The three words of the King of Stone City spread like a plague in the ears of the forbidden army in an instant, even if everyone had a tiger courage, they couldn't help but shudder, the name of the King of Stone City was like a terrible spell, first killed the northern general, and then captured the western general, and now it actually appeared here again?

Feeling that the hearts of the enemy army were shaken, Fang Ling lost no time in roaring: "Sons, kill this king!"

With a tiger roar, the army of Shicheng Kingdom drank together, and the boiling battle intent flowed through the whole body like a tangible air, and the morale suddenly reached its peak.

Sun Jin couldn't help but be taken aback, only then did he realize that his shout had been used by the King of Shicheng, he roared loudly, and rushed towards Fang Ling with his sword.

Sun Jin's cultivation has also reached the level of the Qi realm, but compared to Fang Ling, who cultivates the true cultivation method, Fang Ling rushed all the way, so hard that he retreated towards the slope, and his face was extremely ugly.

The other generals roared and commanded groups of men and horses to rush down the slope in an attempt to stop the enemy's onslaught, but the soldiers of Ishijo were full of fighting spirit, and they were like wolves and tigers.

After the defense line of the forbidden army broke through with Fang Ling's team, Dong Canghai also led another pair to break through, forming a front and rear flanking attack, in front of the fierce and more superior Shicheng army, the Yizhou army with equal strength was defeated and retreated towards the top of the slope.

However, in the time of half a pillar of incense, the last front of the forbidden army was only a few hundred camp tents near the top of the slope, and the number of people was as much as 8,000, while the loss of Shichengguo's men and horses was only about 300.

On the hillside, the corpses of the war dead lay horizontally, the blood soaked the entire hillside, the rich smell of blood stimulated everyone's sense of smell, the forbidden soldiers couldn't help but feel jealous, the timid people's feet trembled, as the people and horses of Shicheng approached step by step, they involuntarily continued to retreat towards the top of the slope.

Fang Ling carried a knife and walked in front of the team, his indifferent eyes did not contain a trace of emotion, like a god of death from hell, trying to take away one fresh life after another.

Just when the forbidden army retreated again and again, the top camp tent on the top of the slope was opened, and a mighty sixty-year-old man walked out, and suddenly it was the arrogance of the king of Yizhou!

Sun Jin rushed to the top of the slope with his injured arm and rolled and rolled on, knelt down and blamed himself: "The subordinates are not good at escorting, please punish the king!"

Fang Zongao didn't look at him, his gaze slowly swept over the tragic battlefield, and finally fell on Fang Ling, and said with a faint smile: "Forget it, Sun Jin, you are indeed not the opponent of the King of Shicheng, it is understandable to lose in his hands." ”

Fang Ling squinted slightly and looked at Fang Zongao, although he was obviously a little older than he had been impressed, he was sure that this person was the real King of Yizhou.

Fang Zongao didn't seem to be worried about the situation in front of him at all, but looked at Tancheng leisurely, and then said with a smile: "King Shicheng, it seems that you are here with Huang Longhu to attack Tancheng, it is really amazing, there is not even a little warning beforehand." ”

Fang Ling shook the Kun heavy knife casually, and the blood on the knife body was immediately shocked to the slope, staining a patch of weeds red, and then said, "Uncle Huang has won the award." ”

Fang Zong stood arrogantly with his hands in his hands, still looking like a king, and said with a smile: "Then how do you know that this king is not in the city, but here?"