The soldiers on both sides looked at Yang Hu, who was standing alone in the field.

The burly figure wearing the tiger roaring armor continued to magnify in their hearts, like a killing god descending from the sky on a black cloud!

One sword to kill Murong Zhongyuan, whose strength is as high as Zhan Xiong Wei, this is Yang Hu, the city lord of Lincheng?

Murong Jun was as silent as death.

There was no sound of joy among the soldiers in the city, but only three low roars like thunder!

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Murong Yuntian listened to the low thunderous roar, and knew that the momentum of the soldiers facing the city was rising, even in the face of a group of garbage, this was extremely unfavorable to Murong disciples.

As a well-known general of the Murong family, Murong Yuntian knew how unpredictable the variables on the battlefield were, and sometimes, just a small change was enough to affect the entire battle situation.

In the first battle, the enemy was slashed, could it be that the waste wanted to reverse the disadvantage with this......

Murong Yuntian took a deep breath, suppressed the namelessness floating in his heart, and reprimanded sharply: "Murong Zhongyuan, that waste, can't even fight a single squirrel?"

His voice was heard far away.

At the same time, he also used his majesty to suppress the wavering that had just risen in Murong Di's heart.

As Murong Yuntian's personal entourage, cronie, and strategist Wei Zheng knew what he should do at this moment.

Stopping the feather fan in his hand, his gaze looked at Murong Zhonglei next to him,

Murong Zhonglei nodded to Wei Zheng and strode out, knelt down on one knee in front of Murong Yuntian and said in a loud voice: "The last general will ask for battle, a bloody shame." ”

Murong Yuntian looked at him coldly: "If you don't win, you will die." ”

"Order!" Murong Zhonglei stood up solemnly, lifted his white ash stick and strode towards the field.

......

The mountain winds became more and more intense.

The raindrops in the sky have also become larger.

The raindrops hit Yang Hu's tiger roaring armor, splashing crystal fragments.

Murong Zhongyuan's corpse emitted a pungent smell of blood, and the blood stains on Yang Hubai's slashing knife also converged along the snowy blade to the tip of the knife, dripping into the weeds.

Watching another Murong disciple come out of the battle.

Yang Hu raised his eyebrows and flicked away the raindrops on the tips of his eyebrows.

Name: Murong Zhonglei

Age: thirty-four

Class: Soldier

Rank: Battle Bear Guard

Combat effectiveness: one hundred and ninety-nine

Martial arts: One stick to the sky

Loyalty: Big Red

Faction: Hostile

Murong Zhonglei's combat power is thirteen points more than Murong Zhongyuan, and the weapon is a rare Qi Mei stick among the generals.

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Yang Hu's mouth.

Murong Zhonglei approached Yang Hu and shouted at him: "Murong Zhonglei." ”

This is a common name.

"Yang Hu. Yang Hu said suddenly, and swept forward with broken steps, the dense steps were worse than the raindrops falling from the sky, and the third step made Murong Zhonglei on the opposite side change his face.

The dense ups and downs from Yang Hu's feet were like a light drum beating rapidly, and the sound of the drum covered the torrential rain in the sky, hitting Murong Zhonglei's ears directly, and transmitting to his chest to compress his heart.

Facing the strong enemy of Murong Zhongyuan, who was slashed with a knife, Murong Zhonglei had carefully adjusted the state of his whole body with years of experience in the battle, and between 100 steps of entering the field.

But now it was completely disrupted under Yang Hu's dense footsteps.

"What kind of martial art is this?" Murong Zhonglei was horrified in his heart, and the Qi Mei stick in his hand was sent forward, and a hazy stick shadow broke out of the air, bringing the air around him to shake and crash into Yang Hu in the air, his figure also followed Yang Hu's approach, retreated backwards in broken steps, and walked around Yang Hu to be on guard.

Avoid it!

The arrogant and domineering Yang Hu faced the rushing stick shadow, his eyes showed disdain, the battle shield in his hand swept, and the hazy stick shadow that Murong Zhonglei collided with was like a broken raindrop making a pop and dissipating invisibly.

As soon as the two of them staggered in the field, Murong Zhonglei showed a decline.

This made Murong Yuntian outside the arena feel a sense of ominousness in his heart.

Murong Zhongyuan, who has followed him for more than ten years, has fought in various cities, and with the brave power of his weeping blood knife, he often wins a big victory against the enemy.

He is a fierce general under his command.

was killed by Yang Hu with a knife.

Murong Zhonglei has an eyebrow stick in his hand like a tiger, and among the children of the Murong family, he is also one of the best, and he is even more scheming and meticulous, acting step by step.

confronted Yang Hu, but he was walking around with a face...... It's not good!

The ominousness in Murong Yuntian's heart was spreading.

The white-clothed Wei Zheng beside him no longer felt ominous in his heart, but was shocked by the fierceness emanating from Yang Hu's body, and he had a feeling of leading the disaster.

As his mind turned, Wei Zheng only felt that the thousands of Murong disciples around him were now like a flock of sheep.

In this way, he was exposed in front of Yang Hu, who was incarnated as a tiger.

He's in it himself!

"That's the...... Do you want to use your own strength to block Murong Yuntian's attack?"

A thought that made Wei Zheng's whole body cold suddenly flooded into his mind.

......

Lincheng military formation

Wearing the armor of the Wild Bull and Hundred Households, Liu Dazi swept away his usual groveling, and his thin figure was also rapidly flowing qi and blood all over his body, agitated and became like a giant statue standing in front of the formation.

Looking at Yang Hu's bravery in the match, Liu Dazi's eyes were narrow, but he kept staring at the two corpses in the grass.

When he silently recited the word "momentum!" in his heart, the thought was cleared.

momentum, the lord of the city is asking the soldiers to appreciate this.

With your own strength, the power of the soldiers!

Kill the enemy, brave and giant.

The lord of the castle is creating opportunities for these scum.

Two terrifying essences shot out of Liu's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "All the soldiers, practice the power of the dragon elephant in situ." Don't you understand that this is the lord of the castle who is mentioning you?"

The deep voice of the willow is like a bell!

Echo in the ears of the soldiers, wake up the goose.

Kong Wu and the other soldiers were looking at the heroic posture of the city lord in the presence with excitement on their faces, and they were looking at it happily, when they suddenly received an order from Liu Dazi, and suddenly woke up one by one.

Yang Hu taught the dragon elephant power of the soldiers in Lincheng, and nearly a thousand people benefited, and at this moment, the soldiers were mentioned by Liu Dazi, and no one immediately collected their minds and quickly fell silent into the cultivation.

The power of the dragon elephant on their bodies was circulating rapidly, but the picture of Yang Hu lunging forward and slashing across the knife kept flashing in their minds.

Decisive, brave, murderous!

Yang Hu's figure constantly impacts the blood of the soldiers, and the power of the dragon elephant is the exclusive martial arts of the city lord, although it may not be able to exert the strongest extreme in the soldiers.

But for improving their qi and blood, and martial arts, it is irreplaceably excellent, not to mention, under Yang Hu's city system, there is an inextricable relationship with every soldier.

When Yang Hu first came into contact with the city system, he once thought that he was creating a force similar to faith.

The idea of a new power of your own.

If the city system has brought Yang Hu a new means of control, then there is no doubt that loyalty is the weapon that is most likely to become the threshold and can eliminate and limit the advancement of his small soldiers.

The intensification of loyalty, the churning of qi and blood, and the power of the dragon elephant soared wildly in the soldiers' bodies.

......

Feel the change in the soldier's breath!

In the field, Yang Hu faced Murong Zhonglei's slightly flustered wandering, his face was hideous, and his broken steps turned into big strides forward, Murong Zhonglei's eyes flashed with horror, and the Qi Mei stick pierced into the ground and lifted it violently.

A piece of earth and rock four or five meters in size tumbled and smashed towards Yang Hu.

He shouldn't have it...... He should fight to the death.

Or just quit the battlefield, maybe there is still a chance to live.

The huge earth and stone blocked Yang Hu's sight, and it also blocked his gaze.

An earth-shattering tiger roar suddenly shook Murong Zhonglei's ears.

The shock made his figure stiffen in panic.

Yang Hu, who jumped up, swung his shield and smashed the earth and stones, flying all over the sky, swinging his knife and slashing at Murong Zhonglei, who was retreating sharply.

The sword is like a rainbow!

Unstoppable.

The fear in Murong Zhonglei's heart intensified, and in a panic, he raised his eyebrow stick and swung towards Yang Hu's hundred slashing knives.

Click, click!

With two crisp sounds, Yang Hu's figure on the ground seemed to be like a fierce tiger skimming, and he lightly rushed forward two meters, and slowly got up and raised his sword.

Behind him, Murong Zhonglei stiffened, and the knife marks on his body exploded and a cloud of blood mist collapsed.

Murong Zhonglei, pawn!