The wolf uncovered the "cloth" in front of him and walked out.

At this time, there was still a mountain of blood and flesh outside, and the screams and shouts of killing were endless.

He lay on the wall, tilting his head sideways, watching his people being pushed off the wall one by one.

And not far from him, there was a person lying - the protector beside that Yan Hou.

He suddenly gained strength, sat up at once, and rushed up with a rolling belt, trying to kill him while he was unprepared.

"Wait!" There was a shout from high in the sky, "This person is of great use in my Northern Regions, it's not too late to bring it back and then kill it!" At this moment, two people fell from the sky, and one of them sealed the master, carried him on his shoulder, and was about to turn around and leave.

Looking at the two people in front of him, he shouted excitedly:

"Lord Youxian, are you here?"

The "Right Virtuous King" heard the call and turned around. He looked at the wild wolf and hesitated for a moment, and asked a little uncertainly, "You, are you the wild wolf under the Great Order?" ”

"It's me! It's me! "The wolf is happy. He didn't expect to see King Xian at such a critical juncture.

"Hahaha!" "Right Virtuous King" smiled happily: "You greet me, why don't you greet Zuo Xianwang?"

"King Zuoxian?" The wild wolf looked at the person next to the "Right Virtuous King" in surprise, he looked at it for a while, and suddenly something flashed in his mind: Is he still in that illusion?

Thinking of this, the wild wolf couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, he restrained his awe of the superior, and the vast battle intent erupted, swinging his fist. To his satisfaction, the two "virtuous kings" not only did not defend, but also did not counterattack, but were directly beaten to pieces.

Not only that, but even the space behind the illusion was cracked with radial lines.

Everything around is gone, and in the vast world, only the white of the brush is left, and even the cracks that have just been punched are slowly closing in.

Of course, in addition to the wild wolf, there is another living person in the fantasy world - Mr. Su.

"Rao I am the eldest disciple of Shizun, and I have to admit that you are very powerful!" Mr. Su looked at the wolf with a smile on his face.

The wild wolf looked at the stinky face in front of him, and immediately realized that what he had just experienced was a scam, and even the other party had secretly used his reaction to test something, and the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't be contained.

In addition to being weak-hearted, the wild wolf decided to strike first. Attack Mr. Su violently, but the strange thing is that Mr. Su has no intention of fighting him, but constantly dodges his attack methods, allowing him to blast this space out of cracks and repair it secretly.

After gradually calming down, the wild wolf also understood the other party's intentions.

"You're trying to trap me?"

The wild wolf originally thought that this mysterious person from the Eastern Regions would say: You guess. As a result, people nodded very frankly, and even kindly explained: "I can't tell the winner from you." Instead of going out and disrupting the battle, it is better to trap you. In this way, you have one less master in the Northern Regions, and I have one less master in the Eastern Regions, isn't that just right? ”

The wild wolf was about to nod, but suddenly realized that something was wrong: the Eastern Regions were full of talents, and one less was nothing; But there are not many masters in the Northern Regions, is it better to have one less of him?

But Mr. Su ignored him at all, and asked him a question instead.

"Your strength is much stronger than when you were chased and killed by Momen." Mr. Su looked at him very seriously, "At the beginning, the people who were dispatched from the Thousand Machines Fort could be counted on one hand, but it turned out that it was only by relying on strange objects that I killed you alone. It's not easy for you to be able to make me so tricky this time alone. ”

Hearing the other party uncover his scars again, the wolf was about to rage. But when he heard that people seemed to be praising him in the end, he still didn't make any radical moves.

But there is one thing that even Mr. Su ignores. The reason for the failure of the wild wolves against the encirclement and suppression of the Thousand Machines Fort was not that the wild wolves were poor, but that they were in the hinterland of the Eastern Regions at that time, and as the people of the Northern Regions, they were not blessed by luck, so they were beaten by the Thousand Machines Fort with those strange things like lost dogs.

The wild wolf can't help Mr. Su, and Mr. Su is not willing to let go of the wild wolf. The two of them just spent time in this space. However, there seems to be no sense of what is happening outside, that is, it is fate that has won; Or did the Eastern Regions win. None of them know.

In the end, the wild wolf still thought that Mr. Su would know, because the other party had been muttering at a chess piece, and he didn't know what he was doing, and it was definitely not a good thing for him anyway.

……

The outside world, the battlefield.

The great life was as fast as a leopard, and the long knife in his hand slashed across the sky, bringing a fierce wind to howl. He angrily slashed at Yan Hou, intending to be ashamed. At the same time, Yan Hou also showed a bravery comparable to his life. With a spear in hand, he rose into the air and stood proudly against the enemy. The moves of the two sides were like lightning and flint, arousing the rolling battle intent.

The Great Death Sword is powerful, and every blow contains infinite power. His body is vigorous, vertical and fast, and he seems to be powerful and heavy on the surface, but a closer look reveals that his knife intent is as flexible as flowing water. His offensive was as continuous as a prairie, wielding a long knife like a prairie wolf waving its claws, and the sword light flickered.

And Yan Hou's marksmanship is majestic and sharp. His spear danced, and he stood like a storm of snow. He calmly faced the attack of great life, and his body was as stable as a tree. The spear carried the momentum of the proud snow, and it was impossible to wield it, and the snow rolled up on the spear was like a dragon in the sky, like a storm.

On the battlefield, the two leaders launched a thrilling battle, and their every move and style condensed countless blood and sweat, full of their fearless courage. They exude a heroic nature, and with the sparks of battle, their figures are fighting at the head of the city, and the scene is fierce and spectacular.

Such a magnificent scene attracted everyone's attention. The guards and besiegers inside and outside the city, as well as the common people behind the city, watched the battle of these two warriors, their eyes widened, and they could not help but be shocked by such a feat, and admired these two heroes.

However, there is an end to the battle. In the tense duel, Yan Hou's strength was still slightly inferior. As the battle lengthened, Yan Hou was a little powerless to deal with the sword momentum.

Suddenly, the sword momentum of the great life suddenly froze. Yan Hou seized the opportunity, and the gun's momentum changed, stabbing at the big life as fast as lightning. The great life is like a beast at the end of the road, forced to a dead end by Yanhou's spear.

Who knows, this is just a slack move to lure Yan Hou into action. Yan Hou saw that he couldn't take the big life, so he swung his spear and knocked the knife in the big life's hand away. And Yan Hou's shot was too big, and the door was wide open at this time. The seemingly unarmed Great Life took the opportunity to imprint a palm on Yan Hou's chest, and the vast battle intent erupted. Yan Hou swallowed this trick hard, a mouth full of blood spurted out, and landed straight on the city wall.

There was a sudden silence on the battlefield, leaving only a heavy sound of falling to the ground. The highest combat power of the current defender has fallen, so is it necessary to fight this war?

Da Ming looked at Yan Hou, who was still trying to get up, and shook his head.

"You're a good opponent!" Da Ming looked down and said, "It's a pity, I'm Da Ming, and you're just Hou." If you were the king now, your situation might not change much, but I am far from being as good as I am now. ”

Luck! Luck again! Although Da Ming is in the Eastern Regions, he is the pinnacle of the Northern Regions, and he has his own luck. Even if it is not much, it is an immeasurable amount for the common people who have worked in the fields all their lives. This is also why even if the wise man is missing a hand and even goes deep into the Northern Regions Royal Court, he can only send him out comfortably like sending his ancestors, and he doesn't dare to say that he will be forcibly taken down.

Although Yan Hou also has his own luck, his strength is not at the peak level, and his status is not at the peak level, plus the reason that his strength has not fully recovered after enlightenment, so he will reach today's predicament. Otherwise, at this time, Da Ming would not be able to slowly recover his knife that was picked up by Yan Hou and flew to the point where he didn't know where to go.

After searching for a long time, he finally found his love knife in a pile of flesh and blood coagulated by corpses and blood. He picked it up, grabbed a rag that was flying around, wiped the filth off the knife, and quietly examined his beloved knife.

The warriors of the Northern Regions did not attack again, and they looked at the king of the city with reverence. And the Yan army, whose face was like ashes, did not resist again. They watched silently at the man who had knocked down the pillar of their faith.

Daimei seemed to enjoy the atmosphere, and he felt the eyes around him as he wiped his knife.

I don't know how long it took, the people in the Northern Regions were cheering enthusiastically, and the Yan army was wailing silently.

Da Ming shook off the dirty rag, simply attached the vast battle intent to his hand, and wiped off the small residue on the surface of the knife. Looking at the clear knife surface, my mood gradually improved.

Suddenly, he saw from the face of the knife that there was a man holding a knife and slashing at him!

"Dang!" The big life turned back and blocked. I saw that the man saw that one move didn't work, so he stabbed again. It's nothing fancy, it's just a pure chop, and the big life is easily blocked. The man continued to shoot again, and the great life continued to block, looking for an opportunity to fight back.

But while fighting, Da Ming found out that something was wrong. The master in front of him is actually using a wooden knife?

If it weren't for the fierce fighting, he couldn't be discouraged casually, and he wanted the other side to stop first, so that he could pick up the chin that fell on the ground and fight again.

Why can a wooden knife be so strong? Da Ming looked at the thin wooden blade that could not be chopped any way, and turned from horror to contemplation.

A sharp pain came from his lower back, and he was injured! Damn it! How can this be distracted? Da Ming didn't dare to slack off anymore, the vast battle intent erupted, and the continuous knife momentum swept in, which was bound to cut the broken wooden knife into debris and fly all over the sky.

But miraculously, not only did the wooden knife not break, but the master also took the attack.

It's just why - the great life didn't feel the existence of the will or force from the other party's body?

Resist his vast battle intent with physical strength, what kind of monster is this!