The shouting and killing outside the camp continued, and the bearded men in the camp were already laying out shield arrays and archers, and once they found a thousand snow enemy soldiers, they immediately shot and killed.

Hu Ziran even took his big bow and walked to the camp gate, the bow and arrow in his hand were facing the road leading to Liancheng, and just now Qianxue soldiers passed through that road and ran to Liancheng, all of them were shot to death by the archers arranged here by Hu Ziran.

Just as Hu Ziran shot an arrow and shot a lame Qianxue soldier who ran towards Liancheng, he heard the sound of horses' hooves in the oblique and immediately shot an arrow. After waiting for a while, he saw a cavalryman coming, and the horseman had a long-handled broadsword in his hand. And Hu Ziran took a look at it with the help of the firelight next to him, and saw that the person was wearing the armor of General Qianxue, and snorted coldly and said, "Volley!" ”

The archers immediately took their bows and shot their arrows at the man, and the man heard the sound of the bowstring, and when he looked back, he saw by the light of the fire that the archers in the camp were shooting arrows at him, and with their feet firmly clamped around the horse, and turned around and hid themselves under the belly of the horse.

But I heard the war horse roaring, and the horse seemed to have been hit by a few arrows on the buttocks, and the man hiding in the horse's belly turned around and rode on the horse's back again.

When the man looked back, he felt a chill in his body, and with an "ah" sound, he fell to the ground. The man covered his right eye with his right hand, his right eye was shot by an arrow, and black blood flowed out, the man staggered to his feet, and listened to the bowstring vibrate, and danced with one hand, blocking the bow and arrows around him, but the bow and arrow were too big to be seen in the night, and he was hit by a few arrows.

Outside the camp, another war horse rushed out, and on the war horse, the green dragon glaive knife in the hand of Cheng Lu Yu, who was like a madman, flashed with cold light, rushed over, and counterattacked with one blow, and flirted towards the person.

The man was already weak, and he only had one eye, and he couldn't see clearly, and the long-handled broadsword in his hand slammed down. With a sound of "poof", the man's long-handled broadsword blocked Cheng Lu Yu's counterattack, but Cheng Lu Yu's knife was so powerful that the man's arm was numb, and he could see Cheng Lu Yu's Qinglong Yanyue knife dancing and slashing at his head, so he could only raise the knife blankly.

Still a beat slower, the Green Dragon Glaive swept past the man's neck. Cheng Lu Yu cut off the man's head with a knife, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand was retracted, and then the knife slapped violently, and the head that was still spinning in the air saw that the head roared, and rushed towards the Qianxue army in the city.

The man's head fell to the ground, and Lian Zhan stepped forward to take a look, and saw that the man's eyes were wide open, but it was the tart pulling the jade pot!

Lian Zhan beckoned to a guard beside him, and asked him to pick up the head of the tart and pull the jade pot to the side, he looked at Cheng Luyu, who was mopping the ground with a long knife on the ten-zhang wide road, and immediately smiled, carried his horse lance, got on his own horse, and rushed out on the horse.

It's just that the booth Lian Zhan is still three feet away from the tart jade pot is stopped, you must know that in the dark, the archers in the bearded camp are looking at this place with fierce eyes.

Cheng Luyu smiled disdainfully and said, "Sure enough, it's a barbarian, it can be saved, but it can't be saved." ”

At the booth, Lian Zhan said lightly, "Whether I save it or not is my business, it's none of your business." As long as Lian Zhan sent a small team of cavalry out to help the tart jade pot just now, the tart jade pot would not be beheaded by Cheng Lu Yu so easily.

Cheng Luyu smiled coldly and looked coldly at the booth Lian Zhan; Lian Zhan looked indifferent at the booth, and the horse lance in his hand was mentioned, pointing to Cheng Lu Yu.

The wind is on fire, and the bonfire is rising.

"Kill!" , Cheng Luyu and the booth fought continuously, the two of them clamped the horse, and the war horse rushed out like an arrow from the string.

"Poof!" , Cheng Lu Yu's hand between the Qinglong Yanyue Knife is full of murderous aura, extremely powerful, and it is a vertical slash. The booth battle was originally a blow to Cheng Lu Yu, and when he saw Cheng Lu Yu's vertical slash, he immediately shook it back and carried it upward, blocking Cheng Lu Yu's vertical slash.

Cheng Luyu pressed the handle of the knife with both hands, raised his hips slightly, and pressed down violently with the help of horsepower. Lian Zhan only felt that he had a lot of strength in Lu Yu's hands, his hands were pressed down, and the blade was about to lean against his neck.

Lian Zhan knew that it was very dangerous at the moment, his body fell backwards in a hurry, fell on the horse's back, and the horse lance in his hand slashed inward, breaking away from the Qinglong Yanyue knife in Cheng Lu Yu's hand, loosening the stirrup with his left foot, kicking it on the blade of the Qinglong Yanyue knife, kicking it off, wrapping his back hand, holding the horse lance in one hand, and stabbing directly at Cheng Lu Yu.

The Qinglong Yanyue knife in Cheng Luyu's hand was broken away by the booth Lian Zhan, and he saw that the horse lance in the hand of the booth Lian Zhan stabbed directly at him, and when he clamped the horse, the war horse under the crotch retreated, pulling the distance between the Zhan and the Zhan, and Cheng Luyu took advantage of this opportunity to knock it diagonally and knock it on the horse lance in the hand of Lian Zhan in the booth, knocking it off.

Cheng Luyu dodged the pick in Lian Zhan's hand at the booth, clamped the horse, and the war horse rushed up again, and the handle of the glaive knife was pulled back, and then a slash was slashed, directly slashing at the waist of Lian Zhan in the booth.

The horse lance in the hand of Lian Zhan in the booth intercepted Cheng Lu Yu's Qinglong Glaive Knife, and the two war horses instantly intervened, Cheng Luyu's hands slipped, and the Qinglong Glaive Knife turned, slashed back with a blow, and slashed at the booth Lian Zhan from behind. And the booth even turned his body away, holding a horse lance in his left hand and stabbing at Cheng Lu Yu.

The two exchanged hands like this, staggered the horses, turned back the war horses, and fought with horses again, the two fought for more than ten rounds, and heard the sound of horses' hooves in the place where the beard was in the camp, and Cheng Luyu and the booth staggered.

Cheng Luyu looked back and saw that dozens of Qianxue cavalry were rushing towards this side with Shu Tianyu, Cheng Luyu could turn around with a horse and rush towards Shu Tianyu and the others, and the booth Lian Zhan turned back to Liancheng.

Shu Tianyu was surrounded by dozens of Qianxue cavalry and rushed to this side, seeing that Cheng Lu Yu rushed towards him, the cavalry next to Shu Tianyu immediately divided into half and rushed towards Cheng Lu Yu, while the rest was to protect Shu Tianyu and rush to Liancheng.

The cold light of the Qinglong Glaive in Cheng Lu Yu's hand flashed extremely fast, and as soon as he came, he cut off the cavalry who was riding first, and then pulled back, blocking the two spears that stabbed at him.

And Shu Tianyu's side was a foot away from Cheng Luyu, and rushed to Liancheng.

Shu Tianyu was surrounded by all the cavalry, looked back, and just glanced at Cheng Luyu, Shu Tianyu smiled coldly, made a movement with his right hand to wipe his neck, and then laughed wantonly and rushed towards Liancheng.

The cavalry who fought with Cheng Luyu saw that Shu Tianyu had rushed to Liancheng, pulled his horse, ran back, and between Cheng Luyu's horse chasing, the archers who were waiting for the battle, as soon as the bow and arrow in their hands were loosened, they shot at Cheng Luyu.

The Qinglong Yanyue Knife in Cheng Luyu's hand danced like a wind wheel, blocking the bow and arrow, and seeing that the remaining cavalry had fled back to the city, he could only turn his horse around and run towards the camp.