Although the red-clothed man said this, the corner of his mouth hooked a sneer, and he quietly waved his hand around. The sound of "sighing and instigating" suddenly sounded around. Countless mountain dog armies had already quietly touched the enemy troops on the mountain.

The Mountain Dog Army was originally a strong force in the Jiyu Forest, climbing mountains and wading through rivers as if walking on flat ground. Although the mountains in Yujiawan are steep, it is naturally a piece of cake for them. Although the screams under the mountain were heard endlessly just now, those were ordinary soldiers, and these mountain dogs had already touched the noses of the Han people without saying a word.

"Who are you? Why believe you. ”

Jian Feiyang saw the old general give him a thumbs up, and suddenly felt bold, although he didn't stab this eight-stage master to death with one shot just now, it was a bit regrettable, but it also made him bold, he only felt that the eight-stage master was nothing more than that. still suffered a big loss under Lao Tzu's gun. The other party heard him shouting, probably thinking that the Han army really wanted to surrender, so he slowly got up from the ground and said slowly: "I won't change my name, and I won't change my surname." The Flame War will last for a long time. ”

Jiuzhi slowly stood up from the ground, but there was a surprise in his heart. Listening to the other party's tone, there is a vague sense of loosening, if you can persuade to surrender, then it is naturally a great joy, not to mention that it can reduce casualties, these Han troops are obviously still elite soldiers, don't they have a strong combat effectiveness? Knowing that his thoughts had not fallen, he heard a sharp roar in the air, and Jian Feiyang laughed and said, "Luo Li, eat me with an arrow." ”

This arrow was like thunder, and Jian Feiyang only issued a warning after releasing the arrow, obviously intent on sneak attack. The two sides are now only more than a hundred steps apart, and he is condescending, if it is an ordinary person, he will definitely die in Huangquan.

Jian Feiyang was very proud at this time, he deliberately made a voice and lured the other party out, just to find the right opportunity to give the other party an arrow. If these eight-stage masters can really be killed by their own arrows, maybe they can really survive in death, stop this southern barbarian for a few days, and then the task has been completed, and it will definitely be much easier for him to ask the old general to run away.

As he was spinning his thoughts, the arrow had arrived. Kuchi had just gotten up from the ground, and his body didn't seem to be able to stand still, and the arrow had reached him. His movements were extremely fast, and with a flick of his right hand, several red fireballs suddenly rushed out of his palm, meeting the long arrows that flew quickly. I could only hear a series of "puff puff" sounds, and the arrow was blocked by a few fireballs, and the trajectory had changed, and it actually burned. Flew past Kuchi, dragging his long tail, and planted his head down the mountain.

Is that okay too?

Jian Feiyang's mouth was wide open, he fell to the ground with the arrow in his hand for a long time, dodged to avoid it, and even grabbed the long arrow with his hand could not make him so surprised, this method was really weird and inexplicable, making the little battle heart he had just raised collapse in an instant, and he secretly said in his heart: "It's bad, the eighth-stage master really can't deal with common sense, I have to think of a way to persuade the old general to retreat as soon as possible." ”

Jiuzhi was already furious, and shouted: "Give it to me, kill them all, and leave no one behind." Although they blocked the other party's sneak attack this time, the others were shocked into a cold sweat. This secret method of fire control was passed on to him by Feng Xiang's hand, Pa Moli was gifted and intelligent, and after reversing the Cangsong Pavilion, he realized this attribute control**. As his eldest disciple, Kuchi is almost the same age as Pamorly, and although this fire control technique is not as good as Pamorly, it is much more proficient than Yululi, who has just reached the seventh stage. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have capsized in the gutter.

Today on this mountain, he has almost died twice and survived, so how can this dignified eighth-stage master not be angry?

With his shout, countless black-clothed people came out of his side and rushed up the hill with their heads bored. The Han army obviously didn't expect that the enemy had touched the bottom side, and there was a mess of confusion, Chen Jianfei said in a deep voice: "Don't panic, according to the advantages of the terrain, a group of five people will form a gun formation and fight to the death." His words seemed to have a magical power, and these slightly flustered Han soldiers listened to the order, gradually calmed down, leaned against the rocks, raised their spears in their hands, and aimed at the enemy who rushed up from below.

Jian Feiyang dodged behind several soldiers, and just as he took out a long arrow from his quiver, the three Nanban soldiers had already rushed up from the dark night with a shout. Each of these soldiers was dressed in black and trousers, carried a long rope sickle, and carried a bamboo basket behind them.

As soon as the three of them emerged from below, the five defending soldiers shouted "Kill!" at the same time. "A spear is a stab. Four of them stared at the two mountain dog armies on the left and right, and sealed the left and right roads with a tacit understanding. And one of the soldiers in the middle pulled his spear into a flower, and shot it in the chest of the last Nanban.

If it were an ordinary soldier, he would definitely have to panic when he encountered such a surprise attack. But the three people who attacked were not afraid of danger. The man in the middle was short, and the other party's shot had already grazed his scalp, and his right hand was raised upward, and he had already grabbed the soldier's gun. Rolling forward, it was already approaching the soldier, and the long rope scythe turned into a death scythe and slashed straight at the soldier's belly.

The two mountain dog armies on the left and right were not as lucky as the one in the middle, one of them couldn't dodge and was picked off the cliff by two spears, and the other dodged one of the shots and was stabbed in the crotch by the other, he was also a ruthless man, and he shouted loudly, regardless of his injuries, he also waved his sickle and rushed forward, and he was going to fight hard. But not long after he shouted, a shot was stabbed from the side, hitting him in the waist, and his shouting suddenly turned into a scream.

It was the other two soldiers who had already withdrawn their spears, one of them turned his spear and sealed the scythe of the Mountain Dog Army in the middle, and the other shot at the desperate Mountain Dog Army, and immediately stabbed the man in half.

Seeing that the two teammates were killed one after another, the man in the middle was already red-eyed, and with a flick of the sickle, he cut the throat of one of the Han soldiers. But as soon as he grew up, a black shadow rose up in the air and kicked him in the chest. He only felt a huge tightness in his chest, and let out a muffled snort, and fell down the mountain.

It was Jian Feiyang who came out to break the siege.

The soldier was hit in the shoulder by the other party's sickle just now, and his face turned pale with pain, and he raised his head and said, "Thank you, captain." "If it weren't for Jian Feiyang's volley kicking that person, then even if the Southern Barbarian was stabbed to death by a random gun, this soldier would definitely have his throat cut.

Jian Feiyang opened his mouth and was about to speak. At this time, a few southern barbarians attacked from above. Everyone had to fight their spirits, and once again formed a gun formation, desperately resisting.

The mountain is now full of shouts and killings, and under the mountain, the southern barbarians are still pouring upwards, and now everyone is in a melee, so naturally there is no need to worry about falling rocks and rolling logs.

Jian Feiyang held a longbow in his left hand and a spear in his right hand, attacking everywhere on the mountain. But the southern barbarians had no scruples, as if the whole army was annihilated and wanted to take this mountain, one fell, and a group rushed up, the torches were constantly beating, and they seemed to be forced to dim by this murderous aura. Zhong Yu overturned a Nanban who rushed up with one shot, touched the blood on his face, and said loudly: "Brother Jian, think of a way, we can't stand it anymore." ”