Except for those who maintained the scene, the rest of Cang Yan quietly merged into Luo Ming's body from under his feet little by little, which lifted his spirits.

As long as it is still a mortal body, even a person like a sword master who has half a foot to step into the transcendent realm of sainthood needs to breathe back after exercising, in reality, people with poor physique have to breathe after running fifty or sixty steps, and people with good physique can breathe after hundreds of steps, but in the final analysis, they will breathe.

Even the strongest qigong technique can only extend the time between the two re-qi and speed up the re-qi.

Moreover, it is not possible to completely replenish the previous consumption with each return of air. The human body has a limit, and the amount of power it can output will only decrease. For example, if he bursts out with all his strength, even Luo Ming, who has been trained for a long time, can only last for fifteen seconds, and after that, he will have to recover for a long time.

However, at this time, Cangyan injected some of his physical strength when he originally needed to return his energy, so he almost covered up this weakness.

In this level of battle, both sides need to more or less assess the opponent's regain time and take advantage of this great opportunity to attack.

The mercenary on the opposite side relied on the siege of miscellaneous soldiers, and did the same - attacking when Luo Ming's physical strength was consumed a little and he had to regain his breath, the odds of victory would be higher.

Even the sharpshooter seized this opportunity and shot a bow and three arrows at Luo Ming's side.

Luo Ming sneered and threw out his shield, and he took a step back to the side with this force, dodging the arrows.

Of course, this also creates a misleading aspect: Luo Ming is not small and is trying to retreat.

The mercenary swung his sword and swung his shield away, paused in place, and was ready to adjust his posture before he used all his strength to eliminate Luo Ming before he could hide in the fire.

However, Luo Ming's retreat is only to retreat as advance.

Abundant energy flows through the whole body, and it explodes instantly.

This step back is just to gain a firm foothold, and then move forward again!

At the moment when the mercenary had just adjusted his stance, Luo Ming's sword had already slashed through his body from the blind corner that the shield could not protect.

The burqa, chain mail, and the leather armor lining inside, ordinary soldiers slashed through with all their swords, and they definitely couldn't even break the skin.

But under Luo Ming's sword, I saw layers of armor blooming like flowers, and red blood sprayed from underneath.

If someone has that leisure afterwards and observes patiently, they will find that there is not only the destruction of vindictive spirit, especially on the section of the chain mail, there are traces of instantaneous fuse. Take the analogy of things on the earth, probably the gas cut.

"Ahh

Don't look at this performance, it seems to be very brave, but without using the sword in his right hand, he only used the shield in his left hand closest to Luo Ming, which has already proved that he is dying.

All the strength of the whole body is only enough for this shield to strike, hoping to at least leave some scars on the strong enemy, and also do the last effort for the living companions. Not even a dying throes.

"Humph!"

Luo Ming raised his sword again, and the last shot came first. Now the mercenary was full of flaws, and the sword was straight into his eye socket, deep into his brain, and a wisp of flame was injected.

A faint cry came to an abrupt halt, and the shield shot went off course, and the corpse fell to the side, its body blazing with flames.

The corpses of the mercenaries were also burning with flames, and like those ordinary soldiers, they were equal in the face of death.

Luo Ming still consciously controlled Cang Yan - he didn't let it show too outrageous power, nor did he blatantly inhale Cang Yan into his body and transform it into power.

He just made Cang Yan imitate ordinary magic flames, burning a little more powerfully, and gradually extinguishing as the fuel and his own magic power were exhausted - in fact, Cang Yan could last several times longer than those flames, and the so-called extinguishing was actually slowly entering Luo Ming's body along the trouser legs.

The little physical strength consumed by killing mercenaries was replenished almost instantly. Although the human body has a limit, with these supplements, Luo Ming's time to reach the limit is basically more than five times that of a powerhouse of the same level.

He immediately struck in the direction of the archer, but the guy was also wise, and seeing that he was about to be dragged into melee combat, he immediately climbed down the wall - there was a rope there.

Since this guy has descended the city wall, there is no way to come up immediately. Luo Ming swung his sword to cut through the rope, then rushed forward.

There, a huge ladder was erected at the top of the city, surprisingly wide enough for three or four people to climb at once, but it wasn't very technical - as long as there were enough long wooden poles and they were firmly fastened together.

If you only rely on the ladder that can only be climbed by one person at a time, the siege efficiency will be so low that you can't say anything.

Sherlock's soldiers quickly climbed up the walls, but there were plenty of people on the walls to deal with - more than simply stabbing everyone who climbed with a spear, and the seemingly mundane equipment was often more useful than this tactic.

After all, the number of the besieging side is several times that of the defending side, and it also occupies the initiative, fighting when you want, besieging if you want, besieging if you want to, and no one will stop you if you want to withdraw and rest. The defenders of the city must save their physical strength as much as possible, otherwise the besieging side will consume physical strength by attacking in turns, and sooner or later the defending soldiers will be so tired that they can't even lift their hands. The city is self-defeating.

I saw a soldier smash a head-sized stone down, not only knocking a soldier to the ground, half dead, but also breaking a wooden pole, adding some difficulties to the climbers.

Two more soldiers came to the city with sticks carrying a pot of boiling water, ready to splash it - five or six soldiers would be wounded, and if they fell from the ladder, they would be crippled, if not dead.

Although there was a wooden building made by Luo Ming's order, so that some archers could shoot at a height about the same height as the city wall, they could not be completely suppressed for a while.

There were only 200 soldiers on Sherlock's side, but they couldn't be attrition like this, which was also one of Luo Ming's intentions when he rushed to the city.

Ordinary soldiers no longer dared to rush up to attack Luo Ming, the mercenary was killed, the archers fled, and there was no strong man in the vicinity to resist for the time being - he stuck his sword in the ground, hooked his toes, and took a spear into his hand, and then was thrown there.

One soldier was impaled, the pot knocked to the ground, boiling water splashed, and the two soldiers next to him also let out a cry of pain.

Another soldier subconsciously threw the stone in his hand, and then ran away - the stone fell to the ground halfway through, and Luo Ming ignored him.