Before Li Songqi could finish speaking, two loud shouts suddenly came from under the wall, and two familiar commanders raised their arms and shields and rushed out of the ranks of foot soldiers almost in no particular order.

The large iron vertebrae on the hill are not vertically lined up and down, but converge from both ends to the center, forming two inclined stairs that gradually approach the suspension bridge of the city gate.

The two brave commanders leaped up on the big iron spine, and with the help of the cover of the drawbridge, they rushed to the city gate.

What they are using in their hands is not the scimitar that the Di people are accustomed to, but a heavy iron mallet, which is specially used to attack and break the wall at a glance, supplemented by the aura blessing of the qi training master, which is enough to shake the gate of the first village.

What's especially bad is that because of the angle, the huge Divine Arm Crossbow can hardly threaten the two commanders in front of the door.

Li Songqi took a deep breath, stared at Lu Bingchen and ordered: "All the hundred cavalry commanders of the right battalion go down to meet the enemy!"

The space at the entrance of the village is extremely narrow, and there is no room for too many people to fight.

In addition, five Qi training masters who are proficient in maneuvering techniques are enough to kill two Di people's commanders, but the real threat is the rain of arrows that cover the sky and the sun.

Four of the hundred cavalry commanders in the right battalion were Jianzhou disciples, and the remaining two were guards brought by Li Songqi from home.

Lu Bingchen glanced behind Li Songqi, because the Di people did not divide their troops, the Qi Refining Realm guards brought by Captain Li from home had already gathered at the head of the north gate wall.

Except for a captain of the left battalion, a commander of the 5th Banner of the left battalion, and two of the right battalion, the remaining four people surrounded Li Songqi.

They are Li Songqi's biggest reliance on controlling Xiandengwei.

Lu Bingchen sighed in his heart, he knew Li Songqi's family background, and he might not be much stronger than the Lu family, but the support they received was far from the same.

Now that he was wearing this black robe, he had long expected such a day, so he no longer hesitated, and without even waiting for the other hundred cavalry commanders, he drew his long sword and jumped towards the outside of the wall.

The wind whistled in his ears, mixed with a sudden indistinct roar and the rattle of the bowstrings, and his sword pointed diagonally downwards at the center of the brow of a thousand-legged commander.

The commander had just completed the feat of mountaineering, and seeing that there was hope for breaking the door, it was when the blood was surging and the spirit was stirring, when he saw this, he showed a cruel smile on his face, did not dodge or dodge, raised the iron mallet and threw it upwards, and smashed it towards Lu Bingchen's sword body.

Lu Bingchen uses a soft sword that is extremely difficult to practice, and he does not take it as a matter of fighting hard to the death, what he pursues is strange and difficult to defend.

The tip of the sword was a little above the opponent's hammer, and the flexible blade of the sword was bent into a huge arc.

The commander was slightly stunned, but the response was extremely fast, the surprised expression on his face had not subsided, his left hand had already subconsciously swept forward, and the hard arm shield slammed into Lu Bingchen's waist ribs.

Lu Bingchen pushed hard, and instantly retreated an inch in the air with the rebound power of the soft sword, allowing the commander's arm shield to hit the air.

He didn't stop, and the whole person flew back a few inches, and his back hit the wall, but he strangely didn't make any sound, and he didn't fall, and hung on it like a painting.

His wrist turned slightly, and the soft sword, which had a sharp sword roar due to its sudden straightening, instantly changed direction, and disappeared in the air like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

There were bright blood beads flying between the lightning and flint, and the commander of the Di people, who had been unforgiving, rushed forward bravely, fell to the ground, and the blood from his neck flowed down, soaking the loess under him.

The undead commander was still twitching in the dust, and Lu Bingchen had already kicked on the wall of the wall, and pounced on the remaining commander with a majestic posture that did not conform to the previous strange path.

The commander had already smashed a hole in the sloping drawbridge as a foothold, climbed up and was struggling with the iron ropes pulling the drawbridge, and in the harsh sound of the iron, the iron ropes rattled, and the drawbridge shook slightly.

The rain of arrows over the drawbridge was particularly dense, so that the crossbowmen on the wall did not dare to show their heads.

Lu Bingchen was like a galloping horse, and his heavy footsteps stepped on the suspension bridge fiercely, making a thumping sound, revealing an indomitable tragic momentum.

His expression was as plain as water, and his eyes shone with the glow of reason, but what he did was no different from killing a red-eyed madman.

The commander just wanted to break the iron cable quickly, and then leave this ghost place alive, more than a step weaker than Lu Bingchen in terms of momentum, and when he saw the tragic situation of his companion, he was even more reluctant to fight with this madman.

He slammed the hammer down as he calculated the distance to the black-clad swordsman, hesitating between meeting and avoiding the enemy's edge.

Lu Bingchen didn't pay attention to what the thousand commanders were thinking, and only cared about his life, but his heart was unhappy.

He keenly caught the change in the other party's expression, which was a change from surprise to joy, and his heart suddenly became vigilant.

Sure enough, when Lu Bingchen's sword was less than a foot away from the commander, the commander standing on the edge of the suspension bridge flipped outward violently and instantly turned to the other side of the drawbridge.

Lu Bingchen kept rushing to the bridge, preparing to stab the commander across the bridge, but before he could raise his eyes, he saw a huge sword qi flying towards him.

This sword qi is definitely not dazzling, and even a little inconspicuous, but it exudes a bone-penetrating chill in the silence, and Lu Bingchen definitely doesn't want to take a hit.

Rao was mentally prepared in advance, and he didn't expect that he would be able to induce the Commander Grandmaster General to take action in person.

The speed of the sword qi is extremely fast, and the timing of the shot is even more accurate, which is when Lu Bingchen's old power has been exhausted and the new power has not been born.

He didn't have time to dodge at all, in fact, compared to the Grandmaster's sword qi, the thick bridge under his feet was insignificant, and there was no way to dodge at all.

Lu Bingchen simply closed his eyes, and only had time to put the soft sword in front of him, and the aura that he hastily mobilized was injected into the soft sword.

The passes in the middle realm of qi cultivation have not been opened all, and the aura that can be mobilized is not satisfactory.

He sighed lightly in his heart, the personnel were exhausted, and the next thing was to resign himself to fate.

Lao Dongran's sword qi smashed the bridge board brutally, smashed Lu Bingchen's tenacious long sword, and crashed into the gate of the village without stopping.

Lu Bingchen was covered in blood, and his whole body was pierced by the fragments of the saber through several transparent holes in front and back, slammed into the gate of the village, and was hit to the ground by the force of the rebound, and he happened to be extremely lucky to avoid the sword qi.

He fell to the ground and was picked up.

Lu Bingchen spurted blood from his mouth and nose, his sight was blood-red, and he suddenly realized that the rest of the hundred cavalry commanders in the right battalion were finally late.

Or rather, they came too early.

If these comrades who wanted to follow him to beat the water dogs hesitated for a few more moments, they would definitely not dare to come down and face the knife of a grandmaster general, and they would be able to save their lives for the time being.

He thought so, and the next moment he fainted.

Just as he thought, the few hundred horsemen who jumped off the wall were all repentant at this moment.

Behind their heads, the huge sword qi cut a huge gap in the gate of the wall, and it was already crumbling.

Immediately after the sword qi, in the breathtaking shouts, the Grandmaster of the Di people flew up from under the chopped bridge plate along the route of the sword qi, and landed on the bridge board with a bang, landing on the ground and taking root.

Thousands of horsemen burst into a wolf-like deafening cheer.