"Second brother?"

Gongye Ziyi shouted in confusion.

Ning He turned his head, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Call them all up, go south, don't stay away." ”

Gongye Ziyi was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and rushed into his tent.

Ning He also turned around and called Cheng Chen and Ke Han up.

"San Lang, take them south, don't be with the Yongwang Mansion Guard. Ke Han, go to the camp to warn. ”

As he spoke, he lifted his spear and turned on his horse, and quickly headed north.

"King Hexiao is here, stop the horse and retreat!"

Walking out of Lixu, Ning He roared violently.

However, under the dark night, a snow-bright sword light, ten steps away, surging towards Ning He.

Ning He's face froze, he hit the horse to avoid it, the knife qi slashed on the ground, stirred up the dust, and a five-foot-long knife mark appeared on the ground.

"! It's really Chinese cabbage! ”

Ning He scolded angrily, turned his horse and retreated, took off the longbow in his hand, and shot an arrow behind him.

There are more shadows on the opposite side, there are no less than three hundred people, and there is also a Dao Yan Realm, he can't stop it, so he can only fly a kite.

This arrow has no accuracy, it is purely a shot into the pile, and there is a matter of whether there are dates or not.

However, the night was too dark, and the other party's momentum was too urgent, and he really heard a scream.

Then there was a deep shout, "Spread out, surround it!" ”

More than 300 people were divided into six teams, each in one direction, spreading out to the south, and pulling into a southern arc.

And the other party also had bows and arrows in hand, although most of them were not as long as Ning He's range, and the arrows that came were basically just aggressively nailed to the ground behind Ning He.

But there are also a few people, with good strength, who have a heavy bow, and three or five arrows go straight to Ning He's heart with a thud.

Ning He dodged left and right, but he didn't have a chance to turn around and fire another arrow.

At this moment, an old man with white hair in the back jumped out of the horse, his sleeves fluttering, stepped on the ground, and slashed at Ning He with a straight knife in his hand, and the knife shone brightly.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of his figure, Ning He's longbow was retracted, the spear was taken from the victory hook, and he jumped off the horse.

With a sonorous sound, the knives and spears struck in one place, Ning He hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, and the knife qi grazed his ear, bringing out a string of blood beads.

Ning He's expression was fierce, and he picked up the spear and stabbed it in the neck.

The person who came only snorted contemptuously, and the strength of his left hand surged, and a ball of energy shot out, knocking Ning He's blow downward.

Then the sword light drew out the practice, and then slashed towards Ning He, and this knife cut out, it was non-stop, more than a dozen sword qi in a row raged vertically and horizontally, and in an instant, it fell towards Ning He almost at the same time.

Ning He withdrew and retreated, pulled the spear on the side, and stepped out with a thud under his feet, and the strong air around his body flowed towards the tip of the spear, like a rolling river, as he swept forward, smashing towards the sealed knife qi.

The spear tip is bright and solid, like a leading general, like a leading bull, fiercely breaking into the sword qi.

More than a dozen knives exploded, shaped like a star mist, a wild dragon, lightly revived its body, and re-entered.

The old man with the knife had a look in his eyes, and he slashed up, wrapped around the body of the spear, and spun to the side to suppress the mad dragon.

Between the explosion of the soil, the knife that gathered the condensed energy was restricted, and it was sharpened along the pole, and the old man fasted forward under his feet, and approached Ning He like a trace.

Ning He shook his hand and threw the spear behind him, and he turned over with a harrier, dodged the knife, grabbed the neck of the spear in the air, and then stabbed forward.

The old man retreated sideways, spun his body and rushed forward, and then slashed down with a knife, the target was exactly where Ning He's body was about to fall.

Ning He's expression was solemn, the spear was pulled back again, the tail of the spear barely blocked the old man's knife, but the figure that would fall to the ground retreated violently, and he retreated a few steps in a row, and the leather armor of his arms had also been cut off, faintly showing blood marks, and the placket of his waist and abdomen was broken off more than half a foot, revealing the scale armor inside.

At this time, Ning He could only rejoice.

If he hadn't taken over the errand of King Yong, he would have worn his chest and back armor, and if he wanted to fight again, he would have been even more reluctant.

In my heart, I secretly said that Ziyu was a bastard, why didn't I come for so long!

I can't stand it.

Zheng'er Bajing fought against a prepared Daoyan Grand Master, and he was really a little worse.

But the other party has deceived himself again, and no matter how much he thinks, he has to suppress them all, shoot out the spear, and smash it over.

But the old man was like a flower and butterfly, standing up with a knife, jumping up by himself, spinning to the other side, and pointing at him again with a knife.

Ning He fought with a few hands, and it was known that this old Deng was extremely fast, and he didn't dare to use the old moves, stepping on the ground and twisting his waist, and turning the spear around was to pick and stab the past again.

Then the footsteps flipped and jumped back, not giving the old man a chance to get close.

Unexpectedly, this retreat was just right, avoiding the old man's fatal blow.

I saw a brilliant sword qi, which was thrown out by the old man with a palm knife again, stabbed diagonally, and swept in front of him.

Ning He shook his hand and returned a shuttle dart, numb claws, what would you do if you were going to leave things around?

However, the shuttle dart, which had repeatedly made meritorious contributions, was pinched by the old man with two fingers stretched out this time, and then thrown back against him.

Ning He knocked the spear away, and Lang laughed: "How powerful it is, I was not injured by the master!" ”

The dark red on the shuttle dart was keenly captured by him, and it was obvious that the old man was far from being so easy to take this dart.

The old man snorted coldly, "The old man wants to see, the gods are not up to the void, and your true yuan can withstand a few tricks!" ”

As he spoke, he circled around Ning He, and one after another awe-inspiring sword qi slashed towards Ning He, as if shrouded.

There was a deep cold edge all around, Ning He's face was unprecedentedly dignified, he screamed, his body strength soared, and a spear fought in all directions.

Ning He could only put his strength on the spear, and gave all his heart to it, using all his life's learning, smashing and slapping, slashing and splitting, and between the four battles, the spear danced into a mess.

The energy between the fields was agitated, and the energy of the two sides continued to collide and blow up.

I saw a blurry figure, like a struggling angry dragon, rolling and soaring, smashing the prisoners of the four seas, just trying to break free.

Suddenly, Ning He's heart was so good that Ning He originally felt that there seemed to be a gap in the impermeable knife net around him, and the alarm in his heart suddenly rose, and he immediately tried his best to slash it with a spear.

The old man stopped, his eyes showed surprise, and he slashed out with a knife, and was in one place with Ning He's spear.

A squeaky sound sounded from between the weapons in one place, and then the old man withdrew three steps, and Ning He's spear arm was raised high and stuck backwards into the ground, so that he could support his body and not fall to the ground.

At the right time, a feathered arrow, like a meteor, fell and shot at the back of the old man's heart.

The old man's expression froze, and before he could stand firmly, he swung his knife and slashed behind him, blocking the arrow while his body staggered again.

Ning He grinned, flicked his legs back, picked up the spear, dragged it behind him, and rushed towards the old man.

Taking advantage of the old man's staggering figure, he dragged the knife and slashed out, and by the momentum, he slashed and fell obliquely towards the old man.

The old man roared angrily, waved his knife again, covered it with a rolling knife, and vowed to cut Ning He in half with his spear.

However, at this time, Ziyu galloped closer to the horse, and another arrow shot down, and the old man scolded the two of them for not talking about martial arts, but he could only be distracted again, roll up his strength, and sweep forward.

With his distraction, Ning He suddenly made another point of strength, and the whole person's shoulders sank forward, pressing all his strength on the spear body, making the old man's hand holding the knife sink suddenly, as if he couldn't hold it.

Then Ning He's fierce back hand was sent forward, and the whole person turned over and lay on his back, and sent the spear forward again, slashing towards the old man's neck.

The old man was annoyed, grabbed back with his left hand that blocked the arrow, drenched in blood, grabbed Ning He's spear, stuck it in front of his neck, stretched out his hand and pulled it violently, dragged Ning He's figure towards him, raised his knees and kicked his legs, and was about to kick Ning He away.

Ning He's free right hand turned out another shuttle dart, nailed it into the center of his raised foot, and directly sank into the leg.

The old man roared in pain, and his injured foot couldn't even touch the ground, so he only staggered and jumped back two steps on one leg, and the murderous intent in his eyes seemed to overflow, staring at Ning He who was kicked away.

Ning Heqin's bloody mouth grinned, and the old man suddenly felt bad.

Zi Yu had already jumped on his horse and killed, and with a knife that condensed the sword qi, he slashed down the back of the old man's neck, and a head flew to the ground.

"Okay?" Ziyu lifted his head and hung it on his waist, and asked Ning He.

"Make do." Ning He wiped away the spilled blood, took out a bag of pills and threw them into his mouth.

"I'll go back to the camp, you're outside, do it." Ziyu said again.

"Okay." Ning He nodded in response, whistled, called the horse back, just got on the horse, but saw the direction of the camp, a flash of gunfire, like a special fireworks.

He retreated and fought, and he was already not far from his camp, about three hundred steps away, which was Ziyu's camp, which was not too far.

At this time, the more than 300 enemies have also surrounded the camp and engaged the guards in the camp.

If Ziyu hadn't been notified and needed to arrange for the enemy, he wouldn't have come so slowly.

But in today's situation, it is obvious that the other party still has a Daoyan Realm martial artist, and Ziyu was deliberately lured out of the mountain.

Ning He couldn't help but look at Zi Yu, but found that Zi Yu's face was not too anxious, he just sneered and tilted his head at Ning He.

Ning He simply stopped asking, nodded, and beat his horse towards the outskirts of the camp.

Ziyu also turned his horse back to the camp.

After a short time, the two of them fought back to the vicinity of the camp, Ziyu rode straight in, as if entering a no-man's land, the enemy cavalry on the periphery could not stop him for a moment, and when the long knife was displayed, several human heads would be thrown.

And Ning He's side is not so arrogant, his true yuan is gone, he is injured at all, and he can't make up for it in a day and a half, so he doesn't dare to use it again.

At the moment, with the bow in hand, relying on himself to shoot farther, free from the outside, the cold is to shoot down a person.

Someone came to chase, immediately hit the horse and left, flying the opponent's kite, killing with an arrow and an arrow, no one attacked, the arrow fell like a bead, and the killing was faster.

Quickly slay down a group of enemies.

And in the camp, a tall and thin old man with a clear face was fighting with Li Zai, the king of Hexiao.