After a long battle, Mu Shipan was soaked in blood and heavy armor; he killed people like hemp, and Ganjiuquan survived.

Around the golden wolf banner, there were a few stumps and broken arms, and how much scorching blood was poured down.

The black Jiao floated in the air, but when he saw the evil spirit, the heavens and men were like gods, and there were black clouds in the sky to suppress the golden city.

The cold rain is falling, and the clothes are moisturized silently, and it is a pouring rain that is coming.

The sky was dark, and the battle was still raging.

Two thousand horseback crossbowmen silently turned to meet the reinforcements of more than 10,000 kings in the direction of due north. There is no such thing as real money and official hats falling from the sky in this world, especially the surrounding army, if there is no way out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, why should the comrades who also lick the blood from the knife edge take a look at it?

The more uncertainties appear on the battlefield, the more we must calm down, otherwise the formation will be in chaos, either the good situation will be ruined by a failure, or the fleeting glimmer of life will be missed.

Before the larger-scale confrontation began, there was a brief lull in the core battlefield under the Jincheng Pass.

Jincheng rode lightly in the east, and the king tent wolf rode in the north, and after another round of bloody hedging, the two sides were far away from each other, and there was a grassland that had been trampled into a blood-colored mud with nearly a hundred zhang in between, and each licked his wounds.

This blood-colored mud is not empty, except for a miserable corpse and an ownerless war horse guarding the corpse, there are still hundreds of fallen horsemen fighting with knives and feet.

These men were all injured of varying degrees and were already exhausted, and they were all supported by the blood in their chests. Whether it was Zhou Ren or Hei Di, no one chose to return to the battle, neither had that strength, but also did not want to leave behind their seriously injured comrades and the enemies who were close at hand to escape alone, not asking for anything else, as long as they dragged each other, and the next time the two sides hedged each other, they could naturally go on the road together.

The armies of both sides reorganized their arrays in an orderly manner, and except for the shouts of the captains and hundred horsemen when they gave orders, it was only a murderous silence. The soldiers in the front line could see the figures of those infantry comrades, most of whom had no moves and no coordination to speak of, and the scene was as ugly as a fight in the streets. The soldiers in the back row could only hear the hoarse but fierce roar of a wild beast in the field, and the sword sank into the flesh like chopping wood.

The sudden mighty long wind blew the flag, and the bean-sized raindrops fell from the nine heavens in succession, strung into a dim yellow bead curtain.

In the boundless noise and dead silence, who is the bronze covering face, following the sage wind ~ flow, beating the drum and singing in the wilderness, and mourning loudly?

The sound of horses' hooves is urgent, galloping like a dragon.

"Shuofang crows are edicted to beg thieves, and those who disobey will be killed!"

Ten thousand people turned around, their eyes burning like fire, and the curtain of heaven and earth beads seemed to be hovering and stagnating at this moment.

But when I saw the black-clothed and white-clothed horse coming, one of them entered the battle with a knife!

Liu Tugou was three feet in front of his eyebrows, and there was a token golden sword hanging out of thin air, which was uncertain and dazzling.

Seeing the token golden sword is like seeing the Son of Heaven, the one who holds it is an edict, and he can run rampant.

One of the members of the army, the golden armor general, exhaled and said, "Get out of the way!"

The second master grinned, and wherever he passed, he chopped the waves.

Five hundred black crows followed, connecting them in a line from east to west, easily cutting through the north and south halves of the array formed by the red-robed hedgehogs of the border army, and soon crossed the front row of Jincheng light horses, rushing into the mud that devoured countless flesh and blood, and the blade pointed directly at the golden wolf banner surrounded by thousands of wolf riders.

Even if it is not an ironclad heavy cavalry, as long as the blade is sharp enough, who says that you can't be unequaled and capture the flag?

The sad song and drum suddenly turned into majestic and passionate, like a strong wine in the throat, which made people can't help but stir in their hearts.

Liu Tugou lifted the knife and lifted it, setting off a brilliant knife aura that shocked the world, blasting away the rain curtain bead curtain, dazzling and dazzling, and the tiger roared and shook the sky.

At the beginning, the sword qi was extremely gorgeous and magnificent, splendid and colorful, and began to fade when it flew out, as if the murals in the temple where the incense was not flourishing for a long time, because of the wind and sun and gradually eroded, revealing a sense of vicissitudes.

The place where the sword qi passed, regardless of people and horses, regardless of Zhou Di, all melted like ice and snow.

Hundreds of entangled soldiers on both sides were killed and wounded in the blink of an eye, making way for the five hundred crows to charge.

Almost at the same time, Shen Tuyuan's henchmen and guards glanced at each other, their expressions more surprised than angry.

Only then did they hear clearly that their own general, who had always regarded himself as a Confucian general, scolded his mother viciously.

The spear and halberd that the soldier is good at can go far, so he naturally always wants to simplify the complex, return to the basics, and try to save energy to deal with the protracted battle.

It's just that if you want to capture the flag with a single sword, you are destined to take a path that is in the opposite direction, and the essence is to win the people in one go, so as to complete the work in one battle. Most of the martial artists in the rivers and lakes are reluctant to come to the border to earn military merits, most of the reason is this, the more beautiful and eye-catching the moves, the faster they will die.

For those infantry border troops who died silently, as long as they died well, it actually made no difference who killed them.

Liu Tugou, who took the lead, had a pale face as usual, and the inside had already turned upside down, far more dangerous than the cold killing outside his body.

The ancient butcher's knife in the heart lake flipped and changed, turning into a colorful divine tiger, opening its huge mouth to swallow the heavenly pillar and the sea of blood, not to mention the trivial and messy realizations on the path of cultivation, all of which were swallowed cleanly.

The Shenhu who had eaten a fat brain staggered, staggered out of the heart lake crookedly, and rushed all the way down to the sea of dantian qi.

In such a perverse way, the aura around the body suddenly lost the central allocation of the inspiration of the heart lake, because each contained a mysterious divine will, and immediately turned against each other.

It's just that before these unrestrained auras killed each other, the Slaughtering Heart Knife in Liu Tugou's dantian qi sea suddenly shone brightly, as if the true dragon was orthodox, causing the aura that was flooded all over the body to come and vote.

The aura in the sea of qi increased sharply, and although it was reluctant, it was still gradually squeezed into a small spiritual field.

The Slaughter Heart Knife was affected and could no longer maintain its shape, and was gathered into a round ball by Liu Tugou.

The Divine Tiger, who was simply swallowing dates and exhausting all the inspiration and divine consciousness in the heart lake, tried his best to finally squeeze into the sea of dantian qi, grinning and roaring in pain.

It glanced around vividly, and when it saw its new territory, it leapt and lunged towards the ball that had been formed by the Slaughtering Heart Knife.

The two are different but have the same origin, looking at the amazing momentum, once they collide but quietly, they will instantly merge into one, turning into a crystal clear, water drop-shaped strange knife.

The knife seed slowly fell, fell into the newly opened heart field, and disappeared without a trace.

Liu Tugou's aura plummeted, and he instantly fell half a step into the realm of divine powers, because the heart lake weather did not exist, and even the realm of the Great Cheng Grandmaster could not be saved.

The gorgeous and magnificent lines on the body of the slaughter knife also faded at the same time, only the color of the cast knife material itself was retained, and it was slightly blue in the snow brightness, becoming simple and unpretentious.

Suddenly unloaded the burden that he had been gritting his teeth for a long time, the second master was relaxed, as if he was even breathing a little easier.

The world is clear and silent, like sitting alone in a deep valley with your eyes closed, listening to the flowers blooming and falling on the trees behind you.

In the midst of all the attention, he laughed, raised his hand and slashed forward again.

The wind and rain are still there, not diminishing in the slightest, and there is no dazzling sword energy.

More than ten zhang away, the wolf rider in the front row of the first row breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he make a noise, and suddenly a flower appeared in front of him.

In the midst of the rain, a water snake turned over.

In front of the black-clothed body that rushed into battle, the bead curtain rolled upside down, and countless raindrops splashed everywhere, depicting a clear and colorless, extremely short and thin serpentine knife qi.

The knife snake grew when it saw the wind, and it grew into a big python more than ten zhang long in one breath, and in the blink of an eye, it had already crashed into the wolf riding array.

The crappy knife qi python that did not contain the slightest hint of inspiration was instantly dyed red by blood, and the python's tail rolled fiercely, immediately sweeping away dozens of terrified king tent wolf riders, and circled a huge semicircle in Hei Di's formation.

The smug red python coiled its long tail, with horns on its head, and raised it to the sky, echoing the black Jiao looming in the rain clouds.

Liu Tugou jumped on his horse and rushed forward, pointing forward, and moving forward.

Shen Tuyuan, who was in charge of the Chinese army, scolded his mother again, but this time he was more happy than angry.

"Charge the whole army, kill!"