Dressed neatly, the burly figure looked even more upright at the moment, and was arranged in the team, and Ma Yang was the tallest one.

"Brother, your height is easy to be a target!"

"It's better to go to the cavalry, carrying a shield here is a bit unsuitable for you." The soldiers, who had been earning hedrons here all year round, laughed.

"Woo! …… Woo! ”

With the sound of the horn as the starting signal, the neat procession began to leave the city gate and head to the battle site, the dust on both sides of the team was flying, countless horses' hooves loomed from the smoke and dust, Ma Yang carried a huge shield almost to the height of his chest, holding a standard saber in his hand, and the heavy black iron armor was on his body as if there was nothing, and when he arrived at the front line of the battlefield, there was no sweat on his forehead.

The transformation of the physique and the results of training are vividly reflected at this time.

"This time, we must break through the fortifications and take the Frost River Fortress in one fell swoop! Come on! The roar from the big tent of the Chinese army instantly disrupted the positions of the two armies that had just stabilized, and the Iron Wall Battalion protected the huge shield on its chest and charged at the front, and they were greeted by heavy cavalry with armor on their horses' legs.

When the heavy cavalry rushes over, the shield in the front row is tilted upward, so that the opponent's horse steps on the shield through the angle, and the shield behind is completely above the head, allowing the horse to take off, and the long knife is stretched out in the gap, tearing the opponent from the bottom up, or separating the left and right, allowing the heavy cavalry to fall from the air, and then mending the knife.

The cavalry reacted quickly, controlling their mounts to stomp downward, and most of the shield soldiers could not withstand this tremendous force, and some even bled to death from the shock.

Ma Yang held the shield in one hand, the edge of the shield was polished very sharp, Ma Yang directly rushed to the opposite side with the shield on his arms, and rammed in the heavy armored cavalry camp with human strength, but anyone who collided with it was all impacted.

Behind the cavalry team is the swordsman, seeing the opponent's lone army deep, the swordsman who charged behind instantly completed the encirclement of Ma Yang, the shield can only protect the frontal attack, but for the back can not be defended, more than ten swordsmen almost at the same time swing the sword, Ma Yang is short, jumping on the upright shield, the shield under his feet is splashed by the sparks of many long swords, Ma Yang simply threw the long knife, took out the long stick and swung it.

The tip of the stick swept in a circle, hitting each swordsman's head accurately, spitting out blood with broken teeth, and being killed in seconds in just one round, Ma Yang was also a little stunned, he didn't expect the effect to be so good.

Simply abandoning his shield and slamming his stick in both hands in the crowd of swordsmen, wherever the long stick went, the killers were turned on their horses, and the archers and priests began to notice that the rat droppings that had fallen in the soup could not be cleaned up for a long time.

As for the role of priests, Ma Yang had already understood before the battle, they can give various buff states, such as making people's movements more agile, more powerful, etc., and can also give the other party the effect of sluggishness, sluggishness, etc.

It was obvious that a priest was doing something to himself just now, and several different colors of light flashed on his body, but he felt his heartbeat in his chest accelerate a few times, and the discomfort disappeared.

Tinder is helping to clear these negative energies! The Shenlin Sword responded to his thoughts, and the faint phantom shielded the priest's spells, and instead killed more vigorously in the battle circle.

Every time you kill the opposing soldier, there will be a reward of ten spars, the number on the identity card keeps changing, the swordsman who was killed by the long stick is impossible to count, Ma Yang's back actually formed a vacuum road, the corpses of the swordsman are everywhere, no one dares to move forward for a while, and the battlefield is cut off by this person.

"Whoosh!" A beautiful flower feather arrow flew out of the crowd, the arrow was a slender triangular shape, carved with a delicate blood groove, if it was pulled out after shooting, the damage would be worse than when it was shot, and the tail of the arrow hung on the tail of the arrow, probably taken from the bird's feathers after processing, turned into red and white light when flying.

However, this speed is inevitably too fast, even Ma Yang's reflexes only let the long stick block in front of him, Hua Ling's arrow shot into the stick body, fixed on it, and the force of the shot made the stick have a curved arc.

"Huh? Interesting. Among the archers, there was a voice of interest, an archer with a hood whose face could not be seen clearly, kept taking arrows from the quiver and shooting arrows so fast that he could even ignore the presence of the bow itself.

The arrows shot from various angles in turn, forming a tight formation in the air, if you dodge, you will definitely be shot, this arrow method is extremely exquisite, and the appearance of the hooded man made Ma Yang put away his previous relaxed mentality.

The long stick spun rapidly and moved forward quickly, with the advantage of strength Ma Yang planned to rush straight into the crowd, when the archers were approached, their advantage was gone, thinking of this Ma Yang came with a rain of arrows, and the other party didn't seem to be afraid, still standing on that level.

Because the long stick was collided, it couldn't block all the feather arrows in time, and it was hit in the shoulder for a long time.

At this moment, Ma Yang's forward body came to a standstill, and the force of the arrow seemed to be on the acupuncture point, and the numbness gradually disappeared after a few seconds. Seeing this, the archers also began to fire volleys in turn, trying to suppress Ma Yang in the rain of arrows.

The long stick touched the ground, Ma Yang pressed the stick to an extremely curved point, and used the inertia of the forward rush to make a pole vault, which happened to be stuck in the interval of the salvo, flying from the air while holding the stick with both hands to make a move to "split mountains and rivers", and the target was the hooded man directly below.

"Humph! Well done! The hooded man jumped backwards shortly, and at the same time held the end of the bow with one hand and waved, Ma Yang raised his stick to meet him, he didn't expect the hooded man's melee combat skills to be so skillful, and the bow body carved with exquisite patterns was like a long knife, blocking Ma Yang half a meter in front of him.

Long-range archers are more melee combat, I don't know who said this sentence first, the more recognized the shortcomings, the stronger the more they will practice, so as to become their own killer weapon.

From time to time, the hooded man will also draw arrows quickly, grabbing one end of the arrow and using it as a dagger, which is very threatening to Ma Yang, and the long stick suffers a little in complete melee combat, and the length of the weapon is not suitable for this kind of close combat.

A stick missed, and the hooded man caught the opportunity, the bow and arrow were tightened and shot out with a bowstring, and the close-fitting arrow hit Ma Yang's chest, and Ma Yang fell head-on, with a flower feather arrow inserted in his chest that was not three inches.

"It's tough." Seeing that an arrow killed the other party, the hooded man habitually stepped forward to check if he was completely dead, and when he reached out and squatted down and stuck it to his throat, Ma Yang drilled a sharp sword out of his chest and inserted it into the hooded man's chest through the armor.

Blood splattered and fell on Ma Yang's smiling face, and the incredible expression on the hooded man's face froze, he couldn't believe that Hua Ling's arrow was blocked by Ma Yang's sword, and this sword was actually stored on the inside of the armor.

This was also the time when he was in a hurry, and when he couldn't dodge it, Ma Yang simply summoned the Shenlin Sword and acted in this fake death, and the hooded man really died in this scam.

Push the corpse away, simply take off the torn armor, carry the long stick behind your back, and pick up the opponent's bow and quiver, both of which look ordinary, and now they are their trophies.

Ma Yang didn't notice that the number of the identity tag in his pocket skyrocketed by 10,000 points.

Seeing that the hooded man was killed by Ma Yang, who suddenly got up, the formation in the back row was instantly chaotic, and seeing that the general trend had gone, the priests ran towards the fortress one after another.

The Frost River Fortress was built behind the Frost River, and the reason why it is called the Frost River is precisely because the temperature of the river is cold to the heart, but it will not be frozen all year round, and the surrounding air will have fog because of the cold water vapor, and this river has also become the damnation of the fortress, and many attacks have failed because of this river.

Ma Yang was the first to come to the fortress, the outside of the pitch-black fortress was completely wrapped in hard black iron, and only a few gaps were exposed to provide a view.

"Throw both the armor and the shield into the river!" Ma Yang did not hesitate to let the shield soldiers around him remove their armor and throw them into the river, which soon played the role of cutting off the sandbags, and the frost river was cut off!

Seeing this, everyone rushed in with shouts, losing the weight of their shields, and the speed of the shield men's charge was not inferior to that of the cavalry, and the archers on the fortress fired volleys, which also caused a large number of casualties. Ma Yang inserted the long stick into the gap, used it as a springboard, and actually came to the archer's space.

The size of the circular lookout hole was about thirty centimeters, and the archers didn't worry about the strong man in front of them getting in, but it was incredible that Ma Yang tightened his body and held the sword with both hands, and drilled in like a drill.

The archers were already shocked by his recent killing of the hooded man, but now he miraculously got in, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, his sword was deadly, and while causing a lot of damage in the group of archers, the shield soldiers below who had lost their shields had already come to the gate of the fortress and relied on brute force to open the gate alive.

"In the name of the god of death, I give the most vicious curse to those in front of me!" The priests began to chant, and Ma Yang felt that there seemed to be something staring at him in the dark, and the phantom of the tall trees behind him unconsciously appeared, and the fire on it trembled, canceling out the power of the priests.

"No way, you have the power of a fetish to resist death! Who the hell are you! The eldest priest looked in horror at the man who was laughing at him, and the next moment the shining sword light fell on his neck, and the head fell to the ground......

The war-torn Frost River Fortress was captured like this, not so much because Lion Tiger City was well prepared this time, but because Ma Yang's personal ability was too good, almost with the strength of one person to block thousands of troops and horses, after the battle, Wu Xun had already equalized with the current city host of Lion Tiger City.

"Don't worry, Lion Tiger City is still yours." Looking at the slightly fat middle-aged man in front of him, he was a little frightened, although he was well disguised, the pair of clenched fists in his sleeves had already been noticed by Ma Yang.

"And what do you want?" The middle-aged man asked calmly. The young man in front of him was too terrifying, although he didn't show any malice towards himself, he felt like he was being locked in.

"We have the same martial arts, and now the Frost River Fortress is not managed by anyone, so I will go here to be the city lord, don't object, right?"

"No objection, no objection, but these soldiers ......"

"I don't want it."