"Whew!"

The sound of the wind blew the armor, and in the eyes of the later Jin army, what they saw was in the middle of the military formation, and suddenly a strong wind appeared that could be seen with the naked eye.

The wind was so strong that it almost cut off the military formation, and there seemed to be a figure flickering in the wind, and there seemed to be a little blood in it.

Then they heard a terrible scream, and it was hoarse, as if the person who made the sound had seen something extremely terrible, and the others were chilled when they heard it.

The soldiers in front dropped their weapons and ran towards the back. And behind them, the wind was also moving, and as long as the people who were caught in it never came out again.

What the Jin soldiers behind could see was a blood mist blooming in the wind, until finally, the wind turned into a bloody color under their gaze.

Eventually, they began to get scared, their hands trembled, and instead of moving on, they began to retreat.

At this moment, a soldier who was running back shouted, "Run, the Vulture is angry!"

But as soon as his words fell, his body stopped as if he had been hooked by something.

The soldier looked down blankly, and then his body flew backwards, falling into the wind and turning into a froth of blood in the blink of an eye.

The soldiers of the Jin Army, who had seen all this, completely lost their last of their senses, and they could no longer care about anything else, so they dropped their weapons and ran backwards without their lives.

Yes, how much it looks, and it's exactly like the one in the legend.

The bloody wind blows, and no one escapes.

The left flank of the Jin army completely collapsed, almost all of them were running backwards, and some people fell to the ground and were overwhelmed by the crowd in an instant.

"Damn!" Abu Hanmo asked, controlling the restless war horse under him, standing in the middle of the Chinese army's military formation, looking around left and right, gritting his teeth.

"Where the hell did those people come from!?"

How is it that no one has found them before the war?

It's a pity that what Abu Hanmo didn't know was that all the scouts and spies they sent out, as long as they found something unusual, they had already been controlled by the people of Fengyulou.

It was impossible for them to get the slightest bit of information from the beginning.

"General!" Shuhu Heng had already drawn his long sword at this time, and said to Abu Hanmo while picking up an arrow that was shooting.

"Why don't I wait for the first time to withdraw the troops!

"No!" Abu Hanmo shouted with a hideous face, he had already reached this point, how could he withdraw his troops.

suffered such a big defeat, how could he still get back to the Kingdom of Jin?

With his current situation, it would be a death to go back like this, so it would be better to fight to the death here!

Thinking like this, Abu Hanmo moved his gaze back to the gate of Huaiyang Pass.

"As long as we control Huaiyang Pass, we can still win!"

As he spoke, he raised his knife and shouted.

"Where is the chariot, let me break through the gates!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The drums of war beaten, and a chariot drove out of the military formation.

Under the impetus of a group of Jin troops, they crashed into the city gate with a thousand strengths.

"Prepare the brazier!" On the city wall, Su Changwu saw the chariot coming, and immediately said to his subordinates beside him.

"No need. At this moment, a voice interrupted him, accompanied by the sound of a heavy object dragging and dragging.

Su Changwu looked back and saw a huge black shadow covering the sky behind him.

It was an extremely tall figure, shirtless, with loose hair, a pair of tattered brown trousers, and a hammer as tall as the other in his hand.

Looking at this person, Su Changwu was stunned for a moment.

The man also lowered his eyes, glanced at Su Changwu, and grinned.

"That's it, just leave it to Lao Tzu. ”

As he spoke, he dragged his hammer to the side of the city wall.

Then jumped off.

The Jin army under the city was still pushing the chariot, and suddenly, a dark shadow covered the ground in front of them.

They froze and looked up at the sky, and they saw a man falling with a hammer.

"Bang !!!"

When a falling sound sounded that almost covered the entire battlefield, a cloud of smoke and dust rose under the gate of Huaiyang Pass, followed by a strong wind.

The ground shook beneath people's feet, and the wind tugged at their hair and the corners of their clothes.

Abuhamo stared blankly in the direction of the city gate, not knowing what was happening.

It was only when the smoke and dust were blown away by the wind that people could see the scene clearly.

By this time, the originally sturdy tank had been shattered.

The soldiers pushing the chariot fell to the ground in all directions, unconscious.

The broken siege pillars were leaning, sinking deep into the ground.

A large man with a disheveled head with a huge hammer stood in front of this mess.

The crowd looked at him silently, presumably sensing the gaze of the crowd, he raised his head and smiled, lifted the hammer on his shoulder, and stood in front of the city gate and shouted.

"Lao Tzu Tibetan Sword Valley Palace is not a weapon, is there anything harder?"

His hammer wasn't used to beat these broken metals.

"It's a novelty that even this iron-striking guy is here. On the other side of the battlefield, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked between the chaotic military formations with his hands in his hands.

His hands had never moved, but there were people around him who had been falling, and there was a throwing knife around his throat.

"Amitabha. In the middle of the Jin Bing Chinese army, an old monk in a cloth robe stood with a rebuke stick.

He recited the Buddha's name in his mouth, and whenever someone moved on him, he would knock him to the ground with a stick, whether it was a man or a horse, a cart or a frame.

"Thorn!" a chilling sword slashed between a group of golden soldiers, and then a group of golden soldiers fell to the ground.

Behind them, Dugu Bufu let out a slight breath of cold air, untied the cloak on his body, and wiped the blood stains from his sword.

After killing for so long, his body finally warmed up.

"You're lucky to have met me. Jiang Li'er casually knocked out another Jin soldier, glanced at Dugu Bufu, who was killing not far away, raised her brows, and sighed with a helpless smile.

Yan Jinling's knife is difficult to get out of the sheath, just like in the Jianghu cross, it is really sharp.

Su Changwu stood on the city, looking at the countless Jianghu people who appeared in the golden army under the city, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Suddenly, a voice appeared beside him.

"General Su, am I too late?"

Su Changwu looked sideways and saw a man in a brocade robe and a folding fan in his hand, standing beside him and smiling gently.

"Nope. Su Changwu smiled, shook his head and said, "You guys came just in time." ”

"That's good. Behind the brocade-robed man, a nun and a Taoist priest came at the same time, they were from the Emei faction and the Qingcheng faction.

The nun turned her head and said to the disciples behind her, "The disciples of Emei listen to the order and help the Tiance Mansion defend the city!"

"Yes!" the women bowed, drew their swords, and walked towards the castle tower.

Still as violent as ever.

Looking at the appearance of the nuns, the Taoist priest rolled his eyes helplessly, turned back weakly, and said to the disciples behind him.

"So do we. ”

"Yes. The green-robed trails nodded, and they also followed towards the city tower.

When the nuns and Taoist priests walked away, the brocade-robed man smiled and took out a brocade bag from his arms, handed it to Su Changwu and said.

"General Su, this is for you. ”

"This is" Su Changwu frowned and looked at the bag in his hand puzzled.

Obviously, he couldn't guess what it would be.

"This is the grain route of the Jin army, and the route of retreat. The brocade-robed man squinted his eyes and explained unhurriedly.

"What?" Su Changwu's eyes were shocked, and he subconsciously clenched the bag in his hand.

Because he knows what it means if it's true.

This means that the Jin army that came this time should only have no return.

"But, how do you know this?" Su Changwu looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.

The brocade-robed man smiled mysteriously, closed the folding fan in his hand, knocked on Su Changwu's shoulder and said.

"Don't worry, the news of our wind and rain building is still very accurate. If you think it's easy to use, we can also cooperate more in the future. ”

With that, he smiled and walked away.

After that, he had to meet someone, an old man.

When Mu Wu turned his head to look at his side, Xiao Muqiu was already standing there, looking at the people in the Bloody Clothes Building in the distance and said.

"You bloody clothes are really as barbaric as ever. ”

"I don't need you. Mu Wu said lightly, turned his gaze, and continued to look at the city.

Xiao Muqiu smiled like a fox, clasped his hands, put the folding fan on his shoulder and said.

"How did you think about the cooperation between our two floors?"

Mu Wu glanced at the fox expressionlessly: "The sub-account has to be recalculated." ”

"Okay. As if stealing chickens failed, Xiao Muqiu raised his brows regretfully.

"But speaking of which, it seems that there is still one person who hasn't come. ”

As he spoke, he looked down at the city.

"Who?" asked Mu Wu.

"A man who is long overdue. Xiao Muqiu closed his eyes lightly, slowly opened the folding fan in his hand, and said to himself.

"Whew. ”

At this time, there was a faint sound of wind in the sky.

Mu Wu seemed to notice something, looked up at the wind, was silent for a while, and spoke.

"Isn't this coming?"