When Zhou Qingfeng shouted the first sentence, Dashan felt that he could slash the other party with his knife. When he shouted the second sentence, he felt the need to use his spear. When he heard the third sentence, he completely woke up, Uncle Zhou had already retreated into the house where he lived, and Darshan had to tear down the wall to force him out.

"Do it." Darshan shouted loudly, and the explosive voice represented his mood of being blown up as well. But he also came prepared. Although the intimidation and agitation did not work, but allowed the other party to turn the situation around with the help of a special magic weapon, this old slave owner of Ehkulen was not a vegetarian, and immediately changed to a forcible attack as soon as he saw that it was not possible.

Darshan's two sons had long been impatient. The two men were full of flesh and force, and after listening to the order, they each showed a machete. The grip of this machete is more than one meter, and the blade is half a meter long, heavy and heavy, specially used to break the formation - holding a knife with both hands, the blood-red knife light accompanied the impact of their struggle to rush forward, and in the roar, several stunned slave soldiers were split in half.

Before the body was split, Dashan's two sons continued to rush against the splashing blood, and the target was directly aimed at the mansion that Zhou Qingfeng retreated into. The wooden courtyard wall rattled and there were two more neat diagonal openings, and they slammed into the broken wood as if they had been hit by a cannonball.

Seeing his son's initial achievements, Darshan also roared and quickly followed. He knew that the current speed was his life, and he must not let Zhou Qingfeng have a chance to breathe and set up a military formation, leading more than a dozen domestic slaves who could fight to pounce on him. Just crossed the cracked courtyard wall, but saw that there were already ten sturdy slaves in the courtyard who had opened a spear and gun array, and Zhou Qingfeng was waiting for him behind the gun array.

As soon as he saw that the spears were ready, Darshan shouted angrily: "You little Han Nikan has also come to cheat with me. But if I hadn't calculated that you were prepared, how would I dare to come? ”

Zhou Qingfeng didn't answer, just stared at Dashan with a ruthless face, and shouted loudly to make his subordinates gain momentum. Ten slaves stood side by side in the entire gun array, and the lunge was about to thrust hard.

Darshan's two sons were fearless, holding machetes and slashing at the spear array, desperately consuming the cyan defense that was connected to the spearhead. The house slaves who rushed in with Darshan separated from the two wings, preparing to flank Zhou Qingfeng's back road.

However, Darshan's biggest hole card is himself. He pulled out a gray statue from his cuff and tossed it. A puff of black smoke suddenly rose from the ground, and a tiger roar came from it, and a huge eye-catching tiger scurried out of the smoke.

Jia Gang immediately reminded Zhou Qingfeng: "Be careful, this is the spirit of the demon beast. I don't know how much of its spiritual power remains, if it is still in its heyday, you and I can't please it. ”

Zhou Qingfeng didn't hesitate, and ordered in his mouth - the spear of courage, stab!

He's only going to do this trick now, and he's really skilled.

The forces of the ten people converged on each other, and the cyan spear attacked angrily.

Although the eye-catching tiger on the opposite side was a spirit body, it also opened its mouth and roared without showing weakness, fearlessly pounced.

The spear and the tiger's head collided directly, and the strength, momentum, and spiritual power were canceling each other out and restrained. Zhou Qingfeng's military formation technique, which was full of expectations to defeat the enemy, met the opponent this time. The killer weapon hidden in the palm of Darshan's hand also failed to achieve practical results - the spear of courage shattered in the impact, and the spirit of the demon beast of the tiger was also dimmed by the collision, and it fell backwards, falling out more than ten meters away.

The killer weapon was restrained, and Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt a little tricky.

The slave spear formation after the power entered a state of detachment, and one by one they were pale and panting. Dashan's two ruthless sons were right in front of them, and the impact of the big move just now caused a little mental shock, but after two or three seconds, the two guys recovered, raised their knives again, and cut off several heads with one move.

The Dashan slaves who attacked from both sides simply ignored the already weak slave gun array, and swooped at Zhou Qingfeng who was behind with knives and guns. What's even worse is that Darshan on the other side is going to find something powerful.

"Jia Gang, it's your turn." Zhou Qingfeng shouted.

Ghost cultivation of this thing, head-to-head duel has never been very good, and plotting behind the scenes is the right way. As soon as Zhou Qingfeng gave the order, Jia Gang immediately jumped out of his shadow and floated into the air, grabbed a thin-necked bottle in his hand and slowly poured it down, and a miserable green smoke sank to the ground.

The smoke spread rapidly after it landed, covering the entire courtyard where Zhou Qingfeng lived in a few breaths. As soon as this thing appeared, the Dashan slaves who originally pounced on Zhou Qingfeng became hesitant, and when they fell into the thick smoke, they immediately found that something was wrong - this smoke was very strange, and there was a great stagnation in it, and it was as if they were being pulled by someone, which made people even more afraid.

Darshan and his two sons were monks, and they were able to strengthen their muscles and bones. But the house slaves were much weaker, and soon they became as if they were in a quagmire. The smoke even smells foul and obscures the view, making it difficult to distinguish between friend and foe and direction.

Darshan wanted to hold his breath but still inhaled half of the miserable green smoke, and for a while his heart was depressed and his strength declined. He knew that he was only afraid that he would fall for Zhou Qingfeng, and he would be introduced into this courtyard and fall for his tricks. Screams rang out in the courtyard, and it sounded like the weakest slaves were being slaughtered.

Darshan could not speak in the miserable green smoke, he realized that something was wrong and immediately retreated, and when he came out, he saw that his two sons with machetes had already escaped silently. However, the shouts of killing in the distance were also continuous, but it was the domestic slave and the remaining sons who he had left behind as his followers who were coming.

Zhou Qingfeng was riding a puppet goat at this moment, holding the saber of light and rushing out of the courtyard, and when he saw that Dashan's subordinates were not decreasing but fighting for more, he scolded angrily: "How many sons does this bastard have?" ”

Jia Gang put away his 'carrion green smoke' and followed behind Zhou Qingfeng, and said casually: "These Jurchen Belle Bebes have a large number of wives and concubines, and it is not unusual to have more than ten or twenty sons and daughters. People rely on their sons to fight, and their daughters to marry. ”

As he spoke, Darshan once again stabilized his position, and his subordinates became five arrogant and unscrupulous sons, more than thirty people in armor who could fight domestic slaves, and this strength was even stronger than just now. He killed several slave soldiers who were blocking the way, gritted his teeth and rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng, and before engaged, he ordered his subordinates to shoot a wave of arrows.

The battle immediately turned into a white-hot fight.

The whizzing arrows continued to fly, and Zhou Qingfeng rode a puppet goat to repeatedly bounce on the wooden walls of several buildings in the fortress to dodge. Jia Gang blew the horn in his place, and soon a prepared army of soldiers poured out from nearby and crashed into Dashan's group in a chaotic manner.

After Chu Ying occupied Zhou Qingfeng's small fortress, he left more than a hundred Jurchen soldiers in the fortress. These were not slaves, but the grassroots backbone of the original Ekhkulen. The daily life of this group of people is to fight, and their physique and skills are far stronger than those slaves trained by Zhou Qingfeng, and they are the elite soldiers of Ehekulun.

It's just that this team was not trained by Zhou Qingfeng, and he didn't trust these Jurchen soldiers very much, so he never pulled them out. It's just that now he is afraid that he can't bear it with slave soldiers, so he can only let Jia Gang blow the trumpet and call this group of men and horses to help.

Unlike Zhou Qingfeng, who likes to fight in formation, Chu Yinglian's team likes to rush forward in a swarm. They dared to hold the wooden shield and rush forward against the enemy's arrows, their courage was commendable, and their combat skills were quite good, but their cooperation was basically equal to zero.

The battle soon fell into a group fight, and Zhou Qingfeng basically had no way to command. He could only ride a puppet goat, grab a pulley bow and shoot at the periphery. As soon as he found out that any of his enemies were particularly outstanding, he drew his bow and mounted a heavy arrow with the spiritual power of light to kill them.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a time, and Darshan's group was blocked at the intersection of two buildings in the fortress, and the ground was bleeding from the left and right. These guys were obviously trapped by opponents who had a numerical advantage, but they shouted and fought fiercely one by one, and they never stopped. Even Darshan himself was armed with a waist knife, and he summoned a black bear demon spirit to rush back and forth.

Zhou Qingfeng's spirit-possessed heavy arrow can be effective against ordinary house slaves in one blow, but it can only slightly stop the momentum of fighting back and forth against Darshan himself and his sons. On the other side, a few archers were even gathered to shoot him in turn, and several arrows flew by his side.

Darshan looked like a middle-aged man who was a little blessed, but at the moment he was covered in blood. Due to the small number of people, he couldn't escape for a while, but he still shouted at Zhou Qingfeng to invite him to fight, wanting to fight him to the death.

Zhou Qingfeng's spiritual power was about to bottom out after shooting more than a dozen arrows, and Dashan's desperate fight was a bit of a brave posture. Jia Gang also warned him: "I have no spiritual power, and the soldiers besieging him will not be able to hold on." You'll either use the sigil or you'll have to watch Darshan escape. ”

The 100 soldiers left by Chu Ying did not line up, and they were very brave when they rushed forward with a roar. But on the other side, Darshan and his son had six powerful attack arrows, and after they fought for a while, they killed and injured more than a dozen people.

As soon as the casualties were completed, the spirit of blood and courage began to subside. Zhou Qingfeng could clearly feel that the Jurchen soldiers were no longer attacking as actively as they had begun, but retreated step by step. And he and Jia Gang have a 'one layer of divine soul' and one layer of qi and blood, and without the help of a powerful magic weapon Fu Seal, they really can't trap Dashan.

Zhou Qingfeng still has a bit of a charm, and he also has other means. But he didn't want to continue to consume on Darshan. He reorganized a slave gun formation, but blew a trumpet to make the besieging Jurchen elite retreat. As soon as the encirclement was opened, the defense line of Dashan's gang collapsed in an instant, and immediately some people desperately broke through and killed them outside the fortress.

Surround three que, leave a way out. It's easy to understand.

Darshan is also the end of the strong crossbow, and his sons are only 'one or two layers of muscles and bones', and after slashing for a while, they will be weak. As soon as Zhou Qingfeng got out of the gap, his house slaves ran away first, forcing him to flee with him.

"Chase." Zhou Qingfeng ordered with a cold face.

This battle was anticlimactic, and a good siege calculation turned into a bad battle. When Zhou Qingfeng chased out of the fortress, he almost wiped out all of Dashan's house slaves, but his sons only left one abandoned son to break off, and the others all fled in embarrassment and fled into the dense forest outside the fortress.

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