Chapter Ninety-Seven· A demon-red figure stood in the wind.

It was already night, but the walls were more lively and open than ever. This rain of swords and swords seems to have returned to more than ten years ago overnight, and several soldiers from several countries are approaching the city and are about to break through this city.

Boom ——!

"Hold on!"

"Shoot Arrows ——!"

Shout!

"Tai Wei, Beiyao's group of people don't know what is crazy, they all pounced!"

"Bring the stakes! Fast! ”

"Yes!"

"Kill ——!"

"Quick! The left wing retreats! Defend the walls!! ”

Captain Peng turned over and dismounted, hacking the iron-blue armor soldiers around him, the long knife in his hand standing on the ground, and the blood left on his hand along the blade. He slashed the sky with a sword, "He! With this Taiwei, he smashed Huanglong!! ”

The soldiers around him shouted, "Yes——!!! ”

Shout!

Phew!

A soldier was pierced through his chest by an arrow from a distance, and he landed straight on the sand! The unwillingness in his eyes was covered by the blood on his brain, and the enemy even cut his unyielding face with a knife!

"No, dick——! Beiyao ——!!! The soldiers not far away let out a terrible roar, but the sound of almost tearing was muffled under the noise of the war. He ran over with a stumbling step, brandishing his knife and slashing at the enemies who were still stabbing. "Get out, I want your life——!!!"

The soldier's fiery eyes stared straight at the blue figure standing on the wooden chariot in the distance. Hatred blinded him, slowed down the movements of his hands, the soft armor on his body was cut several times, and he still had the scene of his brother being pierced through the chest and dying in his mind, and he could only wave the knife indiscriminately.

The soldiers who came behind him stuned the mad man, stabbed one of them to death, grabbed the collar of the corpse and threw it out, and said to the people who came behind him, "Quick! Carry him down! Easy to get injured by mistake! ”

"Yes, lieutenant!"

The lieutenant mounted the war horse left behind by the enemy and ran in the direction of Captain Peng, who was advancing forward.

- What are these enemy forces all about? Compared with the previous Beiyao army, the difference is too far! The lack of firmness in the eyes of these people is due to the internal problems of the enemy army? Gotta tell the captain quickly!

"Drive! Drive! ”

The horse was in pain and moved faster on its thick limbs.

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Standing on the city wall, a demon-red figure stood in the wind.

Mu Qingchen's enchanting handsome face looked dignified, he had not killed anyone, but those small scenes were still far from the battlefield. Here, he could feel the tragedy of the soldiers, the heaviness of the battlefield, and the violent collision with the forces of both sides. It is impossible to say that there is no shock in his heart, that Jiang Jiuxiao is even younger than him, can he gallop in this kind of place? Then his heart must be calmer and calmer than him, but this is it, what is the hollowness and hesitation in that person's eyes?

He looked at the downed corpses under the city, his good-looking sword eyebrows were deeply twisted, and when he looked up again, Bei Yao's troops had been beaten back by their army, and he squinted his eyes when he looked at the military flag fluttering in the air farther away.

"Bring the bow!"

The two of them who were guarding the side didn't know where to go to find him a bow and arrow, but fortunately, they respectfully handed over his bow and arrow to the soldier behind them. And his heart is very simple, Mu Houye's military exploits are recognized by the world, then his son, Mu Shizi will not be bad!

Mu Qingchen took it, lowered his head and flicked the slingshot string in his hand, making a clanging sound, he looked at the battlefield and asked, "Is there any other bow, the heavier the better!" "His sinking does not refer to the bow sinking, but to the string sinking.

The veteran naturally knew what he meant, but as far as he knew, one of the heaviest bows in the army belonged to the lieutenant, and the other was the general's. It's all used to shoot far away, not that this is a personal figure, but the dust is in the weapons camp, no one can use it, and it is pulled away by the two, so it is naturally regarded as theirs.

He thought about it, the prince asked like this, he must be a person who can ride and shoot, and his arm strength must be not small. He didn't dare to look at this Mu Shizi, although he was extremely long, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, he was not better than the general but not as good as the captain, but the general's somewhat weak ones were countless more powerful than ordinary people's arm strength, and he naturally would not underestimate Mu Qingchen. So he looked at the situation, and then said, "Back to the world, there is indeed a bow, and wait for someone to take the bow." ”

"Hmm." Mu Qingchen looked below, the situation was not very optimistic, Beiyao still had such a character? Is that regent Jun Beijue?

"Your Majesty!"

Mu Qingchen took the bow that was up to his chest, and tried to play the slingshot string the same.

Zheng ——!

Its sound seemed to be thicker and longer, as if a sleeping dragon had been awakened, and its muffled roar was filled with murderous aura.

Mu Qingchen raised his eyebrows, "Good bow!" Is there a Lord? As he spoke, he drew an arrow from his quiver and exclaimed again, "Who made this arrow?" "He hasn't even been able to make arrows with such strength.

He put the arrow on the string, pulled it away slightly, and snorted from his throat with a muffled "um", which was a bit interesting.

The veteran looked at it, it was good to be able to pull away for a month and a half, but is it the son of a family? "Hui Shizi, this bow is usually used by generals."

Hearing this, Mu Qingchen raised his eyebrows, can that small body still pull this kind of bow? It's not easy.

"And this arrow was specially made by the general for this kind of bow."

- Interesting, so interesting! Jiang Jiuxiao, Jiang Jiuxiao.....

Mu Qingchen let go of his strength, and when the veteran was a little disappointed, he smiled evilly, his legs were steadily separated one after the other, and the movements in his hands were slow, so that people could see clearly.

- Full Moon! He actually pulled the full moon bow!!

He didn't have time to aim for the next moment, and he let go of his hand.

The arrow pierced the sky and disappeared in an instant.

Whew——!