The Xuanyuan soldiers were brave and completely broke out, although they were different from the strong bodies of the Hazaqi soldiers, but the spear was against the scimitar, and the chance of victory was still there.

Murong Tianran rode on horseback, a short sword, ruthlessly obliterating all the enemy's greed and desire, the blood vessels were cut, the voice, the blood splashed, all made her feel a sense of empty satisfaction, the bloodthirsty factor, also at this moment, exploded.

She didn't use internal strength, the assassin's stunts and natural courage were enough to make the soldiers of the Hazakh tribe and the soldiers of Xuanyuan light up and be shocked.

With a short sword, the horse slashed, and the soldiers of the Hazarqi tribe fell to the ground and died, and the speed was dazzling.

The black-pressed people fought together, beating drums and shaking the sky, and with a loud roar, they pierced the weapons into the enemy's chest, and the bright red blood stains stained the battlefield red, with a strong smell of blood, which made people's blood boil.

Night is approaching, it seems that God is also watching this battle, tonight's moonlight, particularly bright, the moonlight witty on the ground, shrouded the already cold corpses, revealing a strange weirdness.

Around the battlefield, the torches were lit, the battle was still going on, and the eight killers of Tianmen, taking advantage of Mo Yan's unpreparedness, hurried to the camp behind the enemy and threw * over, only to hear countless loud noises, a smell of *, which quickly covered up the strong smell of blood.

When Mo Yan looked back, he shouted in his heart, the fire in the barracks was soaring, and the panic and screams were connected, he was suddenly annoyed, and looked at the bright red that was still fighting, "Mo is .......", he gritted his teeth and roared.

Murong Qianran also saw the camp tent set up not far away by the Hazaqi tribe, the fire was soaring, the red lips were slightly upturned, and a wicked smile was hooked at the corner of his mouth, instead of fighting with the tens of thousands of troops of the Hazaqi tribe to the end, it was better to use wisdom to lure them away, and at that time, she would also bring in reinforcements, and attack Gusu City while the soldiers were enthusiastic.

Sure enough, Mo Yan was in a hurry, and hurriedly ordered the withdrawal of troops, and after a while, Mo Yan returned to the main camp of the Hazakh tribe overnight with more than 30,000 remnants of soldiers.

It's not that Mo Yan is afraid, the strength of the Hasaqi clan in the Central Plains is only 200,000, and this time Mo Yan led his troops to attack Xuanyuan, and brought 80,000, of course, the premise is that they don't know that Xuanyuan also has an artifact.

Now, Xuanyuan's 20,000 soldiers, plus the artifacts they have, have caused a lot of heavy damage to Mo Yan's 80,000 soldiers, and then Murong Qianran's roundabout tactics have destroyed the barracks where Mo Yan is stationed, after all, there are still 30,000 elite soldiers there, but by Murong Tianran's calculations, it is estimated that the total number of injuries and disabilities is only 10,000.

Before the artifact of the Hazaqi clan could be put on the table, the 80,000 elite soldiers had already been calculated by Murong Qianran, and there were more than 40,000 left, and Mo Yan didn't dare to imagine how much he would lose if he continued.

Mo Yan glared at Murong Qianran fiercely, and rode away, this time he really underestimated Xuanyuan Kingdom, he didn't expect that there was such a powerful character in Xuanyuan Kingdom, it seems that he will have to discuss with his brother in the long term after he goes back.

Seeing Mo Yan flee with more than 30,000 remnants, the Xuanyuan soldiers rejoiced, but they didn't expect to fight for the first time and repel the Hasaqi clan without much effort.

That's not all, their original dissatisfaction with Murong Tanran was all filled with the joy of victory.

Murong Qianran calculated the remaining troops, the 20,000 Xuanyuan soldiers she brought, fought with the Hasaqi tribe, and lost a lot, and now the total number of injuries and disability is less than 10,000, but this is already good, after all, using 20,000 troops to repel the enemy's 50,000 is also a skill.

When Murong Qianran sent out a stray bullet, the 80,000 reinforcements behind her came to support after a while, she comforted the disabled soldiers, and then prepared to open the ancient city.

The white figure on the ancient city was allowed to be cold and cold, and the narrow eyes were always looking at the direction of Murong Qianran, because the bright red light fur was very conspicuous among the soldiers.

A soldier beside him handed him a cloak, but he refused, no matter how cold the temperature was, it was no longer as cold as his heart.

Why is she here? Why did you help Xuanyuan Che? Where did her artifact come from?

Lang Xiaoyue had too many questions, he felt that it was necessary for him to meet with Murong Qianran, no matter what the final answer was, he would never let her leave his side again, she could only be his.

When Murong Qianran led the Xuanyuan army to the outside of Gusu City, the tower of Gusu City was full of archers, but Murong Tanran didn't think so, she also wanted to see if the archers on the tower of Gusu City shot accurately, or her firebird was powerful.

"National Teacher, according to the observation of the last general, there is nothing to cover around here, and it is probably not good for our army to be exposed to the enemy army like this", a soldier looked around, looked at Murong Qianran worriedly and said.

Murong Qianran shook his head: "Don't panic, I have my own way."

When she noticed the white figure on the city tower, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned, there was even only one thought in her mind, it was freezing cold, why was he wearing so thin?

Damn, Murong shook his head violently, why should I care about him? He's wearing thin clothes, what's my business?

"The battle between the national teacher and Mo Yan, the son of the eagle and thunder of the Hazakh tribe, is really shocking, I heard that the national teacher of Xuanyuan knows astronomy and geography, and my commander Linlang wants to meet with the national teacher alone, I don't know if it is convenient"? After a long time, Lang Xiaoyue spoke and said loudly.

Murong Qianran was slightly stunned, his blood-red eyes faintly glanced at Lang Xiaoyue on the city tower, and also shouted: "The two countries are at war, war is war, what else is there to say"?

"The national teacher feels that there is nothing to say to Ben Shuai, but Ben Shuai has a thousand words, and he can't finish talking with the national teacher at night", Lang Xiaoyue replied with a bit of ridicule.

In the emptiness, only the voices of the two of them echoed, and everyone held their breath and listened quietly.

Suddenly, in the corner of the city tower, an archer aimed at Murong Qianran, and with a bang, the arrow blade pierced the sky, and the wind hit Murong Qianran's façade, Qingfeng's black eyes suddenly turned cold, and he took out the firebird from his arms, and aimed at the arrow is a shot, and the arrow was split in half by the impact of the bullet, but it still hit Murong Tianran.

And Murong Qianran flew from the horse and jumped lightly to the ground, dodging the arrow that was split in half, his blood-red eyes were extremely cold at this time, he looked at the city tower with a strong murderous aura, and said coldly: "Lang Xiaoyue, I really didn't expect you to be so despicable."

On the city tower, Lang Xiaoyue was also taken aback, hearing Murong Tanran's cold drink, his narrow eyes also became gloomy, and he quickly ordered someone to catch the archer who released arrows without permission.

The archer knelt on the ground, and seemed to be quite puzzled by Lang Xiaoyue's behavior, if the Xuanyuan commander was killed, then these Xuanyuan soldiers would become a plate of scattered sand, and when Linlang sent troops to encircle and suppress, it would definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

"Do you know what you're doing"? Lang Xiaoyue was obviously angry, and he grabbed the archer's shirt and gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Boss, the last general doesn't think he did something wrong", the archer said unwillingly as he greeted Lang Xiaoyue.

Lang Xiaoyue suddenly became angry, pushed the archer to the ground, and drew the long sword from his waist, and before the archer could speak, he was already in a different place.

Lang Xiaoyue threw the long sword that was still dripping blood to the soldier beside him, turned around and looked at Murong Qianran again, but it was obvious that Murong Qianran was not relieved that he had killed the archer.

"National teacher, things are not what you think, now, he released arrows privately, and the marshal has dealt with him in accordance with military law ........"

"The acting is becoming more and more realistic, and your acting skills are becoming more and more perfect, Lang Xiaoyue, do you think I am still the same me I used to be? Let you be deceived and used? Heh...", Murong Qianran didn't allow Lang Xiaoyue to finish speaking, and then interrupted sharply, his words full of hatred and ridicule.