Here, Geng Xinming was forced to panic by the fierce and fierce Dadalie who had just been defeated, and when this person was full of ferocity, it was really unbearable. Nie Cheng watched and sent Huang Lianglu out beside him. Geng Xinming and Huang Lianglu are full of righteousness, and the other is full of anger, both of them have always been the best partners on the battlefield.

Sure enough, Huang Lianglu's route has always been tricky and vicious, he has never treated the enemy as a person, where is weak, you want to hide there, I will attack there, Jiatu's offensive was quickly disintegrated, there was no sign of repulsion of Angelus, and both sides were in a state of stalemate.

Feng Li watched Huang Lianglu's attack on the city wall, and he was very touched. In his heart, he always felt that there was something wrong with Nie Cheng's attack, at least it didn't fit his own thinking. When he saw Huang Lianglu, he suddenly became enlightened, and that's it, attack with all his might. Like a wolf, the attack should go straight to the opponent's throat and collarbone, directly causing the opponent to fall to the ground without any combat effectiveness. Nie Cheng's attack is too clear, just like two friends fighting, and before starting, I have to say politely, I'm going to start, pay attention, where is this battle!

The battle should take advantage of the opponent's defenselessness, knock the opponent to the ground with one punch, and try all the ways and means, despicable, shameless, wise, positive, and the most important result is that the opponent must fall to the ground, and he can stand on the opponent's body and move forward.

This kind of thinking is that on the battlefield, no matter what tricks the other party makes, we have to hold on, and we all have to let ourselves survive, so at this time, don't let us say anything about moral and social standards. This is what Fengli has always told Qin Xing and them about survival, she has always felt that the survival rules of animals are more suitable for the Heavenly Dao, and this method is also more able to survive on the battlefield.

Dadalie's bravery encountered the blockage like a poisonous snake on Huang Lianglu, it was really like a tiger being bitten by a snake, and he had the feeling that he was about to be poisoned to death.

At this time, Dadalie was like punching cotton, and he was tired. Such an irritable heart made him even more annoyed. The gatu knife in his hand increased unconsciously, as if it was about to split the sea that was blocking his face. But Huang Lianglu is like a knife hidden and smashed in the dark, thin and sharp, murderous but thin nowhere to be found. The mountain-splitting force that fell into the sea did nothing, but only made the waves splash higher.

It doesn't matter, there's Zhuoga. Zhuo Jia carried a spear and looked at Huang Lianglu with eyes as calm as night. Just like a kind and kind old man looking at a naughty child, what the child is doing, it seems that as long as the elders frown, the child can only obediently return to him, bow his head and listen to the training. So at this moment, Huang Lianglu's trickery is like a lantern in the night, and it is so clear in Zhuo Jia's eyes.

Huang Lianglu can fully feel Dadalie's mood against himself at this time, but as a veteran, his mentality is absolutely good. Knowing that his attack is ineffective, he will not give up, wandering to find opportunities in battle. Huang Lianglu confronted Zhuo Jia without impatience, but the opponent's force was incomprehensible and as stable as Mount Tai, and he didn't find the slightest chance.

Feng Li looked at the city wall and smiled, which is interesting to the people of Gatu. She turned to ask Nie Cheng for battle, and Nie Cheng thought about it and agreed to his request.

Under Luo San's gaze, Feng Li came to the front of the battlefield. On the city wall, I can see it very clearly, just like I am in Qingfeng Valley and Wolf's Head Slope, on the battlefield, life and death are indisputable, life and death are indispensable. You will die if you win, and you will die if you lose. At the moment of their encounter, someone fell. Maybe it's an enemy, maybe it's your brother. Then the only thing that can be changed is that it is strong, unbeatably strong, so that you can protect the people you want to protect to the greatest extent.

Of course, the best thing to do is to have no war. There is no confrontation without war, and there is no bloodshed without confrontation.

Fengli was angry at the conclusion she had just reached, angry at her own incompetence, angry at her own helplessness, angry at the conclusion she had reached, she needed to vent her anger, of course, the best way to vent it was the blood of the enemy.

Feng Li patted the standing horse, and the war horse neighed and joined the battle group. Fengli is still a knife with a knife, and the blade of the knife is half longer than Miya's, but such a knife is particularly insufficient when it comes to guns. However, the knife was thick and heavy, and the wind was already extremely fast, and Zhuo Jia had to change direction several times when he slapped the head of the gun. Huang Lianglu laughed when he saw this situation.

Marshal Nie Cheng has always said that Feng Li is the next guardian of Angola Ruz City, and everyone is under the pressure of Nie Cheng, although there is no dissatisfaction, there are doubts. This kid is young, and he looks good, and his combat effectiveness is in the eyes of his group of big men who are five big and three thick, and that is the material for playing with a spear.

Today, in addition to Zha Han, Zhuo Jia is silent and has excellent martial arts. But as soon as this kid came up, Zhuo Jia had to go all out, which was really impressive. In this way, as a marshal, he is absolutely qualified for martial arts like a kid, after all, a marshal is not a general, and he must rank first in martial arts.

Huang Lianglu stepped back satisfied, smiled with satisfaction, and went behind Zha Han again. Feng Li looked at him out of the corner of his eye and said something to the people below, and then everyone scattered around and disappeared into the crowd of opponents.

Zhuo Jia saw that the young man in front of him was distracted, and the spear was sent until the wind left his throat. This is not a despicable issue, you are distracted on the battlefield, you are stupid, and it is only natural that I will seize the opportunity to send you to the West. This young man looks handsome and unmatched, his body is slender, but his strength is not small, the most important thing is that his knife skills are too fast, which makes himself feel powerless, so if he doesn't seize this opportunity, then he is a fool.

The undead legion on the city wall who saw this scene exclaimed in surprise, Luo San and the others clenched their fists, and Wen Mu frowned. It's too far away to be saved!

The swift and sharp sound of the wind caused Feng Li's body to deflect instinctively, dodging the fatal shot. Seeing that the gun was getting old, she raised the knife, slashed along the blade, and lost no time in grabbing the front of the gun with her left hand, and pulled it forcefully.

The knife that came in the blink of an eye, and then with the pulling force from the body of the gun, made Zhuojia, who had always been steady, lean over. Seeing that he couldn't dodge the Gatu knife coming from the pavement, he let go of his hand, and his lower waist turned quickly, avoiding the advance of the wind. Then he took advantage of the momentum, leaned forward and grabbed the barrel of the spear, twisting it vigorously, trying to drag the spear back from Feng Li's hand. After all, weapons are lives on the battlefield. Although sometimes you have to let go, but there is such a strong enemy in front of you, so letting go is not equivalent to giving your life to the other party.

Seeing this, Fengli also followed the turn, and the scene returned to the original point. And Fengli unexpectedly let go of the gun in his hand, and took advantage of Zhuojia's approaching opportunity to slash at Zhuojia's neck. Zhuo Jia didn't expect Feng Li to let go, and leaned back, taking advantage of this to dodge a knife in the neck.

But then a sharp pain came, but Feng Li saw that his raised hand was too forward because of the battle for the spear, and slashed at his wrist.

In response, there were dusty spears, and a whole wrist that was a little bit of blood in front of the wrist. Droka endured the pain and grabbed the reins with his left hand to make the horse turn its head and withdraw. He was still standing with an advantage one second, and his wrist was broken the next second, and the scene changed too quickly. And the enemy didn't even look at his own loot, and the long knife pointed only at himself.

This kind of look is not the kind of passionate fighting spirit, not the kind of confident indifference, but a kind of indifferent calm that completely sees through life and death. There is no body and no self, the outside of the body is empty, there is only the front of the heart, and I will not give up until I achieve my goal. Such a person cannot be defeated by himself, only retreat.

Fengli smiled when he saw the retreat, slapped the horse to catch up with Zhuojia's horse's tail, and slashed the horse's leg backwards. At this time, no one paid attention to how beautiful Fengli's smile was, and in the mournful cry of the war horse, Zhuojia and the horse both fell to the ground. The wind turned over and dismounted neatly, and stabbed Zhuo Jia. Zhuo Jia wanted to grab something to resist, but the pain in his heart made him understand what he had lost, and he was ruthless when he thought of it, and raised his hand that had broken his wrist to meet the knife.

Fengli looked at the hand that was flesh and blood, and there were broken bones at the white bones to greet him, the knife went down, but it went down the arm to Zhuojia's armpit, and the knife that pierced the bone marrow made Zhuojia vomit a mouthful of blood on the spot. The pain almost made him unable to move, but the will to survive made him kick his legs and retreat.

And at this time, the arrows came whistling. The duel between Fengli and Zhuojia seems to be a long time, but it is actually just a blink of an eye. From Feng Li's dodging Zhuojia's attack to chasing after him with a broken wrist, it was a matter of breathing, so when the archer of Gatu saw Zhuojia's situation and rescued, it was like this.

This archer, his archery skills are really superb, he has calculated all the possibilities of Fengli's attack, so no matter how Fengli pursues Zhuojia, he will be seriously injured.

I had no choice but to take a step back, dodge the fatal arrow, and looked at Zhuo Jia, who was staggering back, and secretly hurt himself. Suddenly, he saw the spear dropped by Zhuojia on the ground, picked it up with one kick, looked at it, and shot it at Zhuojia's back. The Gatu over there had already noticed them because of the fierce fighting on this side, and exclaimed in surprise when he saw such a situation. Zoga heard the sound and had to move his body to the side, but the distance was too limited because of the severe injury and pain. The gun that should have pierced the chest was now piercing the shoulder. With a broken wrist and a shoulder, such a serious injury made Zhuo Jia let out a wolf-like roar, which was painful to hear.

The wind over there was unsuccessful, and the arrows stopped in the blink of an eye. Dodged on his side, and the archer seemed to be angry that Feng Li could still hurt people when dealing with him, one arrow faster than another. And Feng Li also officially felt that kind of fast arrows with nowhere to hide, the arrows are in the direction where you must go, and the strength is fierce and fierce. Feng Li dodged step by step, watching Zhuo Jia staggering forward, and his eyes suddenly lit up as he watched the arrow come again.