In the field of vision of the figures and the constant shaking, the yellow flag of the large array of the Beihu infantry army still looks extremely eye-catching.

Chen Yi's heart shook violently, and he realized that he had already killed in the center of the big array.

As long as you can cut down the yellow flag, even if you don't kill through the big array, it is equivalent to breaking the formation.

Even if the Beihu soldiers are the elite of a hundred battles, if they lose the yellow flag, they will inevitably be shaken and their morale will plummet, and even if they are not defeated, their combat strength will be greatly reduced.

"Capture the flag!" Chen Yi pointed the long knife in his hand at the yellow flag, roared to greet his guards, and quickly rushed over.

Before the yellow flag, within a distance of one hundred and ten steps, there were dense armor soldiers, the number was too large to distinguish, the guns and spears in the battle array were like a forest, and the danger was impossible to guess, but at this moment, Chen Yi had nothing else in his mind except blood, and he would only go all out if he identified the goal.

He had the toughest battle since the war.

Perhaps the strength of the cultivator in front of him was not stronger than when he first entered the formation, but his state was no longer at its peak, and the strength of the guards around him was also close to this time, and the number was greatly reduced.

Chen Yi took the lead in the Beihu battle formation guarding the Yellow Banner, but he failed to run left and right like before, on the contrary, he seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, like a thousand pounds, his pace became heavier and heavier, his movement became more and more difficult, and the battle space was constantly compressed by the Beihu cultivators.

The obstacle did not discourage Chen Yi, but made him even angrier, and the ruthlessness in his chest became higher and higher.

Cutting down the two cultivators in front of him, stepping on each other's corpses, and feeling that the guard's response and support for him were declining, he was unwilling and annoyed, and raised his knife and shouted loudly:

"Forward, forward! Those who retreat are killed, and those who are afraid of war are killed!"

Perhaps it was the military order that had a deterrent effect, or perhaps the guards noticed that Chen Yi needed more responses, and more cultivators gathered, allowing Chen Yi to continue to slash forward.

In fact, Chen Yi had already noticed that on both sides of his and Fang Moyuan's team, not far away, his own cavalry had entered the battle, and they were also fighting forward.

It's just that apart from the surroundings of him and Fang Moyuan, the other directions of the Beihu Infantry Army's large array are still in a tight formation, and because their own cavalry is not led by the late stage of the Yuan Shen Realm, and the middle stage of the Yuan Shen Realm is not too much, the offensive is limited.

As a result, even if the Beihu Great Array was attacked by cavalry, it still had the power to resist, and there was no sign of being easily broken.

Although the cavalry offensive did not start quickly, it did relieve them a lot of pressure, many Beihu cultivators had to intercept the cavalry, and now they were closest to the Yellow Banner, Chen Yi's military literacy told him that only they could take the Yellow Banner and win a chance for the army.

It's another motivation that keeps him going.

Killing a group of Beihu Ruishi who came up with a scream, Chen Yi had two more wounds on his body, he couldn't remember how many injuries he had suffered, he only felt that his whole body seemed to be burning, and his head, hands, legs and torso seemed to be in no place without pain.

But compared to the throbbing pain of the sea of qi, these injuries were nothing, he knew that his true qi had been almost consumed, and now it was completely under the stimulation of the recovery pill, overdrawing his body's potential, and the time he could fight was running out.

After a desperate fight, the yellow flag was close in front of him, but it was only about twenty paces away.

Chen Yi stared at the enemy in front of him, gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his body, waved his arm as heavy as a mountain, and slashed out one knife after another, and a voice always recalled in his mind: "One more step forward, one more step forward...... One more step forward!"

With the exhaustion of his strength, Chen Yi's battle turned into a will support.

He'd been fighting for so long, he'd broken through so far, he wasn't willing to fall when he was only a stone's throw away from the Yellow Flag, and if he was destined to fall in this flesh and blood hell, it would have to be after cutting off the enemy's Yellow Flag!

Suddenly, a Beihu cultivator who rushed out of the leopard-like oblique stab slammed into Chen Yi's body.

He was already covered in scales and weak strength, and as if he was struck by lightning, he felt that his internal organs were churning violently, and he was about to spit out of his throat and eyes in an instant.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, he couldn't hold his feet steady anymore, he was thrown to the ground, and the moment he landed, he saw several Beihu cultivators stabbing them with spears at the same time!

Is this going to die?

Chen Yi, who realized this, widened his eyes.

He didn't die.

Two guards, who pounced in time, pressed on him and blocked the enemy's spears with their bodies.

Seeing his siblings spitting blood and dying in front of him, Chen Yi's eyes burst apart!

Pulled up from the ground by the other guards, Chen Yi's hoarse voice let out a low roar, and he rushed forward, slashing the long knives one after another, cutting down the Beihu cultivators in front of him to the ground one after another.

The rickety's body was bathed in blood mist, two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, his hands with green muscles and violent muscles held the horizontal knife tightly, and he collided with the enemy's blades all at once, Chen Yiru's eyes were staring ahead, and he kept yelling in his heart: "Forward, forward!"

Finally, he made his way through the crowd and reached the yellow flag.

Desperately trying his last strength, Chen Yi raised his knife and slashed down.

He once used the knife in his hand to cut off the heads of countless dog officials and wicked people.

He once used the knife in his hand to uphold justice for hundreds of people.

He once used the knife in his hand to cut out a trace of righteous light for this dark and chaotic world.

Tonight, he used the knife in his hand to resist the enemy on the battlefield.

Now, with the knife in his hand, he slashed the yellow flag in the seemingly invincible Beihu army, and opened a chance for his comrades to win this war!

He did slash the Yellow Flag, but unfortunately, the blade only stayed on the surface of the flagpole and failed to cut it.

Chen Yi stiffened, and his eyes protruded as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.

It's not that he didn't have the strength to cut off the Yellow Flag in the first place, but at this moment, a Beihu cultivator who had already fallen suddenly struggled to stand up, and when there was no guard standing beside him, and he didn't have time to guard against it, he stabbed him in the ribs of the waist!

Chen Yi turned his head in astonishment and looked at the Beihu cultivator who had attacked him.

He saw that the other party was covered in blood, half of his face was scorched and blurred, revealing rolled flesh and bones, indescribably hideous and miserable, but at this moment, the other party actually showed a relieved and relaxed smile, as if in the last time of his life, he finally completed his greatest mission.

Obviously, the other party is the Yellow Flag Guardian.

The gleam in Chen Yishuang's eyes gradually faded.

At the end, his gaze fell back on the yellow flag, on his own horizontal knife.

He concentrated all his energy and wanted to push forward one more time, letting the crossblade cut off the flagpole.

However, the attempt was in vain, he had no strength in his body, and not only that, but his spirit was crumbling, and his eyes began to blacken. He couldn't even stand and was about to fall, so how could he cut off this yellow flag?

Grief, indignation, unwillingness and pain made Chen Yi's facial features distort together, and the blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes increased.

A moment before he fell, a long knife suddenly appeared, hitting the back of his horizontal knife accurately, and with a bang, the horizontal knife that had stopped moved forward again, cutting off the yellow flag at once!

After the yellow flag fell, Chen Yi also fell down and fell into the pile of corpses.

When he closed his eyes, he smiled comfortingly and easily.

He did his best in this battle. I did my best, I did my best.

He achieved the goal of the bloody battle and completed the mission of this battle.

Though he is still glorious in death.

He felt that he would never live up to his husband's seven-foot body!