The momentum of not coming to Taiwan was curbed by Zhang Yan, and he had no choice but to change his tactics halfway. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At that time, Nabulai was in the middle of the air galloping, and he forcibly ventilated and used a jack fall, which had actually caused the shock of the meridians and the scattering of true qi.

And Zhang Remnant remained calm, and attacked the momentum, the long sword was like a rolling wave, and three swords were stabbed out in a row, respectively taking the left and right shoulders and the lower abdomen dantian that did not come to the stage.

That Bu Tai's true qi was not completely operational, so he could only shout violently, and use his shouts to stimulate his fighting spirit, gather his last strength, and slap at Zhang Yan's sword qi.

Between the lightning and flint, the two exchanged several moves, and finally Na Bulaitai spurted out a mouthful of blood, which was pierced through the right shoulder by Zhang Yan's long sword, and then let out a long laugh and turned over and went down the city wall.

What is certain is that although Nabu came to Taiwan successfully escaped, he would not have any ability to do anything within three or five days. After all, the injury of the Mongolian coach will cause a devastating blow to the morale of the Mongolian people, and he will also greatly boost his own morale if he disappears for a long time.

Zhang Remnant was full of true anger, and was about to loudly tell his own side and the enemy in the battle, telling them that he had already been injured and fled. But he heard a deafening smugness like a thunderbolt: "Wenna is dead, you still don't surrender!"

The long sword in Zhang Yan's hand was almost not steady, looking for prestige, Gu Leyan's tall figure stood out like a flock, and what he was holding in his hand was the head of Wen Na.

With a "poof", Zhang Zhan didn't figure out whether he couldn't spit it out in time because he held his true breath in his chest, or because he hurt his heart and spleen in anger.

Compared with the joy of the Mongolian people's joy and earth-shattering, the soldiers of Datong Mansion were stunned like ashes.

It's just that after such a delay, many soldiers in Datong Mansion were still in a daze, and dozens of heads had been cut off by the Mongols.

"Ah......h

One of his own soldiers squatted on the ground and clutched his head and screamed in pain, letting the weapon lie in a pool of blood, and didn't even care.

Then he got up and ran towards the stairs of the city wall.

Zhang Xuan's eyes were about to split, and when he staggered past him, he grabbed him by the collar and yelled angrily, "What the are you doing!"

"I'm going home......"

The man was not very old, perhaps just weak, and the frightened look on his face was mixed with tears, and his facial features, which were already quite upright, looked distorted and deformed.

Zhang Yan dared to let this person continue to cry out, kicked him to the ground, and the long sword flashed, wiping his throat.

Instead, Zhang Yan shouted at the onlookers: "Retreat and die!"

Zhang Zhan definitely didn't want to kill him, but he had to. The so-called defeat is like a mountain, if the fear of deserters opens an opening, and then, it is likely to cause the embankment to burst.

To deal with deserters, you can only suppress them with such an iron fist.

Some of the soldiers who also threw down their weapons and had the heart to run away looked at the blood beads that Zhang Remnant's sword was ticking, but they hesitated a little.

Han Zhirou, who came from nowhere, jumped out and ripped off her helmet, revealing her beautiful facial features, and her long silky hair like a waterfall also floated away.

"140,000 troops have been disarmed, and none of them are men!

In the noise of the earth-shattering sound of killing, Han Zhirou's beautiful voice and beautiful face are really like a clear stream, which makes people feel unprecedented joy when they listen to her voice, and people look at her cold face and feel the comfort of being out of the body.

In the end, she swept around coldly, didn't speak again, walked through the crowd with a long sword, and rushed towards the Mongolian people who surrounded and killed: "Kill!"

The soldiers in this circle who have laid down their weapons, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know whether to advance or retreat. Zhang Yan knew that the situation was critical, and he couldn't delay any longer, so he scolded in a low voice, and turned to shout angrily at these people: "Get out! Go home and hide under your mother-in-law's skirt and don't come out!"

After finishing speaking, as if venting, Zhang Yan let out a long howl and chased after Han Zhirou's shadow.

"Ahh

The next moment, the "attempted deserters" behind Zhang Remnant were also shouting. After the long roar, one by one they picked up the spears and knives they threw down and ran to the battlefield again......

Just pierced the back of a blinded person's heart, Zhang Remnant's eyes were quick, and he pulled Han Zhirou from under the edge of a scimitar, Rao was like this, and a trace of blood also splattered out, passing in front of Zhang Remnant's eyes.

Zhang Yan was startled and calmed down, only to find that there was a slender opening on Han Zhirou's white cheeks, and blood beads were slowly gushing out.

The string that Zhang Yan had stretched had not yet loosened, but he heard Han Zhirou scolding him again, and rushed towards Mengren again.

The woman launched a ruthless attack, and it was really terrifying.

"Why don't Miss Han get on the road as soon as possible?"

During the fight, Zhang Yan heard Gu Leyan's indifferent and ruthless voice.

In the afternoon, Gu Leyan was injured by Wang Gui, but he didn't expect him to recover so quickly.

Han Zhi turned her head softly, a few strands of soft silk still hanging on the bridge of her tall nose, and then gently and slowly slid down. Looking like this, Han Zhirou's whole pretty face is like a stamens that slowly emerge as the buds bloom, which makes people fascinated by this style.

Therefore, in this case, there is still Han Zhirou who is blushing on her face, but Zhang Yan feels that she is unprecedentedly stunning and beautiful.

"Bone strangulation!"

Han Zhirou read out Gu Le's name word by word, but Gu Leyan smiled indifferently: "His Royal Highness the Prince is dead, what face does the princess have to live in the world?"

Only then did Zhang Zhan know that it seemed that Han Zhirou was not Tuoba Junran's underground lover, but was actually the canonized princess. But the strange thing is that such a thing as the canonization of the princess in the royal family must be fanfare, and even celebrated by the whole country. Han Zhirou's identity doesn't seem to be known.

Next, Han Zhirou solved Zhang Yan's doubts: "Zhirou married Tuoba Junran under the witness of heaven and earth that day, and today she will avenge her late husband under the witness of heaven and earth!"

Gu Leyan smiled disdainfully and said, "Miss Han is so loyal!" But let me ask the whole country of Western Xia, who has never heard of Miss Han's glamorous name, and who has never read Miss Han's glamorous history?"

How could the anger in Han Zhirou's eyes be contained, Zhang Yan saw it in his eyes, but he screamed in his heart.

How can you lose your cool in a master duel? Not to mention Han Zhirou's martial arts, which are already far from each other!

Another group of Mongolian people attacked Zhang Zhan, and the four scimitars slashed at Zhang Zhan's limbs up and down, left and right, Zhang Zhan could only divert his attention and concentrate on dealing with the siege and killing of these four Mongolian people.

One sword picked up three scimitars, but he was still slashed in the left arm by the fourth knife, and the blood in his body seemed to be not attached to Zhang Remnant at all, and he just swayed outward.

This knife was deep in the bones, and the painful Zhang Zhi's face was twitching, and cold sweat was also breaking out on his forehead. However, the four Mongolian people in front of them became more and more excited after seeing the blood, and the four pairs of eyes, all flashing with the evil light brought by the pleasure of killing, joined forces again and slashed towards Zhang Yan.

The four knives came ruthlessly, and Zhang Yan took another breath of true qi, but helplessly found that he was close to running out of oil.

Zhang Chuan can now choose to retreat, which is the so-called escape, but he has always been afraid of death, but at this time, he seems to have fallen into an evil spirit, but he only knows how to move forward bravely and not give an inch.

Clenching his steel teeth, Zhang Yan shouted loudly, and the long sword pointed at the four scimitars.

Hearing only a piercing sound of metal shattering, the long sword in Zhang Yan's hand was already full of holes, and it was actually split into pieces by one of the scimitars.

Although Zhang Chuan had two more shocking deep wounds on his body, fortunately, he also cut the throat of a blind person.

"Get out!"

A familiar cry came out from behind Zhang Yan, and then Jing Wolf's long sword was so fast that only an afterimage remained, sweeping past the necks of the three Mengren.

"Brother Zhang!"

Jing Wolf tugged at Zhang Yan's arm: "Are you okay?"

Zhang's painful eyebrows jumped up: "If you tear it down again, it is estimated that I was not hacked to death by the Mengren, but I will be tossed to death by you first!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw Gu holding the long sword as he wished, and he also passed by Zhang Yan's side.

Zhang Chuan knew that Gu Suoyi was seriously injured by the non-come, and half a day's rest was just a drop in the bucket for his recovery. However, he still appeared on the battlefield, and his face with a touch of melancholy was always faintly melancholy, and at this moment he rarely showed the ferocity of killing the enemy.

Zhang Yan snorted, stood up again, picked up a scimitar on the ground, nodded at Jing Wolf and said, "Kill!"

Jing Wolf also nodded, holding the long sword at his side: "Kill!"

Although it was the first time for Zhang Zhan to use a scimitar with such a large arc, Zhang Zhan felt that this weapon was simply born for killing.

The snow-white blade is as light as nothing, and it dances effortlessly. Everyone should understand the reason, just like the streamlined body has less resistance to the air.

Although Zhang Zhan's internal strength is not good now, his skills and the vision of a master are still there. And the current Mongolian people are no longer in the full state they were in when they attacked for the first time, they responded carefully with Zhang Yan, and with the thorn wolf by their side, they still killed two more enemies.

In most cases, a woman's timbre is different from a man's hoarseness, so even in such a noisy environment, Zhang Yan can still clearly hear Han Zhirou's screams.

This scream is a little obscene, just like a coquettish pant at that time, but it makes Zhang Yan burst out of infinite potential.

Zhang Chuan slashed left and right with a scimitar, and when he finally killed a bloody path, he could only see Han Zhirou falling to the ground, motionless.

On the left shoulder of the bone strangler, a delicate dagger was nailed, and the blood flowed profusely. However, he didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and his expression was extremely relaxed: "Since then, there will be no remnants of Tuoba Junran in the world!"

Zhang Yan didn't say a word, took a step half a foot away, and the scimitar in his hand mercilessly slashed at Gu Le's head.

Neither of them had much ability to fight now, and Gu Leyan endured the pain in his shoulder, and struggled to retreat to dodge the blow.

I should remember the serious injuries caused to him by Zhang Chuan in the afternoon. He stared at Zhang Yan with a pair of indifferent eyes, and also pulled out a sneer: "This friend's kindness, let me repay it later!"

After saying that, he laughed again, turned and jumped off the wall.

Zhang Zhan's knife just now can only be regarded as an ordinary person's slashing, after all, he no longer has the extra true qi to seal the retreat of the bone strangulation, and it is easy to retreat with the bone strangulation.

Zhang Yan didn't chase after him, but walked towards Han Zhirou.

It's hard to imagine that Zhang Yan's heart is a little unbearable now.

It stands to reason that he can't wait to slaughter Han Zhirou with his own hands, but now that Han Zhirou is really lying in a pool of blood, he feels that what is the hatred between people?

As soon as the sleeves tightened, Zhang Yancai slammed into a spirit. Although he is tired, he is not just a cat or a dog can get close.

Nie Ban shouted: "Kill the enemy, Brother Zhang wants to cry and mourn as you like!"

Zhang Zhan slowly came back to his senses, looked at the enemy and the enemy who were still fighting around him, and then looked at Han Zhirou who was lying in a pool of blood, and then laughed: "Am I going to cry for this woman?"

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows: "Rush!"

Wen Na is dead, Han Zhirou is also dead, and the military spirit is in a state of dissipation, after Nie Ban slashed off two more heads, he gathered his true qi and raised his voice: "Who dares to stop me Nie Ban with a knife?"

Nie Ban's qi veins were long, and although the sound was not loud, it still reverberated and floated between heaven and earth.

When the soldiers of Datong Mansion heard such arrogant and arrogant words, their hearts were all excited. And although many Mongolians couldn't understand what Nie Ban was saying, they could roughly guess seven or eight points.

At this moment, Nie Ban received almost all the attention of both the enemy and us.

The Mongolian people were not afraid of death, and when they saw Nie Ban acting like this, the Mongolian army masters who were killing the rising tide besieged them without thinking about it, wanting to kill this budding bird.

Then, under the witness of the soldiers of Datong Mansion, Nie Ban's Tang Dao was like a divine help, like a white rainbow running through the sun, and the brilliance on the essence of the sword that was born was so shining that people could hardly open their eyes.

After the knife, all five Mongolian people were stopped by Nie Ban and cut into two sections.

That scene, to be honest, was bloody and dirty. The pungent smell of the large puddle of intestines and entrails on the ground mixed with the smell of blood, which choked the nasal cavity and made it almost disgusting.

However, it completely stimulates the most primitive desire to kill that human beings have never extinguished.

"Who, dare to block my Nie Ban knife. ”

Compared with the indispensability in the tone of the previous sentence, the sentence retold by Nie Ban seemed to be much calmer.

And the corpses that he was covered with and the Tang Dao that had been dripping blood all the time made Nie Ban's figure invisibly raised to a height that people could only look up to.

"Roaring ......"

At this moment, the military horses of Datong Mansion were as if they had been drugged, everyone's faces were full of excitement and encouragement, and even the heavy weapons in their hands seemed to be much lighter.

Zhang Zhan naturally would not miss this opportunity, and raised the scimitar in his hand and pointed at Mengren: "Kill all these rabbit cubs!"

"Kill!"

All the soldiers of Datong Mansion roared together and rushed towards the Mongolian people who were pouring in like a tide.