Liuhuo scolded a few words and couldn't scold, on the one hand, these two two-skinned faces were really slack enough, and the more they scolded, the more they laughed. In addition, Yang Fan's injuries are indeed not light, and his mouth full of blood foam keeps spitting out blood.

When the flowing fire cast the light healing technique, Zuo Panyu carefully looked at the results of the battle.

"My lord, let's hurry up. The healing technique can only simply stop the bleeding and relieve the injury, and if you want to recover, you still have to go back to Tiandu City..."

"Almost all of the two hundred soldiers were wounded, and sixty or seventy of them died, and they also need to go back to the city for treatment..."

"Let's go..."

Liuhuo simply helped Yang Fan deal with it, and got up and said to Suzaku.

"Organize the soldiers, take care of the minor wounded and the seriously injured, and find a place to gather the dead soldiers first, and then come back to the city to collect the burial..."

Before the Flame could finish speaking, the centurion suddenly stretched out his remaining left hand and pointed in the direction of the woods, shouting.

"Look, my lord, there's an ambush..."

The centurion was right, just when everyone thought they were out of danger, another group of men in black came out of the woods.

It's still the same bearskin coat, it's still the same cloak and mask, the only difference is that this group of people are all riding tall horses, and they are slowly approaching the Flowing Fire.

There were quite a few men in black, a small fifty. They slowly urged their horses forward, walking leisurely and neatly.

Calm, calm, and murderous.

This was all Zuo Panyu's feelings at that time.

The slower the people in black walked, the stronger the sense of depression brought to everyone.

The centurion couldn't sit still, urging his soldiers to regroup.

"Change the spears, form three columns of spears, the shield soldiers in front, the spears in the back..."

"His grandmother's, today our old and young masters are buried here..."

"Blood for blood... Lives for lives..."

The simple three-column spear formation quickly took shape, and the forty lightly wounded soldiers in the front row poked their shields into the ground, their shoulders pressed together, and arranged a long wall of shields.

Behind the shieldmen were two rows of spearmen, the sharp tips of their spears reflecting the cold light of the enemy in front of them.

The centurion knew the importance of morale, and he knew that the stronger the enemy, the more his morale could not be discharged.

"Blood for blood... Lives for lives," the centurion shouted over and over again.

All the soldiers, inspired by the centurion, forgot the cold, forgot the fear, and shouted feverishly over and over again.

"Blood for blood... Lives for lives..."

"Blood for blood... Lives for lives..."

At that moment, the murderous aura of the soldiers actually caused a trace of panic among the people in black, and the war horses under their crotches were the first to feel uneasy, and their neat steps instantly became chaotic.

A man in black was clearly the leader of the group, and he raised his hand to signal his men to stop advancing, while he carefully surveyed the small army formation in front of him.

The leader was very surprised in his heart, looking at the mortal soldiers in front of him, he couldn't figure out where their courage came from.

The leader sensed that something was wrong, he had already noticed something strange in the land in front of the formation, and under the investigation of his divine sense, he knew that there must be a lot of traps in front of the army.

The boss guessed correctly, it was an earth-based trap spell cast by Flowing Fire. Not only is the flowing fire casting spells, but even the Suzaku is not idle, and the bloodthirsty and berserk spells are busy blessing the soldiers.

"Looks like this bone is really hard to gnaw?" thought to himself.

After thinking for a while, the leader raised his right hand above his head, and with a slight twist of his middle finger and thumb, he snapped his fingers.

Before the snapping of his fingers fell, the woods behind him moved. After a while, one after another war horses walked out of the woods, and one after another men in black rode forward.

Countless black-clothed men quickly gathered behind the leader, and a huge cavalry assault formation had formed.

The fire looked up to the sky and sighed.

"It's all over! It's all over!"

"In order to kill me, you actually set up three ambushes in a row..."

At this time, the flowing fire was no longer angry, and he turned around to look at Yang Fan and Zuo Panyu lying on the ground.

"I've disappointed you both, I'm afraid I won't be able to realize your dreams..."

Zuo Panyu said to Liuhuo with a smile.

"Don't say it, my lord, our choice of this road is a road of no return, my lord didn't dislike us, and actually accompanied us through this section, although it was very short, but it was worth it..."

Flowing Fire smiled, looked back at Suzaku and said.

"It's all said, I won't let you come, you want to come..."

Suzaku said angrily staring at the flowing fire.

"I'm willing, I want you to take care of it..."

Flowing Fire waved his hand at her, blocking her words.

"I'll cover you later, and you rush north. I know your strength, you can escape..."

"From now on, you can leave the Creation Gate. Find a quiet place to retreat, don't think about anything, don't care about anything..."

Flowing Fire didn't wait for Suzaku to speak, but suddenly turned around and walked towards the front of the formation.

As he walked, he whispered while flowing fire.

"Blood for blood... Lives for lives... That's a lot of power..."

"No tears, no tears... Don't drop your chain later, behave well..."

After speaking, Liuhuo suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were shining. The flowing fire also seemed to feel the murderous aura of the master, and quickly changed into a liquid situation, wandering around the flowing fire's body, and a large amount of vitality had already diffused before the flowing fire could be mobilized.

At this time, Liuhuo was already standing in front of the two armies, behind him were more than a hundred Chu soldiers in formation, and three or four hundred black-clothed cavalry had gathered in front of him.

The black-clothed leader saw the flowing fire in front of him and sighed in his heart.

"Sure enough, it's a character, it's really a hero, no wonder the young master put so much effort into dealing with you..."

"It's a pity, it's a pity..."

The leader didn't sigh for too long, and with a flick of his right hand, countless cavalry jumped forward, rushing straight into the flames in front of the formation.

One, two, countless horses.

The speed of the horse is getting faster and faster, and the black cavalry tide is about to drown the flowing fire, and immediately the light in the knight's hand is shining one after another, and the brilliance of the magic weapon is rushing towards the flowing fire.

When everyone behind the flowing fire closed their eyes and couldn't bear to watch, the flowing fire suddenly opened his arms and raised his head to the sky and roared, and the dark blue light covered the four fields.

A huge wall of ice rose into the sky, cutting off all cavalry in their path.

The ice wall was two stories high, and sharp ice spikes covered the walls.

Countless cavalry couldn't dodge and slammed into the ice wall, and the men and horses were strung into blood gourds by countless ice spikes.

People shouted and neighed, and the battlefield was chaotic.

The cavalry who rushed in front crashed to death on the ice wall, and the cavalry in the follow-up hurriedly tightened their reins and stopped their steps.

At that moment, everyone was stunned by this huge wall of flesh and blood.

The cavalry leader obviously did not expect that the counterattack of the flowing fire would be so violent and so crazy.

"Oh my God... How much energy does it take for such an ice wall..."

"Converted to the Ice Ring Technique, it can't be hundreds of times..."

"Converted to ice pick, it can't be tens of thousands of rounds..."

The leader was anxious, and his mouth roared.

"Everyone's set fire to a little bit and smash this turtle shell..."

After saying that, a fireball slammed into the ice wall and slammed into it, causing a puff of white smoke.

The spell of the boss marked the target for everyone, and countless magic weapons went straight to that point.

No matter how thick the ice wall is, it can't help hundreds of awakened people to cast spells together.

Cracks after cracks formed and gradually extended on the ice wall, and the ice wall was about to break.

At this time, the flowing fire was already exhausted, and the release of the Ice Ring Technique just now had consumed too much of his vitality, and this forced use of the Ice Wall Technique had already squeezed out his last bit of vitality reserves.

The fierce backlash came as scheduled.

When the ice wall broke and scattered to the ground, the flowing fire stood quietly in front of the formation, and there was no way to fight back.

The leader did not want to give up the opportunity, and under his orders, a new charge began, and this time the fire was probably doomed.

Just when everyone was already desperate, suddenly a low horn sound came from afar.

The voice came from the south, faintly at first, but soon it was close at hand.

Everyone was attracted by the mutation and looked south.

"It's cavalry, hordes of cavalry..."

The centurion, the most experienced, was the first to shout.

When he finished shouting, everyone could see clearly that there was not only the sound of trumpets in the distance, but also the dense sound of horses' hooves.

Countless horses' hooves trampled on the ground, forming a muffled thunder sound.

The voice grew clearer, and the tremor of the earth became more and more pronounced.

"I saw the horse's head, I saw the knight..."

"Look at the flag... It's a snowy mountain..."

"The cavalry in the white cloak, the banner of the Great Snow Mountain?"

"It's Blizzard... It's a Blizzard guard..."

The leader of the men in black obviously didn't expect the Blizzard internal guard to appear here, and he felt shouting.

"Charge... Kill the Flowing Fire... It's still too late..."

"Charge..."

The man in black who reacted urged the horse to rush towards the Driftfire, trying to kill the Driftfire before the Blizzard guards could rush to it.

But it was too late, and just as they were about to charge, the sun suddenly dimmed after a muffled bowstring, and a dark cloud of feathered arrows quickly rushed towards them.

The speed was too fast, and the feathered arrows released by the awakened were blessed by the vitality and smashed into the man in black like a lightning meteor.

A rain of arrows, a piece of flesh.

The rainstorm of feathered arrows formed a barrier of death in the face of the flowing fire. Horse corpses and human corpses lay on the ground, covered with a dense layer of bows and arrows.

The white tail feathers joined together to form the white cloak of the Grim Reaper, which spread over the earth.

The Blizzard guards rushed faster and faster, and after the bow and arrow were fired, the vanguard had already crossed the stream and pounced on the man in black.

Blizzard's internal guard is not the elite in the snowy mountains, with a silver-white breastplate, a snow-white cape, and a hideous eagle-headed visor on his face.

When the snow-white cavalry tide pierced into the black-clothed military formation, the victory or defeat was already known.

The arrogant Blizzard guards didn't even bother to draw their weapons, and crashed into the enemy with their high-speed galloping horses and superb horsemanship.

Thousands of cavalry roared and drowned the black-clothed cavalry, and when the crowd receded, there was not a single intact corpse left on the position, only a ground of minced flesh.

Under the blow of the storm guard, the black-clad cavalry quickly collapsed, and only a few dozen clever and fast horses scattered and fled in all directions, disappearing into the wilderness.

When Flowing Fire was a little relieved, a white horse knight came to him, pushed off the mask on his face, stared at Flowing Fire with a smile, and said very stinkyly.

"Look if I'm cool..."

The person who came was the eldest son of the Hou family, Hou Wen.