Just like Gongsun Yang said, since Yunhe toasted and didn't eat his kindness, don't blame him for not remembering the old feelings.

Gongsun Yang shot without a trace of reservation, the big knife that exuded a light red fluorescence fell suddenly, his body was bullied, and he slashed eight knives in a row, eight for the whole two, only far away from the nine-style Great Perfection, it can be seen that the weight of Yunhe in the eyes of Gongsun Yang, at least, can let him personally serve with the knife he raised, the entire Han world, there are not many people who are honored by this.

Only eight knives, one knife is stronger than one knife, one knife is more powerful than one knife, the power is rising in a straight line, after eight knives, but I saw a figure like an offline kite, flying upside down, crashing into the crowd, causing a commotion, it was Yunhe.

Gongsun Yang's face was indifferent, his pace was swift, and he burst out, and the nameless big knife in his hand slashed down, it seemed that he was preparing to finish off the cloud crane with one sword.

The halberd in Yunhe's hand was shocked and flew out, his body fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood stood out, and the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger, but at this moment, his eyes were dark, Gongsun Yang's body was approaching, and Yunhe, who had learned Gongsun Yang's violent knife technique, changed his face drastically, and just wanted to dodge, how could Gongsun Yang, who had murderous intentions, let him slip away under his nose, and the big knife in his hand slashed down, and before he could reach his body, a cold knife qi fell suddenly.

Yun He forcibly endured the severe pain on his body, turned over suddenly, and dodged in the moment when the sharp sword light was about to fall, a muffled sound of heavy bombardment, accompanied by a few screams, Yun He turned his head to look, but saw the location before, potholes, and several unlucky figures let out a scream, dead or disabled, extremely miserable.

Just when Yunhe's scalp was numb, another knife qi approached, and one blow missed, and Gongsun Yang killed again, this time, it was even more ruthless, slashing several times in a row, sealing all Yunhe's retreats.

Gongsun Yang's face was gloomy, and the big knife in his hand was held by him, but the burly knife slave seemed to have lost his spirituality, and the whole person was numb like a dead wood, looking extremely weird.

"I'll see how you can escape."

The art of raising a knife is not only to nourish a terrible war knife, but also equipped with top knife techniques, all inherited from the knife mound, the knife mound for hundreds of years, every hundred or decades there will be a number of peak swordsmen, hundreds of years of accumulation, for the refinement and enrichment of the knife technique, it can definitely be called a treasure trove, since Gongsun Yang has obtained the inheritance of the knife mound, the knife technique is also overwhelming in the world, the big knife is waved and slashed, the dark red fluorescent flash, turned into a cold net, and swore to kill the crane.

"Protect the Captain." The soldiers of the Huya battalion shouted angrily, seeing that Yunhe was in danger, and suddenly his eyes were about to split, if the owner of the ancient battalion would die, not only the guards would be executed, but the soldiers under the control would also be punished, so the soldiers of the Huya battalion, who took the lead in climbing the city tower with Yunhe, shook away the enemy army again and again, trying to rescue Yunhe.

How could an ordinary soldier be the opponent of Gongsun Yang, with a single sword, several heads rolling to the ground, the means are ruthless, and the killing machine is terrifying.

The morale of the defenders in the city was greatly boosted, Gongsun Yang was so brave, it was a big encouragement to the defenders of the city, and in a corner, Mr. Hu, who looked indifferent, looked at Gongsun Yang deeply, and his thoughts flowed, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

No one can stop Gongsun Yang at all, he is like a killing god, the slender blade of the blade is in his hand, making him like a tiger, there seems to be a steady stream of energy pouring into his body, it is a feeling that can only be understood but cannot be spoken, just like his personal customization, natural, domineering.

"Give me death." With the big knife in his hand, a wisp of bewitching red scorching rose to Gongsun Yang's eyes, and the tyrannical aura on his body became more and more intense.

Yunhe's body flew upside down again, his back smashed against the city wall, half of his body was exposed, and he almost fell down the city wall dozens of meters high, which was extremely dangerous.

Gongsun Yang relied on the big knife, no one could stop it, and there seemed to be only the figure of Yunhe in his eyes, and the big knife was wielded, and it was unstoppable.

"Since you toast and don't eat and want to drink the penalty wine, then enjoy this moment." Gongsun Yang's face was cold, his eyes were like two wisps of demon red flames, and a knife left a narrow opening on Yunhe's body, like a joke, he didn't look like he was doing his best at all.

"Hiss~" Yunhe was in pain, several hideous cuts on his body, blood flowed, even if he had armor, it was still like a thin piece of paper, and it was easily cut by the big knife in Gongsun Yang's hand, and the sharpness of the big knife was staggering.

"Die." The neat horn of the city sounded in his ears, and Gongsun Yang's face changed slightly, and he didn't want to play this set of cat-and-mouse farce anymore, so he slashed down with a big knife, wanting to solve Yunhe with one knife.

Yunhe was covered in blood, unusually embarrassed, his forehead was cold, and he closed his eyes a little weakly, the gap between the two made him unable to block the attack of Gongsun Yang at all, in particular, Gongsun Yang, who had cultivated the method of raising knives, the domineering big knife, the knife slave behind him, and the extremely strange knife technique, all of which were not at all what he, a young junior general who could be among the first-class generals, could bear.

"Is it going to be over? It's really unwilling. Yunhe was powerless to resist, covered in blood, his armor was torn, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Gongsun Yang does not have a trace of the arrogance of the winner, nor a trace of contempt, the big knife has not been stagnant falling, cutting through the sky, the next second maybe Yunhe's head will roll to the ground, Yunhe is still a little insignificant to him, even if he kills Yunhe, it is not a great thing for him, the reason why he faces Yunhe squarely, is more to appreciate his ability to lead the troops, Yunhe's martial arts, undoubtedly can not enter his eyes.

This knife, Gongsun Yang is unusually serious, this is his habit, every time he kills an opponent worthy of respect, his face is unusually solemn, in his heart, Yunhe is not a nobody, he can force him to deal with the knife he raises, at least, he should feel honored.

The dark red knife, bewitching and domineering, slashed towards Yunhe, this knife, dare not say that it has the power to open stones and break gold, but it is enough to split Yunhe and his armor into two sections, this is his self-confidence, this knife, it took him almost ten years of energy, during this period, too much has been invested, its sharpness, rare in the world.

The imaginary pain did not come, Yunhe only felt a buzz in his ears, the muffled sound of metal colliding, and the death he thought did not come.

Yunhe is not a fool, nor is he an unlucky person who is willing to fall like this, his reaction is very fast, although he is surprised in his heart, but he does not have a trace of mud and water, endures the discomfort in his body, and does not care about half of his body hanging in the air on the battlements, his hands turned into fists, and he suddenly hit seven or eight times, although he suffered a lot of injuries, he was still strong and powerful.

Gongsun Yang's face was extremely ugly, and he easily defused Yun He's attack, but he could only watch Yun He leave a small life under his nose.

Gongsun Yang only glanced at Yunhe, but his gaze fell below, and when he looked up, a slender figure aimed at him, and there were no arrows on the bow, obviously having been shot.

Coincidentally, there was a cold long arrow scattered at the foot of the Gongsun Yang, Ling Yu trembled slightly, and beside him, the face of the Gongsun Yang holding a knife in one hand was gloomy as water.

"The dignified general Zhengdong actually went into battle naked, but he was not afraid of some accidents." Gongsun Yang said coldly.

On the side of the city wall, he put down the longbow without arrows, but saw Yuan Shang indifferently responding: "Yunhe is a fierce general of our army, and he has not fully exerted his strengths, so it would be a pity if he died in your hands." ”

"Since you're here, let's come up." Gongsun Yang no longer looked at Yunhe, regarded it as air, his gaze was fixed on Yuan Shang, and with a wave of his hand, he retreated from the vigilant Youzhou army with a bow, quite a bit of the owner's mentality of opening the door to welcome guests.

"My lord." When Ju Yi, Yan Liangwen, Zhu Lingjin, and other generals heard this, their palms tightened, and they all grabbed the weapons in their hands.

"It doesn't matter." Yuan Shang shook his head and signaled that the generals did not need to worry, as the chief general of the first army, his safety was the top priority, and he naturally knew the worries in the hearts of the generals such as Ju Yiwen and Zhu Ling.

The black spear that had not drunk blood for a long time was carried over, and was grabbed by Yuan Shang in his hand, and the strange feeling of flesh and blood suddenly surged into his heart, and a monstrous battle intent suddenly rose in Yuan Shang's heart, at this moment, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he did not have the weak appearance of the beautiful son on weekdays, only by holding the spear in his hand tightly, his temperament would produce this illusion of sudden subversion.

"Fight." Yuan Shang's heart was full of fighting spirit, his handsome robe faded, and under the gaze of nearly 100,000 pairs of eyes, he walked like a mountain and slowly walked towards Gongsun Yang.