This figure broke through the surrounding jungle-like spear blades covered with blood, jumped up, passed the trapped sergeants around them, and rushed straight towards the place where the little marquis Song Hu was immediately immediate.

He was covered in the blood of those refugees, and even his face was covered with blood, and the bloody man roared like crazy and rushed towards Song Hu.

The people on the tower were shocked to see that there was an Assassin hiding among the refugees, who was this man, and who instructed him?

Su Wang Zhu Ao and the prison army Ma Jing looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, both saying that they were not arranged.

Ye Feng looked fixedly, this person was blown off the hat on his head by the wind in the wild run, revealing the gray hair on his head, and two long eyebrows, it turned out to be him!

It's the old lama with the long eyebrows!

Ye Feng immediately understood what was going on.

Presumably, these lamas saw the heavy siege of the city and wanted to mix with the refugees to escape the city, but they did not expect to be slaughtered by the army after leaving the city. This long-eyebrow old lama was forced to have no choice, so he fought back and wanted to protect himself.

This old lama judged very accurately, under the current situation, shoot people first and shoot horses, capture thieves and capture kings first, only by holding the little marquis Song Hu, can he have a glimmer of life.

So he has done his best to make sure that one blow is hit!

But he couldn't help but think that this military formation was too simple.

Song Hu calmly rode on his horse and watched him pounce towards him, not moving. With a cold mockery in his eyes, he suddenly raised his right hand and waved it slightly.

The subordinate general behind him immediately waved the order flag in his hand and shouted: "Out!"

A group of soldiers suddenly rushed out from the military formation on both sides of him, holding a large square shield, blocking Song Hu in three layers, protecting him solidly behind.

The old lama roared, his figure fell down, and he took off again to leap into the shield array and shoot straight at Song Hu.

Song Hu still looked at him motionlessly, with a sneer on his face.

The subordinate generals behind him shouted: "Stand!"

From the gap in the top of those large square shields, spears with cold light suddenly stood up, pointing upwards obliquely, like a dense forest of spears, and if the old lama leaped over it, he would inevitably be pierced all over his body full of holes.

The old lama's face changed, he drank in a deep voice, and his figure suddenly turned forward, and he flipped backwards and landed in front of the shield array.

He looked up through the dense spear forest, and Song Hu was still riding on a horse and looked at him coldly, his eyes were like looking at a dead man.

This look made him very uncomfortable, no, no matter what, he must try to catch Song Hu now, otherwise he will not be able to survive.

He was about to act again, when he saw Song Hu's raised right hand wave violently, and the generals behind him shouted: "Throw!"

The dense spears in front of the old lama suddenly flew towards him, and he could only retreat.

The spears were driven deep into the soil in front of him, and the spear shafts were still shaking with their strength, which was visible

The soldiers who threw the spears were well trained, and the power of the throw was enormous.

Before he knew it, the old lama had already retreated a stone's throw before he could avoid all these flying spears.

As soon as he looked up, before he could catch his breath, he heard the voice of the general shouting: "Shoot!"

The old lama was stunned for a moment, and then looked up, and with the sound of a dense bowstring, from the military array behind Song Hu, a dense rain of arrows like flying locusts suddenly rose.

This rain of arrows was like a black cloud, pressing straight towards the place where the old lama was standing, and a huge black shadow completely enveloped the old lama and a large area around him.

There is no way to avoid it, no matter how fast his body is, he can't escape such a large enveloping area.

The old lama lowered his hands, closed his eyes and sighed, letting out a desperate roar that he had given up resistance.

A rain of arrows fell.

With the shout of the general: "Get up!" The shield in front of Song Hu suddenly retreated to both sides, and returned to the military formation. The neat formation returned to its previous appearance, as if nothing had happened.

Song Hu Xin rode forward and came to the old lama.

At this time, the old lama fell to his knees, and his surroundings were densely packed with arrows, like a frenzied grass growing madly at the sky, and his body was also pierced by countless arrows, nailing his body firmly to the ground.

But he hadn't lost his breath yet.

Blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his throat was gurgling, but he was still desperately trying to twist his neck to look to the side.

The group of refugees in that direction had already been slaughtered, and the soldiers besieging them had all retreated to their original formations, leaving only a pool of blood and countless mutilated limbs on the ground.

Song Hu looked at him and couldn't help but chuckle: "It turns out that you are a monk, you really seem to have a bodhisattva heart, and you are still concerned about the fate of those untouchables when you are dying." ”

The old lama didn't have the strength to move anymore, he just turned his eyes to Song Hu and looked at him with resentment.

Song Hu suddenly stretched out his hand and drew his sword out of its sheath. He looked at the sword blade in his hand and said to the old lama: "It's better for Benhou to send you on your last journey and let you go to see your Buddha!"

The sword flashed, and the head fell to the ground, rolling past Song Hu's horse with a grunt.

The human head undoubtedly rolled over the hearts of everyone above the tower.

Seeing this incomparably tragic scene, even if they were honorable people such as Su Wang Zhu Ao, the prison army Ma Jing, or Tang Da and Mr. Huangyue, who walked the rivers and lakes and were accustomed to seeing knives licking blood, they all felt a chill in their hearts, sweat in their palms, and their whole bodies trembled uncontrollably.

More than 100 living people were all cut into meat in an instant.

That old lama has excellent skills and high martial arts, but unfortunately in front of this terrifying military array, he has already been in a different place in the blink of an eye.

What kind of killing is this, what kind of battlefield is this?

Everyone can't help but imagine their own end, will it be like the ghosts of these cities, or will it be even more tragic than them?

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but shudder, and when they looked up, the red and bright sun that had just risen into the sky above their heads also seemed to be soaked in blood and the color of blood.

The deafening sound of war drums and the terrifying shouts of slaughter were once again heard from the army under the city, and the siege was about to begin, and everyone's hearts hung high.

At this moment, I suddenly heard Tang Da exclaim: "Where is Ye Gongzi?"

Everyone looked around blankly, but there was no trace of Ye Feng. Just now, he was obviously standing on top of the city tower, standing beside everyone, but he suddenly disappeared at some point, and no one even noticed.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the war drums and shouts of the military formations under the city suddenly stopped, and the military formations that were originally about to move were all silent.

Everyone looked down curiously, only to see that the gate of Lanzhou City was slowly opening, and a person came out of it alone, Tang Da exclaimed: "It's Ye Gongzi!"

Everyone was shocked, and if they looked closely, this person was Ye Feng.

Why is Ye Feng there? In fact, he is really helpless to choose.

He saw the tragic scene that happened under the city, and he understood that in the face of such a wolf-like army, it would be tantamount to a fool's dream to rely on these royal palace guards in the city, who are usually pampered, and some rabble gathered from all walks of life.

After seeing the tragic scene just now, these people are probably all frightened. Not to mention fighting against the murderous army in front of you, and even once the siege begins, it may be questionable whether it can survive an hour.

So the only hope at the moment is reinforcements! And when reinforcements arrive, we have to delay time!

The reason why Ye Feng made this decision and rode out of the city alone to meet the little marquis Song Hu was not because he wanted to block the enemy army by himself, he still knew this. Even a master like the old lama with long eyebrows was instantly ambushed in front of this invincible military array, and his two hands were naturally even more hopeless.

He just wanted to delay the time for Song Hu to launch the siege, although he didn't know how long it could be delayed, but it could be delayed for a moment, after all, every time he delayed it, there was a little more hope.

Seeing that it was Ye Feng who came out of the city gate, he thought he was going to die, and Song Hu's eyes also showed disbelief.

Although the Mobei City sent out had not reciprocated and made him feel a little puzzled, he would never believe that a person who had watched him drink the poison with his own eyes could still appear in front of him as if nothing had happened!

He stretched out his hand to stop the military formation that was about to move, looked at Ye Feng who was riding a horse Shi Ran and walked over, that somewhat cruel smile appeared on his face again, and said with words in his mouth: "Interesting, really interesting." ”

After speaking, he slapped his horse out, walked out of the military formation, and confronted Ye Feng who came over.

To be honest, facing these murderous military formations in front of him alone, Ye Feng's heart was in his heart

I really feel nervous, or I'm just scared.

But now that the matter has come to this, there is no other good way, Ye Feng can only smile at the little marquis Song Hu: "Little marquis, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon." ”

Song Hu looked at him, still with that cruel smile on his face: "Yes, Ben Hou didn't expect it, I didn't expect Ye Gongzi to be so fateful." I heard that Ye Gongzi had a great life, and he could not die if he was buried alive, but it seems that he is really honest and not deceiving. Not only are you not afraid of poison, but even a master like Mobeicheng can't help you. Ben Hou really admires it!"

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and pointed to the group of fleeing people who had just been slaughtered by the sergeant next to him, and said: "These people are just innocent people, unarmed, why should the little marquis kill the killers? Heaven has the virtue of a good life, don't you have a little compassion for the little marquis?"

Song Hu sneered: "Innocent people, unarmed? How does Ben Hou know that you key criminals will disguise themselves and mix in to try to escape from the city?"

He actually became the "key criminal" in Song Hu's mouth, and Ye Feng was unconsciously angry. However, this is not difficult to understand, anyway, he has long planned to kill all of them who know the inside story, along with Su Wang Zhu Ao, and it is not surprising to falsely accuse them of being "key criminals".

Song Hu continued: "Besides, you also saw with your own eyes just now, among this group of untouchables, there is actually a killer you sent to assassinate Benhou, and he almost let him succeed and fulfill your wish. Just in case, Ben Hou had to rather indulge in nothing, and leave no one behind!"

Ye Feng defended: "That lama was not sent by us!"

As soon as the words came out, he regretted it, at this time, is it still meaningful to distinguish this?

Song Hu snorted coldly: "It turns out that he is a lama, so you can tell me, who sent him?"

Ye Feng couldn't help but be speechless, how could he explain it? Do you want to tell Song Hu a story from the beginning, a story about the golden disc thousands of years ago and the current reincarnated spirit child of the living Buddha?

This story is really ridiculous, and it was told by an eight- or nine-year-old child, and even he himself is still skeptical, will Song Hu believe it?

Besides, will his belief or disbelief have any impact on the current situation?

(End of chapter)