Yun Feiyang took Li Jin behind him and comforted.

"You are not his opponent, withdraw the interest rate first, and leave the rest to me!"

Li Jin's task was not completed, and he refused to retreat, unwilling to do so.

"I can still fight, if you want to withdraw, I won't withdraw!"

Yun Feiyang's Qiwu career has been nearly thirty years, and he has his own way of surviving on the battlefield, how can he not know the momentum of a hot-blooded man like Li Jin, Yun Feiyang himself came over like this, but decades of experience tell him that this kind of momentum is not a good thing at all.

Looking at Li Jin's cloaked appearance, it was obvious that it was difficult to resist the enemy, so Yun Feiyang patiently persuaded him.

"I understand your earnestness, but this battlefield is not a place where our warriors should fight hard, you are still young, there is a place for you in this world, listen to my advice, withdraw!"

Yun Feiyang told him well, but he didn't listen to a word, but was abused by Li Jin.

"Coward! You are still a pact warrior, and you actually said such words that violated the martial arts, you have to fight the battlefield, and we are protecting the tens of millions of people in the pact country. ”

"That being said, there's no need to ...... it now."

"Phew!"

Li Jin spat in front of Yun Feiyang, spread his hand to support him, and stepped forward alone, he really sneered at this kind of martial artist who did not have the spirit of martial arts.

Yun Feiyang's intention is just to want Li Jin to weigh the current situation and make some compromises, first withdraw and then make countermeasures, the role of the Pact warriors on this battlefield is to open an offensive opening for the Pact country, and if it doesn't work once, it will be good to change it again, there is really no need to fight to the end.

And it is precisely this Li Jin who is the master of this kind of oil and salt that does not enter the enemy's position and does not break the enemy's swear, and Yun Feiyang can only sigh.

"Alas!"

The domineering sword momentum was blocked, and the blood demon was slightly suspicious in his heart.

"I can't imagine that there is such a master hidden in the Zhongdu army!"

Then he looked over, and saw that Li Jin and Yun Feiyang had already crossed the shallows one after the other, and stopped looking at each other fifteen steps in front of the bloody body.

Fifteen steps was the distance of the bloody sword momentum, which was obviously deliberately done by the other party, but he still looked indifferent and said calmly.

"Two against one? Interesting! ”

Nanqiu Iron Gully rode as a brown tall horse, saw the situation on the battlefield clearly, saw the disadvantage in the middle, and then sent fifty heavy armored iron cavalry to support, Yiren drunk here did not show weakness, seeing that the middle road was good, he seized the opportunity to send a hundred cavalry charge, Nanqiu Iron Gully saw that Yiren was drunk and sent a hundred cavalry to charge, not only not in a hurry, but disdainfully chuckled.

"Huh! After all, she is still a woman, and she doesn't know how to use soldiers! ”

Forthwith!

Nanqiu Iron Gully ordered, and one hundred horsemen rushed out from the left and right roads of the Dongyi army's formation to help Wu Mang and Xunfeng respectively.

The Yiren drunken army was limited, and the battle had just begun, so she wanted to leave her forces to the middle lane with an advantage, so she only sent a hundred horsemen to fight.

The cavalry galloped, three hundred paces came in an instant, and the middle road was suddenly short-handed.

Before the fifty iron horsemen entered the field, the blood demon took the lead in raising his sword.

Boom!

The sword came out, and a five-zhang red sword momentum lifted off countless sand and stones, and each one of them swept away with flying swords.

Seeing this, Li Jin steadied his horse, his seven-foot horse chopping knife was horizontal in front of his chest, and he quickly rotated in his hands to form a shield wall, making a loud noise.

Suddenly, the sound of ping-pong crashing came to mind.

Li Jin blocked the sword immortal's bloody sword momentum, and was about to fight back, when he suddenly heard Yun Feiyang shouting sharply.

"Beware!"

Looking at it then, the sword immortal was no longer fifteen steps away, and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and cold sweat soaked in it.