At this time in the twenty-fourth verse, a night wind blew, and the human head shook again on the city tower. At this time, the fire was bright, and the hair on it could be seen fluffy. It's a mess. It's even more bleak. If Zhao Fei really has a spirit, he will definitely not be able to stand it. Although he and Wu Ming have always been on good terms, after his death, he has subordinates who are willing to die for his head. Wu Ming was a little envious.

"Kill them, and tie their heads to the towers. It must be very interesting. "Sendagan gave the order to attack.

More than twenty Southern Barbarian warriors moved, slowly narrowing the encirclement and moving closer to the five.

"The four of you form a 'Four Elephant Array' against the enemy, killing one is enough, and killing two is enough. I'll deal with the leader. Ge Yi shouted at the four of them.

The southern barbarians slowly approached, and the oppressive aura in the air became heavier and heavier. As long as it is human, it is inevitable that there is a fear of death, and now, although there are more than twenty southern barbarians surrounding each other, in terms of numbers, it seems to have an absolute advantage. But now they hesitated.

In this battle, there must be no suspense, and the Southern Barbarians will be victorious. However, when they saw the calm faces of those five Eastern Han warriors. But for no reason, he shuddered. Their faces were too calm, with a disregard for life, a contempt for death.

When people are calm, desperate is the most terrible, I don't know, after this battle, how many of them will be pulled to their backs?

"Yikes!"

Finally, a Southern Barbarian warrior couldn't stand this torment anymore, let out a loud shout, and took the lead and stabbed it with his sword.

This sword has no skills, and it is ingenious, but it is so mediocre that it stabbed directly into the chest of an Eastern Han Dynasty warrior. They are now more than twenty people besieging five people, and they really don't need any skills, not to mention, there is also a Lord Sendagan who has already advanced to the sixth stage.

The Eastern Han Dynasty warrior just calmly looked at the sword that stabbed over, and when it was close to his chest, he turned sideways and slightly let go of the vital point. Then he raised his sword and wiped it at the other person's chest.

This is a lose-lose style of play, he is going to fight hard!

"Poof!"

The long sword of the Southern Barbarian stabbed into the opponent's body as he wished. He frowned, this was the other party's shoulder, not the imagined chest. He was about to pull it out, but he felt that the sword was like inserting into a solid tree, and there was a sense of astringency when he pulled it out.

The other party clamped his long sword with his muscles?

Just as he was about to increase his strength and draw his weapon first, at this time, the enemy's long sword was already full of anger from his master, and struck him in the chest.

It's too late, so you have to avoid the edge for the time being. His luck swept backwards, and behind him, a distance of more than a dozen paces, there was his companion, and it was safe there.

However, on his side, three long swords attacked him at the same time. Although not far behind him was his partner, he had the feeling that he was facing four people at the same time.

He couldn't see anything special about the direction of the four people standing. The attack speed and strength of the long sword are not much higher than their own, but they just have that feeling of being unavoidable!

Is this what they call the Four Elephants?

……

The Southern Barbarian warriors who attacked first fell to the ground.

"Jane!" At this time, a frightened and angry voice sounded in the night sky.

Then, among the Southern Barbarian warriors, a figure swept out. Kazumi lunged at each other. He must have been a good friend of the fallen Southern Barbarian warriors.

He rushed quickly, his whole body was exposed, and Wu Ming looked from behind, and his whole body was full of flaws. He's lost his mind.

His friend also caused some damage to the Eastern Han Dynasty warriors, but he was afraid that he would not have a chance.

Sure enough, as soon as this man rushed forward, three or four long swords came from different angles at the same time, stabbing him through the hole. He spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The blood of the Southern Barbarians was also red, and the blood sprayed right on his friend who had fallen to the ground. His friend was not dead yet, and his body twitched violently as soon as he was doused with blood. Wu Ming could only see one side from a distance, and after the Southern Barbarian Warrior spurted blood, the half of Wu Ming's face was already slow-faced with blood, but it barely touched the muscles on his face.

He's laughing!

Then I saw him cry out, "Jane! We two brothers will at least die together......" he muttered in a low voice, hugging his friend. The voice was getting lower and lower.

……

In the blink of an eye, the Southern Barbarians lost two of them. It stands to reason that Wu Ming should be very happy. But the summer evening breeze gently caressed his head, and he felt a chill. The two southern barbarians hugged each other and died of exhaustion. Their blood is as bright as that of the Han Chinese. There was a fishy smell in the air. Wu Ming could smell it from afar. Their blood is as fishy as the Han people, so it's hot.

Sendagen shouted: "This kind of sword formation only has a miraculous effect on a single person, and it has little effect on group battles, so don't be left alone, let's go together." After saying that, he first pulled out his weapon, and the scimitar let out a piercing scream and pounced on Ge Yi/.

It seems that after the last night battle in Xinhe, the Southern Barbarians have found out the biggest drawback of the sword formation.

The death of their companions also aroused the bloody nature of the Southern Barbarians, who drew their weapons with red eyes and rushed towards the other four at the same time.

Wu Ming touched his hand to the leather bag on his waist, in addition to the rope that Zhang Hao had prepared for him, there was also a bottle of painkiller powder and a dagger. The rest is all hidden weapons.

There were dozens of thistles in the leather bag.

The hidden weapon only has an effect on martial artists below the sixth stage, and when it reaches the sixth stage, it can already use the true qi part to communicate the surrounding elements, and once the other party is prepared, it is difficult to receive miraculous results. When you encounter a master of more than seven dans, you don't even have to think about it. They can form elemental shields around them or distort the space around them with a single thought. Sneak attacks are very difficult to succeed.

However, to steal Zhao Fei's head tonight, he was not going to fight alone, but to challenge the limits of the masses, so Wu Ming prepared dozens of thistles for the masses.

At this time, the two sides were already fighting together, Sendagen was entangled with Ge Yi, and the four guards battalion soldiers were surrounded by the Southern Barbarians.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

In the darkness, there was a piercing scream. The Southern Barbarians did not expect that there would be enemies in the dark. Several fell on the board. And listening to the sound of the dark weapon breaking through the air, it is indeed impossible to guess the specific number of people.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The hidden weapon continued to attack, and at this time, all the Southern Barbarians had already taken precautions, and they could no longer take care of the surrounding Eastern Han Dynasty warriors, so they concentrated and avoided the incoming hidden weapon. But there are also two people who have unfortunately been recruited. He fell to the ground and groaned.

Now, the two sides are either you die or I die, Wu Ming can't care about it, and he poured out most of the hidden weapons in the leather bag in one go. Then he leapt from the ground, like a black ghost, and rushed towards the crowd in front of him.

With this full operation, the power of the earth around him exploded, and the golden signboard light suddenly appeared, reflecting that the world was all golden.

Wu Ming smiled bitterly in his heart, this golden light usually looks very stylish, but now is the time when he needs to keep a low profile. But he couldn't help it.

People on both sides saw this man rushing over.

A White Tiger team leader shouted in surprise: "It's Team Wu." The voice contains the joy of being in a desperate situation.

Sendagan's face changed greatly, and he heard from the senior brother that this guy was seriously injured by him. Why do you have to rest for ten days and a half months before you can get out of bed. Now, even the senior brother is still recuperating from his injuries, why did he run out alive again? Is he a monster/?

He shouted as hard as he could: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, set off fireworks to warn, special fireworks!" ”

This distraction was found by Ge Yi next to him, and he broke his shoulder with a sword. He was immediately shocked, jumped out of the battle circle, and reached out to touch his waist.

There is a warning firework around the waist.

All the remaining Nanban people took out fireworks and threw them into the dark night sky. In fact, there is no need for them to warn, on the tower of the city, there are already patrolling soldiers who have sounded the big gong. While knocking, he shouted hard: "Night attack! There's a night attack! ”

New River City is about to wake up.

Quick, must be fast! Gotta hurry. Wu Ming raised his heart to his throat. He knew that if he didn't take advantage of the short period of time now, and wait for the opponent's seventh-stage or even eighth-stage masters to lead the Southern Barbarian warriors to arrive, it would be over.

Ge Yi looked at the galloping golden figure, but his heart was full of mixed feelings. For a while, he stayed where he was.

"What a daze! Borrow a force to help me up! Wu Ming shouted at Ge Yi, who was in a daze.

This city wall is nearly ten meters high, although the martial artist has a light body technique, but where there is no strength, it is difficult to reach the head under the grandmaster. Therefore, every time the city is attacked, the warrior must use a ladder to jump onto the city wall.

Is he going to take the head of the son? Ge Yi instantly understood. Immediately sink your waist and place your palms on top of your chest. I only felt that the golden figure in front of him flickered, and then his hands sank, he exhaled and lifted it upwards violently. Wu Ming was like a golden rocket, rushing towards the head of the city tower.

The head was on the city tower, still dangling around, as if it was swinging leisurely, and it seemed to be refusing Wu Ming's rescue.

Wu Ming's right hand was already holding the dagger in the leather bag. Although this dagger is not a divine soldier, it is also specially prepared by Zhang Hao, and it is naturally not a problem to cut the rope that ties Zhao Fei's head on the city tower.

The moment he approached the head, he freed his left hand and grabbed the messy long hair on the head. Hair sticky. I don't know how much blood was stained. It is now in a semi-condensed state. Wu Ming grabbed it in his hand, greasy, very uncomfortable. But now there's time to care about that? He pulled his hair violently with his left hand, and the head suddenly struck him in the chest like a cannonball.

With his left hand letting go of his long hair and grabbing it backwards, he grabbed a round piece of something, and thankfully, it was the rope that tied the head. He tugged at the rope. The rope took advantage of his upward momentum and suddenly pulled straight. And his right hand, the handle of the dagger has long been soaked with sweat from his palm. He reached out his dagger and slashed it down the straight rope.

"Phew"

Fortunately, this rope is not as tough as expected. The dagger was cut on the rope, and the rope broke in response, Wu Ming held the human head in his right hand, and slammed his left hand on the pheasant with his left hand, like a golden bird, and fell obliquely more than ten meters away.

Although there were many words, in fact, it was only a short moment, and the southern barbarians only reacted at this time, and Sendagen shouted: "Stop him, our people will be there soon." After speaking, he first waved his scimitar and threw himself towards Wu Ming's landing point. The remaining nearly twenty Southern Barbarian warriors could no longer care about the others, and surrounded Wu Ming one after another.

If you can really keep the only seventh-stage master in the Eastern Han Dynasty here, then this head bait is really luring a big fish.