Fan Yao and Li Sitong looked at each other and smiled, and then looked at Gu Guanyu in the distance with a team of monks who had already joined the Fuli cavalry and fought in one place.

I saw people on their backs, and the battle was very tragic.

So he said in a deep voice: "Fight quickly, see me open the way for you!"

However, after the bed crossbow was shot vigorously, there was a suffocating bang in the middle of the Fuli Middle Road army, and a wave of black and oppressive rain immediately appeared on the ground and poured towards Fan Yao and the others.

Fan Yao raised his chin slightly, his eyes followed the majestic rain of arrows that were getting closer and closer like black clouds, and said loudly: "You don't have to pay attention to the things above your heads. ”

As soon as he was about to show his means, he saw Li Yuan roaring in the sky, "You Fan Yao dare to treat me like nothing, what a big boldness!" Then he let the Shocking Cloud Sword and Fan Yao's finger wind point out earlier get entangled together, and his person was like a god descending to earth, and his palms staggered out again and again, waving his palms at Fan Yao on the ground to kill.

Fan Yao covered his forehead and said, "Why did you forget this stubble." ”

After saying that, there was a sound of air explosion on the ground, and the person had already risen into the air, clenched his fists and smashed towards Liyuan.

"Thank you for your help. ”

The fists and palms intersected, and the whole world seemed to flicker and darken, and the people fighting on the ground were temporarily deaf, and many ordinary soldiers were covering their ears oozing blood and howling on the ground.

Under Fan Yao's deliberate actions, the qi of the fists and palms intersected overflowed in all directions, and its main target was the arrow rain and dark clouds that were spreading in the sky.

Tens of thousands of castrated and ferocious Fuli arrows rained down, stagnating in this earth-shattering loud sound.

As Fan Yao and Liyuan intersected for the second time, under the ripples of the fist and palm qi that were swinging one by one, the tens of thousands of arrows all turned into powder in the next moment, and the iron crumbs were scattered and fell.

After destroying the rain of arrows, Fan Yao seemed to be invincible to Liyuan, his body suddenly fell, like a meteor, dragging his pale golden tail and flying towards the Chinese army in Fuli.

Li Yuan's face was calm, and he didn't stop palming behind him, chasing after him.

At the same time, the two cavalry armies protruding from the two flanks of the Fuli Middle Infantry Formation were subjected to an absolutely unimaginable interception in advance, absurd and tragic.

Li Simiao and Gu Guanyu each led more than 20 people, although regardless of their personal safety, they took the lead in fighting hard in front of them, but there were many Fuli troops, among which there were many Fuli monks and generals.

The cavalry on the battlefield charged into battle and the monks of the rivers and lakes had the same trick, that is, they paid attention to one go.

So what kind of scene will it be when the battlefield cavalry meets the Jianghu monks, and both sides are unwilling to retreat?

Gu Guanyu rushed to the front, and behind him was Zhang Qian, who was flying with apricot eyes and wide eyes.

The two did not communicate verbally at all, and directly chose one after the other. If Gu Guanyu needed to breathe, he would boldly retreat, and Zhang Qian stepped forward to fill the position. The tacit understanding is like flowing water.

In the face of thousands of troops, all the bells and whistles are a joke.

Gu Guanyu realized the wonderful use of Fan Yao's boxing moves, all kinds of changes are in one mind, and it is the limit to be able to open up a knife when peeking at the enemy's empty block, and strive to kill with one blow, where does the false move come from to confuse the enemy?

As for the use of magic and magic to make flowers bloom, under the addition of the magic eyes of the Fuli monks, it is even more like death, and death cannot be faster.

Gu Guanyu has a long knife of three feet, and his anger is like a rainbow. A knife is slashed, and if it is a vertical knife, it is the Fuli cavalry that is split in half. If it is a horizontal sword, it means that a man or a horse is cut off by the waist.

Zhang Qian rarely did not summon the magic weapon, but clenched a pair of fists. In these days of exchange on the Foggy Sea Mountain, her person is low-key and abnormal, except for occasionally asking Fan Yao to solve doubts, she usually doesn't see her showing her dew, because everyone knows very little about her.

When Gu Guanyu's aura was about to be exhausted, his body leaned back slightly, stepped lightly, and slid backwards, not showing any embarrassment.

I saw Zhang Qian, who was ready to go, swept forward in one step, and just happened to staggered past Gu Guanyu, who needed to take a breath of fresh air.

Zhang Qian smashed a fist on the head of a Fuli war horse, smashing the tall horse to kneel on the spot, the horseman pounced forward, desperately slashed a knife, Zhang Qian raised her arms and wiped outward, the two corpses of the horseman and the war horse flew out to both sides, and hit the Fuli cavalry on the left and right sides.

When the back row of a horse towards Zhang Qian when the head hit, Zhang Qian bent sideways, with a blow Fan Yao's 'landslide and ground crack', with an extremely ferocious attitude hit the horse's neck, hit the rider on his back, and then Zhang Qian grabbed the horse's hooves with both hands, lifted it high, spun it around, and then threw it out quickly, and smashed the surrounding cavalry formation into chaos.

All of the above stunned Gu Guanyu, who was taking the opportunity to breathe, but he yelled against his will: "Senior Sister Zhang doesn't let her eyebrows be shaved, it's good!"

Seeing this, the surrounding Dajing Jindan monks shouted in unison, but they were really inspired by Zhang Qian's bravery, and their morale was greatly boosted for a while, and they sacrificed their lives to kill Fuli's army.

Zhang Qian resisted left and right, not only making it difficult for Fuli's monks to take a step beyond Lei Chi, but also killing more than 60 elite horsemen in a row. When one breath is about to end, tiptoe a little and sweep backwards.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Guanyu arrived waving a long knife, showing the leisurely artistic conception of mountains and flowing water.

Under the seamless and close cooperation with Zhang Qian, the two Dajing monks who had never cooperated with each other would never let the Fuli cavalry in front of them take half a step forward!

But even so, after the two of them alternated with each other a few times, there was a scream from the team behind them.

With the strength of the two of them, they can be so low that they can rush away from the army, but they can't take into account the surrounding army and monks to cover up and kill, all the Dajing Jindan monks are fighting hard, but the number is at a disadvantage, this is still because of learning Fan Yao's boxing skills, so he barely persevered until now.

When there were enemies rushing to kill in all directions, many Jindan monks in Dajing first hung up the lottery, and after fighting for a while, finally some people could not resist Fuli's attack, and were killed on the spot by the army.

When the scream reached Fan Yao's ears, his heart twitched slightly, and then he calmly said, how can the two armies fight against each other without dying, but it is enough to die.

Behind him, followed by Liyuan, who was chasing and killing, Fan Yao's face was resolute, and the next moment his body spun like a tornado, while exchanging fists with Liyuan, he pointed out the mighty mid-lane army that pointed to the wind and left.

This was obviously a move that didn't take Li Yuan in his eyes, and he was furious, and under his teeth, he accelerated and urged his cultivation to attack Fan Yao again and again.

Gang Qi was shocked, and in the case of Fan Yao's efforts to attack Fuli's army, he couldn't help but be broken through the gap by Liyuan several times, and the palm wind hit his body, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

But even so, Fan Yao was conceited to the point of unreasonableness. The dark golden finger wind is like a heaven-shattering long sword several feet long, and its sharpness is unmatched. Whether it was the Fuli army or the monks who dared to stop in front of Fan Yao, the blood was dripping rain, and the severed limbs and stumps were scattered everywhere.

For a time, it showed a momentum of opening the mountain, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and he continued to rush forward and kill.

The Liyuan behind him was stunned, but he didn't dare to order a retreat, and he couldn't bear it.

The cultivation that had just entered the realm of the gods poured out, and the palm wind was condensed like steel, carrying the power of destroying the world and slashing towards Fan Yao again and again. Hope and kill Fan Yao on the spot before he breaks through the middle lane army.

Fan Yao continued to move forward and attacked, and Li Sitong and Tao Wentian and the others not far behind him were all drunk or anxious. All kinds of emotions are intertwined and extremely complex.

The reason why Fan Yao was drunk was because Fan Yao at this time did not see the polite gentleman in the past, he was actually brave and abnormal, and the sound of wailing was everywhere his body passed.

The anxious thing was to see Fan Yao's slightly flushed face and the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth when he turned around like a tornado, obviously because he had been injured by Liyuan when his cultivation was scattered.

Thinking of what he swore just now, let Fan Yao not take care of his back, now he looks at the place where he has passed, and behind him is Liyuan chasing after him, it seems that what he said just now has become a joke.

Li Sitong's mind turned sharply, and when he saw that Fan Yao's footsteps were already hundreds of zhang away, and he was only about a mile away from the south gate of Qingwa Town, he shouted at the moment, "Fellow Dajing monks move closer to the middle, let's follow Senior Brother Fan to kill in!"

After Gu Guanyu and Li Simiao heard this, they all looked at Fan Yao's side, and after looking carefully, they couldn't help but roar again and again, and their mood was also like Li Sitong, excited and anxious.

At this time, Li Simiao's ruthlessness was reflected, and the flying swords flashed one after another to stab at the Fuli cavalry, and shouted in his mouth: "Can't go over! Brother Gu, fellow Daoists, let's work harder, and push it over." ”

Gu Guanyu laughed when he heard this, and shouted at Li Sitong: "Senior Sister Li, don't blame me! Big guy, follow me!"

Li Sitong's face darkened when he heard this, and he knew the purpose of his brother's doing.

If the move of convergence is carried out, Fuli's army will definitely be concentrated in one place, and no one around Fan Yao's battlefield will have the power to intervene, and all the pressure will be concentrated on Fan Yao alone. As a result, Fan Yao's form is even more dangerous.

But if we don't make a converging move, the monks of Dajing, especially those Jindan monks, will definitely suffer heavy casualties. Sacrifice friends to protect Fan Yao, but helpless but had to do it.

Those Jindan monks are just lower in realm, and people are not stupid, and they already know this situation in their hearts.

But no one showed a look of indignation and complaint, and with Li Simiao and Gu Guanyu shouting loudly, they all responded in unison, and then rushed towards the tens of thousands of troops with an indomitable momentum.

Li Sitong's eyes were red, but he gritted his silver teeth, his clothes flew towards Li Simiao, and the person shouted in the air: "Brother Tao, you go to help Gu Guanyu." ”

Tao Wentian was already eager to try, and when he heard Li Sitong's order, he didn't say anything, his body swept up, and he flew straight to Gu Guanyu's side.