One night, all night. From evening to early morning, Peishui was having nightmares, a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from in the morning.

In the evening, Li Feiyang led 800 fire repairs to attack the mine, and the top-level meteor fire shower destroyed the mine and the barracks, taking the lives of thousands of soldiers and miners. How arrogant Li Feiyang was at that time.

The burning mines and barracks could not satisfy Li Feiyang's ambitions, and thousands of corpses could not satisfy his appetite, and when the night came, eight hundred fire cultivators set fire to the entire Peishui. How brutal Li Feiyang was at that time.

The arrogant and brutal Li Feiyang finally angered the Peishui army and civilians, and from midnight, the curtain of counterattack finally opened, and countless scattered fire repair teams were surrounded and exterminated by groups of soldiers.

Tens of millions of soldiers and civilians exchanged their lives for this Jedi counterattack, and the battle loss ratio was even as high as 1:100

A hundred mortal lives in exchange for the life of an awakened person.

No one thinks it's not worth it, because this is the first god-killing incident in the history of Zhongzhou, even if it is a battle loss ratio of 1:1000, it is worth it.

Just for the sake of this people's morale, these people did not die in vain.

If all goes well, if Li Feiyang's subordinates can be wiped out here, then this kind of victorious sentiment will infect countless latecomers, and Peishui is destined to become a holy place in the hearts of mortals.

Even if you can't kill Li Feiyang, you can get him to run away in exchange for him.

As long as it is a victory, it is worth exchanging your life.

Unfortunately, the gift of the god of luck only lasted for half the night, and just as dawn was approaching, the haze of defeat crept up into the hearts of mortals.

In the morning light, Li Feiyang and his men fled north on fast horses, but they were not just fleeing, they were simply playing tricks on these soldiers and mortals.

I'll run if you chase closer, and once you've got a distance, I'll cast a spell to attack.

Isn't the soldier weird? I can avoid them, anyway, the untouchables in the back have it, a fireball can kill a dozen.

What's more, there is now a Li Feiyang singing the leading role. He didn't make a lot of shots all night, and he was the only one who could still cast some mid-level spells now.

The Flame Explosion in the Crowd is his masterpiece.

Every time the flames explode, a rain of blood can be splashed. Those who died on the spot were fortunate and did not suffer pain and died in an instant, but those who were dying and seriously wounded were miserable, and the shouts and wails were already in a continuous film.

The blood of his companions had awakened the fanatical hearts of the people, and reason had quietly returned, and with it came fear.

I have to say that morale is such a wonderful thing, only victory can maintain high morale, even if the casualties are large, as long as you can see the dawn of victory, morale will not be discharged.

However, once the war enters a stalemate, when the hope of victory becomes more and more faint, one person's pessimism will quickly infect another person, and then spread more and more, and more and more quickly.

This bit of morale of the Peishui people is not easy to come by, it is accumulated after killing the awakened countless times, and it is in exchange for tens of thousands of lives.

If Li Feiyang can't be killed or driven away this morning, the collapse will be a matter of blink of an eye.

"Ahh Oh my feet... My feet are gone..."

"Fellow... Fellow... Please... Stuff my intestines back for me..."

"Go home, I'm going home..."

The chaos spread like a contagion. Without the cover of the night, the cruelty and bloodshed of the battlefield directly hit people's hearts.

A young man who had broken down in his spirit, clutching half of his ear, screamed miserably.

What's more, looking at the clumps of colorful internal organs on the ground, I vomited wildly.

The two were stunned, looking at the chaotic scene behind them, and they were helpless. Now that there is no way to continue the pursuit, thousands of helpless soldiers can only gather to form a simple line of defense to cover these people behind them.

The attacker turned into a defender in an instant.

The runaways finally appeared, first one or two, then dozens, and the sober mortals, screaming and running in all directions, still shouting and shouting.

"We can't beat them, we can't beat them....run for your life..."

"I've said a long time ago that those are immortals... It's not something we mortals can overcome..."

"Let's go... Come on... Let's leave Peishui... There's no way to stay here..."

......

Suzaku and Yang Fan looked at the chaotic crowd in front of them and closed their eyes in pain. They know that the tide is over, and there is no going back.

Yang Fan struggled to rush forward, but before he could take two steps, he was already vomiting blood.

Suzaku is not much better, and she has just given birth to a child, and her body has not fully recovered. The night's rapid march, coupled with hundreds of fireball attacks, had already left her wounded.

"Flowing fire, flowing fire, where the hell are you? Look at the home you built with your own hands, come back quickly..."

Maybe Suzaku's prayer worked, or maybe it was the god of luck who put an end to his joke. When everyone was completely pessimistic and desperate, suddenly there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves from the west.

Getting closer, louder and louder. The dense sound, coupled with the shaking of the earth, made everyone on the battlefield turn their heads to watch.

Li Feiyang put away the fireball in his hand, stared blankly at the west, and muttered in his heart.

"Who is going to be here at this juncture?"

I saw it, I saw it. As the smoke and dust in the west gradually rose, a group of cavalry was rushing towards the battlefield at high speed. There were no flags, no shouts, not even people to speak.

The only thing that could be seen was that the cavalrymen were wearing silver-white armor, and even though it was covered with dust, it still shone in the light of the dawn.

When everyone's eyes were wide open, anxious to distinguish the identity of the person who came, the group of cavalry suddenly moved. One of the current black knights suddenly grabbed something from the stirrup and threw it at the battlefield.

What kind of person is this? What does he want to throw at such a distance? Attack? Just kidding, even a crossbow can't shoot such a distance.

Unfortunately, a flash of lightning answered their question. It was actually a javelin, a metal javelin, and an electric javelin that pierced Li Feiyang.

Li Feiyang didn't even have time to shout, and the javelin, which was faster than lightning, was already coming straight to his chest. It's about to pass through the body.

Fortunately, the guards beside him were clever and retreated from him fiercely, which allowed him to avoid it dangerously. However, although Li Feiyang avoided the javelin, he never expected that there was still a ball of light spell left on this javelin.

As the javelin grazed his ribs, a bolt of lightning struck him.

"Ahh

When the javelin sank into the chest of a fire cultivator, everyone finally saw clearly who was coming, who was the man in black who was not a flowing fire? Who else could it be if it wasn't Zuo Panyu next to him?

Hundreds of silver-armored cavalry, isn't that the standard equipment of Blizzard's inner guards?

"Lord Drift Fire is back? Lord Flowing Fire is back with his troops...."

Thousands of Black Iron soldiers collectively shouted, and a huge wave spread throughout the battlefield, and even those civilians who wanted to flee were stunned.

But the stagnation of the people lasted only a few seconds, followed by a roar like a tsunami.

"Your Excellency is back... Peishui is saved..."

The prestige of the God of Light Flowing Fire is too high, the suffering of the Peishui people is the one he ended, the reform of the mine is promoted by him, the rebellion of the displaced people is quelled by him, and the Peishui reconstruction plan is also arranged by the Flowing Fire Lord.

All the changes in Peishui are closely related to this adult.

Now Lord Flowing Fire is back, back when Peishui is at his most dangerous. He wants to avenge the dead soul, and he can do it.

The people of Peishui are convinced of this.

Now the anger in Liuhuo's heart has exploded, and he has seen all the tragic scenes along the way. He really didn't expect that Li Feiyang would not even let go of the people.

"Burned my mine and barracks, and I was not satisfied, but I actually vented my anger on the innocent people, if you don't die today, I won't be able to face Peishui's countless souls..."

"Offense... Everybody attacked..."

With the roar of this fire, three hundred well-trained Blizzard guards threw a javelin jungle in unison, stabbing it fiercely on the body of the hundred fire cultivators.

In just one wave of attacks, more than 30 Huo Xiu were killed on the spot. These weary awakened people have almost exhausted all their vitality after a night of fierce fighting, and they can withstand the blows of Blizzard's internal guards.

A fire cultivator dragged the injured Li Feiyang from the ground to the horse, without even letting out a fart, urging the horse to flee like the north, and the remaining dozens of fire cultivators followed, not even those companions who were not dead on the ground.

Damn, why don't fools run away? Liuhuo is Liu Lao's high apprentice, a master who dares to touch the clouds and the moon's tits at the Hundred Flowers Society, and a ruthless character on the official road who resists hundreds of sneak attackers alone.

What are we? A group of tired, half-dead tired soldiers, who may not have beaten him when they have enough energy, let alone now.

Today, I am planted here with Li Feiyang, and I don't know what it is to greet the Li family?

Running wild, a group of lost dogs running wildly.

Rushing to the middle of the battlefield, he ordered the second stunned, "Show me those who are not dead, I want a living prisoner, I want a confession..."

"The rest of the cavalry, chase with me, even if you chase him to the edge of the sky, I will also slaughter him..."

Before the words were spoken, the three hundred cavalry suddenly accelerated and pursued closely to the north.

Unbeknownst to Flowing Fire, behind the chaotic crowd, there was a familiar figure who was watching him nervously, his eyes full of tears.

"Flowing fire, good, this is my Suzaku man..."

"Don't be that cowering little man anymore, I know you can do it..."

"You call it Flowing Fire, and you also have a fire in your heart, don't hide it, release it, let the Creation Gate see your power, and let those snobs never dare to beat your idea..."

"Remember, you have a son to protect, that's your responsibility..."