These poisonous snakes had thick skin, and they fell down in the air, and they were not killed, but they were aroused to their ferocity, and immediately rushed towards the soldiers around them, and the city walls were in chaos.

Gu Pound Kun urged the wheelchair to step forward, opened the left and right armrests, and immediately a flying needle spilled out, nailing several poisonous snakes to the city wall, he roared left and right: "Quick, hold on!" ”

At this time, without waiting for his orders, dozens of foundation building monks of other sects who were still on the city wall immediately pounced on the surroundings of the city wall and began to hunt these poisonous snakes.

And the cow hair flying needle arranged on the city wall, at this time also played a great role, under the urging of the disciples of the refining hall, targeted shooting of the poisonous snakes on the city wall, those ordinary soldiers are also killing red eyes, in the urging of the war drums are not afraid of life and death, one after another around the bed crossbow, regain the control of the Nine Palaces chain crossbow.

"The whole army is ready, concentrate on the left flank to attack!"

While beating the war drums with both hands, Shan Yuefeng stretched out his hand and patted the treasure bag on his waist, and immediately a huge umbrella was immediately sacrificed, and immediately rose against the storm, covering the sky and the sun to protect the right city wall, he wanted to rely on his own strength to temporarily resist the attack of the right flank of the Eagle Cavalry.

In a short period of time, all the forces were concentrated, shooting the eagle cavalry on the left flank, the Jiugong chain of crossbow arrows rained down, and only three or four catapults were started.

With a terrible scream, hundreds of goshawks were pierced through the flesh wings by arrows and crumbled in the sky. But soon he fell in front of the city walls.

With a faint muffled snort, Shan Yuefeng's face was pale, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the magic weapon in the shape of a giant umbrella on his head was full of holes, but the drum cone in his hand was still calm and powerful.

"Boom!"

A night owl laugh rang out in the sky, and the leader of the Eagle Cavalry slapped his palm in the air, and a mountain of power poured down, trying to destroy the shattered giant umbrella.

"Kim!"

Lu Yifeng swallowed a spirit pill that stimulated his potential, and immediately let out a roar of the Qi Shen Dantian, and a golden array flag was shot out in the palm of his hand. Spread out in the wind overhead. Like a sword, it swept through the sky.

At the same time, the surrounding array disciples immediately activated their mana, and they struck out golden magic duels one after another, and dazzling golden light swept through the sky. Like a meteor piercing the sky. Dragged with a sharp light. Towards the withered palm.

"Boom!"

The two forces in the sky suddenly collided, and the exploding demon exorcism array shook a little, although it resisted the attack of the leader of the eagle cavalry. But Lu Yifeng let out a 'wow', spit out a mouthful of blood and sat on the ground,

This is a brutal battle, unlike the usual fighting methods of cultivators, every attack involves a large number of people, life is like a weed at this time, it seems that there is no value at all, and those who stick here only have the undefeated obsession in their hearts.

Gu Poundkun's heart was dripping blood, and his life was disappearing with the wind in front of his eyes, which he didn't want to see.

Especially the 30,000 elite soldiers in Dizhi City, these are cultivated by Ningzhou with great difficulty, although I can't remember everyone's face, but I vaguely remember the scene of inspecting the military camp training, almost vividly.

This force of 30,000 elite soldiers stationed in Dizhi City has been formed for less than five years, but at this time, it is almost completely destroyed, so that Gu Bangkun's hard work for several years is almost lost.

Moreover, the age of these soldiers, the youngest is no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, just like his children, but the fall in this battle made him feel the pain of separation of flesh and blood, and he already hated Di Guo very much.

"Brothers, hold on, kill me!"

Gu Pound Kun roared hoarsely, but even he couldn't hear it, he slapped the mechanism on the wheelchair, and immediately swept out the flying knife and cold arrows from it, and directly took down the black cloud not far from the city wall.

He almost urged the dantian like a life, at this time he already had the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building, and the wheelchair under his seat was not ordinary, it was a high-grade magic weapon, but where the flying knife and cold arrow were urged, it had the effect of locking the target, and if the goal was not reached, he would not give up, and he could always injure one or two goshawk cavalrymen.

Shan Yuefeng's giant umbrella magic weapon had already been destroyed, and with a slap of the treasure bag on his waist, he sacrificed five huge shields to block the sky, and only when he withstood the opponent's attack, the attack on the city wall could be carried out in an orderly manner.

Although Lu Yifeng has been greatly injured, he still spares no effort to urge the mana, and maintains the demon exorcism formation as much as possible, the opponent's attack is really fierce, if it were not for the invisible barrier of the demon exorcism formation, the opponent's eagle cavalry would have broken through the city long ago.

This kind of defense is almost fatal, and the goshawk cavalry in mid-air, in the pouring of the Jiugong chain crossbow, is also a continuous increase in casualties, especially the left flank has almost been disabled, so that the leader of the eagle cavalry has to change the formation, personally rushing in front of the awl-shaped battle formation to attack.

It's just that the two sides almost fought a war of attrition, these elite soldiers are mortal after all, even if there are qi refiners among them, but because there is no spiritual root, after all, they are all limited in achievement, the price of each killing a hawk cavalry, almost the lives of hundreds of ordinary soldiers, the city wall is already a mountain of corpses, blood stains the city wall with blood, the battle situation is simply miserable.

Of the eighty or ninety disciples of Wuji Sect, less than half of them survived, and as for the rest of the original hundreds of monks from other sects, there were only thirty or forty at this time, and even if they were to save their lives, they were also seriously injured, and the mana in the dantian was exhausted, and they had no ability to fight again.

The battle is continuing, life is gradually decreasing, Di Guo sent troops to attack at night in advance, no one expected, the reinforcements are still on the way, and the current Dizhi City is isolated.

In the continuous withering of life, everyone's mood is sad and indignant, tens of thousands of mortal fetuses, after all, is no match for 3,000 eagle cavalry, in ancient times there were 1,000 enemies killed and 800 self-losses, but now it is 1,000 enemies killed and 10,000 losses, and the losses are not heavy.

An hour later, Gu Poundkun's whole body was already crumbling, and the hands holding the handles on both sides of the wheelchair were covered with blood.

Shan Yuefeng's long hair and shawl, long and promoted figure, had already been pressed and bent over, but he was already like a mad demon, tirelessly beating the war drums, because he completely understood in his heart that if the drums stopped for a while, I was afraid that the unyielding momentum of the soldiers would collapse, and then the army would be defeated like a mountain.

Lu Yifeng's face was extremely pale, his lower lip was full of blood marks from his teeth, he was so soft that he was already at the end of his crossbow on the ground, it was not that he didn't want to continue fighting, but he really didn't have the ability to continue fighting.

So far, the tens of thousands of soldiers on the city wall have not survived to five, and the number of foundation building monks has been less than fifty, adding up to only seven or eight hundred.

The rest can be seen with the naked eye, but they are piled up like a mountain of corpses, blood flows along the city wall, the pungent smell of blood fills the air, and screams and fights can be heard everywhere, and the Shura Hell is no more than that.

The strong man should take Wu Hook, the moonlight is cold on the battlefield after the battle, the sound of iron drums at the head of the city is still shocking, and the blood of the golden knife in the box is not dry. (To be continued......)