Before they knew it, the monks and soldiers of Dajing had already been dispersed, and they were divided into small teams to fight the enemy in a bloody battle.

Fan Yao went through a lot of hardships, and after slaughtering these thousands of Fuli soldiers, seeing that Liyuan still didn't move, he cursed in his heart, and didn't care about recovering his cultivation, so he went up and joined the Dajing squad to fight with them.

In the swing of the heavy sword, there was no previous sword qi for a long time, only an inch of light, but it also dodged the fear of killing a group of monks and warriors.

After Fan Yao cut the Fuli monk in front of him in two with a sword, he found that there were only five or six people left around him, and when he first joined this team, there were hundreds of soldiers with the monk and Dajing.

A section of the burning wall collapsed, and Fan Yao flashed backwards, but it seemed that he had tripped over something. Staggered to stabilize his figure, and when he looked down, it was the corpse of a departed general.

The style of the divine armor he wore on it made him look familiar, like the Fuli warrior who died at his hands not long ago.

At Fan Yao's feet, there was not just a corpse, but the corpses of Dajing and Fuli's monks or warriors overlapped each other, covering almost the entire town.

Fan Yao couldn't help coughing a few times, and there was a sweet smell of blood in his throat, which was a sign of excessive physical consumption and even loss of strength, he hadn't felt this way for a long time, the last time it seemed to be on Wuxian Mountain, when he fled for his life with Xiao Xinyao and Green Willow.

Fan Yao lifted his heavy sword and stepped forward, calling out to the people of Dajing in his mouth, letting them form a battle line behind him, but he rushed forward, using himself as a barrier to block the endless attacks of the Fuli side.

The cultivation in the body has not yet been exhausted, but the physical strength is overdrawn first. Fan Yao almost single-handedly supported the defensive line he had erected.

The fight is later fatal with a mechanical sword, and then the next target is replaced. Fan Yao knew that he couldn't retreat, as long as he took a step back, the Fuli army and monks like the Black Tide would open a gap from here and drive straight in, until they broke through a large section of the defense line, and if they wanted to plug the gap, they would need to pay more lives and a greater price.

It's the same as in the rest of this long battle. The same is true of Gu Guanyu and Li Simiao.

When he found that Fan Yao's side was indestructible, Fu Li's side had already transferred his forces in order to open a breakthrough elsewhere. So, after a short rest, the monks began to fight again.

Fan Yao smiled bitterly, casually put down a Fuli cannon fodder soldier who rushed up, and then turned his head to look around, looking at the surrounding battle situation.

I saw that among the Dajing monks, Gu Guanyu, Li Simiao, Li Sitong and other main forces were all there, although they were more or less on them, but it also made Fan Yao feel a lot more at ease. However, there are very few soldiers in Dajing.

On the west side of the battle line, Liu Haimao swooped down from a high place, relying on the defensive power of the divine armor, and slashed down a Fuli Jindan monk in one fell swoop, and he immediately floated into the air and flew to the side of the Dajing monk for cover.

A pair of wings flickered slowly behind him, and blood rolled down from his armor-covered palm. By this time, the soldiers on the Dajing side had no ability to maneuver, and Liu Haimao, Li Jingang and others had already entered the battlefield, and if they could kill one, they would earn one.

Fan Yao turned his head but was stunned, only to see that there was no figure in front of him, it turned out that Fu Lifang saw that he was fierce and powerful, and they all ran to other places without waiting for someone to command, and rushed to kill the people in Dajing in other places.

Fan Yao couldn't help but be angry, and yelled: "Follow a few people, follow me to fuck the damn vote!"

At the moment of life and death, this sentence is undoubtedly more inspiring, and several Jindan monks behind him responded with a bang, followed by Fan Yao and rushed into the enemy army on the other side, killing him fiercely.

Although the Fuli side still has a certain advantage, they will also be afraid and tired.

There was a rain of blood around Fan Yao, and countless severed limbs and flesh flew everywhere. At this moment, in the eyes of the Fuli warriors and monks, Fan Yao was even more terrifying than the most ferocious war beast. They finally got frightened, and retreated like a tide, and even if a general desperately shouted for battle, it was useless, but revealed his position.

Fan Yao put his fingers together and volleyed into the air, and he was not afraid of spending his strength, and after the thunder, he blew off half of the general's head, and after that, it was a long-lost tranquility.

Everyone didn't speak in disbelief, just find a place to stay, seize the time to rest and recover, and finally take a breath.

Fan Yao did not follow the Dajing monks, but still stood straight, his eyes open and closed, and the golden light flickered around him.

At this moment, in the commotion next to him, in a distorted but not completely collapsed house, Yong Kexiu came out of it, and Fan Yao was only a few feet away.

Yong Kexiu's face was embarrassed, her body was full of wounds of all sizes, the hem of her skirt was dyed purple and black, and her beautiful eyes were full of exhaustion.

Fan Yao glanced at him, sighed, and was about to make a move, but he saw that he said crisply: "I surrender." ”

"Huh?"

"I surrender, and besides, I have a lot of healing pills on my body that are exactly what you need. ”

Fan Yao couldn't seem to believe his ears, and after a while, he spoke: "Wouldn't it be better for you to directly release the saint logo?"

Yong Kexiu shook his head, looked around with a sad gaze, looked at the corpses of those monks and warriors, and then said slowly: "Some people are no longer worthy of my follow, I want to stay here and see how he ends." ”

Fan Yao pondered for a moment, looked back, and saw Li Sitong nodding slightly at him.

Turning around, Fan Yao took a few steps forward to Yong Kexiu's side, looked down at her skirt and asked in a deep voice, "How many people did you kill me in Dajing?"

Yong Kexiu was stunned when he heard this, and then said depressedly: "I was injured by the monk on your side at the beginning of the war, and he was haunted by me until just now, it is not easy for me to save my life, how can I have the strength to kill others." ”

Fan Yao was also stunned, and looked back at the letter in a stunned state, only to see Li Simiao in the crowd wiping a handful of blood on his face, revealing a handsome face, and said with a smile: "What Daoyou said is right, that person is me." Are you convinced?"

Yong Kexiu rolled her eyes, muttering something in a low voice, but it was estimated that there were no good words.

Fan Yao felt a lot more relaxed when he saw this, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to get over the hurdle in his heart.

Looking at Yong Kexiu, he smiled and said, "Senior Sister Yong, you are not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, why do you want to do this?

Yong Kexiu looked at the corpses everywhere, his eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire, and he said hatefully: "I saw him fighting for life and death with you before, and I thought he had changed his temper. Now it seems that he is actually still the same indecisive, greedy for life and afraid of death. Dozens of monks and tens of thousands of soldiers died here, and I want to ask for an explanation for them. ”

Fan Yao shook his head and said, "You are wrong, Liyuan is not greedy for life and afraid of death." Do you know the phrase "one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither?"

After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but suddenly realize, and said in a trembling voice: "We and these tens of thousands of warriors are just his pawns?

Fan Yao said in a deep voice: "Li Yuan is suspicious and ruthless by nature. In the previous battle with me, he found that my cultivation was long and good at protracted combat, and he also suffered a lot of losses, so how could he show up easily without seeing my complete exhaustion and exhaustion.

But as long as he dares to show up, it will definitely be a thunderous blow and completely seal the victory. As long as he wins this battle, what is the death of these tens of thousands of soldiers? It is just a stepping stone for him to rise from the abyss. ”

Yong Kexiu smiled sadly, dragged his tired body and walked slowly towards Fan Yao, saying as he walked: "Fan Yao, I'm tired." Find me a place to rest for a while. ”

Fan Yao thought for a while and said, "Senior Sister Yong, you can find a place to stay by yourself." By the way, there is a dungeon in the general soldier's mansion in the back, and I have a friend hiding there, why don't you go and talk to him? His name is Liu Miao, he is not a monk, he is a teacher, don't scare him. ”

Yong Kexiu nodded, and asked in a low voice as he passed by Fan Yao, "You believe me so much?"

Fan Yao smiled and said, "I believe in Brother Duan." Also, even if you didn't hurt me Dajing alone, if you don't ....... ”

"Needless to say, I get it. In fact, we are both the same people, the righteousness of the family and the country comes first, and we can't rub a grain of sand in our eyes. Yong Kexiu said softly. After speaking, he walked towards the General Soldier's Mansion in a lonely manner.

Watching Yong Kexiu walk farther and farther, Fan Yao took the time to look at the Dajing people behind him.

I saw that there were less than 30 monks left in Dajing, and most of the familiar faces were still there, and I didn't know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate to think that the war was not over yet.

Seeing that Fan Yao was looking here, Liu Haimao stepped forward and said in a low voice: "There are less than a thousand of my cavalry left, and they haven't seen the ribs and thin monkeys so far, and it is estimated that they are more than lucky."

Brother Fan, as far as I can see, it is estimated that there are less than 10,000 soldiers left on the Fuli side, and their monks have also suffered heavy casualties. It's far beyond my expectations that this battle will turn out like this, so I wonder what else you're going to do next?"

Fan Yao's face darkened, and then he sneered and said: "It's just that one of them is too selfish, if he is willing to advance and retreat with these Fuli soldiers, I'm afraid whether we can stand here now is two words." ”

After finishing speaking, looking at Li Simiao, who wanted to speak again, he said bitterly: "Senior Brother Li, you don't need to talk about the monk's situation. I've gotten a lot of acquaintance with them these days, and now I know who's gone. Don't worry, as long as I still have a breath of air, I will never let their blood be shed in vain. ”

Li Sitong said on the side: "Senior Brother Fan, the enemy has retreated, you better hurry up and recover." ”