The sound of the sky and the earth cracking came from all directions of Hengzhou City at the same time, and the silence of Hengzhou City was like a glass lantern, which was smashed into pieces by this sudden hustle and bustle.

The officers and soldiers on the night patrol rode through the streets and alleys of Hengzhou City, shouting: "Turkic night attack." "Turkic Night Attack!" "Take up arms!"

"Go up to the walls!"

"Let's go to the North City!" Under the chaos, Peng Wuwang listened attentively to the movement, and found that the shouting and killing sound at the north gate was the most poignant, and immediately shouted loudly.

Under the leadership of Peng Wuwang, Peng Wuxing, Li Xiaotian, Lu Wuwu, Zuo Lianshan, Keqing Zheng Juechen, Hong Sixue, Lian Feng, Lei Yechang, and Xiao Liechen under the leadership of Peng Wuwang, they all stepped on their mounts and rushed towards the north gate.

The north gate of Hengzhou was garrisoned by the Hebei people, and thousands of Hebei soldiers fought fiercely with hundreds of black-clothed Turkic warriors above the city. No one knows how these ghostly Turkic black-clad warriors took advantage of the darkness to rush to the city, but when they gained a foothold on the city walls, countless Hebei warriors screamed and fell under their swords.

"Flame cultists!" Everyone in the Flying Tiger Dart Bureau, who knew how powerful, didn't think about it, and they danced their blades and rushed towards the desperate night with a shout.

Peng Wuwang, who rushed to the front, stabbed the first Flame Sect member he encountered with a single sword, but the black-clothed warrior did not fall immediately, he grinned and gripped Peng Wuhope's right hand knife tightly with both hands, so that it could not move a bit. Beside him, several black-clothed warriors roared and pounced, and several sabers slashed wildly towards the various vital points on Peng Wuwang's waist and body. Peng Wuwang snorted angrily, wiped his waist with his left hand, and the sword in his left hand flashed, and the flowing knife style cleanly sealed the sabers of several Flame Sect members at the outer door. At this moment, the Flame Sect member who was holding the knife in his right hand suddenly poked his head out and bit fiercely towards the vein of his right hand.

A hideous smile appeared on Peng Wuhope's face, and his left hand knife gracefully and calmly circled the right side of his body, and with a stroke, the match-like sword light drew two graceful arcs in the night, and the head of the fierce Flame Sect member flew high into the air, and his hands were also cut into four sections by the first circle of sword light, and the front two sections were still tightly holding Peng Wuhope's right hand.

He looked indifferently at the stump on his arm, and without hesitation, the knife in his right hand stabbed at the enemy in front of him. His unique bravery deeply shook the powerful enemy in front of him at this moment. Those black-clothed cultists let out a frenzied cry in unison, and the saber rushed towards him headlessly. The trick of losing their cool flashed in Peng Wuwang's eyes, and the flaws around them had been exposed. Peng Wuwang's twin knives rose and fell in an orderly manner, and with his agile and changing figure, thousands of strange light marks were drawn in the night sky. A black-clothed cultist was slashed in two by his fierce slash, and blood smeared the night sky, as well as the heads and faces of several warriors beside him. A soldier was busy wiping away the blood foam that covered his eyes with his hand, only to see Peng Wuwang's steel knife as bright as autumn water withdrawn from his chest, and large streams of blood gushed out like a fountain. The warriors beside him heard his screams, did not dare to open their blood-soaked eyes, and waved their sabers and shields wildly, and retreated one after another, but they felt a desperate sting in their throats one after another, and the whimper of the wind-blown bamboo shoots sounded in their ears.

Stepping on the corpses of the Flame Sect members, Peng Wuwang's reddened twin swords rushed across the head of Hengzhou City like a martial god descending into the world, breaking out of a blood-drenched gap in the strong formation composed of those Turkic flame elites. Following his figure, more than a dozen dart masters of the Flying Tiger Dart Bureau, Keqing, brandished their respective blades and killed the black-clothed warriors who were forcibly separated by Peng Wuhope. The sound of shouting, fighting, and the sound of blade clashing resounded in the city of Hengzhou. The air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood and the smell of pine oil burnt from the torches, which was breathless. With the help of the Flying Tiger Dart Bureau, the Hebei Elders barely blocked the fierce attack of the Flame Elite, and fought fiercely with the Turkic army that climbed the city wall, recovering the lost territory at the head of the city inch by inch.

Peng Wuwang stabbed his two knives into the body of the black-clothed sect member standing in front of him at the same time, stabbing him straight down from the city, only to find that he had finally killed on the side of the city wall. Before his eyes was a sea of flames as bright as day. Hundreds of thousands of Turkic armies lit torches for lighting at the same time, and the flames that were extinguished all over the mountains and fields danced neatly with the night wind, like a huge sea, undulating and changing. Under the fierce attack of the Turks, the city of Hengzhou is like a lonely boat in the angry sea, and no one knows where it will drift or what its fate will be. Those who are on it can only sway and rise with it, silently waiting for their final fate.

"Kill!" The rumbling shouts of the Turks rushed into Peng Wuhope's ears, and the ladders all over the city were erected at the same time, and countless Turkic warriors were biting torches in their mouths and climbing up, and under the bright firelight, people could clearly see their red and blood-like eyes, and each pair of eyes were longing for blood.

"Defend the territory and fight the enemy!" Guide Zhonglang resounded the voice of Jiang Wanghong Zhong throughout Beicheng. The old people of Hebei who were fighting all over the city opened their throats and shouted loudly, in response to the shouts of the main general, and desperately killed the Turks who climbed to the top of the city. This roar also made Peng Wuwang come to his senses from a momentary trance. He shouted loudly and cut down the black-clad flame warriors who had climbed up to the city around him.

There was a loud bang, and another ladder hit the top of the city. Peng Wuwang put away his double knives, pushed up the long wood prepared by the city to deal with the cloud ladder, and forcefully resisted the horizontal steps of the cloud ladder in front of him, and used all his strength to push hard.

The ladder staggered away from the city, stood upright in the air for a moment, and slowly fell in the opposite direction. The enemy soldier who was crawling on the ladder let out a deafening exclamation, and as the ladder fell to the ground, it fell into a bloody mess.

This push used up almost all of Peng Wuhope's strength, and there was a flash of Venus in front of his eyes. At that moment, a black-clad warrior roared and swung his saber and slashed at his neck. He exhaled and struggled to raise his left hand, trying to grab his knife-wielding right hand.

An oolong-like black shadow flashed before his eyes, and the warrior who wanted to cut him flew far away from the city with his sword, flipped several times in the air, and fell to the ground in a strange posture, blood splattered into a pool of blood around him.

Hong Sixue's red-clothed figure appeared beside Peng Wuwang like a fairy. "Sixue." A smile of relief appeared on Peng Wuhope's face, "Good whip."

"Big brother, take care!" Hong Sixue glanced at him deeply, and with a turn, the flame-like figure was once again swept into the black figure surging all over the city.

"Okay." Peng Wuwang pulled out his twin swords again, let out a loud shout, and rushed towards the countless enemy soldiers in front of him.

"The East Gate is lost!" "Go to the East Gate!" Panicked shouts rang out from within the city. In the midst of the battle with the Flame Cultists, Peng Wuhope's two single swords were both curled, and he casually threw both swords to the ground, punching an oncoming Turkic warrior to death, snatching his saber in his hand. At this time, Lei Yechang appeared beside him and said in a loud voice: "Brother Peng, the battle at the North Gate has taken a turn for the better, and it is almost handed over to Gongzi Lian and the three of them here, let's go to the East Gate."

Peng Wuwang raised his head and saw Xiao Liechen, Lian Feng and Zheng Juechen, three white-clothed figures galloping across the city, and everywhere they went, the Turkic warriors were invincible, and they were very angry. He nodded and said, "The three brothers are indeed extraordinary, let's go."

A pleased smile appeared on Lei Yechang's face, and he swung his iron and eyebrow stick, sweeping several enemy soldiers in front of him into a rolling gourd, and ran towards the east gate side by side with Peng Wuwang.

The tide of Turkic armies poured down from the walls of the East Gate, and the defenders guarding the East Gate fought all night, with less than 200 people left, defending the East Gate and fighting frantically with the overwhelming Turkic warriors. No one used any defensive moves, and every action made by Tang Bing was only slashing, stabbing, slashing, slashing, and stabbing again. The Tang soldiers standing on the periphery didn't know how many knives and guns they had hit, and their bodies were full of carved arrows, but as long as there was still a breath, they still insisted on standing in front of the east gate, slashing at the enemy soldiers who pounced.

When Peng Wuwang and Lei Yechang saw this scene, their eyes were split for a while, and they roared wildly and waved their swords and sticks, killing the Turkic soldiers and horses surrounding the east gate.

As soon as the two of them came into contact with the enemy soldiers, a black light burst through the wind like angry lightning. Peng Wuwang flashed suddenly, only to feel a carved arrow fly against his cheek. "Who is so good at archery?" Peng Wuwang was shocked in his heart, and before he had time to think about it, he met the three black-clothed sect members.

He thought that he was still encountering the black-clothed Flame Sect members, so he stretched out his saber and handed a knife to each of the three people, and his body surged, and he was about to squeeze through them and go to reinforce the Tang soldiers in front of the east gate. At this moment, the two men in black suddenly stabbed at the same time, and with an extremely accurate knife technique, they blocked the path of Peng Wuwang's knife. The other man in black wiped his hands around his waist, pulled out a six-foot soft gun, shook his hands, and the soft gun was like a poisonous snake towards Peng Wuwang's throat, and the timing was exactly right. Peng Wuwang was desperately rushing forward at this time, leaning forward, as if he was pressing his throat to the tip of the soft gun.

"Brother Peng, be careful!" Seeing that Peng Wuwang was in danger, Lei Ye stepped forward with an arrow, grinding his iron and eyebrow sticks in one hundred thousand strokes, blowing the wind, and swept towards the three strange black-clothed warriors. At this moment, three black-clothed men appeared as if out of thin air, ghostly in front of Lei Yechang, a long-handled mountain opening axe, a three-pointed two-edged knife, and a bright silver hook sickle spear were raised at the same time, swinging his powerful stick away lightly.

Seeing the tip of the spear getting closer and closer to him, Peng Wuwang suddenly understood that it was these masters who were dressed like the black-clothed Flame Sect members who took advantage of the carelessness of the defenders of the East Gate to kill all the generals of the East Gate in one fell swoop, causing the defenders to fall into chaos and making the Turkic army easily attack the city. He let go of his saber and exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his body that rushed forward like an arrow suddenly lost all its general weakness, and then he knelt down on his knees, and threw his head back sharply, his whole body fell backwards as soft as a bone, and the sky illuminated by the beacon fire of the city filled his eyes for a moment, and he could even clearly see the trajectory of the dark clouds surging in the air slowly moving. The tip of the six-foot soft gun brushed the tip of his nose and flashed in front of his eyes, and the icy cold air passed into his body along the barrel of the gun. At this moment, he realized that he was at such a distance of a millimeter, and he was passing by death.

"This Hengzhou City may be my resting place." A strange smile appeared on Peng Wuhope's face, and he exhaled and let out a thunderous roar, his left leg raised sharply on his knees, and his knee slammed under the six-foot soft gun that lay above his body. The man in black with the soft gun only felt a strong force coming from the barrel of the gun, and the six-foot soft gun was raised high, and he struggled to shake his wrists, trying to control the direction of the barrel of the gun. However, at this moment, there was a figure of Peng Hopeless rising in front of his eyes. Peng Wuwang reached out with his right foot in the air and pointed his foot on the barrel of the gun. The man in black watched in amazement as his soft spear was kicked into a rounded arc, the tip of which thundered into his throat, and then he felt the choking sensation that made him desperate. His hands suddenly let go of the barrel of the gun, and the barrel that curled into an arc collapsed into a straight line in an instant. Peng Wuwang retracted his right leg in the air, and his left leg flicked violently, kicking hard at the end of the barrel. Under his control, the soft spear that changed hands passed through the throat of the man in black like a cloud, drawing a long line of blood in the air, and piercing deeply into the body of the other man in black.

When Peng Wuwang fell to the ground, the corpses of the two black-clothed masters lay across the ground, and the last opponent in front of him roared wildly and brandished his long knife, slashing at his neck with a thunderbolt. This knife is blowing with a piercing wind, and the knife intent is concise and crisp, and it is precisely because it is concise to the extreme, it is full of indomitable and majestic momentum. Peng Wuwang stood sideways suddenly, quietly watching the unstoppable knife pass in front of him, then he slapped his hands obliquely, sandwiched the knife in the middle, and then raised his left elbow lightly, and lightly touched the crook of the knife-wielding right arm of the man in black. The man in black felt a tingle on Qu Chi's acupoint, his hand couldn't help but let go, and the long knife in his hand fell into Peng Wuhope's hand, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared in despair, and then he only felt a coldness in his chest and abdomen.

Shaking the body of the man in black to the ground, Peng Wuwang put the saber he had snatched between his elbows and raised his head. At this time, in front of the east gate, there was a long row of angry shouts from Lei Ye, and in the sound of the blade clashing, the twisted and deformed long-handled battle axe, the bright silver hooked sickle bent into the shape of a curved ruler, and the three-pointed two-edged knife broken into three flew into the air, drew a few hollow circles, and then fell to the ground with a long slam. "Bo Bo Bo" three crisp sounds sounded in Peng Wuwang's ears, as if they were the cracking sound of ripe melons and fruits falling to the ground. He turned his head, and was just about to raise his eyes to look, when a fishy mucus rushed towards him, and immediately made him look at him. He wiped his face vigorously, but saw three black-clothed men with their heads smashed lying on their backs in front of him, white ** and red blood flowing all over the ground.

Lei Ye raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly, and in front of him, more than a dozen frightened Turkic soldiers were running in all directions. Looking at the red and white liquid in his hand, Peng Wuwang glanced at his comrades-in-arms beside him, and said with a wry smile, "Brother Lei is a good stick." Immediately after that, he opened his mouth and spat out a field of bitter water.

Suddenly, there was a silence in the killing field at the east gate for more than a dozen breaths, and Peng Wuwang and Lei Yechang looked around blankly, only to find that the two were caught in the circle of hundreds of Turkic warriors who were eyeing each other. The shouts of killing at the east gate became weaker and weaker, and there were few officers and soldiers left in front of the city gate.

"Brother Lei, be careful." Peng Wuwang held the saber horizontally, twisted the knife trick, and said in a deep voice. Lei Ye Chang stood back to back with him, his iron eyebrow stick pointed straight ahead, smiled bitterly, and said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect to die here today."

"Ho!" An order was heard from the camp of the Turks, and a large group of Turkic warriors armed with spears lined up at the front of the line. Hundreds of sharp spears were firmly pointed at the two Reppon. Peng Wuwang and Lei Yechang's faces both showed a look of absolute expression, this is a spear formation that specializes in dealing with masters, hundreds of spears are stabbed together, even immortals are not immune.

At this critical moment of life and death, behind them, there was the sound of earth-shaking people shouting and neighing, hundreds of horses galloping wildly carrying the Hebei warriors who were draped all over their bodies poured out from the streets of Hengzhou City, Jiang Wang, who was in golden helmets and golden armor, took the lead and rushed into the killing array of hundreds of Turks. The war horse under his crotch trampled on the corpses of the Turks, and rushed into the spear formation, he hung the spear on the saddle, leaned down from the horse, grabbed Peng Wuwang with his left hand, grabbed Lei Yechang with his right hand, and pushed with both arms. Peng Wuwang and Lei Yechang only felt that their bodies were pushed by a huge force, as if two floating clouds were drifting far away to both sides. Immediately afterwards, the hurricaneous Hebei horse team swept through the entire east gate at a gallop, and all the enemy soldiers walking upright in front of the east gate were trampled into mud of flesh and blood. The Hebei Iron Cavalry jumped up the city wall along the city steps, and the athletes on the horse waved their sabers vigorously and slashed desperately at the enemy army occupying the city. The hurried Turkic warriors could not resist the iron cavalry assault of the galloping Hebei soldiers, and the corpses covered every corner of the eastern city wall of Hengzhou.

Looking at the unstoppable vertical and horizontal rush of the Hebei Iron Cavalry, Peng Wuwang and Lei Yechang had blood in their chests, and at the same time, they shouted loudly, raised their swords and sticks together, followed behind the Hebei Xiong soldiers, and killed the enemy army at the head of the city. The howls, cries, and roars of the Turks resounded through the sky.