In the charge duel between more than ten breaths, Jingwu Jingwei fell a large piece, two or three thousand Jingwu Jingwei were killed, but the silver-armored Wuwei only killed two or three hundred people, almost a ratio of ten to one!

"Withdraw!"

Yang Xuan was a little indecisive, but he was also quite wise, and he gritted his teeth and shouted with resentment.

Jingwu Jingwei is one of the biggest foundations that their father and son have accumulated and cultivated for more than ten years, and now they can easily lose one-fifth, which makes Yang Xuan's heart feel like a drop of blood, which is more painful and uncomfortable than cutting flesh from his body.

"Want to go, it's too late!"

Wu Xin sneered, Shanhe Wen's heart shook, and he stepped out:

"Emperor Yu Shanhe!"

Teleported behind Yang Xuangan, and a stick slammed into Yang Xuangan's back, the wind and thunder roared, and Weiruo shattered the mountains and rivers.

This is Wu Xin's unexpected discovery, after practicing the "Code of Mountains and Rivers", it can be combined with "Emperor Yu Mountains and Rivers" to move short distances, which is quite the reason of the legendary "shrinking the land into inches".

"Be careful!"

The great monks around Yang Xuangan were shocked and anxiously exclaimed, twenty or thirty great monks rushed towards Yang Xuangan like the wind, but it was too late, after all, Yang Xuangan and Wu Xin were fighting alone before, and everyone had a distance.

"...... Sonor"

Yang Xuangan timely crossed the ancient spear and blocked the mountain and river stick.

Sparks shot out in the sonorous sound, the ancient spear flew out of his hand, the tiger's mouth burst and the blood was dripping, Yang Xuangan was also blown away by the distance, and the blood sprayed wildly.

Wu Xin's body flickered, as fast as an arrow from a string, and smashed out with a stick again, if it could hit, the power was enough to smash Yang Xuangan in half in the air.

"Broken Waves!"

"Broken Iron Palm!"

"Golden Finger!"

Twenty or thirty Yue Wangfu worshiped and loyally rescued each other, but they were blocked by many Sui Fang monks, and only five people were left to break through desperately, and then broke out a secret method to stimulate potential, and the speed soared, two rushed towards Yang Xuangan, and three attacked Wu Xin, intending to encircle Wei and save Zhao!

Wu Xin ignored the attack. The speed of the mountain and river stick did not decrease, and it bombarded Yang Xuangan......

"Click......"

Everyone didn't expect that Wu Guogong would not block or dodge, and he would kill Yang Xuangan as if he was going to die.

A white-haired old man's speed soared suddenly, turning his palm into a claw and grabbing at the Shanhe stick, condensing a pale giant claw more than ten meters in size, but he was crushed by the Shanhe stick, and the sound of dense bones shattering started......

The white-haired old man's palm was shattered, and his arm was broken, and the mountain and river stick still smashed down, hitting Yang Xuangan's abdomen, causing it to fall like a meteorite. Blood gushed out like a fountain, faintly carrying bursts of shattered internal organs.

"It's a pity ......"

was blocked by the white-haired old man with most of his power, and he couldn't kill Yang Xuangan with a stick, which made Wu Xin sigh with regret.

"Whoosh......"

Another gray-robed old man swept by like the wind, holding Yang Xuangan, who had not yet landed, and flew by.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

A knife, a palm, and a finger slammed into Wu Xin's back almost in order, causing Wu Xin to fall like a cannonball.

"Empty Palm!"

The Trapping Ancestor slapped down with a palm, hitting the back of the white-haired old man. Shattered half of his body's bones and internal organs, killing him instantly.

"Thunder Sword!"

"Shake the Yue Hand!"

"Nether Blade!"

"Viper Sword!"

Ben Lei Ancestor, Ancient Ape Ancestor, and Ghost Sword Ancestor followed, and they didn't save Wu Xin at all, and took the opportunity to kill the three great monks who attacked Wu Xin.

The snake sword, the old ancestor sword, stabbed at Yang Xuangan like a poisonous snake. But he stabbed the gray-robed old man who rescued Yang Xuangan in the back, pierced the true element of the body protector, and stabbed it into the back.

The gray-robed old man's body froze, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The speed did not decrease but increased, and flew away with Yang Xuangan.

Wu Xin staggered to the ground, his back brocade robe torn. There was another palm print and finger hole, and he looked regretfully at the gray-robed old man who retreated into the enemy formation and quickly moved away......

"Grandpa?!(Young Master)"

The eldest grandson Wujian, Wei Qi, Du Heng and others quickly arrived and said worriedly.

Wei Qi checked Wu Xin's back in a panic, but saw that Wu Xin's severed back only had a white mark, a piece of blood, a little black mark, and he was not injured and bleeding at all!

"Hoo ......"

Wu Xin's luck was relieved, the bright silver light on his back flashed, the three scars disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he shook his head and responded:

"It's okay! As long as it's not a divine soldier, you can't hurt my father!"

“......”

The eldest grandson Wujian breathed a sigh of relief, and his face bloomed like a flower. Wei Jue was dumbfounded, looking at Wu Xin with strange eyes, like seeing a monster. Although Wei Qi knew that Wu Xin was working hard to cultivate the body and divine skills with the help of the eldest grandson Wuji, he didn't expect to be so strong as this.

"In this way, he is still not Grandpa's opponent, no wonder he is not afraid of assassination......" Wei Qi muttered in a complicated mind.

The assassination of Wu Xin almost became Wei Qi's heart disease, although he accepted his fate, he still did not completely forget it.

"Kill!"

Wu Xin didn't pay attention to Wei Jue's strange appearance, he was a little on tiptoe, and he swept the air and landed on the back of the golden lion, and his luck was overrun.

"Kill!"

There was a shock to the battlefield, and the neat shouts that reached the nearby city rang out, the sound shook the void, and the silver-armored guards charged violently like a rainbow.

Behind the Jingwu Jingwei, who was defeated and retreated, countless rebels poured left and right, blocking the way of the silver-armored guards......

Sharp arrows rained down, overwhelmingly shooting at the silver armor guards, but they were ignored by the silver armor guards, and shot on the silver armor and silver armor, clanging sounds, quite pleasant, but they could not hurt the silver armor guards.

Thousands of sharp arrows fell, and only three or four unlucky and careless silver-armored guards were shot at the tribal horses!

"Boom ......"

Wu Xin took the lead, smashed the mountain and river stick in his hand, and brought up the violent air current, flying more than a dozen enemy troops in front of him, and the shield resisted the front, the shield shattered and the person flew, flew into the air, and was killed before he landed.

Like a golden lion made of pure gold, he rushed into the enemy formation with Wu Xin on his back, charging straight, and wherever he passed, people turned over on their backs, and no one could stop him.

The endless strong men kept shooting out from the enemy formation, attacking and killing Wu Xin, and Wu Xin was so ragged and embarrassed that he didn't see any injuries.

However, Wu Xin attracts blood mist to wrap itself, and ordinary people really can't tell whether it is Wu Xin's blood, and the attack and killing of the enemy is tireless!

"Poof......

Another spear stabbed out and stabbed Wu Xin's waist side, making Wu Xin's body shake.

"...... Sonor"

Wu Xin was furious, his left hand flipped over, and the phantom sword was in his hand, like a ghost seeking a soul, lightning slashed out, the spear was broken, the head stared and flew up, and the blood was like an infusion.

The mountains and rivers above the head have turned into the wind god Wenxin. In a blink of an eye, hundreds of wind blades roared out, mighty like a rain of swords, and nearly one-third of the wind blades could kill and injure the enemy.

Smelling the thick blood, the golden lion accelerated and galloped, Wu Xin's right hand mountain and river stick, swept around three or four meters, and the left hand of the shadow sword, anyone who broke through the radiation range of the power of the mountain and river stick, and the enemy army that approached, slashed with one sword!

Right stick and left sword. The wind blade was furious, making Wu Xin look like a bloody storm, destroying the ancient and rushing to kill, and behind him, the martial arts enshrinement, the silver armor and the guards, etc., rushed to kill with all their might, but they couldn't catch up with Wu Xin's pace, and they were getting farther and farther away.

Looking at the blood-soaked figure in front of him, the eldest grandson was innocent and colorful, but Wei Jue's eyes were complicated. Think about the handsome and gentle Li Min, and think about the rugged and domineering Wu Xin, maybe this is also his luck? !

The stick dances in the mountains and rivers, and the lion roars and the horses are frightened.

Beacon fire is a dream. The stick is broken for the king.

......

In the vast Huairen City, there are ruins all over the Beacon Flue Road, and there are corpses everywhere. Blood all over the ground.

Wu Xin rose up to kill, fought alone into the enemy formation, and killed straight to the city gate. Walking in blood, gradually leaving behind the silver armor guard.

In Huairen City, which is as dense as the sea and densely packed like ants, a golden light, a blood mist, and a gust of wind blade are raging in the sea of people, and no one can stop it.

Sharp arrows, knives and guns fell, but they were shocked away, and occasionally they could attack Wuxin, but the effect was little, but the attacker was killed by Wuxin in one fell swoop.

With Wu Xin's bloody killing, the assassins gradually became scarce, and those who did not lose their minds gradually realized that Wu Guogong was invincible, and began to retreat automatically, and even ordinary rebels instinctively retreated in fear.

In this way, Wu Xin's rush to kill is faster!

Later, the silver-armored military guards, like a silver wave, kept impacting, and in the boundless sea of people, they rushed out of a huge blood path.

With the silver wave as the benchmark, the Sui army was full of momentum and high fighting spirit, and even killed the rebels screaming and roaring, and retreated one after another.

"Wow ......"

Wu Xin was killing up, and there was a piercing sound of breaking the air, and the mountain and river stick blasted out as if instinctively.

"...... Sonor"

With a sonorous sound, a giant crossbow more than ten meters long and nearly one meter thick was blasted away by a stick.

Wu Xin found out that before he knew it, he had killed more than 100 meters away from the East City Gate.

The silver-armored guards in the rear had already fallen a thousand or two meters away by themselves, completely submerged by the vast enemy army, and when they looked back, they could only see the green and blue iron-blooded clouds.

Looking around, the spiritual consciousness spread out, and it was full of frightened and excited enemy troops, and there were no familiar faces to be found.

"The battlefield is not a stage for one person, and then kill back to join the silver-armored guard?!"

Wu Xin was a little entangled and pondered, he could not change the battle situation much by himself by rushing and killing alone, far inferior to the impact caused by the silver armor Wuwei.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Without waiting for Wu Xin to think about it, there were more than a dozen piercing sounds breaking through the air, and more than a dozen giant crossbows thundered violently, mixed with twenty or thirty iron arrows.

As for ordinary sharp arrows, the enemy has already given up, and shooting Wu Xin with sharp arrows is a waste of strength, or even a waste of arrows!

"Stick the mountains and rivers!"

Mountains and rivers are picked up, and the storm roars, scraping the giant crossbow.

The sound of fierce force pierced the blow, and thirteen giant crossbows fell to the ground, shooting into the ground and turning into thirteen iron pillars, and twenty or thirty iron arrows, leaving a piece of arrow feathers around Wuxin, still humming endlessly.

On the wall more than 300 zhang high, Yang Xuan's face was like gold paper, and he repeatedly asked Emperor Long and the barbarians to help.

Although the number of barbarians is only about a quarter of that of the rebels on this road, they have gathered the elite of the barbarians, and their comprehensive combat power is not weaker than that of the rebels on this road.

Coupled with the defeat of the rebel army under the city, there were heavy casualties. If the barbarians don't make a move, the rebels will be in danger this time, and maybe they won't even be able to defend the east city wall!

Di Long pointed to Wu Xin, who was overwhelmed by countless rebels and intercepted by dozens of giant crossbows in front of the gate of the Duzhan City, and sneered:

"Such a great opportunity, if King Yue can't keep Wu Guogong, there is really no need for us to cooperate......!

This is a chance for Dilong to give Yang Xuangan, and also a chance for himself and the barbarians to wake up in time!

From the reaction of his younger brother Emperor Lion, coupled with the survival of his sister Emperor Mingdie, and Wu Xin's oath, Emperor Long's heart was moved, and he was a barbarian emperor recovering from his injuries, and he was silent and without any instructions, obviously letting Emperor Long make his own decisions! )