"Do you have a way? What can you do? Old Wen and Old Li stared.

The two of them also had to guard against the enemy outside, so they didn't notice that the two door panels in the house were suddenly missing, and the small round shield that was snatched by Song Yun was also missing at this moment.

There seemed to be a fire burning in Song Yun's eyes.

"This is an illusion formed based on my memory, and the ability I had at the beginning, and I still have it!"

"Under Anxi City, I am the martial artist of Zhencheng!"

Driven by a strong mind, the [Void Storage Box] really took effect.

The system still didn't respond, perhaps because the illusion couldn't recognize such a special being.

The real system will automatically hide when it leaves Anthy, and it will not appear in this illusion.

However, the role that the system can play on the bright side is still being reproduced at the moment.

One of the most obvious abilities is the ability to ingest items.

The smell of Menghuo oil became stronger and stronger, and Song Yun no longer explained, and pushed the two old soldiers into the inner room.

The two veterans had gone through several battles, and they were exhausted and physically exhausted, so they were directly pushed over.

"You-" Old Li was anxious.

With a bang, Song Yun flew up and kicked out the remaining half of the door panel.

Whoosh, the bow-wielding soldiers outside the door subconsciously shot arrows, and the first wave of arrows was blocked by the door panel.

Then a figure rushed out.

Song Yun held a small round shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, and pounced in front of Jing Bing, who was holding the Menghuo oil barrel.

Someone around slashed at him, but Song Yun just pushed the shield to protect the left side, and cracked the knife in his right hand regardless of it.

There was no protection on the right side of his body, and he was immediately stabbed in the right shoulder, several inches deep, and blood gushed out.

But Song Yun didn't even blink an eye, and the knife in his hand continued to slash, slashing open the throat of Jing Bing holding the wooden barrel.

"Now promoted to the middle of the first rank!"

Without the system notification, Song Yun counted by himself.

Kill the enemy, and you will become stronger.

At the same time, the wound on his shoulder healed quickly, because of the white robe covering it and soaked in blood, no one noticed this amazing scene, but he just felt that the momentum of this white-robed young man suddenly became stronger!

Song Yun didn't fight with these soldiers, smashed the shield with his left hand and flew out, blocking a few people, and then slapped the wooden barrel to take away the barrel of fireoil and fire.

"Where's the bucket?" The people around screamed.

Hmph, the sword light swept obliquely, and while everyone was stunned, he cut off the waist of a Jing soldier.

"Late First Order."

In the blood light, the Jing soldiers brandished their weapons to attack, and a white figure had already broken through the barrier.

Whoosh, someone released an arrow, and an arrow missed Song Yun's back.

Song Yun stumbled slightly, his footsteps did not stop, and he killed in front of a Jing soldier holding a torch.

The Jing soldier was also a brave man, and he was not afraid, but took the initiative to attack.

The two of them swung their knives at the same time, their eyes facing the blade on the opposite side, and a cold light appeared in the depths of the child's hole.

The blade quickly approached the opponent's vital point.

At the last moment, Song Yun's body was weirdly tilted sideways, but the battle knife in his hand was still steadily slashed.

On the two of them, there were blood sprays gushing at the same time.

Song Yun's left arm was almost cut off.

That Jing soldier was even more stabbed, from the chest to the lower abdomen, almost all of them were broken, and the viscera and intestines flowed out.

"The pinnacle of the first order."

Song Yun pulled out the arrow on his back with his backhand and missed, he didn't need to worry about the secondary trauma caused by forcibly pulling out the arrow, as long as he was promoted, this small injury would heal immediately.

Snatch the torch and shake it vigorously, throwing off a little spark.

At this time, the Jing soldiers were horrified to find that where Song Yun walked, there was a pool of black-red viscous liquid left.

Boom - the waves of flames churned, burning the few Jing soldiers who were chasing after him to the point of crying wolf.

Putting away the torches, Song Yun took advantage of the chaos and rushed towards the corner of the street.

There was a constant sound of breaking the air behind him, arrows were flying in disorder, and his back was in pain, as if he had been hit by two more arrows, but it didn't matter.

The current target is the seriously injured before, and there is also a blind Shi Chang, which is 10 points of cultivation.

A dozen wounded, including those wounded in the fighting in other houses, were dragged to an empty room on the corner of the street to be urgently bandaged and treated.

The location is not too far, probably they didn't expect that the Beiting Army, which was already a turtle in the urn, would take the initiative to kill.

And there was only one person, so he killed them on their backs and successfully broke through.

Huhu - Song Yun gasped heavily, and with this weak body, he raised his body to the extreme, and knocked down Jing Bing, who was guarding the door, and stood at the door.

There were a lot of people in the house, and those lightly injured Jing soldiers hurriedly raised their knives to meet them.

But they were greeted only by a splash of black-red liquid, and a little flickering spark.

The whole house was instantly filled with tongues of fire, and Jing Bing cried and wanted to rush out, but Song Yun kicked it back and brought it to the door with his backhand.

"Two levels in a row, the middle of the second order."

"It's still too weak."

Song Yun slowly turned around and faced a group of angry Jing soldiers.

"Kill him!" An officer roared.

"Kill!" Several old voices rang out at the same time.

It was Lao Wen, Lao Li Tou, and the two old pawns in the back room, who saw that Song Yun really killed him, so he also took the risk of killing out of the door and wanted to respond.

Song Yun couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"It's an illusion, but it's exactly the same as a real person."

He raised his sword high and looked at the more than 200 Jing soldiers in the streets.

"You're surrounded by me!"

One step forward, one dash, swing the knife, slash horizontally.

The head of a Jing soldier flew high.

Song Yun rushed into the crowd.

No one let out the arrows now, but there were blades swinging everywhere, and occasionally a long ge or two stabbed through the stabs.

In the face of this kind of melee, Song Yun already had a lot of experience, and his feet were nimble, dodging one deadly attack after another.

As for the attack that is not a big threat, directly resist it with your body.

It didn't take long for the whole body of Gebu and white robes to be stained red with blood.

White clothes turn to red clothes, and yellow sand turns to red sand.

"Late Second Order."

Out of the crowd rushed out a big man, wearing a thick armor, who was the leader of this cavalry.

"Death!" The team roared angrily, swinging their swords down fiercely.

"Don't worry, I'll send you on your way right away."

Song Yun's body shook for a moment, dodged the riding knife, and a torch appeared in his left hand, igniting the Meng Fire Oil on the ground behind him.

He wanted to set the fire, but Jing Jun couldn't stop it at all, so he could only watch as the nearby area was shrouded in fire, and many people accidentally stepped on the fire oil and were caught in the fire.

"Kill!" On the other side of the street, old voices rang out one after another.

"You old Li head, when you are still hard before you die, then I can't be worse than grandpa." Someone laughed wildly.

Not to be outdone, the old guards who stayed behind in other houses rushed out of the house one after another.

There were originally close to forty people on this street, but now there are less than twenty.

However, they are majestic and steadfast, as if they have thousands of troops.

Everyone shouted in unison:

"Beiting Bingfeng, invincible in the world!"