The centurion of the Liang army, who slashed and killed one, Hong Quan raised his eyes and looked, and the four fields were all caught in flames, and the sound of killing in his ears became weaker.

"Hong Quan, there's a problem here!"

A voice came from the partner in front of him, and Hong Quan walked towards the source of the sound, only to see a cage hidden in a tent, and a prisoner was held inside.

At this time, there were already two generals of the Shu army around this cage, Hong Quan stepped forward, but heard them say: "This cage has been extremely forbidden by people, and the people inside must be small." Do you want to inform General Tong Gu?"

"General Tong Gu seems to be on the same page as Fang Yuting, and he is fighting at the moment, so we notified him, and he estimates that he won't be able to come for a while."

When Hong Quan arrived, he saw the blue light falling in the sky, and he was entangled and fighting with the monstrous bloody killing aura. Hong Quan was originally a general of the Liang army, and he also knew a little about the masters of the three guards under Huan Wu.

The owner of that blue light was undoubtedly Fang Yuting, the leader of the Divine Guard.

"You are the Shu army? Do you still know Fang Yuting? ”

Feng Xufan looked at the three people in front of him, and seemed a little surprised. These three people don't seem to be Shu people, but the general Tong Gu in their mouth is a general of the Shu army.

"Who is the old gentleman?"

Hong Quan's words were respectful, since this person was personally guarded by Fang Yuting, the leader of the Divine Machine Guard, then his identity must not be underestimated.

"The wind continues to sail!"

Hong Quan's color changed, and he said: "The old gentleman is one of the Eight Truths, but why? ”

"Why was he imprisoned here by Fang Yuting, who is also one of the Eight Truths?"

Feng Xufan smiled, with bitterness on his face.

"The reason for this is not clear for a while. In order to avoid Tsing Yi, Fang Yuting deliberately transferred me to this military camp. He expected that nothing would go wrong, but who expected Yang Xian's pursuers to follow, his face must be ugly at the moment! ”

When Feng Xufan said this, he didn't feel that he laughed out loud, and the three generals who saw it were a little stunned, and he didn't understand that this thing was in prison, how could he still laugh?

Outside of a hundred zhang, Fang Yuting's face was indeed not good-looking, and the strength of the old guy in front of him exceeded his estimate. What worries Fang Yuting even more is that he can't get out here now, and sooner or later the flaws on the side of the wind will be exposed.

The ban set by Fang Yuting can't be lifted by others, but it is easy for Feng Xufan.

"Little guy, didn't Yuan Cheng tell you that it's taboo to be distracted during a fight?"

The fists and feet have not arrived, but the strength has been penetrated early.

Fang Yuting was kicked by Tong Drum, his body fell, and a mouthful of blood overflowed.

He turned over and took more than a dozen steps back in a row before he could unload the strength of Tong Drum. But even so, Fang Yuting still felt his viscera stirring, and his blood and qi were surging.

Fang Yuting wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said angrily: "Old guy, the strength of your feet is really heavy. ”

Tong Gu smiled, untied the longbow behind his back, and sent his arrows as he wished, heading towards Fang Yuting.

"Oops!"

Tong Gu's blow just now forced Fang Yuting back. Now the distance between the two of them is enough space for a master archer.

The arrows were colorless, and Fang Yuting had a pair of cyan pupils, but it could be seen that Lingqi was wrapped around the arrows, looking like a footless beast.

"Rodent arrows!"

Fang Yuting hurriedly dodged, but saw that the arrow passed through Fang Yuting's body, but he didn't stop there, but turned around in the air and chased after Fang Yuting again.

The Rodent Arrow is an extremely advanced archery technique in the military. The monks of the first line in the army usually split a part of the Lingqi separately to cultivate spirituality, which is called rodents.

Attaching this spirit to the arrow during battle, the rodent on it will be able to track the target as long as the rodent on it devours the target's spirit qi beforehand.

The most important thing is that even if the arrow is destroyed by the target, the rodent formed by the spirit can still be regenerated by the user.

Fang Yuting turned sideways slightly, held the speeding arrow in one hand, and broke it, secretly saying that if he hadn't been vigilant in advance, it would not be easy to deal with this arrow.

The camp has become a sea of fire, and the withered spirit guide set up earlier has already lost its effectiveness, and naturally it can't stop Tong Gu's rodent arrows.

The rodent arrows were destroyed by Fang Yuting, but Tong Gu was not surprised, but he pulled out ten arrows from behind him and shot them in unison.

"What!"

Fang Yuting was shocked, it was not easy for an ordinary monk to cultivate a rodent, but the veteran in front of him had cultivated ten in a row.

Ten arrows fired at once, galloping vertically and horizontally, flying back and forth, and the sky was full of arrow shadows.

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Fang Yuting didn't hide anymore, and in the palace lamp in his hand, the blue light overflowed little by little.

Fang Yuting's figure that was originally dodging was divided into several figures in a row.

The rodent arrow, which was originally a shadow, seemed to encounter such a situation for the first time, and lost its target for a while and stopped in mid-air.

Although rodents have spirits, they are not living beings after all. The several figures in front of them all had the spirit qi on Fang Yuting's body, making it impossible for them to distinguish the real from the fake.

Soon, the spirit on the arrow dissipated and fell from mid-air.

The figures are still there, as if they are real and illusory, making it impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake.

"It is worthy of being a disciple of Yuan Shoucheng, and there are really two hits."

Tong Gu touched his beard and muttered, but suddenly felt a strong wind coming.

"Old fellow, you're distracted this time."

When Tong Gu looked back, the phantoms had disappeared, but he felt a coldness on his neck.

Tong Gu's legs were spread, his body moved downward, and his body was backwards, dodging Fang Yuting's fatal blow.

What's going on with this posture of responding to the enemy?

Fang Yuting missed the blow and didn't have the gas to fight again, but it didn't feel right.

At this moment, Tong Drum Cover Door was wide open, and it didn't look like a defensive position at all.

Don't?

A smile appeared at the corner of Tong Gu's mouth, his hands were spread out, and two short arrows flew out of his sleeves.

Tong Gu's two short arrows were glowing red, and they were completely constructed with bloody killing aura. At such a short distance, Fang Yuting's body sank, and he forcibly changed the trajectory of his journey in the air, avoiding one, but was hit by another short arrow.

This short arrow, condensed with bloody killing qi, dissolved like ice the moment the arrow entered Fang Yuting's body.

The bloody killing aura spread all over his body, and the pure killing intent continued to devour and stir up, Fang Yuting covered his wounds, only feeling that the spiritual qi in his body was running chaotically.

"Arrow in your sleeve, such a cunning old fellow!"

Tong Gu stood up and looked at Fang Yuting.

"It's right to get closer to a monk who is good at archery. What a pity! You're still miscalculating the distance. ”

Mars is flying, but Tong Gu's figure is becoming more and more blurred. Fang Yuting suddenly remembered the description of this kind of monk in the army in the ancient books.

Poor and secluded, long chasing for ten days. Whatever the meaning goes, the arrows are all fired!

"Fang Yuting, Lao Tzu is out! Where's your kid? ”

As soon as Feng Xufan was released from prison, he was a burst of drinking. Fang Yuting's complexion changed, he was no longer nostalgic, and his figure fled into the dark night in the distance.