To the north of the Corpse Ridge, the rocks stand horizontally, you can see one or two white bones on the ground every few meters, it is obviously winter at the moment, but the trees in the Corpse Ridge are not tall and straight, the morning light has just risen, the night has not gone away, like a fierce ghost with teeth and claws, the cold wind blows, whirring, and the place where it passes is cold and solemn.

A man is unkempt, whether it is his face or body is covered with dry bloodstains, the armor around his body is broken, his hair is coagulated by dark black plasma, his eyes are bloodshot, full of tiredness and panic, no one can connect such a person with the white-robed young general Feng Xingjun of the three armies of the brave champions in the past, he led the snow horse, his eyes were blank step by step, the blood from the wound occasionally fell down his arm to the ground, but it was too long, and most of it had coagulated.

"Young General, where are we, and where are Feng Shuai?" Feng Marching was followed by six or seven hundred remnants of defeated generals, the appearance was almost the same as him or even more embarrassed, the whole army was filled with a depressed and tense atmosphere, Feng Marching stopped, his godless eyes suddenly lit up, he grabbed the partial general who spoke before and hurriedly said: "Where is my father? Where is this, where is my father! You tell me where my father is? He was hit by a poisoned arrow, I have to go back to him to protect him!"

Feng Xingjun roared and roared, his voice became more and more hoarse, the scene of his father falling from his horse in the chaos of arrows last night was vivid, he really felt that the sky was dark, the old general Mu Longsheng led two thousand people to the palace, he and the famous general Long Tu each led two thousand people to open the way in front, Xue Ziliang and Huangying stayed by Feng Jizhong's side and seven or eight hundred remnants of the defeated army to protect Feng Jizhong, but Ji Pingchuan's 100,000 army, Fu Corpse Ridge has already been arranged by him countless ambushes, Feng Xingtian has still been scattered even if there are thousands of people who are not brave, and he can take more than a thousand people behind him to live until now, his bravery can be seen。

"Major General, we have been scattered, many brothers are dead, all dead!" another person said loudly, with a crying tone in his tone, this sad mood spread quickly, and after a while, more than a thousand people actually hugged their heads and cried, overnight, the Feng family army was forty or fifty thousand people, and now only these people are left, Feng Shuai and the others are uncertain about their life and death, how can they not be sad.

"Report!" The scout who was exploring the way ahead ran over and said with difficulty: "There is our brother in front, the young general, ...... Fast... Hurry up and bring the brothers...... Past..."The scout broke his breath after speaking, and he died of exhaustion, but think of what kind of blow he had experienced this night, the injuries on his body were no more than the pain outside the skin, what could really kill a person in such a short period of time was the powerlessness of the siblings who fell beside him in tears.

"Get on the horse, kill!" said Feng Xingjun hoarsely, then stepped on the snow horse, and immediately headed forward, and the group forcibly raised their strength and gritted their teeth to follow, their eyes full of determination.

Closer, the Feng Marching Army finally saw who was surrounded, it was the same as him who was responsible for rushing forward to kill the Dragon Tu who opened the way, but the Dragon Tu was obviously more crazy than the Feng Marching Army, the lone army went deeper, and even opened a large section of the Wind Marching Army, but the casualties of the Dragon Tu's troops were also more tragic, and it seemed that they had been surrounded and intercepted for a long time, and there were only two or three hundred people around him who were trying their best to fight to the death, surrounded by thousands of Ji Pingchuan's army under black pressure.

Ji Pingchuan is also a generation of famous generals, well versed in the art of war, he divided the 100,000 army into 40,000 horses to set up an ambush in this Fu Corpse Ridge, and he led 60,000 people to cooperate with the poison division to attack the City of Wind, and the ambush soldiers are in a group of every 1,000 people, a total of 40 groups of people are all over the Fu Corpse Ridge, but the Fu Corpse Ridge is not a good place, and no one even dares to set foot here at will, so there are actually not a few people who died inexplicably in Ji Pingchuan's ambush, and they are often collectively wiped out, which is really weird.

"Uncle Long!" Feng Xingjun shouted angrily, carrying a spear and jumping on a horse to kill, anyone who blocked was a shot to kill, Long Tu and the others were happy to see the hope and resisted even harder, the ambush soldiers saw that Feng Xingjun was unstoppable, and the place they passed was completely devastating, and they couldn't help but be shocked, in fact, it is no wonder that Feng Xingjun was born with divine power, and the martial arts cultivation with a realm similar to him were almost difficult to resist, let alone soldiers without advanced cultivation.

Soon after the Feng Marching Army was killed, seven or eight hundred people shouted to catch up with the sky, and the ambush soldiers were completely confused, and they were defeated after the leading generals were killed, and the Feng Marching Army ordered not to chase, and then walked over to help Long Tu up, and asked: "Uncle Long, are you okay? Do you know where my father is now?" Long Tu shook his head, Feng Xingjun was even more scared in his heart, and Long Tu sighed to himself: " Last night I killed and forgot about the marshal, I should be damned, when I remembered it, I was already surrounded by ambush regiments, and after several hours of bloody battles, there were only so many brothers left!"

"Let's go back, Uncle Long, my father must be fine!" Feng Xingjun gritted his teeth and said, Long Tu grabbed him and shook his head and said: "No, young general, the brothers will not be able to fight again even if they fight all night, not to mention whether we can find Feng Shuai is not certain, we can't go!"

Feng Xingjun was angry, and shouted: "Do you just watch my father die at the hands of the enemy? If you don't go, I'll go! Are you willing to ......" Before Feng Xingjun finished speaking, the dragon slaughter behind him suddenly slapped his neck, and the wind marching army immediately fainted, and the dragon slaughter handed him over to the partial general, and then looked at the remnants of the defeated army of about a thousand people and said loudly: "I don't care what my brothers think of me, whether it's disloyal or unfaithful, whether it's unrighteous or not, now I'm the only general here, I order, the whole army goes all the way to the north and sets off!"

"Obey!" all the sergeants said in unison, they all knew the reason why Long Tu did this, he wanted to keep a trace of blood for the Feng family, the brothers who had fought side by side for decades, they all understood, everything was in plain sight.

Time passed, and it was noon, and the sky was overcast, and the clouds were thick, with faint thunder and explosions, and the wind roaring, and the occasional raindrop, lapping against the endless cold armor below.

In the center of the corpse ridge, it is flat like a plain, except for the white bones piled up on the ground that make people shudder, this place is really weird, at this moment, this place should be extremely yin and yang, Feng Jizhong sat on the war horse with a pale face, under the horse was Xue Ziliang and Huangying one left and one right to support him, nearly a thousand people behind him looked at death as if they were home, and in front of him, Ji Pingchuan and Wang Shi stood side by side, behind him were thousands of generals, surrounded by boundless heavenly poison soldiers covering the sky and the sun, there were nearly a thousand flying demonic beasts in the air, and the heavenly poison generals with blood-colored armor on them looked down solemnly, and Feng Jizhong's rear obviously had a way to retreat, but he did not continue to retreat with his subordinates.

His hands trembled and pointed in the direction of Ji Pingchuan and the poison master, there was sadness in his eyes, Ji Pingchuan and the poison master knew that Feng Jizhong was not looking at them, but the old man with seven or eight spears and armor covered in blood on the war horse in front of them, that was the old general Mu Longsheng who was killed by Ji Pingchuan himself this morning, and the more than 2,000 people led by the old general did not surrender but died in a collective battle, resisting the more than 20,000 people led by Ji Pingchuan for two hours, and even Ji Pingchuan, who had killed countless people, was in awe of this old man.

Ji Pingchuan was very disdainful of the poisoner's behavior, first forced Feng Jizhong to fight a decisive battle on the grounds of slaughtering the city, and then the two armies fired thousands of arrows in front of the formation, and then made a fuss about the dead veteran Mu Longsheng, the poisoner grasped the point that Feng Jizhong values love and righteousness, Ji Pingchuan is a traditional soldier, and the mountain god is a group of people, so they have fought against Feng Jizhong for so many years without winning or losing, but the poisoner's omnipotence also made Ji Pingchuan feel a chill in his heart, this person who seems to have a Confucian is really like a poisonous scorpion.

"Feng Shuai, we meet again, what do you think about this scene?" The poison master's words made Ji Pingchuan frown again, Shi Ke can not be killed, he has been as famous as Feng Jizhong for many years, and fools can see that the Feng family army is cornered, but the poison master is still so humiliated, it is really a bit excessive.

"One general is incompetent, tired to death of the three armies, and I, Feng Jizhong, am incompetent, so I have today's defeat! It's just that I have a question, whose hands did the old general die in, could it be that your poisoner personally took action?" Feng Jizhong coughed a few times and replied loudly, and the living soldiers around him heard this, their eyes turned red, and they became more and more determined to live and die with Feng Shuai.

The poison master was a little confused, but he still replied with a smile: "Hehe, Mu Longsheng naturally died at the hands of General Ji, how could the commander of the three armies personally go into battle to kill the enemy?"

In this way, the old general can also smile at Jiuquan. Feng Jizhong's words made the poison master's smile freeze, he was already a scheming person, how could he not hear Feng Jizhong's voice, this is clearly scolding him that the poison master is not worthy, if Mu Longsheng dies in the hands of his poison master, he should be dead?

"Hehe, Feng Jizhong, I think your Feng family is so good, for generations, it has been a general to fight against my heavenly poison army, and now it is not defeated in the hands of my poison master, hahaha, the Feng family army is invincible?

The Feng family army was suddenly filled with righteous indignation, and even the generals around Ji Pingchuan frowned like Ji Pingchuan, even if the Feng family army is an enemy, it is also an awe-inspiring enemy, this kind of enemy should die on the battlefield with dignity, not be humiliated by the poison master.

"Poison Master, since ancient times, the king has been defeated, victory is victory, defeat is defeat, why am I Feng Jizhong afraid of death, why should I say more humiliation here?" Feng Jizhong clenched the spear in his hand and shouted.

The poison master gave him a strange look, and then said slowly: "So you only noticed now that I was delaying time?" Hehe, death, it's easy, but I have to let you die clearly, what do you say?"

A small teleportation scroll suddenly appeared between the poison master's hands, although it could only teleport a short distance of fifty or sixty miles, but it was worth a lot, but compared to Feng Jizhong, these were insignificant.

A void gate appeared on the scroll with the injection of the poisoner's spiritual power, and the two of them slowly stepped out of it, noticing the appearance of the two, Feng Jizhong's expression changed greatly, and his face was no longer bloodless, it was actually them!