The raging fire seemed to go crazy, and it scurried around with the wind through the doorway, devouring everything unscrupulously.

The screams of men and horses, high and low as the flames danced, sounded distorted from afar. The billowing smoke mixed with the smell of burnt flesh rolled sharply, rushed out of the doorway, and covered the cavalry outside the gate.

Not only in the doorway, but also in a large open space under the castle tower, a fire was ignited. Wu Geng frantically scavenged all the tung oil in the city of Zhanliu, mixed with grass and trees, and buried it on the flat ground inside and outside the city gate.

Not only the West Gate, but also the other gates. For a time, the cavalry of the Cheng family was in chaos. No matter how thick the armor is, no matter how sharp the blade is, it can't stop the scorching fire.

Many of them were embellished with flames, like a huge torch, and let out screams that were not like human voices, and ran desperately outward.

There were also some people who were more intelligent, and seeing that there were people behind them, they could not run out at all, so they simply rushed into the doorway, hoping to break through the fire barrier.

For there is no fire in the city. The debris blocked in the doorway, under the devastation of the fire, has begun to become fragmented, the cavalry rushed through these debris, and pieces of sparks flew up in the doorway, like a swarm of mosquitoes on the water surface in summer, constantly absorbing the sweat, blood and even life of these cavalrymen.

After all, he was the elite soldier of the Cheng family, and soon a cavalry stepped on the flesh and blood of his own family and broke through this barrier.

As soon as he got out of the fire, he saw the young man with a knife on the opposite side slamming the triggers of the crossbows in front of him one by one, and the crossbow strings as thick as a child's arms suddenly popped out.

Crossbow arrows more than six feet long were shot out and rushed into the narrow doorway. In such a cramped environment, the lethality of crossbow arrows can be described as amazing.

Often, three or four people would be strung on a crossbow arrow, flying and smashing heavily on the body of the person behind it. Immediately after, white arrows appeared in the doorway, continuing to reap the lives of the cavalry.

A layer of red-hot armor and swords was piled up in the doorway, and their owner had already died in the raging fire, creating a new layer of obstacles.

Wu Yan looked at the tragic situation in front of him coldly, put down the heaven-shaking bow in his hand, the clothes on his body had been burned to a burnt yellow, and the slightest shake would fall one by one.

He needs to conserve his strength, there are more people outside, and the Sky Shaking Bow can be used as little as possible. However, no one dared to rush into the purgatory of the doorway, and the cavalry would rather endure the scorching pain than flee out.

Soon, there was no longer a single person to be seen outside the city gates, except for the burning corpses. Wu Jian lightly jumped onto the city wall and looked outside.

The cavalry of the Cheng family had already rushed back two hundred paces away, and those who were lucky enough not to enter the fire were helping their robes to fight the fire on their bodies.

Fire and water are ruthless, let alone a fire that adds fuel to the fire. No matter how you cultivate, no matter how you are respectful or humble, they all turn into piles of black coke.

A fire killed and injured more than 100 people in the Cheng family. Staring at the Zhanliu City opposite, Cheng Liang's hands were trembling, and his eyes were gradually bloodshot.

Smoke drifted across the city walls, distorting the figure of the young man on the wall, looking like a demon in hell.

There was a strange smell in the wind, and the stench had a hint of the sweetness of refined lard. Hulan Fuyan stood in the crowd, and his face gradually turned pale.

Finally, he couldn't help but roll over and jump off the horse, squatting on the ground and vomiting. Cheng Jie's face was ugly, looking at Cheng Liang, who was already angry, and quietly retreated.

He knew that he had to find a scapegoat for today's matter, this unlucky guy couldn't be Cheng Liang, let alone Hulan Fuyan, only him, a businessman with the lowest status.

However, Cheng Liang was already angry at this time, and he hadn't noticed Cheng Jie's small movements. When I led the troops out this time, I originally thought it was just a simple crackdown on bandits, but I didn't expect to lose so many people's lives in the blink of an eye.

After I go back, how to explain to the head of the house. This useless waste, no wonder he was not treated well in Hulan's house, looking at Hulan Fuyan who was still vomiting behind him, Cheng Liang cursed in his heart, and forcibly suppressed the urge to cut his person.

"Bring me my gun." Seeing that the flames near the city gate were gradually extinguished, Cheng Liang stopped drinking, and two of his own soldiers walked to his side with his guns.

The body of this gun is jet-black, with golden water patterns on it, and the head of the gun is two feet long. Due to the heavy weight of the gun, it is necessary to use a special horse to carry the gun on weekdays.

Turning his head to look at the sunset on the thin West Mountain, Cheng Liang knew that he could only charge again before dark. If you take down the opponent, it's just that, if you can't take it, it's easier to hurt your own people in the dark scuffle.

And the opponent is only one person, so it is easy to escape from the chaos, so this time he decided to rush and kill himself.

"Rush with me." Cheng Liang gave an order, and he took the lead in urging the horses and ran towards the city gate. Behind him, in addition to the wounded and those who cared for the wounded, they all followed closely behind and charged.

Wu Jian stood on the city wall, his expression indifferent, staring coldly at Cheng Liang who rushed to the front. Downstairs in the city, Zhuo Ke and others had already rushed over, driving a group of people watching the excitement to throw a lot of debris into the still hot doorway, almost blocking the entire doorway.

Soon, Cheng Liang arrived at a position only thirty steps away from the city wall. The tip of the spear was a little on the ground, and the whole person flew off the horse.

The sharp tip of the spear squeezed through the air, revealing a little cold light, like a long dragon piercing Wu Yan on the city wall.

Wu Jian also jumped up from the wall, holding the knife in both hands, and bent backwards behind him, like a bow waiting to be shot, rushing towards Cheng Liang.

Cheng Liang's gun has three feet, and Wu Gan's broken knife is only more than three feet, the so-called one inch long and one inch strong, it seems a little unwise to collide like this.

Seeing that the two were about to meet, Wu Gan's body turned abruptly, staggered the spear, changed the broken knife to drag, and the blade rubbed against the barrel of the gun to create a spark, and slashed towards Cheng Liang against the barrel of the gun.

Cheng Liang snorted coldly, his right hand holding the handle twisted slightly, and the body of the gun suddenly spun. The red tassel at the head of the spear also rotated, and a red fireball burst out, rumbling towards Wu Gan.

With his arms crossed to protect his vital point, Wu Gan's body retreated quickly, and his two sleeves were burned to the ground.

When the flames in front of him dissipated, he saw that Cheng Liang had already chased after him, and the spear stabbed violently, and a white light shot out from the tip of the spear, pointing directly at Wu Gan's front door.

Wu Gan's heart was dark, this person's spears were quite strange, and he was good at long-range attacks, which was really difficult to guard against. If you can't attack in close quarters and are limited by the broken knife, you will inevitably be at a disadvantage.

With a secret breath, Wu Gan's body twisted violently, almost turning in a straight line, avoiding the oncoming white light.

The white light shot out far away, hitting the west gate. After a loud bang, the watchtower collapsed in half. With such a strong force, Wu Gen secretly took a breath of cold air, but he didn't dare to approach rashly.

Reaching out and taking off the sky-shaking bow, he grabbed the string with his left hand, and his teeth bit the bowstring and pulled it violently, and the white arrow went straight to the opponent.

Cheng Liang had already seen the power of this strange bow, so he didn't dare to slack off, and with a flick of the spear, he hit the arrow to the side.

A bright light appeared in the air, and Cheng Liang only felt a sour tingling in his hand, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

No wonder he killed so many people in his own house, this arrow is really extraordinary. And the thief leader on the other side is too fast, turning freely in the air, and he can't keep up at all.

Suddenly, there was a light in front of me, and another arrow flew over and exploded around me. Then there was the second and third.

In the air, Cheng Liang blocked left and right, and finally protected his body. It's just that the successive explosions made his qi and blood float a little.

If you can't think of a counterattack, the opponent will be so consumed and will die of his life. While he was pondering how to respond, another arrow flew.

It's over, the opponent's rogue methods made Cheng Liang quite annoyed. The tip of the spear swerved, pushing the arrow away from the arrow in front of him.

After a dazzling flash, Cheng Liang couldn't help blinking. Just as he was about to fall back to the ground and think about what to do, Wu Gan's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, holding the knife high in both hands, and was slashing towards his head.

So fast, when did it come, Cheng Liang couldn't help but be surprised, put the spear across his head with both hands, and received a powerful blow from the other party.

Knock knock, it's like a sledgehammer smashed on the barrel of a gun, hammer after hammer, and the strength is getting bigger and bigger.

Cheng Liang's gun, which was made of fine iron and mixed with a lot of secret gold, was smashed and bent by a light broken knife, and an obvious gap appeared on the gun.

Whoosh, Cheng Liang finally failed to resist Wu Gan's heavy blow, and the spear flew out of his hand and fell far to the ground.

Wu Gen was overjoyed when he saw this, the other party lost his weapon, and the shortcomings of his broken knife did not exist, so it was easy to fight.

With a thought, the broken knife was changed to a strangulation, and swept towards the opponent's neck. At this moment, a layer of gray-white smoke rose from Cheng Liang's body, covering his body like a layer of armor.

If the smoke is substantial, the broken knife entering it is as powerless as cutting into a pile of fishing nets. Moreover, Wu Gen felt that the smoke seemed to have a suction force, and the broken knife actually had the posture of being caught by it.

It's not good, this is Cheng Liang's potential field, I didn't expect him to turn his potential field into the form of armor.

Wu Yan was anxious in his heart, and he grabbed the handle of the knife vigorously with both hands, wanting to pull the broken knife out of the gray mist. Cheng Liang smiled cruelly and punched Wu Gan's face.

With such a close distance, how could the two of them avoid it, Wu Yan had to let go of the broken knife and crossed his arms in front of him to block the fatal blow.

A human figure appeared in the smoke, and looking at its eyebrows and eyes, it was quite similar to Cheng Liang. The figure circled around Cheng Liang's back, still holding Wu Gan's broken knife in his hand, as if Cheng Liang had carried a person.

It turned out that this thing controlled his knife, and Wu Yan secretly wondered in his heart. His body fell from the sky in a hurry, his arms still in front of him.

And Cheng Liang followed closely, firing his bow left and right and bombarding non-stop. The two of them hit all the way from the air to the ground, and when they were about to touch the ground, Wu Gen tried his best to urge the wind inscription, and his body was slightly staggered from Cheng Liang between the electric light and flint, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Next to him, dust was everywhere, and gravel was flying, but Cheng Liang couldn't control his momentum for a while, and he fell directly into the soil, so that a human-shaped pit appeared on the ground.

Enduring the severe pain on his body, Wu Gen turned over with his hands on the ground, jumped to the top of the pit and smashed it down with punches one after another.

In an instant, the two of them attacked and defended in different positions, and Wu Yan was attacking. On the hard ground, with the two of them as the center, as Wu Gan's fist fell, the ground was also undulating, and cracks appeared in the land within a radius of ten zhang.

Ah, a howl like a beast came from the pit, the cold light flickered, and a figure similar to Cheng Liang, but with a dark face, jumped out of the pit and attacked Wu Yan with a broken knife in his hand.

Wu Ling, Wu Jian secretly screamed in his heart, his feet touched the ground, and his body swept backwards rapidly. The figure did not give up, carrying a knife and chasing after him.

It's just that the broken knife is in his hand, and the dance is always a little awkward, and every time he slashes at Wu Gan, the broken knife will always diverge a little distance.

Wu Yan silently stared at the figure rushing towards him, and always kept a distance from his opponent. Soon, one person and one figure moved away from the pit of Fang Cai.

"Not back yet." Wu Jian suddenly roared. With his voice, the broken knife in the figure's hand trembled rapidly, the black blade became hot, and the figure finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the broken knife came out of its hand.

At this moment, Wu Yan stepped forward with an arrow, his body fell down, and he was already behind the figure. Caught the broken knife that had not yet landed, twisted his wrist, and the broken knife slashed obliquely behind the figure.

After a sharp howl, the figure that was almost cut off squirmed, and its body recovered, but it was even darker, and he turned around and wanted to run in the direction of Cheng Liang.

How can he hurt his ten fingers as if he had one finger cut off. Although the martial spirit does not seem to have substance, it is actually composed of human flesh and blood, as long as the martial spirit is destroyed, Cheng Liang, as the body, will inevitably suffer heavy damage.

How could Wu Gen let go of such an opportunity, his body turned around, and he was already in front of Wu Liu, and the black sword slashed the figure in half with one sword.