Start with me? Zhao Yuanbai frowned, although he didn't understand what he meant, but after the other party's voice fell, the murderous intent that suddenly rose on his body couldn't be clearer.

"Huh"

It seems that the veterans of the flower bush have the ultimate attainments of light skills, silently, the white clothes flashed, Zhao Yuanbai had approached Tuoba Amitabha three feet around, and the soft sword tip in his hand was silent, and he stabbed at Tuoba Amitabha like lightning.

Tuoba Amitabha's eyes were faintly shining, the wide robe was blowing without wind, like rolling waves, his right hand was raised, and the long sleeves of the robe were wrapped around the three-foot soft sword, and under the touch, there was a clanging sound.

"Ding"

"Zizi ......"

Zhao Yuanbai suddenly pulled out the soft sword that was wrapped in his sleeve robe, as if it was pulled out of two pieces of fine iron, and made a piercing sound.

He glanced at the body of the sword, which was already clearly visible mottled marks, with a faint tendency to crumble.

Zhao Yuanbai was slightly shocked in his heart, and resolutely threw the long sword in his hand suddenly, the long sword was like a streamer, cutting through the air, like a galloping arrow, breaking through the air and going towards the monk who seemed to be a monk.

"Boom"

The soft sword was already mottled and broken, but under the urging of Zhao Yuanbai's true qi, it completely shattered, turned into seven or eight fragments, and burst out.

Tuoba Amitabha's sleeved robe suddenly drooped down, the long cuffs floated up, grinning, with the rotation of his right hand, the sleeves were circled in mid-air, and the spatial qi ripples rippled in circles, blocking all the fragments of the broken sword.

Then, his right hand fell, and immediately in front of him, there was a foot wrapped in a mighty true qi, surging.

Zhao Yuanbai's narrow eyes narrowed, all of them were ruthless, the fierce aura on his face flashed, the true qi flowed, and the strength under his feet increased by three points.

Tuoba Amitabha's eyebrows moved slightly, and in the wide sleeved robe, the white jade-like fist was exposed, as if it was slow and fast, raised to his chest, and handed to the feet that had reached his chest.

There was a soft "bang".

Zhao Yuanbai came and went faster, and with the sound of bones cracking, he staggered to the ground. He was also ruthless, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain of the entire broken right leg bone, staring at the other party fiercely.

Tuoba Amitabha seemed disappointed, and said lightly: "Is there anything else?"

Zhao Yuanbai's eyes seemed to be decisive, and the originally crystal eyes suddenly became blood-red, and this blood-red spread from his eyes, gradually spreading to his face, and then towards his neck.

The momentum around his body is constantly rising, and his true qi and blood are strong.

Tuoba Amitabha straightened his body, a little expectant, the other party seemed to use the forbidden technique of the Demon Dao, to give birth to true qi and blood, and the move of fighting for life is somewhat similar to the method of thorning points in the national art.

The energy was surging, circling around Zhao Yuanbai, circle after circle, like water waves.

Then, Zhao Yuanbai's face receded red, and he became pale, but his eyes were extremely bright, and he said gloomily: "The Yin and Yang Beads you hurt are wasted, so you can repay it yourself." As he spoke, his eyes fell on Tuoba Amitabha, and he looked up and down, as if he was looking at a humanoid tonic.

This strange look made Tuoba Amitabha frown, his eyes were dyed with some coldness, some strange and evil methods of the Demon Dao, he had seen it in the Caiji Cave and the classics of the Tao Te Sect, and he was not unfamiliar.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The air flow rolled, the grass broke, and the grass and trees rolled wildly, hovering around Zhao Yuanbai.

At the moment when the momentum reached its peak, the energy of the grass and trees surged forward, and there were powerful palms hidden in it.

Tuoba Amitabha's body was full of qi and blood, his feet retreated, he stepped suddenly, and his right fist slammed out.

The whole action is extremely simple, extremely crisp, and the true qi in the body is dormant, all of which are urged by the power of qi, flesh and body.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

Zhao Yuanbai's hand actually laid three layers of qi walls in front of his palms, and after the qi wall disappeared, it was his killing move, a pair of palms full of true qi. It's just that at this moment, Zhao Yuanbai's eyes were full of horror, the other party's smashed fist, after smashing through the triple qi wall, there was no sign of weakening the strength after death, it was still smashed like a sledgehammer, and there was a muffled thunder in his ears, which was the sound of the fist bursting the air.

The scene seems to slow down, fists and palms.

The palm of his hand shattered instantly, and his fists kept coming, coming towards Zhao Yuanbai's face.

The air in front of Zhao Yuanbai's eyes seemed to collapse, which also made his facial muscles seem to be pressed, and he didn't seem to feel the pain in his palm, but felt this scene very clearly.

"Bang"

The fist smashed on Zhao Yuanbai's head, the force poured in, and the whole head shattered like a watermelon, and at the same time, a very subtle and fine true qi, wrapped in divine will, instantly gained insight into Zhao Yuanbai's strange meridians, eight veins, and flesh and blood strength.

Tuoba Amitabha didn't look at the headless corpse on the ground, and turned his head away.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared that the snoring of cattle and sheep in the distance floated here.

As for corpses, for the steppe tribes, they saw no fewer dead people than dead cattle and dead sheep.

......

The sword light and sword shadow, the shouting of killing rushed into the sky.

Inside and outside the city, dozens of thick smoke rose up, and the flames were faintly seen, and the air within a radius of dozens of miles was covered with thick black smoke. Although it was noon and the autumn sun was hanging in the sky, the earth was dark and dull under the cover of black smoke.

The outer wall in the north of the city was broken in many places, and the sassal wood of the Liyang Dynasty was still attacking, smashing at the city gate one by one, and also smashing into the hearts of the Great Chu soldiers who resisted to the death in the city, like a horn of death.

At the gap, the soldiers of Great Chu formed a flesh and blood wall to prevent the attack of the Liyang soldiers.

Desperate and stubborn, taking human lives to landfill, exchanging blood for an inch of lost land, and finally killing the ferocious wolf-like Beiliang soldiers, the fierce chest of the Dachu soldiers did not dare to relax at all, mobilized the ratio of troops, and guarded the city.

Wang Mingyang was dressed in the crimson leather that the generals of Chu State were accustomed to, with a copper sword at his waist, his face was calm, his eyes were deep and indifferent, and he seemed to be unaffected by the corpse of the robe around him.

He stood at the head of the inner city, his eyes swept back, and on the vast plains outside the city, the enemy was like a sea of flags, and the soldiers and horses layer by layer seemed to be endless, murderous and murderous, making people feel tightened when they looked at it.

Half of the 200,000 soldiers and horses have been lost.

But Wang Mingyang did not have the slightest intention of abandoning the city and retreating, he couldn't retreat, because behind the Xiangfan City he was guarding at the moment, three hundred miles away, was the Great Phoenix City of the Beijing Division of Great Chu, and there was no danger to defend these three hundred miles, and there was no strong city to resist the division of the Northern Liang Tiger and Wolf.

Wang Mingyang's body stood tall, and the general in armor behind him was bloody, but his expression was firm.

"Moo......" The sound of the horn sounded, and the siege army retreated in an orderly manner, like a low tide.

In the Liyang army, Xu Xiao silently stared at the head of the city, and after a while, he said: "Mingyang, the king of Great Chu, is a strategic military and a good defender, and he really lives up to his reputation." ”

His face was calm, but he was a little tired in his heart, this Xiangfan City had stopped him for more than three months, and his soldiers had been killed and wounded countless times. The walls are clear, and under the siege, the other party has no intention of surrendering at all.

As night fell, a group of light horsemen left silently, led by a big fat man with a fat body.

......

Half a month later, Nanshan Yizhuang.

Dai Daojin looked at the letter in his hand, looked up at the fat man in front of him, and said expressionlessly: "Xu Xiao asked me to attack the city for him?"

Zhu Lushan looked at the black-robed man in front of him, and couldn't help but think of that night in Taichuan City, swallowed his dry throat, and said with a smile: "Mr. said that he was laughing, not to let it, but to please." The general said that since he is already a member of the Seven Princes, the soldiers under him are naturally also soldiers of the Seven Princes, and there are many casualties in Xiangfan City, but there is no need for that, Mr. has great powers and has the ability to change the heavens and the earth, so he wants to ask Mr. for help. ”

Dai Daojin was lying on the rattan chair, and he couldn't help but feel in his heart, Xu Xiao was using himself as a knife to conquer the city for him?

There were many dead and wounded, and it was exactly what I wanted.