Baili Chuanhong kept retreating, his toes on the ground, and almost at the same moment, more than a dozen fine clouds of smoke and dust floated on the sparse meadow.

His footwork is not only fast, but also very weird, even in front of him, Ulan Batel's fist is blowing in the wind, and the fist shadow is already like a shower, and there is no trace of dodging gap, he can always find the life in the fist.

The Death Gate means that you can dodge, unlike the Death Gate, which has to be hit hard. And from beginning to end, Baili Chuanhong, who has completely calmed down, is really worthy of being the top master in the world, and he has avoided all the attacks that can be avoided, and all the ones that can't be avoided have been carried down.

The library in the palace is also the largest arsenal in the world, and the martial arts classics in the world, as long as they can be collected, those with a little bit of value, are all stuffed into it.

From the day the library was built, Baili Chuanhong read books inside.

The richness of the martial arts he is familiar with, from the lowest level of the rivers and lakes to the world's top mystical martial arts, there is no one in the world to compare. Any move in his hands can evolve to become stronger, and the original flaw is no longer a flaw, even Ulan Batel, who has been attacking, has been forced into danger by him many times.

There is no difference between the two for a while, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat, but there is no such stalemate in other places on the battlefield.

The cavalry of the Royal Forest Army, which had been recuperating for a long time, rushed out as soon as possible, and was cut into formation by the white-clothed Bodhisattva, and the barbarian cavalry that slowed down was immediately rushed to pieces, and was cut off the horse by the sharp Liyang steel knife like mowing grass.

At this time, a barbarian junior gritted his teeth and glanced at the two masters who were entangled together, and the thunder snake electric dance rolled around him. He turned his head again and glanced at the Liyang cavalry who were constantly rushing over.

In terms of frontal combat effectiveness alone, regardless of experience and will, these 5,000 Royal Forest Army are enough to be compared with the 5,000 cavalry of the Northern Battalion, and they are the elite of the elite.

Two iron knives swept over, he blocked one knife, but was forced to fall off the horse by the other knife, rolled on the ground for a week, immediately pulled out the saber on his waist and waved it reflexively, and the light of the Xueliang knife cut off the leg of the Liyang cavalry that ran by his side. After taking two breaths, he shouted at his partner who also fell off the horse on the side: "Baburu, it can't go on like this, the war horse has no strength to run, and we will die!"

The barbarian known as Babulu was still a teenager, with a shallow scar on his left eye, and although he was murderous and fierce, he could still see a little immature look on his face.

His master is the famous Iron Knife General among the barbarians, but in a contact battle two months ago, the Iron Knife General was ambushed by the scouts of the Central Plains, and although he fought hard to kill the hundred and ten cavalry before he died, he was also trampled into meat sauce by the horse's hooves.

Baburu inherited the iron sword of the iron knife general, he was only sixteen years old, he was already as strong as a little calf, looked at the city gate in front of him, waved his sword, and said in a cold voice: "The high priest has bought us time, now, we must rush in, as long as we rush into the city, we will win!"

"How can you rush in? There are so many white-clothed masters in front of us, and with them blocking us, we can't even organize a formation charge, let alone rush into the city gate. Tie Xin waved his knife and cut off a stray arrow, frowned and said, "What's more, our horses are gone." ”

Baburu punched him in the head, knocking him in the eye, and said viciously: "What if there are no horses, those slaves in sheepskin robes dare to charge with swords, we are wearing iron armor, why don't we dare." ”

Iron Heart was speechless.

So Bablu continued: "If you can't form a system, you can't form a system, everyone fights on their own, just like the men catch lambs at the Prairie Conference, today, in a competition, whoever rushes through the gate first wins." ”

The barbarians had been desperately defending, trying to find a chance to line up.

But at this moment, the first person began to charge, against the blade, against the arrows in the sky, and rushed towards the city gate with some weakness.

A person's strength is weak after all.

But slowly, the second man, the third man, all those who could charge, began to charge.

Those who could still run became cavalry, and those who couldn't run dismounted and became infantry, and those who could always move moved anyway.

They follow the ambition of their hearts, like primitive beasts, and those who are willing to be silent do not say a word, and those who are not willing to be silent let out a low, hoarse roar.

Even so, they were still no match for the Kingsmen, but if they continued like this, the Kingsmen could no longer suppress them as much as before. After all, it takes a lot more time and cost to suppress a group of people who don't want to die.

Baili Chuanhong's face became gloomy again.

Ulan Baatar had a smile on his face.

Now it was Baili Chuanhong's turn to rush to the city gate, Ulan Batel stopped him from letting him pass, but at this moment, they were already close to a hundred zhang away from the city gate, so how could they rush over easily.

......

Wang Li raised the halberd in his hand, and directly picked up a person on the blade of the silver halberd against the moonlight, and with a shock to his hand, the person who was still intact turned into flesh and blood sprinkled in the sky.

This is the last one.

Canglong's armor was covered with deep knife marks, and there was even a palm print an inch deep in the center of his chest. He was almost red with blood, but he was still standing tall.

The army had already rushed into the city, shouting and killing to the sky, but the thunder was loud and the rain was small.

Because there was no one left in the city, and the three of them had dragged on for so long, those who could have left had already left.

The encirclement and suppression of the army outside the city has also reached the last moment, and the remaining resistance is only a dying struggle, and after a while, an adjutant general rushed to his side and knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "General Qiyu, the war outside the city is over, 80,000 barbarians have been killed, 3,500 people have been captured, and 42 barbarian generals have been captured alive." ”

The expression on Wang Li's face did not change, which was expected for him. just casually asked, "That one named Tie Yan was also captured alive?"

"No, the barbarian thief was very fierce, and in the end, only one person was still desperately resisting, and now he has been beheaded by General Xie. ”

"Xie Siyuan is okay, right?"

"This"

Say. Wang Li's face was very flat, still looking into the distance, and in the night, the hand holding Fang Tian's halberd trembled faintly.

"Yes, General Xie was seriously injured and is being treated at the moment, but the military doctor said that it would be no big problem to recuperate for a year and a half. ”

Hearing this, Wang Li frowned and said softly, "It's really time to get hurt." ”

The people around subconsciously lowered their heads, pretending not to hear, and the young general who reported it also pursed his lips, lowered his head and continued: "There are many barbarian prisoners, and there are quite a lot of differences, and several generals are arguing over whose team will stay to guard the prisoners. ”

"Huh?"

It should have sensed a little annoyance from Wang Li's tone, and the young general was immediately so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, so he just knelt on the ground and hurriedly said: "General Wu means that the barbarian thieves are fierce, and it is appropriate to send the Tiger Battalion and the Hundred Battles Battalion to guard it." ”

But Wang Li just sneered, waved his hand casually, and said: "The barbarians have only been walking for an hour, and they can't run far, and they are pursuing now, and they will be able to catch up tomorrow afternoon.

"But, General, what about the captives?"

"Kill them all. ”

"Huh?"

Now, not only this young general, but also a large number of people around him are dumbfounded, and the captives have never been treated well, everyone knows this. There are even many people who have been beaten to death, according to the usual rules, they are generally sent to the deep mountains and old forests in the south to open mines, life and death are all up to the will of God, such a large-scale killing of prisoners, has not been done for decades.

Wang Li didn't care, in his opinion, the cavalry of the barbarians rushed into the Central Plains, and they didn't know how many people in the Central Plains had been killed, was this matter just settled?

The blood debt must be paid with blood.

The bloodstained hand clenched Fang Tian's halberd again, and with a whistle, the Fire Horse rushed out from the corner of the side.

Wang Li turned over and got on his horse, raised his arm, and the blood-red daze fluttered in the wind.

He shouted loudly: "The rest of the people, if they can still move, they will all get on their horses and chase the remnants of the barbarians, and strive to catch up tomorrow afternoon, and kill them without leaving a single piece of armor!"

"No!"

In all directions, the sound of the promise was categorical and high-spirited.

The resolute and solemn expressions returned to the men's faces, and they carried their freshly bloodstained swords, non-stop.