The remaining more than 100 Xia soldiers shouted and rushed outside, not at all timid in the face of the 50,000 troops of the Liao State. The snow-shaped battle flag danced in the wind, and the wind rolling up at the corner of the flag made the 50,000 troops of the Liao State feel the chill.

"Kill!"

I couldn't tell which side of the sergeant called out first, but after a roar, the two armies were scuffled, the sword light flickered, the sword shadow flew sideways, and the sergeant of Great Xia became fewer and fewer.

Eighty, seventy...... Thirty people...... Ten people

Before every Xia soldier falls, he must pull a Liao soldier to accompany him to the funeral, and at the last moment when his eyes are closed, his eyes must be looking at the snow-shaped banner. There are no regrets on their faces, only satisfied generosity and ease, some of them are only sixteen or seventeen years old, some of them have not been married for a long time, some have not had time to see their newborn children, some of them have elderly mothers at home leaning against the door, and some of their wives are waiting at home to go back for a meal on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve...... From the moment they followed Xia Xuehan on the journey, it was all doomed, but they had no regrets. Follow the gods in your heart to fight on the battlefield, even though there are many regrets in your life, but you don't regret your original choice.

Finally, the last person also fell, his hand clutched the big flag tightly, blood flowed down the flagpole, "General Qi!" This was the last sentence he said before he fell, he wanted to give the faith in his heart to the people who were still alive.

Even if there is still one person left, the battle flag cannot fall!

Qi Henghai glanced back at the soldier covered in blood, roared, danced to himself with gray hair and no wind, and forced Bai Qiuyang back with a lance, and he himself ran towards the banner like a mad lion.

Scooped up the battle flag that was about to fall, raised it high, looked around at the Xia soldiers who had fallen in a pool of blood, and shouted: "Come on! My generation of men is here, Daxia will not die, my Xuezi battalion has not been killed, come!"

The thousands of troops and horses of the Liao State were shocked by this bloody and crazy man, and no one dared to step forward for a while. Ning Xue'er, who was dressed in blood-red armor, rode a horse and walked slowly towards this side, like a red cloud floating here, he looked at Bai Qiuyang, and then turned his gaze to Qi Henghai, and said coldly: "Twenty thousand troops, more than 30,000 of us were buried together, and more than 1,000 war horses died, should you say that you underestimate the enemy, or is it useless?"

"Woman, don't forget, you also have a part in this battle!" Bai Qiuyang snorted coldly and said angrily.

Ning Xue'er still looked at the man covered in blood with interest, and said lightly to Bai Qiuyang: "General Yun said, there is still a remnant of sin over there in Nan'an City, and it is not appropriate to procrastinate!"

"Fart, you fucking are the remnants!" Qi Henghai gasped, holding the battle flag in his left hand and the lance in his right hand, he moved towards this side step by step, his gray hair was congealed into a stream of blood, "Come on, Lao Tzu is not dead yet!"

Bai Qiuyang couldn't hold it on his face after being ridiculed by Ning Xue'er for a while, but at this time, he saw Qi Henghai dragging his remnant body to show off his might, where could he bear it, and he was about to rush forward with a big knife. I didn't want Ning Xue'er to raise her arm, stopped him, and said coldly: "This man has some meaning, I'll come!"

Bai Qiuyang felt helpless about this woman with an uncertain face, and decided that it was better to provoke less, and silently took a step back. Ning Xue'er sneered, jumped off the horse, the strand of red hair on her forehead was beating like a flame, she held a fiery red soft whip in her hand, and walked towards Qi Henghai step by step.

The red soft whip was forged from a hundred refined soft steel, harder than ordinary broadswords, and in his hand it was like a phoenix reborn from the fire, and the flames were scorching, as if it was going to melt the ice and snow.

"I don't fight with women, you go away!" Who knew that Qi Henghai waved the lance in his hand, and his eyes turned to one side.

"Hmph, then let you see that women are half a point weaker than you stinky men!" The blood-colored soft whip danced thousands of flowers in the air, like a fiery phoenix flying over in the cluster of flowers.

"Then I'm going to break the vow of not killing women today!" Qi Henghai shouted, and plunged the blood-colored banner deep into the snow, sinking into a depth of three or four feet, and the ground that was frozen as hard as steel by ice and snow was actually pierced.

"Then let's see who killed whom!"

Ning Xue'er already has a man-like temperament, and she hates people looking down on women the most in her life, as soon as she heard Qi Henghai's words, she bit her silver teeth and threw herself at him.

The pair of white hands clenched the soft whip and pumped it straight towards Qi Henghai, only to hear the sound of breaking the wind, and the whip had reached Qi Henghai's cheeks.

"When!" The long lance was raised diagonally, and at this critical moment, Qi Henghai raised the lance to block the long whip, but before he came back to his senses, the whip seemed to come to life, and it went around the lance and wrapped around Qi Henghai's neck.

If the whip is allowed to wrap around it, unless the whip owner lets go, there will be no life. Qi Henghai leaned back, but the gray hair was cut off by the whip as sharp as a knife.

"Saibei Ghost Whip, you are the descendant of Ghost Cry!" Qi Henghai asked in surprise after standing still. The ghost cry crisscrossed the north, with a whip I don't know how many heroes of the Central Plains were defeated, in fact, his real name was not called ghost cry, but he killed this nickname with the unparalleled ghost king whip. As soon as the whip of the ghost king comes out, the ghost will inevitably cry and howl, killing the hearts and minds of the world, but forgetting his real name.

Ning Xue'er's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and she snorted coldly: "Hmph, I don't want you Han people to know my master's name, but it's okay, if you die under this blood phoenix whip, you can also be blind!"

"Hmph, if you are famous, you don't necessarily have how powerful it is!" Qi Henghai flew around and stabbed towards Ning Xue'er, and as soon as Qi Henghai made a move, he used the Luzhou Golden Peak Jujube Yang Lance Nineteen Style, and the glittering cold light seemed to pierce the blue sky.

Ning Xue'er's soft whip is like a spirit snake out of a hole, flickering left and right, fluctuating, one side is the most yang and rigid long lance, and the other is the most yin and soft soft whip, and for a while, the silver mang's blood shadow flew around.

After all, Qi Henghai was seriously injured, and after five or six moves, he was already out of strength, and the long lance in his hand was also a little looser, and he was forced by Ning Xue'er to only have the kung fu to parry, and there was no momentum to fight back.

"The general is mighty and invincible!"

The Daliao soldiers who were watching the battle around saw that Ning Xue'er had the upper hand and shouted in unison, and when Ning Xue'er heard it, she felt a little more arrogant in her heart, and her attack became more and more fierce. I only faintly heard a phoenix beak coming, and the heat wave rushed towards Qi Henghai again and again, and the snow on the ground was about to melt.

"Phoenix Nirvana!"

A long whip was danced by Ning Xue'er impenetrable, like a huge fireball rolling on the snow, just touching the corpses on the ground, those armored corpses were like lamp grass, and they were torn apart in an instant, and the blood was misty.

"Smack!"

Qi Henghai couldn't dodge, the back of his hand was whipped by a long whip, he roared in pain, the long lance in his hand came out of his hand, and then saw that a blood mark had appeared on the back of the hand, and the blood was bubbling out.

"Bang!"

Ning Xue'er didn't stop, the long whip was like an incomparably flexible fire phoenix in her hand, and it could ignite monstrous flames with the flap of its wings. With just one blow, Qi Henghai was knocked to the ground, and the wound on his waist that was entwined in his clothes "Teng" collapsed, blood splashed everywhere, and Qi Henghai lay on the ground and vomited blood.

Ning Xue'er didn't step forward, she stood in front of him with a long whip in her hand, and there was a little more inexplicable color in her eyes. I have never met such a stubborn man in my life, he is almost stupid, as long as he lowers his head, he doesn't have to suffer so much, but he doesn't.

What is he obsessed with?

Bai Qiuyang held the big knife in his hand, jumped off the horse, and walked towards Qi Henghai with murderous energy, Ning Xue'er frowned, raised her hand to stop him, and scolded: "What are you doing?"

"Of course I killed him, if I left him alive, he would be a great enemy in the future!" Bai Qiuyang snorted coldly, with a natural expression.

Ning Xue'er shot out two murderous auras in her eyes, which stunned Bai Qiuyang, and she said coldly: "This is my captive, how can you call the shots?" I have followed General Yun for so many years, don't you know that there are some things that can't be transgressed? Why, do you also want to try this blood phoenix whip in my hand?"

"You crazy woman, do you know what you're talking about!" Bai Qiuyang roared angrily, eager to push this woman away, and rushed forward to slash the dying defeated general.

"Bai Qiuyang, I am in the same account as you and me, I shouldn't have heard that sentence just now, please pay attention to your words, don't think that you can speak disrespectfully if I am a woman!" Ning Xue'er's face was already seven points gloomy, the whip fire snake in her hand was coiled around her wrist like a fire snake, and her jade hand was also clenched tightly, as if as long as he said another rude word, he would have a life and death battle with him.

"What do you think of me Qi someone? Do you have to slaughter the fish and meat on the chopping board? Lao Tzu still has a breath, come again!" Qi Henghai held his breath and roared in a low voice, his throat was sweet, and he actually spit out a mouthful of blood.

Bai Qiuyang said angrily: "Do you really think that Lao Tzu will not dare to kill you?"

"You dare, try to move him!" I don't know why, Ning Xue'er didn't give up, and yelled at Bai Qiuyang, after saying that, she felt that it was inappropriate, her pretty face turned red, and she added, "General Yun may want to recruit him, we can't make claims!"

As he was talking, there was a burst of people shouting horses in the northeast corner, and the sound of rushing and killing gradually became louder, Yun Yifan, who was standing on the city tower, watched the white-robed general rushing towards this side, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise some arcs, and said coldly: "Is it finally here, but what did you get this time?"

looked straight ahead, and said lightly to an attendant behind him: "Send a message to Master Yin, you can do it!"

In a word, Xia Xuehan had already led people to rush into the hinterland of the Liao army, and the thistles and chariots could not stop him, and the Liao army couldn't help but withdraw from a road when he saw him coming, and the seven thousand troops behind him rushed over like a torrent.

On the horse, Xia Xuehan saw that the blood-stained flag was still fluttering in the wind, and he had never fallen down so far, but he never heard the voice of a Xia soldier again, and he guessed eight or nine points in the end, so he couldn't help but have a sour nose, added a whip on the horse, and rushed towards the front even harder.

"Xia Xuehan is here, if you don't kill him again, it's tantamount to letting the tiger return to the mountain!" Bai Qiuyang almost roared at Ning Xue'er.

Ning Xue'er pursed her lips tightly, looking at the man covered in blood in front of her with an inexplicable expression, his gray hair was stained with a lot of blood, like a dry straw. Such a person is afraid that he will be worse than a beggar if he is thrown on the side of the street, but in her opinion, he exudes a tenacity that ordinary people do not have, like a flame in winter tugging at her heartstrings.

While Ning Xue'er was thinking about it, Bai Qiuyang had already pounced, and slashed straight towards Qi Henghai with a big knife, Ning Xue'er couldn't help but exclaim, Rao is she has experienced a hundred battles, and she is stronger than ordinary men, and she can't help but close her eyes.

Somehow, I suddenly felt a little more sad in my heart......

"Poof!"

Even when Qi Henghai himself fell into despair, a white light flashed at the end of the sky, and the cold air was even worse than the ice and snow. When Ning Xue'er opened her eyes, the expected scene of Qi Henghai's head in a different place did not appear, on the contrary, Bai Qiuyang somehow fell to a foot away, holding a big knife, covering his chest and panting.

A white Fang Tian painting halberd was inserted diagonally beside Qi Henghai, and the white tassels were slowly swinging in the wind. Suddenly, there was an exclamation from thousands of troops and horses, and it turned out that there was a white-armored and silver-robed general flying from a distance like a gust of wind, although it was like a gust of wind, but it was a few points faster than lightning.

said that it was like the wind, but it just said that his body was elegant, although his robe was dyed red, but he still couldn't hide his fairy-like temperament, and tens of thousands of people were stunned for a while.

"General, you are finally here, the battle flag has not fallen, and our military soul has not been wiped out!" Even an iron-blooded man like Qi Henghai almost burst into tears.

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