Li Wenshuo carried Wuyangu's head down the mountain, and the sword rose up, a thousand miles a day.

The black fox followed behind, walking on the mountain road on foot, he knew that he couldn't keep up, so he was not in a hurry, and he had already guessed where Li Wenshuo was going.

He thought to himself that no one in the world knew him better than himself.

He looked at Fang Wenlan trembling all over, walking cautiously on the way down the mountain, his heart was full of disgust, like Fang Wenlan, the two of them wanted each other to die at the first sight of each other.

Li Wenshuo didn't kill women, it didn't mean he didn't kill them, but he still didn't do it in the end.

Because Li Wenshuo didn't kill her.

He ignored Fang Wenlan, and walked down the mountain like this, not fast or slow, his heart was happy, and his worries were gone.

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The northern city of Hebei is the northern gateway of Fenghua Prefecture, although it is not as majestic as the border city, but it can also be called the high wall of the city.

At this time, the five-zhang high city wall was full of scorched black, and the city wall was like a forest-like soldier, and the people in front of them were holding round shields and bayonet spears in their hands, some of them were holding straight knives in the army, and behind them were archers who were in three rows.

Rain of arrows, rolling wood and stones, these things never break.

The siege battle was fought for three days in a row, and the soldiers who defended the city in rotation changed wave after wave, and everyone felt extremely tired.

The barbarian infantry rushed to the city wall like a black tide, and they rushed to the bottom of the city wall with wooden shields in their hands and whispered war songs in their mouths, and immediately set up a ladder and climbed up with a round shield.

Hundreds of pounds of boulders continued to fall overhead, fire oil was splashed, and one after another cloud ladders were destroyed, and then one after another cloud ladders were erected, and it was not easy to climb the city tower, and immediately countless bayonet spears that had been waiting for a long time stabbed over.

But the siege continued, and no one flinched, for they were not afraid to die.

From time to time, the trebuchet threw fireballs of fire and smoke from behind them into the walls, or smashed them on the towers, and immediately burst open, and wherever they fell, flames would ignite there.

Hundreds of barbarian soldiers held huge shields in their hands, surrounded by a large cart, on which were one or two people hugging a thick and thin giant tree, the front end of the giant tree was a cone wrapped in iron sheets, covered by the rain of arrows, and finally arrived at the city gate.

The defenders had already prepared, tens of thousands of catties of butter were sprinkled from the city wall, and in an instant the siege vehicle and the soldiers under the city gate were poured all over their faces, and the next moment, the fire was ignited, and the howl continued.

It seems that the northern city of Hebei will never be breached.

In the midst of the flames, a figure pounced on the city gate.

One moment, a raging flame burned on his body, and the next moment, a powerful aura spread from his body, and the wind swept away, and the flames were extinguished in an instant.

With a shout, he slammed his fist on the gate, and the iron sheet wrapped around the gate instantly rolled up, and a puff of sawdust burst open.

Dust fell overhead.

He took another deep breath, his face turned red, and he punched out, and with the sound of bones breaking, there was a boom, like a muffled thunder, and the city gate fell in response!

Looking at the unobstructed avenue, he gasped, and a smile appeared on his dark face.

Then the smile came to an abrupt end.

A sword light flashed, and the big man immediately fell to the ground.

Dugu Qiu took the lead, and the all-armored cavalry poured out of the city gate like a tide, and in just an instant, a gap was torn open from the black tide.

As soon as the slaughter of the cavalry began, the foot soldiers had already retreated, and the black all-armored samurai in front were ready, ready to charge.

Wang Li had already stepped onto the crimson horse, the halberd hanging by his side, and he was ready to play, otherwise, Liyang's heavy cavalry would not be the opponent of the Black Thorn Cavalry at all.

It seems that it is already predictable that the battlefield in front of him will soon be stained red with blood.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, and when he looked up, he saw a flash of light in the air, and there seemed to be an additional figure in the sky.

How can a man be in heaven unless that man can fly?

But that man can really fly.

Li Wenshuo looked at the bloody battlefield, glanced at Wang Li, shook his hand, and the burden in his hand opened, revealing a frozen purple head.

Then he took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "The head of the Wuyan ancients is here, and he will not surrender yet!"

The sound swept out, like rolling thunder, and in an instant, it overwhelmed the entire battlefield.

Both sides, whether they were enemies or friends, subconsciously looked up at the sky, and the white-robed swordsman with a human head recognized that it was the sword immortal of the Central Plains.

It was too far away for the head to see its face.

But no matter who it is, whether they believe it or not, their hearts are shocked at this moment.

Isn't Uyangu in the big camp? How could he die here!

The invincible Black Thorn Cavalry and their generals were full of doubts and disbelief at the moment.

The tall barbarian warrior with a cyan broadsword wanted to stabilize the morale of the army, but before he could say anything, a large red flame appeared in his sight.

The speed of the Flame Divine Horse was as fast as the wind, and in just a few breaths, Wang Li pulled away a large section of the cavalry behind him, and the halberd swung out, pulling countless thunderbolts and tearing the man and horse in front of him in half.

The Black Thorn Cavalry's eyes widened as they watched the indestructible armor of the gods' gift be torn like paper in front of the man.

They began to panic, and the horses kicked and began to prepare to charge.

But Wang Li had already entered the flock, and the halberd swept out, and countless horses and people flew high, and then fell heavily to the ground, falling into a puddle of meat sauce.

......

The barbarian army had no heart, and the generals under the command temporarily issued an order to retreat, and this retreat could not be stopped, and Liyang's chasing troops were like rainbows, and they chased them out for two hundred miles, and all this stopped.

The enemy retreated, of course, it can also be said that retreat is advancing, and at this moment, Liyang's army also has to follow the advance, otherwise, if it retreats in the northern city of Hebei, no matter how solid the backbone will be broken.

However, Wang Li and those generals have to worry about these things, and Li Wenshuo can't take care of them.

At this time, he stood in the White Birch City, silently walking on the main street that was not wide, the street was very deserted, only three or two pedestrians were scattered, and they all looked terrified, like walking corpses.

At intervals, there were large pools of black and red stains scattered on the ground, exuding a fishy smell of blood, which made people smell sick.

There are three taverns in the city, and Li Wenshuo has been to two of them, and both of them were scorched and blackened by the fire, and he couldn't even see the original.

This is the third one, looking at it from a distance, the small flag with the word wine still fluttering in the wind, lonely, very miserable, but with a lot of vitality.

Li Wenshuo smiled slightly, because he sensed that there was a person in the tavern.

He walked briskly, and before he could enter the door, there was a large pool of blood on the ground.

He frowned slightly, walked in, looked at the man sitting at the table, exhaled lightly, and ignored it, and went straight to the stage, took a jar of wine from himself, threw a piece of broken silver on the table, and was about to turn around and go out.

"Nothing that is ownerless, no money is collected. ”

"I'm willing to give, can you handle it?"

"I can't do it. ”

"Then you talk about!"

Li Wenshuo walked up and was about to leave, but the man behind him opened his mouth and said, "Master Hou is not willing to accompany you for a drink or two?"

Li Wenshuo turned around and glanced at him, did not hide the impatience in his eyes, took a deep breath, and then spit out gently, in the process, the body on the table was tense all the time, as if he was about to make a move at any time.

Until Li Wenshuo threw another piece of broken silver on the table, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "I didn't pay for it, the wine, I invited you." ”

It is a thief to take it without telling it.

After speaking, Li Wenshuo turned around and left, leaving no step.

Lao Song, who was not accompanying King Qi at the table, looked at the two pieces of broken silver on the table in a daze, and suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly, not knowing whether he was self-deprecating or finding it funny.

Anyway, Li Wenshuo didn't find it interesting in the slightest.

He strode along the main road of Birch City, drinking as he went, and when he was about to leave the city, the wine in the pot was gone.

Then he walked into the ruined temple, which was cold and desolate, and the Bodhisattva was covered in dust and still had a gentle complexion, as if to bless every homeless traveler or sleeper.

Li Wenshuo stood here for a long time, until the sun set in the west, and the sound of a soldier entering the city came from outside the temple, and he bowed seriously to the dusty Bodhisattva, and then went out of the temple and walked out of the city.

Above the wasteland, there was a fierce sword intent rising with the wind.