After the halberd pierced the city gate, it was immediately nailed to the ground, and the strength was not exhausted, and the pavement of the stone slab cracked like a spider web, trembling slightly, and it stood steadily.

Behind the city gates, there were more than a dozen corpses.

Hearing the sound, the barbarian cavalry who rushed over, looked at the blood-red halberd and the broken city gate, and slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and a huge fear suddenly rose in the bottom of his heart.

Outside the city gate, the second wave of barbarian cavalry out of the city to support has not been defeated, the battle is still very stalemate, the torrent of steel is pouring, colliding, both sides are riveting, trying to crush the other.

But this time.

The fiery horses with jujube red bodies without a trace of variegated colors rushed out of the army, and a single horse chiseled through the enemy formation. There were several more knife marks of different shades on the cyan Canglong Divine Armor, but Wang Li was covered with the armor and couldn't see his expression clearly, and no one knew what he was.

I saw that the war horse under his crotch did not stop for half a step, the hoof shadow flew over, swept over the city gate like a phantom, pulled up the Fang Tian painting halberd inserted in the ground with one hand, swirled and danced overhead, the strong wind swept away, and in the blink of an eye, it was retreated again, and the poisonous snake poked forward like a hole.

The surging energy was like a wild dragon, rushing straight through, no one could stop it at all, and instantly brought up a large cloud of smoke and blood rain.

After many days, Wang Li stepped into the city again, his thoughts spread wildly, and in a blink of an eye, he was already squatting on horseback, and with a slight touch of his toes, the whole person rose and fell into the air to the top of a two-story small building with blue bricks and gray tiles on the side. With another borrowing, with a bang, the entire small building collapsed, and I don't know how many barbarians who were ambushed in the small building were buried in the ruins.

At this time, Wang Li had already jumped a hundred feet high!

He targeted a building in the middle of the city, and he didn't speak, only whispered, his dark eyes shining brightly under his visor. He moved his hands back, already holding the end of Fang Tian's painting halberd and raising it high.

The momentum on him is getting stronger and stronger.

The raging wind encircled his body, lifted him up, swirled around him, roared, and tore a whirlpool in a radius of ten feet in the thick black clouds.

In just an instant, several extremely powerful auras surged in the city at the same time, but Wang Li was unmoved, and the astonishing energy converged on the snowy halberd blade, and then swung down.

Before it hit the ground, the weight of the volley squeezed all the air open, the earth was torn, and the roof tiles flew up.

The domineering momentum suppressed the heavens, cracked the clouds, tore the air, and the white turbulence scattered and impacted for more than ten miles. The soldiers who saw it from afar felt the suffocating pressure.

In the face of this pressure, there are still people who take action.

Under the pressure of mountains and seas, three people rushed out, rising against the sky like meteors, two scimitars staggered, and an iron palm swung out.

The heavens and the earth were darkened for a moment.

It seems that all the sounds are gone.

No one could see the change in that moment. I saw Wang Li suddenly retreat, and jumped on the long street after borrowing his strength, and a bloody mouth broke open at the tiger's mouth, and the blood slowly flowed down the handle of Fang Tian's halberd.

It dripped to the ground.

In the burst of blood, one of the three people fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, shaking up a large cloud of smoke and dust. The other two also took a few steps back, their faces extremely ugly.

The king was silent as soon as he left the iron halberd.

The man who fell first slowly got up, spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and looked at the man or monster in front of him wrapped in cyan armor with a vicious but fearful look.

Previously, he saw Wang Li's move clearly, but he didn't avoid the edge, and he was forced to fight hard, trying his best to unload his strength, although he blocked this move, but the several heavy forces contained in it passed through the scimitar like a wave, and broke his arm.

But even so, he couldn't avoid it, because in the city lord's mansion behind him, there was still Tuoba Lie, the young king of the barbarians.

If the king is left with this trick, once the king is dead, then the barbarians really have no hope.

When that man comes back, he will definitely not let them go.

Tuoba Lie had broken through the wall behind the mansion and galloped north with a few attendants, outpacing the galloping horses. Wang Li felt it clearly, but he didn't catch up immediately.

The three guys in front of him were extremely difficult, and even if he wanted to get around, it would take a lot of effort.

Since you can't get around, you just don't waste your efforts.

He was determined to kill them all.

Wang Li became famous in Shu at the age of seventeen, a Fang Tian painting halberd killed countless people, invincible, strong and strong, the battle in his life, only three made him almost killed, but he survived in the end.

There are no ordinary sergeants around who are strange.

The air seemed to freeze.

Wang Li knew that most of the barbarian cavalry behind him had rushed out of the city and temporarily blocked his army, but it was only temporary, and all the cavalry outside the city had been abandoned.

Inside the city, Tuoba Lie was already gathering the rest of his army and preparing to withdraw. With the mobility of the barbarian cavalry, and the vast grassland outside the city, he could hide back in his lair as in previous years.

The three people in front of them also looked gloomy, they were left behind in the palace, and they also belonged to the people who were abandoned, of course, with their skills, if they were lucky, they would not be unable to live.

The cavalry behind him couldn't get in, and there were people in front of him who couldn't get through, and Wang Li seemed to be a little helpless at this time. The silence was terrible, and the calm air was only the sound of the wind, pulling at the decaying weeds of the city.

The wind brought the yellow sand from hundreds of miles away, and it hurt in the face.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the murderous aura that had previously dissipated, which had gone straight to the zenith, and the blood qi that went straight to the sky rose in the wind again, and a stronger momentum emanated from his body.

......

In front of Chang'an City, the fighting has entered the white heat, and the cavalry out of the city has almost died, leaving only a few teams of men and horses still making the last struggle to resist.

But at this time, no one is afraid of death, I don't know what the reason is, maybe it is the desire for victory in the heart, or the depression of despair, the strength and accuracy of the soldiers on the city wall are also a little bigger, as much as possible to cause damage to the enemy.

Chang'an City is about to be broken.

Once Liu Ye is captured, no matter what kind of results are fought on the front line, it will be in vain.

The old priest of the barbarian lowered his eyes, and his wide sleeves were torn out by the flying arrows, and hope was in front of him, as if it were within reach. Even he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The man above his head was still fighting against the masters of Chang'an City, and he seemed to have achieved good results. But he didn't look up, didn't step forward to help, and didn't look at the precarious Chang'an City Gate.

He slowly closed the eyes of a young barbarian general, and a dark cloud rose in his heart, and the whole person was extremely calm, but there was a faint sadness.

The man who died was his favorite grandson.

In the melee, he flew to break the formation and killed several masters in Liyang, but a stray arrow with no eyes shot into his grandson's heart.

The overlord of the world, what about the peak of martial arts?

No matter how much power he has, he still hopes that his children can live well.

But in this world, life is sometimes a luxury.

Fortunately, they were about to win, and after winning, they would re-manage the land, and seeing the fertility of the Central Plains, he firmly believed that his descendants and his fellow tribes would be able to grow vigorously here.

He comforted himself like this, but when he looked down, his grandson was still dead, and he would never wake up again anyway.

Suddenly, dozens of white shadows rushed out from the surrounding mountains.

They were all dressed in the same way, the wide white robes woven with brocade on the cloud bottom, the boots facing the sky at the bottom of the clouds, stepping across the fields, flying more than ten feet with a light sweep, but the crops under their feet only trembled slightly, as if they were blown by the breeze, and they were not hurt in the slightest.

The most important thing is that the momentum exuded by them is all above Xuantho, and they have almost stepped into the amazing realm of breaking the army.

The old man's eyes widened, and the iron armor in his hand was pinched flat for an instant.

He was shocked, there is a number of qi in the world, the number of martial arts masters cannot be too much, it is generally a fixed number, there are few exceptions, and the rise of a new master is often accompanied by the fall of an older generation of masters.

But the facts in front of him almost made him desperate.

I saw dozens of white-clothed figures suddenly entering the formation, holding various weapons, flying up and down, blood splashing everywhere, even the Black Thorn Cavalry could not stop the fierce power, or was cut in two, or was smashed by a fist and the man and horse flew up.

One or two supreme masters will not be able to influence the overall situation, and may even be besieged to death by a flood of cavalry.

However, once the number of masters is too large and reaches a certain limit, they can tear apart the formation of the cavalry at will, and even if they want to encircle and suppress, they are powerless. In just a few breaths, I don't know how many people have fallen in the military formation.

It is estimated that in another quarter or two of hours, the hard-won victory will disappear like a dream.

The old priest suddenly laughed, and the laughter was dry, and it was full of emptiness. He turned over and dismounted, took off his robe, and threw it out, letting the yellow daze drift away with the wind.

His face was hideous, and as soon as he rushed out, three white-clothed bodhisattvas seemed to see it and surrounded him.

It was a well-planned attack.

He didn't care, the hideous color on his face was even heavier, and any of his fists hit him on the back, and his thin palm directly grabbed one person's arm, and with a hard pull, Dapeng's blood was sprinkled in the air like a fan.

He is already in the middle of the army, facing the thugs of the school palace, the white-clothed bodhisattva, not only crushing in the realm, but also crushing the endless means. With just one face, the three of them were defeated and retreated, and only the number of white-clothed bodhisattvas around them gradually increased to seven, so that the situation would be stabilized and the old priest of the barbarian race was truly dragged.

Heads fly, rivers of blood.

Even if the masters of the Xuanche realm among the barbarians are opposed, they will be defeated and retreated, and it seems that no one can stop them at all.

At this moment, a white light fell from the sky, from the top down, and swept straight over the body of a white-clothed bodhisattva. The next moment, the white-clothed bodhisattva didn't seem to react, and the whole person was blown up into a puddle of minced meat from head to toe.

Ulan Baatar fell from the sky and fell straight to the center of the battlefield, his fierce eyes were full of anger, and with a wave of his black hand, invisible energy swirled in the air, and the heads of two white-clothed Bodhisattvas immediately exploded.

He swung his body, the powerful power was transmitted between the muscles, making a terrifying loud noise, and with a swing of his left arm, the five white-clothed bodhisattvas surrounding the old priest were instantly shaken away, and one of them couldn't dodge, but he was shocked to pieces, and died instantly. Then his right fist swung again, and from a distance of dozens of zhang, he directly smashed the gate of Chang'an City.

Flying sawdust flew in all directions, and pieces of iron cracked on the city walls, marking a brilliant spark.

When his arm swings down, the iron hooves of the barbarian army will rush into the city at his command!

But his voice seemed to be dumb, and he stared at the translucent gate hole, and by the last rays of daylight he could see the thin, dark shadow.

A sense of danger rises from the bottom of my heart.

After all, the order to attack did not exit.

He felt that the aura was at least a master of the same level as himself. Thinking about it a little in his mind, although he hadn't seen the other party, he knew who the other party was, except for Baili Chuanhong, there would never be a second person.

He had studied the martial arts list of the Central Plains, knew what kind of masters there were in this dream land, and knew what kind of dangerous people there were in the Chang'an City he was going to step into.

This kind of person, only he can deal with.

Maybe the cavalry can also rush him to death, but he can't say, just standing there, he can drag tens of thousands of his men to death.

But the cavalry under his command, both physically and mentally, were already very tired. They are all living people, no matter how much they lick blood from the knife and kill people like hemp, there is a limit.

He didn't know when the steppe cavalry under his command would collapse.

But the city gate had already been opened, and even if he didn't give the order, the cavalry who rushed to the front was still carrying a sword, and immediately abandoned the opponent in front of him and rushed towards the open city gate.

Like a moth to a fire.

In the dark city gate hole, the man's face was pale and his expression was not clear, but Ulan Batar clearly felt that the other party was looking at him.

More and more cavalry rushed towards the city gates, and he tried to stop them, but he couldn't shout anyway. This is the last hope, even if countless people die, there is a gamble.

He seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head, and his gaze moved to Baili Chuanhong's face. The young man's face had changed, as hideous as a demon, but with a strange sacredness, and his eyes shone with a terrible light.

Countless cyan arcs of light overflowed from the young man's body, flickered, and the air turned into turbulence, drifting with fine pieces of green smoke, and then the smoke turned into fire, cyan, white-hearted fire.

In the blink of an eye, the flames swept out, and hundreds of people turned into ashes before the scorching heat, and before the iron horsemen behind could react, the front hooves of the horses under the seat were raised high, sensing the danger, and they were reluctant to move forward.

Ulan Baatel's eyes widened, others didn't know, but he could see clearly, the strange flame looked at the head-on, but in fact it was born directly from the human body.

He was only a few dozen feet away from the city gate, and the moment the flames rolled out, an irrepressible dryness rose in his body. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and threw a punch. The mighty fist wind tunnel pierced everything in front of him, and made a miserable white road.

Bailichuan Hongxin felt something, and the moment Ulan Baatar made a move, he also made a move.

The sun has completely sunk to the ground.

The faint moonlight sprinkled overhead, it was the full moon, and the light of the Big Dipper briefly lit up in the sky, and the starlight sprinkled down, wrapping around Baili Chuanhong's arm like a gauze.

The fist wind has arrived, and large swaths of rubble are peeling off the city walls.

Baili Chuanhong's body also trembled.

But Ulan Baatar had already had to stop, and the heat in his body instantly increased to the point where he had to concentrate all his energy on suppressing it. In the face of that strange fire, the incorruptible body is like nothing, and once it burns, he has no confidence to deal with it.