With just one knife, Fushan Lie turned into a skewer.

He also grabbed the handle of the knife and twisted it outward, expanding the wound, and Fu Shanlie also heard this familiar voice in his ears:

"I said, I must take your sacrificial sword!"

This person, of course, is He Lingchuan!

What he used was not the skills he learned in Panlong City, but the combat skills of Wan Qi's uncle and nephew at the bottom of the box: following him like a shadow.

In the past, Wan Qisong sneaked up on He Lingchuan, and crossed behind him from the side of the road in just one step, ignoring that there was still a distance of three zhang in between.

If it weren't for the open terrain and He Lingchuan had a back hand, he would have to eat a black tiger heart.

Such a good combat skill, of course, he had to ask Wan Qifeng to teach him afterwards.

The formation of the urn city is forbidden to escape the technique, and it can't ban such a combat skill.

After he opened up the upper dantian, his thoughts were clear, his true strength was free, and his overall strength was higher than that of the river war, and even the murderous aura was hidden very properly, and by the time Fu Shanlie noticed it, it was already half a beat slower.

This half-beat is the distance between life and death.

He Lingchuan slashed the blade and did not pull it back, but directly cut Fu Shan Lie's left shoulder sideways, and the floating knife cut off his collarbone, breaking free from the shackles of flesh and blood!

This is equivalent to cutting half of Fushan Ryo's body sideways. The pain in his heart made Fu Shanlie can't help but roar.

In the blood rain, the floating knife is full of murderous energy, and then take its neck!

But Fu Shan Lie endured the severe pain and turned over half of his body, grabbed a pestle out of nowhere, and blocked the blade with a "dang" sound.

Sen Han's knife cut a line of blood through his neck, but he didn't decapitate him in the end.

At this time, Fu Shanlie's cronies were also shocked by He Lingchuan's appearance, and shouted and waved their knives at him.

He was surrounded by enemies, and one man and a knife could cut him into meat sauce.

He Lingchuan didn't dare to hold it up, so he grabbed the shield just now and slammed it around.

The nearest enemy was all knocked down by him.

The remaining four or five slashes were all defused by him on the spot.

The enemy was about to attack again, He Lingchuan grabbed a large rectangular shield and slammed it in front of him.

Immediately after the shouting of killing, Monsan had already led more than a dozen elites of the Gale Army to rush forward to relieve him.

When the Yuheng army rushed past He Lingchuan's side like flowing water, the crisis was naturally resolved.

Someone in the Yuheng army immediately shouted: "Fu Shan Lie is dead, Fu Shan Lie is dead!" ”

One person roared, hundreds of people roared, and the sound shook the sky.

At this time, the general flag of the Xiqian puppet army had fallen, and the hundreds of soldiers who rushed over were already a little stunned in the dark, and they heard the people around them shouting that Fu Shanlie was dead, and they suddenly retreated.

However, outside the gate of the urn city and the south city, they were surrounded by the Jinhan army, and those who wanted to enter could not enter, and those who wanted to get out could not get out, and it was a mess.

"He Lingchuan is here, and Yuhengjun listens to the order: the whole army will attack!" He Lingchuan grabbed the spear on the ground, pointed the tip of the spear forward, and his tongue bloomed with spring thunder:

"Whoever stands in my way will be killed!"

He rushed to the front in two steps, threw his spear as a javelin, and pierced several people in a row.

The urn city is crowded, and it is suitable for such a play.

In the past six months, he didn't know how many times he had trained the Yuheng Army, but when the soldiers heard its voice, they were immediately excited, and they didn't know where to fly when they hesitated, so they just blindly grabbed their weapons and charged forward behind the leader.

Led by He Lingchuan, more than ten elite members of the Great Wind Army pierced into the enemy like blades, tearing apart the opponent's formation.

Two hundred Jade Heng troops poured into the filling, fighting the enemy hand-to-hand.

The urn city was already small, and the Xiqian puppet army saw that there were swords-wielding enemies in front and back, and they heard the sound of killing in their ears, and they didn't feel that their scalps were numb.

However, Fu Shanlie was finally snatched out of Yuheng City by his cronies.

He couldn't stand steadily, and his henchmen hurriedly held him up.

Fu Shanlie covered his heart and said astringently: "Kill in, there are few people in He Lingchuan!" ”

In other words, someone else's heart was stabbed, and he also stroked back and forth twice, which was the end of killing on the spot. But the lu is the luke, and it is itself a living dead, and although the wound is serious, it is not fatal for a while.

The situation was chaotic, and he was seriously injured, but his mind was still clear:

He Lingchuan did rush back in time, but the Yuheng army at the South City Gate was only 300 people. The Xiqian puppet army plus the Jinhan army has a full 3,000 people!

As long as he withstands He Lingchuan's attack, as long as he breaks through this blockage of Wengcheng, and when the army enters the streets and alleys, Yuheng City will still be in his pocket!

Ahh

However, the terrain of Wengcheng is like a bottle, and it is impossible to open it if you are a husband. And He Lingchuan was the "stopper", blocking the urn door, and many strong men in the army rushed up, but they were all stabbed back by him.

The numerical superiority of the Xiqi Army and the Jinhan Army could not be brought into play at all.

The Yuheng City Army also climbed the city gate tower and released cold arrows from above.

The situation was stalemate for more than a quarter of an hour, and the Xiqian army could not advance an inch, but was forced to retreat step by step.

After Fu Shan was seriously injured, there were no generals in the army who could match He Lingchuan.

After a few dozen breaths, a sudden shout of killing shook the sky on the western hillside, and an army rushed to the city gate—

The 800 infantry brought back by Cai Qiyong finally arrived.

He Lingchuan perked up when he heard this, and ordered the army in the city to press forward-

When foreign aid did not arrive, the army in the city was mainly defended; Eight hundred infantry arrived, and the city immediately counterattacked.

Because Fushan was seriously injured, the morale of both sides was lost.

Although he tried his best to command, he was missing a few tiger generals.

One inside and one outside cooperated with each other, and the Yuheng army "squeezed" the enemy out of the urn city step by step and drove it off the trestle.

Seeing that the victory was gone, Fu Shan Lie sighed and had to order the withdrawal of the army.

The Yuheng army inside and outside the city gathered in one place, pursued it while it was victorious, and pursued it until the Jinhan border, and He Lingchuan collected his troops and returned.

The battle turned from danger to safety, and the Xiqian puppet army and the Jinhan army were defeated like a mountain, and fled in a panic, and were chased and killed by the Yuheng army.

By dawn, the Yuheng army had killed and wounded more than 1,300 enemy soldiers and captured more than 400 prisoners.

The opponent gathered more than 2,800 people, and most of the losses in this battle were lost.

He Lingchuan did not wait for his subordinates to count the results of the battle, and hurried back to the city on horseback.

The Vilu Worm Demon was still trapped in the bell, and everyone did not touch the bell, but strengthened more formations on it to prevent the Worm Demon from escaping.

The problem of dealing with the insect demon will be handed over to Panlong City.

This monster is powerful and peculiar, and it should also be a registered big monster in Bega, and the pharmacists of Panlong City will be very interested.

The sappers were already working on repairing the city gate and the trestle, and the wounded such as Wicker were also carried to the nearest inn for emergency treatment.

When He Lingchuan arrived, Wicker occupied a single room by himself, with a white cloth wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and his broken arm was also fixed.

She looked exhausted, and although the time she had just had to fight against Fushan Lie and the Insect Demon was short, it was the most dangerous thing she had ever experienced in her life, and she was really preoccupied with it, and she couldn't afford to miss it.

Seeing He Lingchuan coming, Wicker smiled at him: "Win?" ”

"Of course."

A Luo said on the side: "The medication is timely, and it is also an internal and external application of emperor slurry, which is very good for the injury." ”

The night was too long, and the Emperor Slurry wasn't even over yet. Ah Luo used the freshest emperor slurry to cure diseases and save people, and the result was twice the result with half the effort and the effect was wonderful.

Thanks to the thief Han Buxia for his tip

(End of chapter)