The crowd of people who killed the tent of the king of the Yan Dynasty was surging and pushing, and the blood and water converged into a stream under the blades of thousands of knives, and the corpses of the people were lying on the ground, and the broken stumps fell not far away, including the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom and the people of the Yan Kingdom.

In the chaos of the fight, the tall Dian Wei and Xu Chu held their respective weapons, walked forward, killing while walking, and someone nearby pounced, and they were all flying out with a halberd or a knife.

They were no more than fifty feet from the king's tent.

At this time, the tent was brightly lit, the brazier and lamppost swayed with firelight, reflecting the figures of the three people on the ground, and the felt, cloth, silk, sword, and sword qi in the king's tent were torn to tatters, and the chair where the old man often sat was also nailed to pieces by spears.

"...... of the Summer King of the Yan Kingdom"

The Devil straightened up with the huge scimitar in his hand, and looked greedily at the man standing at the tearing gap in the king's tent.

What the other party said, what he said, neither side could understand.

Su Chen held the sword in both hands, and there was a faint cyclone visible to the naked eye all over his body, which was the sign of the cultivation of the Martial God Gang Qi, and a layer of Gang Qi would be covered around his body to offset the damage.

"General Zhao is on it together!"

This is a battle between the two armies, not a heads-up between the rivers and lakes, even if Su Chen's martial arts have reached the fourth rank now, he never thought of one-on-one with this old guy called the ghost of the ghost.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, and the victory or defeat of the war as soon as possible is the most important thing.

His words fell, holding the sword of King Xia and pushing it to the opposite side At the same time, Zhao Yun's footsteps were continuous, the speed was amazing, his martial arts were already great, and his physical condition was at the peak of his prime, and he was no longer Zhao Zilong back then.

He took the last step under his feet, his body with the whistling of the wind, and the green sword in his hand swept out, bringing a near-perfect fan-shaped sword light in the firelight.

The sword of the ghost was blocked, and the sword of the green sword grazed the edge of his knife, and the sound of 'bang' stirred up sparks, and the open leather jacket of the ghost was blown backwards in the wind, and his footsteps were deep in the ground and kept retreating.

Zhao Yun strode closer, and the sword blade opened and closed and pressed the other party to continue to retreat: "Take the head!" ”

The Qingyu sword slashed out according to the opponent's neck, and the ghost raised the knife to block the blade, stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Yun's wrist, and lifted him out to the side, Zhao Yun also grabbed him with his backhand, and at the same time, he also used the opponent's strength to lift the ghost into the air.

In just a few breaths, the two had just clashed, and it had been several rounds, and Su Chen, who rushed over, came up with a sword.

He stepped heavily under his feet, volleyed down into the air, and the Xia Wang Sword in his hand lifted the sword light, slashing out angrily from top to bottom.

The wide sword body slashed at the abdomen of the Devil of the Whip, and the knife that the Ghost of the Devil swung was also slashed at Su Chen's chest, and the blade of the knife rubbed a faint qi and approached the flesh and skin, and the knife momentum had been offset by most of it, leaving only a shallow wound on Su Chen's chest.

Almost in a moment's breath, the two exchanged moves in mid-air.

The old man's body fell heavily to the ground, shaking out a large amount of dust, surrounding him, his abdomen was a hot pain, he looked down, a sword blade cut a wound, like a red line across the abdomen, he covered the wound and stood up.

"I have been crisscrossing the grassland for sixty-two years, and how many years have it taken me to go from being unknown to being the first warrior of the grassland...... It's just one step away from the top. The ghost covered his wounds, lifted the scimitar again, and stared at Su Chen and Zhao Yun with scarlet eyes, "Why don't you give it to me!" ”

Zhao Yun 'cut' a sound, walked to the shattered chair, pulled out the gentian spear that was slanted on the ground, and turned around with a spear in one hand and a green sword in the other.

"What is he talking about?" Su Chen looked down at the blood on his hands, a cruel smile appeared on his face, he was rarely injured, such pain not only did not make him feel afraid, but made Su Chen more and more excited, he hung the Xia King Sword in his hand at his side, and walked towards the opposite ghost.

From Ding'an to Yanjing, from the north to the Central Plains, he has participated in every battle, although he is not the first to fight, but he has never been afraid, and now, the fighting spirit is awe-inspiring.

If you can't even kill a barbarian old man, how can you embarrass your ancestors and ancestors!

Su Chen raised his right arm, crossed the Xia Wang Sword, and rushed directly to the opposite side, killing with the Demon Puller, and Zhao Yun also followed.

……

The sound of horses' hooves and footsteps outside the tent was mixed, spreading towards the king's tent here, and then there was a fierce fight and impact, and in the sound of the collision, the rough voice shouted: "King!" ”

Xu Chu dragged a knife and knocked a few people out of the crowd: "King, don't be afraid! Chu Laiye! ”

A giant man with knotted muscles, a rough fat man who is as fat as a mountain, running wildly left and right in parallel, Dian Wei threw out a halberd, tore through the skin felt of the king's tent in front of him, and the burly figure rushed over like a cannonball, Xu Chu spread his feet and ran wildly, tore open the gap in the king's tent with a swing of the knife, and crashed into it.

……

"Ahhh

His hair was scattered, his mouth roared, and his hands held the hilt of his sword frantically colliding with the intertwined spears and swords.

Woo Woo Woo –

The blade bumped against the blade, and waves of qi burst out from between the two soldiers, the sword qi and sword qi were indiscriminately vertical and horizontal, scratching blood marks on Su Chen's face, blood marks on Su Chen's shoulder, and scars on Zhao Yun's arm.

The three of them were entangled with each other, and swept the ghost with a sword, forcing the Xia Wang Sword and the Qingyu Sword that arrived together, and the moment he retreated, Dian Wei descended from mid-air, and the fit was on his side, and the terrifying impact force directly knocked the ghost out of the air, vomiting blood in mid-air.

In the next second, Xu Chu entered the account, and the fat body also hit hard-

When the old body rolled on the ground, the huge king tent lost half of its support, tilted down, and made a 'crackling' cracking sound, dragging the covered felt and cloth to fall down with a bang, burying several people underneath.

A few 'hiss' sounds.

Su Chen swung his sword to split the felt and drilled out, Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and Zhao Yun also drilled out from below, looking at the place where the ghost fell, the same sound of tearing the cloth sounded, and the thin old man waved his knife to split the cloth and felt, and rushed out directly, but did not kill Su Chen and the others, but fled in the direction of the west.

"Run?!"

Su Chen held his sword and chased after Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and Zhao Yun, Dian Wei inserted a halberd behind his back, and threw the halberd forward with the small halberd as he ran.

There was a sound of gold and iron.

The Devil slashed the halberd with a sideways slash, then continued to run, got up and pulled it out, and as he fled, he shouted to the Celestial Man who was fighting in front of him to come and protect him.

In the battle group fighting over there, a tall figure turned his head, as if he heard the shouts of the ghost, and quickly rushed over, the ghost did not stop, and when he saw someone coming towards him, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, however, when he rushed to a burning tent, he saw the figure on the opposite side who responded to him, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

In the firelight, Li Xuanba, who was dressed in black mountain armor and tall and tall, held a double hammer in his hand, and stood in the firelight covered in blood, looking at him hideously.

"Surprise!"

The urn gold drum hammer brings the whistling!

The ghost raised the knife to block it, and with a loud bang, the blade of the knife pressed against his chest, and the chest cavity converled, directly spewing out a mouthful of blood mist

At a certain moment, the footsteps behind him were sharp, and Su Chen slashed to death a slugger who rushed to the side, and saw the old man who slid a few steps backwards.

He yelled in his voice: "Pull out the ghost!" ”

With a shake of the Xia Wang Sword, the moment the blood beads were sprinkled, the figure rushed over, and the people here rushed desperately to intercept it, and were pushed out by Su Chen's agitated qi.

Over there, as soon as the old man stood still, he heard the roar of Yan Guo's words, as if he felt like he was calling him, and when he turned his head, his eyes reflected Su Chen who rushed over, and the sword of King Xia that he waved away.

'Decades ago, I was a prairie warrior, and decades later, I am still a ......'

Thinking like this, he clenched the hilt of his knife and turned around, pounced on the rushing Xia King, and shouted, "Come on—"

This is a contest between the two armies with the highest ones!

The ghost slashed out with all his might, and the figure rushing in front of him came in an instant!

Su Chen, who was only wearing long boots, pants, and skirt armor, and was naked, held the sword in both hands to block his sword, and turned around, and the wide long sword turned along the opponent's knife edge, and came to the side of the ghost.

The sword of King Xia held in both hands, according to the old man's neck, slashed down with a sword-

The red color of blood came into view.

The hideous head rushed into the sky with a blood arrow that shot out. The human head rolled down, and was caught by Su Chen, lifted it above his head in his hand, gasped violently, and let out a laugh that he didn't quite understand.

"Huh...... Hahaha......"

Seeing this scene, the people who wanted to rush around saw this scene and stood in place, and someone dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground.

It was almost early in the morning, the fighting was still going on, and the soldiers in all directions were still rushing to kill, and the news of the ghost being conferred began to spread at this time.

The boiling night is gradually lonely.

Wave after wave of scarlets cried and fell to their knees.

The war is finally over

(End of chapter)