not attacking, so he turned back to look at the Beigong Daxu in front of the Chinese army's big tent, which was only a dozen steps away, and said to Su Xinyan: "Xiaoyan, let's go over and cut down the big Xu." He said and went straight to the past.

"Okay!" Su Xinyan lifted the reins of the horse, brandished the spear, and followed Fan Xiang on the horse.

The besieged Beigong soldiers shouted, and more than a dozen ironclad soldiers raised their spears and came up, Fanxiang shouted, jumped up, volleyed over the heads of the army, waved the knife in his hand, and the knife was swept out, and the knife was over, and the dozen soldiers were killed under the knife, and then stepped on the ground, already under the Daxu, the soldiers around the surrounding army were seized by Fanxiang's momentum, and they stood up with knives and guns, and they did not dare to bully forward, Fanxiang looked up at Daxu, shouted, and cut off the flagpole with a knife. The big "hulala" sounded and fell to the ground with the flagpole. Fan Xiang went straight to the past, cut the flag in half with a knife, copied half of the flag, held it high, surrounded by thousands of troops, and the god was majestic.

Su Xinyan rode over, stood on the left side of Fanxiang, waved the spring spear in his hand, and shouted loudly: "The Beigong army is defeated! The Beigong army is defeated!" The army looked from a distance, only to see a woman in white next to the broken flag, sitting on a horse, holding a spear high, with blood stains on her clothes.

Fan Xiang looked at Su Xinyan, laughed a long time, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Good job!"

Su Xinyan saw Fan Xiang praising herself, her face turned red, and she was very happy in her heart, and said, "Brother Fan Xiang, let's rush out, okay?"

"Okay!" went to Su Xinyan in front of the horse, took the reins of the horse, and slashed the void with the knife in his hand, and waited to break through.

Suddenly, the white flag in the Beigong army waved, only the sound of the horn in the south of the camp was heard, the horse's hooves were galloping, and when I raised my eyes, I saw that the flag was hunting, and the two thousand teams shouted and shouted, rushing forward, and then there was a horn blowing in the west, and two thousand people were tumbling and rolling, like galloping. The four thousand-strong team galloped back and forth in two ways, surrounded by Fanxiang and Su Xinyan.

A centurion saw that his comrades and siblings came to help, and he was bold, raised the long knife in his hand, lifted the reins of the horse, and ran towards Su Xinyan from behind, and slashed with a knife, Su Xinyan heard the wind in his ears, and did not look back, his body was slightly sideways, he dodged the blade, and shot back, and shot the centurion in the chest with a bloody hole.

When Fan Xiang saw it, he couldn't help but praise: "Xiao Yan, good marksmanship!"

Su Xinyan was a little shy, smiled, and said, "It's not that you teach well!"

Seeing that the centurion was dead, Fan Xiang got off the horse and carried his body, paced in front of him, then stretched out his hand, pulled him off the horse, pulled the reins of the horse, turned over the horse, and shouted to Su Xinyan: "Xiao Yan, you follow closely behind me." ”

At that moment, the two of them stopped talking, rushed forward, a knife and a gun, and rushed straight to the heavily surrounded military formation, only to see Fanxiang in front, the knife light piece by piece, invincible, Xiao Yan followed, the gun shadow flew over, and the nearest person was killed. The formation of these thousands of people was suddenly chaotic, and thousands of cavalry retreated to both sides like a tide. At this time, the nineteen black-armored knights had already forced the enemy at the camp gate to retreat, and the black-scarfed bearded man rushed into the camp first, holding a Fang Tian painting halberd in one hand and a black iron horizontal knife in the other, galloping on his horse, rampage through thousands of troops and horses, as if entering a no-man's land.

In the midst of the killing, Fan Xiang and the bearded man passed away from each other through several military formations, and a very familiar feeling immediately came to his heart. I didn't have time to think about it, and I saw that I was almost at the gate of the camp, as long as I killed the stragglers at the camp gate, the two of them could escape.

Fan Xiang turned the horse's head, turned to Su Xinyan's horse, waved the knife in the hall, waved the broken knife, and the blade fell, and successively cut down more than a dozen Beigong servant generals who were chasing him. The Beigong soldiers did not dare to approach for a while. Fan Xiang turned the horse's head, and saw the spear in Su Xinyan's hand, and the stragglers at the camp gate retreated one after another.

At this time, Fanxiang suddenly felt that the dantian was stagnant for a while, and the flow was not smooth for a while, and the samadhi true fire locked in the body immediately took advantage of the void to enter, and strongly pressed the yuan force accumulated by the dantian, and the surging counterattack came up, and the dantian valve was broken, only to feel that the chest was bored and nauseated, and under the reluctant swing of the knife, an invisible force was pressed to the chest like a mountain and a sea, "wow", a mouthful of blood was spurted, and the body shook for a while, and he was about to fall under the horse. Su Xinyan heard that his voice was different, and hurriedly turned around, and saw that the blood on his lips was flowing spontaneously, and his face was pale, so he hurriedly forced back the soldiers in front of him, turned his horse's head, and ran back.

Among the thousands of troops, life and death are tied to the front line, Fan Xiang saw that Su Xinyan gave up the camp gate, and under his thoughts, he actually ran back, so he didn't care about his safety, and shouted loudly: "Xiao Yan, you quickly kill out of the camp gate, I will block the enemy for you." Under the rush of fire, before the words fell, a surge of qi and blood in his chest surged, and he fainted and fell under the horse.

Su Xinyan saw that Fanxiang was desperately trying to save herself, how could she still have any intention in her heart, seeing Fanxiang planted upside down on the ground, she was in a hurry, and immediately jumped off the horseback and jumped next to Fanxiang. The pursuers in the back suddenly saw Fanxiang planted upside down under the horse, and they were stunned for a moment, and then they immediately woke up, shouted in unison, and each armed with a knife and gun, and rushed forward. The situation was so critical, Su Xinyan was like a mad tiger, the guns were desperate, dancing the Qinglong Liquan gun into a ball of guns, stabbing several soldiers in front of him one after another, and protecting Fanxiang.

When the several commanders who came after saw this woman who was like a flower and jade, they suddenly seemed to be crazy, and they were all stunned, and then laughed, armed with knives and guns, surrounded on all sides, and slowly approached, shouting: "Little lady, why are you so fierce? Your man is gone, don't you still have a brother and us?"

Su Xin was silent, and with a single shot, the gun flashed, slashing the necks of the two sergeants who were approaching, jumped up, the tip of the gun trembled, and turned around and stabbed a soldier who had sneaked up to death.

When the sergeants saw that the woman's eyes were red and she was like a mad tiger, they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Fan Xiang was delirious and confused at this time, and said: "Xiaoyan, run away, run away, don't pay attention to me, it's important to run for your life." ”

Taking advantage of the Beigong soldiers taking a few steps back, Su Xinyan held a gun in one hand and Fan Xiang in the other, and said with tears in his eyes: "I don't care, you promised me, I will go wherever you go in the future, and I will die with you today." "The guns are shining, the guns are desperate, just protecting Fanxiang, and they don't care about their own safety at all. Such a way of playing actually forced the Beigong soldiers to be unable to get close for a while.

Seeing that the overall situation here had been decided, the soldiers of Beigong only left more than 1,000 soldiers to surround Fanxiang and Su Xinyan, but they did not immediately come forward to fight, but they just kept provoking and said obscene and vulgar words to Su Xinyan.

Su Xinyan stopped talking, took advantage of this moment, helped Fanxiang onto the horse, jumped in front of Fanxiang, shook the Qinglong Liquan gun, turned it into two, turned one of them into Qingyun silk, tied Fanxiang with himself from behind, raised his hand to wipe the tears in his eyes, and then, held Fanxiang's broken knife in his left hand, took the Liquan gun in his right hand, turned around and said softly: "Brother, you said you won't let me die, and I won't let you die." Today, I fight side by side with you, and die without regrets!"

Fan Xiang was in a daze, urging Su Xinyan to flee quickly, and vaguely felt that Su Xinyan was blindly saving himself, in a daze, anxious, guilty, self-blame, and gratitude, a brain surged up, and under the urgency, a mouthful of blood spurted out again, and he couldn't support it anymore, his head and neck were weak, and he fainted.

When the soldiers saw this, they laughed again, held swords and guns, and shouted "drinking", but they did not immediately bully them.

Su Xinyan looked at the soldiers in Beigong in front of him, changed his weakness, his eyes were sharp, he no longer hesitated, he snorted, waved a knife in his left hand, danced a spear in his right hand, and rode into the enemy's encirclement.

When the Beigong soldiers saw it, they all raised their blades and attacked together, surrounded them in all directions, and the sound of shouting shook the heavens and the earth. Su Xinyan had the thought of death in his heart and rushed outward. I saw that the spear was smart, the blade shimmered, in this thousand troops, rushing left and right, unstoppable, and immediately more than a dozen Beigong soldiers were killed under his gun. As soon as the enemy saw the momentum, a trumpet sounded in the midst of shouting, and a thousand-man team joined the battle formation again, enveloping Su Xinyan in a heavy encirclement, vowing to capture this woman who made his master lose face.

At this moment, the Beigong military horses suddenly scattered to both sides, and a Beigong commander rode a green horse that was a very divine horse, and danced a big hammer with both hands, rushed in, and shouted: "Brothers, see that I have just captured this little lady after Yan came to live, let everyone be happy tonight." The two sledgehammers danced in their hands and whirred in the wind, straight to the heart.

Su Xinyan didn't talk even more, put the broken knife back in Fanxiang's waist, held the Liquan gun in both hands, the spear danced, facing the coming, the trick mutated, "dang", intersected with the hammer, the spear shook, was bounced away, the two horses were wrong, then Wanyan just held the hammer in one hand, freed up one hand, and came to grab Su Xinyan's waist belt, wanting to capture her alive. Su Xinyan flashed slightly, and shot back at the horse, stabbing Yan Gang in the face. Wan Yan Gang was very strong, and he dodged behind an iron bridge.

The two horses staggered, each turning their heads around and charging towards each other.

Wan Yan Gang "drank" and roared, wielding a double hammer, hitting Su Xinyan's face door, Su Xinyan no longer intersected with his hammer, the gun flashed, slid through the arc of the hammer, and sent it forward, the head of the gun pierced from the gap between the two hammers, and rushed straight over with a strong wind. The force of the sledgehammer sinks, under the inertia, Wan Yan Gang turned sideways to dodge and couldn't dodge, and when he wanted to return to the hammer to block, the tip of the Liquan gun was slightly oblique, and five plum blossom shadows appeared, which was the starting style of Su Xinyan's 36-way "Nian Nu Jiao" Qingyun Silk Dance Technique, "Sparse and faint, ask who a", and derived from this green silk dance technique of the eighteen-style "Nian Nu Jiao" marksmanship. only heard a soft sound of "snort", and then a snort of "ouch", Wan Yangang's right shoulder was pierced by the tip of the gun. The spear was sharp, the blood on his shoulder was dripping with blood, and after a few combinations, Yan Gang only felt that his body was gradually weakening, his strength was getting weaker and weaker, and he waved the double hammer, gradually stagnating. Su Xinyan was in a hurry, only to hear her coquettish, when the two horses were staggered, he used the eighteenth style of Nian Nujiao's marksmanship, "It's better to go back, Langyuan has a personal memory", and returned to the horse with a shot, which was stabbed in the left chest of Wan Yangang.

Wan Yan just shook it, tried his best, roared the tiger, threw the hammer at Su Xinyan, grabbed the gun tightly with his hand, stared at his eyes, and died on the horse. When the hammer was thrown, the strength was too late after all, and it smashed on the hind legs of Su Xinyan's horse, and the horse "smacked" with a neigh, the hind legs were broken, and the buttocks were crooked. Because of Fanxiang's height and length, she took a deep breath, so she had to bend over and carry Fanxiang, and tried her best to hug Fanxiang on the horse's back, and then stepped on the stirrup, took advantage of the momentum, and rode Yan Gang's green horse. When the enemy was stunned, he adjusted Fanxiang's sitting posture, tied himself to Fanxiang again, and prepared to fight his way out of the encirclement.

This change was like a rabbit falling from a falcon, and the troops in front of the battle only felt that their eyes were shaking a few times, and Wan Yan Gang had already fallen to the ground, and this thousand-mile horse was also taken away by the enemy.

In the military array, there are several generals who are always friendly with Wan Yangang, at this time seeing that their comrades and brothers were killed by this woman, they are angry in their hearts, and immediately three generals have weapons in their hands, ride tall horses, shout in unison, and rush forward.

At this time, Su Xinyan had only one thought in her heart, she wanted to protect her beloved, even if she died, she would not hesitate to do so. At the moment, he didn't talk to him, and he caught up with him. The young horse was indeed a good horse, carrying two people on his back, and still running freely. Su Xinyan waved the Liquan gun, and shook a shot to the first person, the green horse galloped quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the left side of the person, and when the horses intersected, he picked up the gun in his hand, the gun flashed, the phantom was ethereal, and the third style of the Nian Nujiao marksmanship "laughed and killed Dongjun to occupy the void", and came out of his hand. The man was caught off guard, and before the knife in his hand could be raised, the Liquan spear had already passed through his chest.

The green horse did not lose its momentum, and rushed straight forward.

A commander shouted like thunder, and the horse rushed close from behind, and when he saw that he wanted the horse's head to be connected to the horse's tail, he picked up the Xuanhua axe, and slashed at the back of Su Xinyan's head. Su Xinyan was carrying Fanxiang behind him, it was inconvenient to turn around, his legs clamped the horse's back, and the green horse's four hooves flew like flying, jumped forward and rushed out, and then rushed out obliquely. The commander followed closely. Waiting for the green horse to slow down, Su Xinyan returned a shot, it was the sixteenth style of Nian Nujiao's marksmanship "a stream of frost moon", but it was too late, it was fast, the blue light flashed in front of him, such as a round of waning moon reflecting the mountain stream, the water rippled, the streamer flashed, the Qinglong Liquan gun has been pointed to the chest of the person, "snort", the Liquan gun is extremely sharp, it is through the armor, and the person will be stabbed under the horse with a shot.

When the rest of the commander saw that his companions had all died, he was so angry that he waved a mace, shouted, and rushed forward on his horse, and the two horses crossed to the left, and struck with a wave of the club, and were very brave. Su Xinyan held the spear in his hand, eagerly, before he could turn the head of the spear, then his left hand reached out, and he pulled out the broken knife from Fanxiang's waist, and with a coquettish sound, he swung it out, and the faint blue knife flashed, drawing a cold blue arc, which crossed the neck of the thousand-year-old, just like a trace of water sliding through a leaf of lotus.

The commander sat upright on the horse, his body paused, but his head had slipped out of his neck and fell to the ground, and he shouted to himself: "What a fast knife!" The mace in his hand smashed downward, but he was completely powerless, Su Xinyan raised the gun in his right hand and gently opened the club. The man spurted blood from the broken neck and fell off his horse.

The soldiers saw that Su Xinyan's marksmanship was sharp, and there was no combination, so they beheaded four people in a row, all of them were frightened, so they had to wrap Su Xinyan in the encirclement, and they didn't dare to bully them for a while.

In the big camp, suddenly the horn sounded one after another, and the rumbling drum was even worse, and the soldiers and generals were originally surrounded by Su Xinyan, watching the fight and fighting in the circle formation, and saw that several fierce generals in their own army, under the encouragement of the attack horn, there was no hesitation, and they immediately rushed up.

As soon as the army moved, tumbling and rolling, it was like a tide, lined up in a phalanx of spears and shields, approaching step by step, looking around, the spears were like a forest, the scimitars were like grass, and the dense layers were like a jungle full of knives and guns.

Fanxiang lay on Su Xinyan's back, and he didn't wake up.

Su Xinyan held a knife in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, looking at the soldiers who were swarming in, his heart was desolate and joyful, as if he was talking to Fanxiang, and seemed to be talking to himself, and said softly: "Brother, today, we are going to die here, are you happy? Brother, I am very happy, because we died on the same day! Brother, but I want to cry again, as you said, I will go wherever you go...... Yes, when we came today, I was thinking, we kept walking, walking, going down, going to the ends of the earth, to the sunrise and sunset, to the mountains and flowers,...... How nice would it be to keep going?...... Alas......" The voice murmured, soft as the water of Sanqiu, some poignant, some sad.

She raised the back of her hand and gently wiped the corners of her eyes, looked up at the sky, and didn't know how many hours she had been fighting, the sun was already slanting in the west, and there was a touch of color around her, which was the color of blood red.