Hanyuan Pass lies between two mountains, and the front is a vast desert. The two mountains are dangerous, which is not conducive to the army climbing. The barbarians who had infiltrated the mountains a few days ago were far more than those exterminated, and most of them had stumbled and died while climbing the mountain.

Hanyuan Pass is not a town, and there are no civilians in it. There were 20,000 defenders inside the pass, but there were no less than 50,000 troops outside the pass, and the enemy was more than twice as large as ours. If there is still a glimmer of life in the city to defend the city, and at this moment the city wall collapses, only the flesh and blood of the soldiers can stop the footsteps of the barbarians.

Ye Hongfeng opened his eyes with difficulty, his vision was blurred, and the sound entered his ears, which was a little illusory and blurry. Many people were still on it when the walls fell, and only a few dozen monks survived.

The barbarians did not let go of this gap, and drove the demon beasts to the ruins of the city wall, raising their scimitars while the monks of the human race were not fully conscious, and harvesting their lives like leeks.

More than 10,000 soldiers who were still alive in Guanzhong had already arrived, holding spears to drive away the barbarians. Helplessly, the barbarian seemed to be dead, and would rather be pierced by a spear and leave several bloody holes in his body, or slash the scimitar in his hand on the Terran monk's neck before he died.

Everyone knows very well that it is not the number of soldiers who can really affect the outcome of the battle, but the number of monks among them.

Just because ...... There is a large array in Hanyuan Pass, which needs to be presided over by monks.

There was another burst of blood, Ye Hongfeng raised his hand to wipe the blood stains on his face, and gradually came back to his senses. The scene in front of him slowly focused, outlining a bleak picture. The brute's scimitar was only a few inches away from the center of his eyebrows, and there were still sticky blood beads hanging on the scimitar, and his eyebrows were slightly tight, like a pinprick in pain.

The barbarian's face was a little shocked, and he pulled the scimitar hard, trying to pull it out. When the scimitar was about to stab Ye Hongfeng earlier, a soldier beside him blocked the scimitar with his body, which was a few inches in front of his eyebrows. The soldier clutched the scimitar in both hands, and he was already dying, but he never wanted to let go.

Ye Hongfeng's eyes were bloodshot, and a majestic spiritual power was vented from his sea of qi, turning into a big hand to grab the barbarian's body. After a breath, the barbarian was pinched out of thin air.

The soldier in front of him smiled calmly, let go of his hand, and his head bowed and passed away.

Ye Hongfeng gently laid the soldier's body flat on the ground, holding the long sword upside down in one hand.

A sword is not a good sword, but it can kill. Exchanging lives for lives is robes.

Yes, since the fall of the city, countless soldiers have gone forward to block the brute's scimitar for the monks, and saved the lives of the monks with their own lives, without complaint.

Now that he is sober, he should repay his kindness.

Ye Hongfeng bent his legs, and the long sword was behind him. The aura between heaven and earth fluctuated with his sea of qi, the long sword hummed, and the cyan sword qi spread out from the sword's body.

After a sound of breaking the air sounded, Ye Hongfeng's figure disappeared from the spot, the long sword changed in his hand, and the cyan sword qi was like a cyan long rainbow, leaving a fatal wound on the body of the passing barbarian.

After a few breaths, the brutes on the ruins fell to the ground. Blood was pouring out of their bodies, red on the rubble.

Ye Hongfeng stood on top of the ruins, gasped violently for a few breaths and calmed down, his gaze swept downward, and blood was dripping from his long sword.

He said coldly: "Who else is going to send him to death?"

The barbarians looked at each other with frightened expressions, and unconsciously took a few steps back. Rao is that they are so fierce and not afraid of death, and they don't dare to take a step forward at this moment.

The monks who were still alive had woken up, their faces grieving and gritting their teeth.

There was a sudden agitation in the pass, and a pale yellow semicircular halo fell from above, gradually covering the city wall, blocking the barbarians and everyone on both sides of the light curtain. Ye Hongfeng turned his head and happened to see a young monk sitting in the eye of the array, and the sea of qi surging attracted the aura of heaven and earth to activate the large array. The great array moved slowly, but the monk's figure became more and more sluggish, and soon it dried up, and it was already lifeless.

The barbarian warriors parted from it, and out came several tall barbarian cultivators, who were holding stone hammers and their eyes fierce.

The barbarian cultivator who was the leader looked at everyone in the light curtain, sneered, and said, "The yellow-skinned monkey in the south, how can he be so timid, he is cowering in the eight shells of the king, and he doesn't dare to come forward. ”

Ye Hongfeng groped out a bottle of elixir and all the spirit stones from the storage bag and threw them to the monk who was rushing towards the array, this elixir could restore spiritual power, enough for that person to support the big array without dying.

"You barbarians don't bully the few, who dares to come in and fight with me?" Ye Hongfeng said with a smile, but his tone was not half emotional.

The brute cultivator in front of the light curtain was so angry that he stomped his feet, but there was nothing he could do. Not to mention whether you can break through the light curtain and enter the formation, even if you fight alone with this person, you really have a chance of winning?

Ye Hongfeng stood at the edge of the light curtain, a little distracted. As early as when the barbarian army was overwhelmed, they had already asked for help from other passes, but now it has been a long time, but there is still no one coming. This time, the barbarians are determined to break through the Hanyuan Pass.

The sun star sank westward, and the barbarians did not retreat until dusk, so they guarded the light curtain, like guarding a turtle in an urn.

......

In Huangyang Pass, the soldiers ate dry food one after another, holding spears and resting slightly. The barbarians outside the gate were extremely fierce when they came, but they were not in a hurry to attack the city, but were stationed outside the city, and they were consumed like this.

A few hours ago, a message from Hanyuan Pass asking for help came, and the two Yuanying Realm monks in Huangyang Pass immediately flew out of the city and rushed to Hanyuan Pass. Soon after, everyone felt that the ground trembled, and there was a faint loud noise, as if some behemoth was collapsing.

And the infant monk has not returned.

Su Shili looked at the direction of Han Yuanguan with a sad face, and said in a low voice: "There won't be an accident on Junior Brother Ye's side, the barbarians have all come to the city, but they have not attacked for a long time, and most of them have conspiracies." ”

Qin Yanluo slapped him the back of the head and said, "Bah, bah, my little junior brother is very blessed, but unlike you, he is not so easy to die." But in the end, she herself was a little unconvinced, and she lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking.

The last old man on the city wall suddenly opened his eyes, looked in the direction where the infant monk had left, looked sad, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior brother...... He's dead. The barbarians actually laid such a backhand on the way, Huangyang Pass and Hanyuan Pass...... Finished. ”

The soldiers were a little dazed, wondering why the great monk suddenly burst into tears and spoke in such despair.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow came from below, dragging long wings of light with surprisingly fast speed. Before everyone could see what was going on, the sharp arrow pierced into the head of the old man on the city wall, and the tyrannical aura that erupted instantly destroyed the vitality in his body.

Under the city, several Jiedan monks flew up from the barbarian camp and crashed straight into the walls of Huangyang Pass.

"Boom ......"

All...... It seems that the tragedy of Hanyuan Pass is repeating itself.