When Xu Fengnian rushed forward, his left hand was gently pressed on the handle of the knife at his waist. From the head of the city to the front and back of the city, you can clearly see the faces of the front of the Chinese army's foot soldiers, in the early morning, those who are all carrying shields in the north of the barbarians gulp mist, many people are in the prime of life, maybe many years ago is the old man of the north who has been in battle for a long time, there may still be nervousness in his eyes, but there is no trace of the first time to go into battle that kind of dazed, this is not strange, whether it is the cavalry to the cavalry to the cavalry, or the heavy infantry to the cavalry to resist the horse formation, can be at the forefront of the soldiers, They are the most warlike and death-daring first-class elites in the army, because what they do is just the word "death".

Beiliang defends the city, first crossbow and then bow and then crossbow, these three axes, in the lying bow city at the mouth of the gourd or the city of Xiaguang, have already made the Beimang foot soldiers suffer enough. And among the "first crossbows", according to the weight of the crossbows, they are full of layers. Bed crossbow, rhubarb crossbow, kicking crossbow, the three most famous heavy crossbows of the Beiliang border army, under the control of the crossbowmen who are subdivided into three types of responsibilities: lifting crossbows, filling crossbows and issuing crossbows, a crossbow arrow is shot out in turn.

Before Xu Fengnian broke into the Beimang battle array, there was a huge bed crossbow bolt at the head of the city behind him, and there was an iron pocket tied to the string, which could completely penetrate a cavalry soldier with a horse on the spot, the crossbow arrows were as big as a gun, one of the crossbow arrows swept over Xu Fengnian's head, shot a moving building, and penetrated directly, the huge crossbow arrows with the blood stains of the corpses in the building did not stop, and fell in the infantry formation behind the building, and a soldier who mistakenly thought that he was lucky enough to line up in the cover can at least die later in the city, Even the shield and chest shot out of the big hole, and the terrifying penetrating force made the soldier completely die before he could feel the pain.

Xu Fengnian pulled out a cool knife in an instant.

Solo Break!

On the front line of the Beimang infantry opposite Xu Fengnian, I saw several soldiers who were responsible for shielding the archers behind them from the rain of arrows, "slowly" lifting their shields.

As soon as Xu Fengnian passed by, the shield of the Beimang soldier and his body were divided into two halves at the same time, and flew to both sides.

In this straight line, the shield-bearers in the first rows and the archers in the back all cracked into a cloud of blood mist without exception.

And in the horizontal position near the straight line, for some reason, compared to the tragic death in the longitudinal direction, the latter were killed and injured silently, perhaps by the subtle thing that was not easy to detect like a thin needle, pierced an imperceptible red spot from the temple, maybe it was pierced from one shoulder to the other, maybe it was through the heart, the death was inexplicable, the death was not terrifying, only after the corpse fell to the ground, there would be some blood stains slowly flowing out of the wound, and the figure that broke through the thick formation was already far behind the corpse.

With an astonishing speed that ordinary martial artists can't reach with the naked eye, the childhood sweetheart Huangtong mayfly spins wildly in the master's four states.

Four flying swords rise from the thunder pool.

Like a sharp weapon pulling a blood groove on the skin, Xu Fengnian broke through the formation one hundred and sixty steps in one go, his body stagnated slightly, and when he looked up, it was expected that there were already three Beimang martial arts masters who smelled the smell of the fish in the vicinity, and in the distance, there were also a group of masters who came one after another. At that time, Xu Fengnian rushed to Hutou City, and saw the extremely orderly retreat of the Beimang army already made him feel deeply troubled, and he also admired Liu Jinu's defense of Hutou City more and more. Xu Fengnian took advantage of the gap that was cut by the head of the first knife master, and shook his wrist very "leisurely", seemingly shaking off the blood on the cold knife at will, but due to that fierce anger, the corpses of those Beimang armor soldiers on the left hand side flew out in pieces.

The master of the sword regarded death as home, and his self-confessed sword infused all his qi with the sword that he had perfected in the transformation realm, and there was a pale cyan qi at the tip of the knife, which was obviously a good cultivation that only a second-grade junior grandmaster could have.

At the same time that the little grandmaster who was destined to die attracted Xu Fengnian's attention, two people on the left and right suddenly increased their speed, and a burly man with bare hands descended from the sky and suddenly pounced forward. And the short old man in Xu Fengnian's right hand closed his mouth tightly, one hand pressed against his chest, and the other hand dragged back in the shape of a long spear, and he bowed his waist and rushed towards the young man who was one of the legendary four great masters in the world. The murderous intent that erupted in an instant made those ordinary soldiers of Beimang who were trembling but not squinting all felt a chill all over their bodies.

The little grandmaster who jumped high and jumped down with a sword like a bamboo, his eyes suddenly widened.

The "old guy" in his hand, who had been dependent on each other for half his life and was also a heavy weapon in the knife, actually stretched out a hand casually to the young man, and held the blade so lightly.

At the same time, the strong man hammered out of his fists was like a heavy blow, his burly body was stunned, and he continued to grit his teeth and rush forward, and then there was a small but continuous sound in his chest again, this Jianghu martial artist who was conscripted into the army by a paper order was indeed a tough guy, and he was still trying to smash his fists on the young man in the pitiful situation that his entire chest was almost pierced back and forth by four flying swords. But the distance is only seven or eight steps, it seems to be close to the end of the world, his body after four consecutive impacts, not only the chest blood flows, but the face is bleeding, the footsteps are staggering, and finally can only sway, the punch that drains the vitality of life, in the end it can only be weak, as if trying to touch the opponent's shoulder, the man's eyes are full of unwillingness, he fell to the ground and died, in the end he failed to touch a piece of the man's clothes.

Before the strong man died, the little grandmaster who slashed at Xu Fengnian took out his weapon, slapped Xu Fengnian on the chest, and flew out.

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