Ye Xiao held a spear on the ground with his right hand, and covered his chest with the other hand, looking at Lu He, who had become a broken corpse, his eyes were complicated, and his heart was a little shocked.

Unlike the Tang soldiers' sacrifice of life and death, the desolate people are nominally united, but in fact, there are many things inside, if it weren't for the high priest pressing, I'm afraid it would be enough to mess up for a while, which is one of the reasons why it has not been able to break through the Xiaonan Bridge for so many years.

At the moment, Lu He's actions were obviously not temporary, they saw that they could not break through the defense of the Pingzhen Army under the command of Liang Xiaodao, and they could not cross the Sanli Gorge, so they showed a flaw in the battle and cut off an arm, and then asked Ye Xiao to relax his vigilance and use his own death to shock his mind.

In order to achieve a surprise effect, let yourself throw that knife with all your strength is enough to kill Liang Xiaodao.

As for being blocked by Ye Xiao's lieutenant, it should be unexpected.

Lu He also took advantage of this last opportunity to stab Ye Xiao.

Although he died, he did his best.

Liang Xiaodao's bodies fell to the ground motionless, and the Five Realms Grandmaster seemed to have lost his life, his eyes wide open.

The entire Pingzhen army let out a roar, more than 10,000 soldiers had a sad look on their faces, and the dark and deep darkness on their bodies seemed to absorb all the light between heaven and earth, and a huge white tiger phantom appeared again, Ye Xiao's face was much paler, this was the result of the fusion of his life soul and army soul, after this battle, I am afraid that my life soul will be shattered.

Liang Xiaodao was lying on the ground, the blood in his abdomen kept flowing out, and he stared at the deputy general in front of him with wide eyes, his eyes were red.

How could he be worthy of being saved by a Five Realms Grandmaster?

Liang Xiaodao's face was sad.

He sniffled, staggered to his feet and stood on the top again, his armor shining brightly, the blood on the lining was still flowing, and if he looked closely, he could vaguely see the skin and flesh open, and a faint aura kept gathering at the wound, inhibiting the deterioration of the injury.

His body stood straight, and the North character on his shoulder was as dazzling as glory.

Ping Zhenjun raised his shield and took a step forward in unison, his eyes were scarlet, and the sound of angry roars was endless.

"The matter has come to this, you can't hold Sanlixia, why should General Ye be like this?"

The remaining Five Realms cultivators among the desolate people hugged their shoulders, but they looked at him as if they couldn't hear or see the tragedy around them.

With a smile on his face.

Somewhat proud.

Ye Xiao has always been silent, and he still has some respect for Lu He, but he has no interest in the person in front of him.

So he didn't say anything, just straightened up, his spear straightened, and stepped forward.

......

The battle in Sanlixia is the most tense, but if it is said to be tragic, it is now Xiaonanqiao.

The desolate people under the city never stopped attacking for a moment, and Sun Sheng and Murong Tiancheng never took half a step down the city.

At first, the desolate people still needed to set up a ladder to attack, but now the corpses on the ground have been piled up on the city wall, and the soldiers on both sides are actually stepping on the corpses to engage in confrontation again and again.

The three rates of the north were not there, and the Pingzhen army was stationed in Sanlixia.

The life and death of the Chang'an pro-army and the Purple Army and their own trapped camp are unknown, and now the city defense of Xiaonanqiao is completely guarded by the Nanqiao border army and the Jianghu monks, and the corpses do not know how many have fallen, and the blood on the city wall has flowed into a small river and stained the uppers.

Murong Tiancheng will definitely rush to the front every time he fights, and at this moment he is already at the end of the crossbow.

Sun Sheng was in the middle of the dispatch and command, but he was not too injured.

"Second master, you stand down and wait for me to kill me. ”

Sun Sheng saw that he was physically exhausted, and couldn't help but shout.

The sword in Murong Tiancheng's hand never stopped, he didn't even look back, and said in a deep voice: "The Lord who guards the city falls on the shoulders of General Sun, and now Xiaonanqiao still needs you to be in the middle of the dispatch, so you must not be in danger." ”

The long sword in his hand suddenly bloomed with a sword light of tens of zhang in size, and a large path was forcibly cut out in the dense crowd.

"I, Murong Tiancheng, am a native of the Tang Kingdom first, and then a native of the rivers and lakes, and today I am dead, and I have to hold the sword in my hand, cut out the blue sky and white sun, and return my Tang realm to peace. ”

When the words fell, Murong Tiancheng let out a loud shout, and the long sword rushed into the crowd with blood, never looking back.

Sun Sheng's nose was sour, and he hurriedly tilted his head to look elsewhere, but saw that dozens of wandering monks among the desolate people had gathered together and charged strength to something in front of him for a long time.

When I looked at it, I couldn't help but change my complexion drastically, that thing was Ding Zijian!

The Ding Zi Sword was the sword used by the High Priest when he was young, and it was much stronger than the small seal in Zhibai's hand in terms of attack alone.

This sword power was full, and in the blink of an eye, it was slashed on the top of the city protection array.

Make two snaps!

Ding Zi's sword is broken!

The moat is broken!

Sun Sheng's eyes were full of disbelief, he clenched his teeth, and his face was pale.

The moat was broken. The people in the city only heard an earth-shattering rumbling sound in their ears, and then looked up to find that the light shroud covering the sky of the entire Xiaonanqiao had disappeared, and their faces were in a trance, as if they all knew what was happening.

The old bustard who came to live in the spring stood at the door, standing in the darkness.

The diners in the inn stopped talking and did not put down the chopsticks they had picked up.

The shopkeeper served a pot of tea for the last guest, poured a glass of wine, then wiped his sweat with the towel hanging on his shoulder, walked to the kitchen and picked up a kitchen knife, weighed it in his hand, thought about it and picked it up again, then pushed open the door and walked out.

The shopkeeper took off the crown on his head and put it on the table, pulled the abacus twice with his fingers, with reluctance in his eyes, he reached out and stroked the long beards on both sides, and then lifted the table and pulled out a long knife from below, pushed the door and walked out.

The life of Xiaonanqiao is not hard, at least food and clothing here are not a problem.

Inside the house, a woman was bending down to face her, the fire in the stove was still burning, the kitchen was hot, and she rolled up her sleeves to wipe the sweat from her head.

Fortunately, the window was still open, and from time to time a cool breeze blew in to dissipate the heat, when a loud noise was heard in the distance.

The woman's movements stopped.

The head of the house walked out of the back room, stood in the kitchen and bowed his head silently, hesitating.

The woman looked at him, put down the basin and walked to him: "If you don't go to the house, will you not be in charge?"

The man did not speak.

The woman turned around and bent down to continue to face, her voice trembling slightly: "Come back early, I'll cook and wait for you." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help crying, and the tears of the bean fell into the basin and melted into the noodles.

Without saying a word, the man went into the room, put on his armor, picked up his spear, and walked out.

When I walked out of the alley, I saw an old man about fifty years old standing at the door, and I couldn't help but be stunned: "Uncle Wu, what are you doing here?"

The old man raised his nostrils to look at him, snorted, swept the shovel in his hand, and ignored him and walked into the distance.

I met a lot of people along the way.

Most of them are flat-headed people, rising in the end of the micro, thinking about their own little days every moment of the day, and laughing when they see each other at this moment, hooking their shoulders and walking towards the city.