Commander Nangong Yi rode a high-headed horse, and in the midst of the guards, he looked up at the eagle of the Beigong servant army moving forward on the marching road, standing tall, hunting in the wind, and the night sky above the big cloud, blowing the cool night breeze blowing from the Kunlun Mountain in the south, the air was cool, and it was very pleasant to sweep away the heat during the day.

In the desert, the undulating sand dunes, should be with the western sky bending the shadow of the clouds before the first quarter of the moon, in the dark light of the night, it seems quiet and elegant, the dark black sand dunes are reflected in the blue sky, soft, quiet, with a kind of demure beauty, very lonely.

Between the night air, the indigo mist spread out in the sea of sand, faintly, fusing the heaven and earth into a dark and blue whole, and the distant horizon has long been hidden into darkness.

At this time, the dim lower quarter moon in the wide and spacious night sky, like a half-eaten naan, suspended in the mist, vaguely reflected the undulating edge of the desert in the distance, the mist is blue, flowing slowly on the surface of the desert, blown by the cool breeze, like a rolling dark blue silk.

It's black, it's really black, it's chilling.

There were very few stars in the early morning, and the last quarter moon was attached to the canopy, sometimes obscured by the rising mist.

The dark sky, the dark earth, as if this is the whole of the world, and where the light, where the hope, is just a small semicircular arc, dim and blurred, a small piece of light in the world, reaching out and grabbing it, tempting you, seducing you to step away, as if not rising in the sky, but grasping in your hand.

The distant desert of sand, also under this blue iron curtain, with the fog and the dark moon deep and shallow changes in color, dark blue, dark blue, faintly indigo, and finally, turned into a dark lump of black. The surface of the nearby sand dunes is not smooth, but from top to bottom, there are sand patterns like water ripples, thin, curved, and arranged in parallel, like a static and soft poisonous snake, which looks vague, beautiful and soft, but seems to hide infinite murderous intentions, with a shadow of death, like a ghost.

Before the 50,000 troops knew it, they had traveled thirty or forty miles, and gradually stepped onto the ground of a semi-desert and half-meadow.

The former army reported that the west gate city wall of the exquisite ancient city could be seen, but there were no lights on the city wall, no people walking, and no fluttering flags, so it was like a city where no one died.

At this moment, I saw a team of about 1,000 elite horses surrounded by a red Tang sword Daxu, killing from the east, going back and forth for two rounds, and then being defeated by the front army. Some of the elite soldiers did not have the same horsepower, and after falling behind, they still fought to the death, and they were all surrounded by the forward soldiers and killed by random swords.

Nangong Yijian saw that most of the people killed were old men in their fifties, or teenagers of fifteen or sixteen, so he pointed the horsewhip forward in his hand and laughed: "The elite bandit gang is now old, weak, sick and disabled, and there are no elite soldiers, everyone works hard to catch up, and the one who grabs this big money will be rewarded!"

Most of the Nangong troops were Dawan good horses from Daxizhou, with long-lasting galloping speed and endurance, and the troops were shouting and whistling, waving big swords and spears, and rushing away. After chasing four or five miles, the elite team was even more scattered, and the three armies moved together, tumbling and rolling, pressing forward, only to see that under the night, the red Tang knife Daxu stopped on a large sand dune covered with bushes in the southwest, and in the dark light of the night, it flew in the wind, and the hunting sounded.

The army rushed through the semi-desert area, Nangong Yi was surrounded by all the troops, climbed a sand dune, looked back to the south, and saw a large sand dune in the southwest, a military horse, in the dark, like a black shadow standing in the sand dunes, about 1,000 or hundreds of people, neatly and solemnly, the military appearance was neat, neatly lined up in a phalanx, silent.

Under the red Tang knife, in the light of several torches, there was one person in the lead, with a crotch and a mole horse, a helmet and armor, a long black cloak, and a blue flame broken knife, exactly

Fan Kun said that the rumored Doutian hero Fanxiang.

Nangong Yi felt a slight strangeness in his heart, and when he turned back to look for Fan Kun and the others, they were nowhere to be seen, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, knowing that he had been ambushed. But he looked back at the army behind him, the torches stretched, the white flags were like clouds, the swords and guns were like forests, and the rumbling marching drums were extremely majestic. Unable to help but feel arrogant in his heart, he took the Painted Dragon Celestial Halberd from the hands of the attendant guards, clenched it in his hand, and shouted to the army: "The rear army is arrayed and ready to fight; ”

The soldiers sent the order down, only to see the flags rolling, the horns sounding in unison, the drums shaking the sky, the 50,000 soldiers in good order, tumbling and rolling, the first people were not impatient, the followers were not in a hurry, and the military appearance was very strict. The army did not pay attention to the small army of more than 1,000 people in front of them, and continued to attack slowly towards the Exquisite West Gate, and the three armies were arrogant in their hearts.

Fan Xiang rode the earth mole god horse, holding a broken knife, standing on the top of the sand dune, by the torch fireworks in the hands of the enemy's three armies, he saw that under the hills, among the meadows, the army was surging, and a white bald eagle was in the enemy formation, waving in the wind.

Jian Xi led a team of 1,000 women to ride war horses, holding iron crossbows, full of bows and winding; 700 wall-breaking soldiers wore armor and held Mo knives tightly; 28 warriors wore heavy armor and crossed horses and carried knives, neatly lined up behind Fan Xiang, silent, only listening to the sound of hunting in the wind blowing the flag.

The night was faint, and everyone looked under the mound, only to see that under the eagle Daxu, a general, a majestic green dragon horse in the crotch, embroidered robes and gold armor, cloak rolled, holding a black iron painted dragon halberd, under the support of the army, the command is determined.

The enemy camp in Beigong has a clear banner, guns and knives, drums and horns are ringing in unison, strict and mighty, tumbling and rolling, like the waves of the sea.

Xin Ziqi looked at the enemy's momentum and couldn't help but admire: "Such soldiers and horses, isn't it majestic!"

There was horror in everyone's hearts.

Fan Xiang heard this, looked back at everyone, was silent, turned his head to look at the Beigong servant army Daxu, only to see that in the formation of ten thousand troops, under the Daxu, in the firelight as bright as day, one person immediately held a halberd, tall and tall, embroidered robes and gold armor, scolding Fang Xuan, if there was no one around, it was known that this general must be the commander of the enemy army Nangong Yi.

Fan Xiang held the broken knife in his hand, gently pulled a knife flower, the blue flame shimmered, looked back at everyone, and said solemnly to the soldiers: "You wait here for a while, don't act rashly, I'll come when I go." ”

After speaking, without waiting for everyone to answer, he was already working hard under his crotch to urge the earth mole god horse. At this time, carrying Fanxiang, stepping on the flying clouds, rolling up a wild sand, a wind like a wind rushed down the sand dunes, and rushed straight into the enemy formation.

Fan Xiang held a broken knife in his hand, his phoenix eyes were wide, his sword eyebrows were upside down, and a blood mark on his forehead was like fire, looming, and he stepped over the earth mole god horse and rushed straight into the enemy formation. Galloping away, as fast as lightning, clash in an army of 50,000, like entering a no-man's land. The blue flame broke the knife and slashed left and right, and the military formation behind the Beigong servant army hall was like a wave cracking, and they all dodged a way, and Fan Xiang rushed to Nangong Yi, the commander of the three armies among the guards.

Nangong Yi is the fierce general of the Beigong servant army, since the beginning of the army, there has been no defeat, on the way to the west, invincible all the way, very brave, and good at throwing halberds, can throw halberds into the air several zhang high, and can catch them with their hands, foolproof.

At this time, Nangong Yi was looking at the enemy troops above the sand dunes under Daxu, and saw Fan Xiang rushing with a broken knife in his hand, and the troops in front of him were like pouring wheat waves.

Nangong Yi wanted to wait to inquire about the comer, under the faint light of the torch, but when he saw the person coming under the crotch, he rushed to come, extremely fast, and in an instant, he was in front of him, and he wanted to stand up for the halberd in a hurry, but he was already caught off guard, and when the two horses intersected, his hand was raised

The knife fell and slashed under the horse.

Fan Xiang didn't say a word, jumped off the saddle, slashed indiscriminately, cut down more than a dozen enemy soldiers, forced back Nangong billion or so guards, and went up with an arrow, cut off the head of Nangong with a knife, and cut down Daxu with a knife, and when Daxu fell, he took the flag of Daxu, wrapped the head, and hung it on the saddle.

The blood mark on his forehead was like fire, faintly red flickering, he raised his head and let out a long roar, gathering all the yuan power accumulated in the dantian in the past few days, and pulled a knife flower in the void of the broken knife in his hand, and then threw the broken knife into the air, and he wanted to urge the mirror image magic to perform the ninth type of the magnetic wind-breaking knife method "sweeping thousands of armies like a sweep", to turn the hand breaking knife into tens of millions of fragments in mid-air, and attack the ground army from the air, but although the Xuanbing Flame Knife is a divine product, it has been broken after all, and the divinity is not one in ten, and it cannot be turned into fragments to break the enemy army.

Fan Xiang saw that the broken knife could not be turned into tens of millions of fragments in the air, so he jumped up, took the broken knife in mid-air, jumped back to the ground, grabbed the knife in his left hand, leaned over calmly, picked up the painted dragon Qingtian halberd used by Nangong Yi on the ground, jumped on the earth mole god horse in one step, waved the heavenly halberd, slashed and killed, swept away the enemy troops in front of him, fought his way out of the encirclement, and went straight to the sand dunes.

The enemy saw that the Chinese army was in a large array by a young general wearing green clothes and black armor, a single sword, rushed into the formation, as if entering a no-man's land, cut the big sword in the middle of the army, cut the head of the commander, such as probing for things, the army was very depressed, and in a burst of earth-shattering shouts, the three armies couldn't help but be stunned.

For a while, the rumbling drums stopped, thousands of armies hung their flags, in the darkness, the firelight was reflected, and the soldiers of the three armies of the Beigong servant army were so quiet that they could only hear their own heartbeats, and they watched Fan Xiang mention the head of the commander, holding the dragon and the heavenly halberd, and stepped over the divine horse, like flying away.

Fan Xiang returned to the front of the clan army, threw away the Beigong servant army Daxu casually, and held the head of Nangong Yi high.

"General, mighty!" the elite team cheered in unison, and the sound shook the sky.

"Brothers and sisters, we have no choice but to win. Put your hatred and your survival on the weapons in your hands, fight for yourself, for the world, for every innocent life, until you defeat the enemy, your freedom will be valuable, and you will have the right to live. ”

Fan Xiang waved the dragon Qingtian halberd in his hand to the east, pointed high, and said loudly: "The front is the homeland, let us stain the battlefield with blood, and use blood and fighting spirit to protect this homeland and never betray." In this darkest hour, the enemy seems to be so powerful that it cannot be beaten, then use our courage, dare to show the sword, destroy their arrogance, and gain honor. ”

Fan Xiang looked at everyone, waved the halberd in his hand, word by word, and said loudly: "There is no choice but to win!"

"There is no choice but to win!"

"There is no choice but to win!"

"There is no choice but to win!"

The blood of all the soldiers of the team was boiling, shouting in unison, and the war knives were clenched in their hands, as hot as blood.

Chun Yu Tiying followed closely behind Fan Xiang, and waved the red Tang Sword battle flag in his hand forward, the flag rolled up, and the hunting sounded. Aisha took out the yak horn and whined.

In the poignant sound of the trumpet, Fan Xiang held the painted dragon and the heavenly halberd, urged the crotch of the horse, led the team on the sand dune, the whole army marched noisily, thousands of horses were divided, enveloping thousands of people, approaching the front of the enemy army, arrows were like flying locusts, gunpowder was sensational, and the halberd passed everywhere, no one could stop it, and the enemy army was surrounded and forward.

In the dark night, without distinguishing between the west and the east, the leader has been lost, and the army is depressed, the 50,000 troops of the Beigong are panicked for a while, and there is no control, and the sergeants and soldiers in the formation have gathered into a group, like a flock of sheep, to be slaughtered.

The Devil Army was dozens of times more than the Fanxiang Clan, but the morale of the army was scattered, and they were forced into the depths of the meadow by gunpowder arrows and oil artillery.