A big gun, the tip of the spear pierced Ning Feng's chest, and the person holding the gun clenched the fine iron gun body with both hands, strode forward, and his whole body was stretched into a big bow.

Charge.

Momentum.

Then the man with the gun raised his head and looked at the scene in front of him in shock—

After being crushed by the White Tiger Great Sage, this big gun was quenched from all kinds of fine iron, whether it was toughness or sharpness, it was of the highest quality, at this moment the tip of the gun trembled, and the big gun with excellent toughness was bent into a big circle, Wang Luo almost looked at Ning Feng's sleeves, and the shabby warrior's clothes were poked out of a crack by the tip of the gun.

The shadow of the arrow came in, and the sound of breaking the air grinded people's eardrums.

Someone held the big gun that was bent to the extreme with one palm, and the palm exerted force, and then two figures flew out upside down-

Wang Luo swept backwards in embarrassment, his toes continued to fall back and forth on the ground, and the spear body was drumming back and forth, and the tip of the spear was forcibly poked to the ground by him, dragging out a series of fires, almost unable to hold the gun steadily.

A rain of arrows enough to shoot an elephant into a sieve fell densely above the heads of the two men.

In the indiscriminate arrow rain attack, Wang Luo struggled to shoot his spear, a spear waved impenetrable, the vitality was attached to the body of the gun, and the heavy arrow was smashed to the ground by the big gun, he ran all the way to Ning Feng's sleeve, but the distance between the two was getting farther and farther away.

Wang Luo's face was gloomy, and he looked at the backward figure that was becoming more and more alarming.

Ning Fengsleeve blocked his eyes with one hand, and rushed down from the high platform at an extremely fast speed, shooting all the way through the rain of arrows almost without hindrance, but all of them bounced off!

The cultivation of the Yuan Force of this Heavenly Wolf Great Domain King has stagnated, but he has never stopped cultivating, and on the road of refining the body, he has reached a considerable height-

Over the years, he has been pampered, not a dispute, even in the battle of rejecting the west, Ning Fengsleeve is more in charge of commanding in the military tent, and has never personally rushed into battle...... So all this became a secret.

No wonder he dared to go it all by himself.

Wang Luo felt terrified, after the man rushed off the high platform, he was like a wolf into a flock of sheep, and wherever his fists and feet went, the people who stood in the way were smashed by the waist, or they were kicked to the head with a kick, and they were kicked and pierced together with the heavy armor, and his body was like the wind, and his hands were like iron.

The Northern Wei Dynasty killed and killed, and the Xiguan was iron-blooded, but anyone who could achieve the vassal king seat in the four Guanxia...... And who is the one who is idle?

Ning Fengsleeve was more than forty years old, but his posture was still agile, his face was calm, from the collapse of the pavilion to the siege of the Sword Domain, and then to the repulsion of Wang Luo, there was no wave in his eyes...... All this was expected, and at this time, surrounded by crowded armor soldiers, trapped in the enemy camp, he did not panic in the slightest, but indifferently glanced around, suddenly increased his speed, and rushed in one direction.

Wang Luo dragged the spear and also rushed into the armor, chasing Ning Feng's sleeve and smashing the gun, the figure swept out before the tip of the spear fell, and the body of the big gun smashed down, smashing the huge iron plate on the deck and cracking, and the dragon ship was shocked by this shot-

"Ahh

Wang Luo saw the corpses of the armor soldiers in the distance flying above the deck, and the corridor in front was filled with a mist of blood.

Ning Feng sleeve ...... He's going to get a gun!

A shout burst out of his throat, Wang Luo dragged the gun again, and just raised his head, but saw a blood-red corpse smashing over, and before he had time to dodge, he was hit by the halberd, and then a gun shadow flew over.

The sound of a "bell".

I don't know what the material of the spear is, but it's still wrapped in strips of cloth—

The large black cloth wrapped in the spear was soaked in blood, and the dragonfly pierced through the breastplate of the euphorbia armor like a little water, collided with the tip of Wang Luo's spear, and then stabbed it backwards and then poked it again.

After that, the offensive was like a rainstorm.

Shot after shot.

Known as the "Xining Gun Fairy", Wang Luo, the top three in the lethality of Qiliang Temple, has long hair scattered, the whole person has a hideous complexion, dragging a huge iron spear, and Ning Feng's sleeve has dozens of shots, sparks burst out at the tips of the two guns, Ning Feng's sleeve holds the gun in one hand, and slides out, with a section of the gun body still sandwiched under his arm, the tip of the gun has pierced the black cloth, and the miserable white glowing tip of the gun reflects the blood light around it.

With the last poke, the iron spear trembled, Wang Luo took three steps back, and with one step, the deck of the dragon ship exploded and lifted under the heavy force, and the bellies of the ships around him trembled, and the monstrous water column soared into the sky.

Water vapor fills the deck.

Wang Luo's face was pale, and blood oozed from his fingertips.

He looked at the Heavenly Wolf Great Domain King in front of him, who was as calm as the deep sea, his chest swelled, suppressing this mouthful of blood, but the corners of his lips overflowed with a touch of red.

Central Plains Dialect...... Those who use guns are always stronger in the north than in the south.

There is a Li Qing in Xiguan, and there is a wolf in Nancheng.

I don't know which is stronger or weaker.

Today's fight was made, and the king was defeated without saying anything.

At this point, Wang Luo knew it...... I'm afraid the head of this great feudal king will not be able to stay on the dragon ship.

His limbs were already weak, and he still insisted on standing with a pestle and a gun, silently staring at the middle-aged warrior in front of him.

Ning Feng's sleeves were dressed in light clothes, the strips of cloth on the body of the gun had not been removed, and the clothes on his body had been torn by the gunwind during the attack, but his face was still calm.

On the deck of the dragon ship, on the high platform, the rapid sound sounded carefully and orderly, and the smoke and dust dispersed.

He was not afraid or hidden, and after glancing at it, he closed his eyes slightly, lowered his head, and seemed to be thinking about something, allowing the armor soldiers on the deck to line up like this, and the shield guards smashed down their shields, and there was a sound of gold and iron, and one after another shield walls were attached to his side not far away, surrounding himself and Wang Luo into a circle that was not big or small.

The shield guard was followed by the halberd......

The halberdier was followed by the crossbowman......

The dead silence didn't last long.

Wang Luo suddenly had a warning in his heart-

The middle-aged martial artist in front of him raised his head sharply and opened his eyes.

After the crossbowman, it is Qi Liang's brain, the Wolong of Lanling City!

Forgiveness!

A spear was handed out, the tip of the spear cut through the air, the focus was on the iron shield, the cloth strip was shattered, the shield armor was also shattered, and the iron array wrapped in a circle shattered in an instant, and a gap was poked out, and the middle-aged warrior ejected, the big gun turned out to be just an ordinary white cool wooden gun, but no one could imagine that the white cool wooden gun could directly smash the heavy shield and kill a bloody way in the formation.

And even more unimaginable...... It is this bloody road, which does not lead to the bow of the ship, but to the deeper hinterland!

Ning Fengsleeve wants to kill!

There was blood in the eyes of this lone wolf, and the momentum of plundering was unstoppable, but any nine-rank martial artist could have more than one enemy, and His Royal Highness Qi Liang even broke two thousand armor with one sword in the Daji Mountain Range, but not everyone has such strength.

Killing a top is effortless.

Killing the top ten will consume far more than ten times the spirit and spirit than killing the first one.

If it weren't for the means of the female Hades, even if he was as energetic as Yi Xiao, he would never have been able to get out of Liangjia City in the battle of the Daji Mountain Range.

Ning Fengsleeve only had one gun, he didn't hide half of the lotus pond of the Holy Island's vitality, and he wouldn't spend a very small amount of yuan to kill people.

So every shot is delivered, and every effort is done.

He only needs to kill one person.

The tip of the gun folded forward, poked a head, the blood rain burst out, dyed on the white shirt, Ning Feng's sleeve face remained unchanged and continued to move forward, but the gun body suddenly reversed the direction, swept around, and slapped heavily on the chasing Wang Luo's body, and the Xining spear fairy flew out, and the white Liangmu gun body poked out in mid-air, poking out two blood rains on Wang Luo's left and right shoulders, and did not stop after collecting the gun.

The left and right shoulders of the waste man are the skills of the waste man with a gun.

There was a straight line between Ning Fengsleeve and Qi Shu, and he could clearly perceive that the clever scholar had begun to run away, and he was against the armor, and countless people who were dying were pouring in, wanting to complete this plunder...... He didn't have any more strength to kill someone outside this straight line, even if the other party was Qi Liang's second god general.

On the battlefield, Wang Luo can reach a division of 100 people and 1,000 people.

And Qi Shu, who is powerless, can reach an army of 10,000 people!

This Lanling Wolong, if it is not killed, the entire battle between the north and the south will not be to mention killing 100,000 people...... The country will be overthrown!

......

......

The shouting and killing are like a tide, and the hot wind is boiling and rolling away.

There are many small cities on the border of the southern region, and the real big cities, which are enough to be included in the 36 cities of the Northern Wei Dynasty, are all scattered apart, and when they were first built, they had the meaning of opening up the momentum of confrontation between the north and the south.

The gate of the Heavenly Wolf King City has been open for a long time, and the soldiers of Ning Feng's relatives, the most elite part of them have been transferred to the Western Defense Line, and there are not many people left behind in the base camp, and the power and military talismans of the Northern Wei Dynasty are concentrated in Luoyang, so at this moment, the Heavenly Wolf King City, the entire Southern Region, most of the troops who came out of the enemy were the troops of the Luoyang lineage.

The two groups of men and horses in the front have smashed together, the plain terrain, the cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty rushed up with great momentum, the war drums at the head of the city beat more than once, and the deafening air was filled with hot and hot smoke.

Hoarse, straining, angry voices, scraping of gold and iron, swords into flesh, burst out above the earth.

Resisted the first group of cavalry, Qi Liang's landing was no longer so difficult, flesh and blood flew sideways, the horses howled miserably, and the warriors of the seven families poured out of the belly of the ship, this is the first batch of elite Qi Liang, the cultivators who swept on the land of smoke and dust in black robes, pinched the trick in their hands, and all kinds of magic lights up——

After the first batch of elites of the Seven Masters appeared, the situation of Luoyang's charging formation changed completely, and the cavalry's charging and killing was crushed by the completely unequal combat power, and the horses that came in layers collided with the spells of the Seven Families, and their heads were like hitting an invisible giant wall, and suddenly their bodies twisted, and they were thrown out with the people on horseback!

......

......

The wind of fire howled.

Somewhere on the battlefield, there were two large robes, one black and one white, straddling horses, and swept from west to east at a rapid pace.

The battle line was extremely long, and they were followed by snow-white cavalry, rushing at an extremely fast speed.

This is the direct line of Sky Wolf City, and it is also the most elite "wolf rider".

At this moment, there are only a hundred people rushing by, and the number of a hundred people is ...... On this huge battlefield, it seems insignificant, the horse's hooves are stepping on the hot wind, the wolf rider does not make the slightest stop, sweeping from the river line, the obstacles encountered along the way are much more difficult than the front line, dozens of huge dragon ships, just off the belly of the armor, across the entire battle line, but these Qi Liang soldiers did not have time to set up a formation, they were scattered by this wolf horse.

The black robe rolled like smoke, Meng Qi rode his horse and galloped, carrying two spears behind his back, one was the tiger head Zhan golden spear, and the other was the five-hook god flying silver spear, one gold and one silver, which was extremely scorching under the reflection of the firelight.

The black-robed strong man had a gloomy face, and he was the leader of the whole wolf cavalry at the forefront of the battle line, he suddenly turned over and dismounted, grabbed the head of a soldier with a slap, wrapped the head with a huge slap, ran twice to catch up with the horse, continued to sweep onto the horse's back, and raised the soldier with both hands.

"Poof".

A sharp arrow pierced through the heart armor of the soldier who was blocking in front of him, and the blood splashed Meng Qi's face, and his eyes turned in one direction, and the elite of the seven families noticed their wolf riding ...... It was impossible for Qi Liang to allow the wolf rider to charge unlimitedly, and the next thing was to do it to himself.

Their purpose has never been to kill the enemy, and they have gone deep into the enemy's belly like this, just to save people.

Zhang Wenyuan and Meng Qi ran side by side, and there were already brothers behind them who were shot and fell, and the formation of the wolf rider was destroyed by the elite crossbowmen of the Seven Families...... A hundred men is the minimum number that can sustain the charge, but in this vast battlefield, it is too small.

"Where's the prince, where is the prince......"

In the midst of the fire and wind, the voice of the black robe was anxious.

Zhang Wenyuan glanced back, the number of wolf riders behind him had decreased sharply, and since the exposure, someone has fallen behind in every breath and will never keep up.

Rushed from the western border, in order to meet the prince, Qi Liang's waterway raid is unreasonable, since the war has broken out, what other peace negotiations can be made?

The brother of the wolf rider died a miserable death, and the prince was the only one on the dragon boat...... What should it be?

He gritted his teeth so hard that he almost squeezed a sound out between his teeth.

“...... Keep up, it's almost there!"