Huang Yuchen looked at the white-clothed scribe quietly, at this moment he was standing in front of a group of sergeants, pacing slowly, slowly dancing the folding fan in his hand, with a relaxed and comfortable expression. Huang Yuchen smiled slightly and said, "Your Excellency said that you are laughing, the two of us are not very capable, and we really can't join your grand hegemony. As he spoke, his grip on the broadsword tightened again.

His whole body has dried up, and in the face of so many enemy troops, he has to fight head-on, and there is no life or death. At this moment, Zhan Pengfei is no better than Huang Yuchen, not only is his fighting spirit dry, but he is just in the illusion world, desperately slashing, and his whole body strength is almost used, and now standing behind Huang Yuchen, panting.

Looking around, all the passages are surrounded by enemy troops, if you want to break through, with the current state of the two of them, it is difficult to reach the sky, and there is a white-clothed scribe who does not know the depths.

Huang Yuchen sighed secretly in his heart, this time, I'm afraid he is really going to be planted here.

The white-clothed scribe paced left and right, smiling, as if he knew how Huang Yuchen would answer, he was not angry or annoyed, and said softly: "Little brother is not in a hurry to answer first, look at this left and right, you two, is it still possible to escape?"

Huang Yuchen smiled and shook his head slightly.

Zhan Pengfei was panting, the long knife in his hand was clenched tightly, such a situation should be dead or alive, once he moved, the surrounding enemy troops were surging, and it didn't take a moment for the two of them to die. But at this moment, Zhan Pengfei's heart is steaming with war spirit, and if he wants to surrender, I am afraid it is impossible.

"Since there is no way out, why should the little brother choose a dead end. The white-clothed scribe stopped and said to Huang Yuchen lightly: "You have cultivated profoundly, and you are proficient in formation spells, you are a rare genius of the heavens, isn't it a pity to die here?"

"If you don't die, let it be fate. Huang Yuchen smiled faintly, and in his heart, he also concluded that there was no word surrender.

"Demon, you fucking nonsense! Lao Tzu is here, if you want to kill or chop, hurry up, grind and chirp, I really don't look down on you. Zhan Pengfei saw that the white-clothed scribe had been trying to persuade the two to surrender, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, pointed his long knife at the white-clothed scribe, and scolded loudly.

The white-clothed scribe grinned and ignored Zhan Pengfei. In his eyes, Zhan Pengfei is already in the bag, ready to be killed at any time. But Huang Yuchen is different, he is proficient in formation spells, and his cultivation is also a cut higher than Zhan Pengfei, whether there are still hole cards, it is still unknown.

After a while, the white-clothed scribe couldn't help but smile when he saw that Huang Yuchen and Zhan Pengfei didn't mean to speak.

"I arranged a formation to trap the two of you, and when I came out of you, I lured you step by step, and finally let the two of you fall into a siege, not to kill you directly. The white-clothed scribe squinted his eyes and said softly: "Since you came out, every move is under my control, if it weren't for the rare talent, do you think you would be able to live until now?"

Huang Yuchen Gujing Wubo did not react to the words of the white-clothed scribe, but Zhan Pengfei sneered, and did not take the words of the white-clothed scribe seriously.

"You think I don't know the cave where you were hiding?" continued the white-robed scribe, "even now the hiding place of your remaining strength is within my control, and I can uproot them at once if I want to." Two, if you don't believe it, let's try. ”

"You don't have to provoke me. Zhan Pengfei said with a smile: "The two of us came out to attract your attention, and now that the goal has been achieved, we can't care about the rest." ”

Huang Yuchen's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the white-clothed scribe, he didn't know whether this person's words were true or false, and he couldn't see a trace of flaws from the white-clothed scribe's face. But this remark made him feel a ripple in his heart.

He doesn't care about anything else, but Li Zhong, he cares very much.

"It's not helpful to say more. Zhan Pengfei said in a loud voice: "The matter has come to this, but it is absolutely impossible for us to surrender, I don't think you really want us to surrender, but the sergeants who surrounded us are lowly in cultivation, and they are afraid that they will rush forward together and be hit by us with a death-defying blow, and suffer heavy casualties." As he spoke, Zhan Pengfei looked around at the enemy sergeants who surrounded the two of them, laughed, and said, "A group of rabble, those who are brave, come up now!"

The white-clothed scribe didn't speak, just glanced at Zhan Pengfei lightly, and then turned his gaze to Huang Yuchen. Huang Yuchen stood quietly at the moment, without any movement, and he had no intention of opening his mouth to speak. The white-clothed scribe sighed softly, grabbed the folding fan, and slapped his hands lightly twice.

Suddenly, the enemy camp separated, revealing a path, and several enemy sergeants seemed to be pressing the two of them, and rushed straight outside.

Walking to the front, Huang Yuchen looked fixedly, the person who was pressed was wearing obvious black armor, the armor was stained with blood, the two of them were snow-white, and there was blood hanging from the corners of their mouths.

The enemy sergeant threw the two men to the ground, took advantage of the situation, pulled out the saber from his waist, and placed it on their necks, standing silently.

Huang Yuchen didn't know these two people, and he hadn't talked about them before, but Zhan Pengfei behind him, after seeing these two people, his breath became obviously heavy. His brows furrowed, and he looked ahead, his eyes surging with anger, as if he was about to erupt.

"General, do you recognize these two?" the white-clothed scribe stepped forward and pulled one of them up, making him face forward so that Zhan Pengfei could see it clearly.

A snow-white face, white face without beard, a faint scar on the right side of the person's face, eyes closed at the moment, and a weak breath.

Zhan Pengfei gritted his teeth and looked at the white-clothed scribe, although he knew in his heart why this person was like this, the anger in his heart still couldn't be suppressed, and it was about to erupt.

"Will ...... The general ...... "At this moment, another black-armored sergeant lying on the ground struggled to get up, looked ahead, and saw Zhan Pengfei, his eyes showed a light of surprise, but his breath was also weak, and his voice was almost inaudible.

Zhan Pengfei didn't speak, looked at his own sergeant lying on the ground, and nodded slightly. Seeing Zhan Pengfei nodding, the man showed a relieved smile on his face, and his whole body strength seemed to be exhausted, and he lay on the ground again.

"These two. Seeing Zhan Pengfei's appearance, the white-clothed scribe threw the black-armored sergeant he was holding on the ground, and the sergeant's long knife behind him immediately rested on the man's neck. The white-clothed scribe continued, "It was the one who did not die in the previous battle, and I thought that it should be useful in the future, so I spared the two of them. As he spoke, the white-clothed scribe looked at Zhan Pengfei and said with a smile: "General, do you recognize these two?"

Zhan Pengfei didn't speak, at this moment, the blood in his chest was rolling, he was angry, and there were faint signs that he couldn't suppress it.

Of course he knew these two people, and in this operation, Li Hui and he were the chief and deputy leaders respectively, and these two people were the sergeants he brought into the army and participated in the mission together. Looking at their appearance at the moment, Zhan Pengfei was like sitting on pins and needles, but he also knew in his heart that the two subordinates must be dead or alive.

Huang Yuchen turned his head, looked at Zhan Pengfei, and gently gestured to him, signaling him not to be impatient. Zhan Pengfei saw it and nodded slightly, he understood what Huang Yuchen meant, but there were some things that he couldn't bear.

"Why? The general is so cold-blooded, is he indifferent when he sees that his subordinates are about to die?" Seeing that Zhan Pengfei did not make any moves, the white-clothed scribe smiled slightly and waved his hand lightly.

Hearing only a "poof" sound, the sergeant behind him raised his knife and fell, and the long knife stabbed directly into the neck of a black-armored sergeant, who was still unconscious and died. Blood immediately gushed out, staining the green meadow.

This knife seemed to be cut at Zhan Pengfei's heart, his eyes widened, his steel teeth were clenched, he looked at the white-clothed scribe, without saying a word, the long knife in his hand was tightly held, and he trembled.

The white-clothed scribe forced the two of them to make a move, and once they did, they would reveal their flaws, and they could easily subdue the two. Zhan Pengfei and Huang Yuchen both understood this, but at this moment, the white-clothed scribe killed his subordinates in front of Zhan Pengfei, this move was extremely ruthless, poking at Zhan Pengfei's weakness, and he couldn't bear it anymore at this moment.

"The general doesn't have to worry about me, kill ......" Another black-armored sergeant who was still awake, seeing that his companion had been killed, knew that he was stuck in the back road, desperately raised his head, looked at Zhan Pengfei, and shouted loudly, but he felt that his monkey head was cold, and his whole body strength disappeared quickly, and the darkness came, but he didn't say anything again.

!!!Seeing this, Zhan Pengfei couldn't bear it anymore, holding a long knife in his hand, he ran up with a brisk step, and came straight to the white-clothed scribe.

Seeing this, Huang Yuchen hurriedly reached out to grab Zhan Pengfei, but he grabbed it empty. I couldn't help but be annoyed, but the matter had come to this point, and I also picked up the big knife and rushed over.

When the white-clothed scribe saw the two of them rushing towards him, a smile immediately appeared on his face, no matter how ruthless this move was, he finally forced the two to make a move. Once he strikes, he has a way to subdue the two.

"Whew!" A gust of wind blew, Zhan Pengfei had reached the side of the white-clothed scribe, and he slashed with a knife, and when the white-clothed scribe saw this, he gently dodged to the side, and the folding fan in his hand danced lightly, gently touching Zhan Pengfei's shoulder. A pale cyan light flashed and quickly burrowed into Zhan Pengfei's body.

Zhan Pengfei suddenly froze on the spot, his whole body trembled, and at the moment before Huang Yuchen arrived, he fell straight behind him.

Seeing this, Huang Yuchen was shocked, and hurriedly took two steps forward and supported Zhan Pengfei's body. Looking down, I saw Zhan Pengfei's eyes straight, his whole body stiff, I don't know what spell he had hit, he couldn't act at the moment, his whole body trembled, and there was a terrifying "gurgling" sound in his throat.

Seeing this, Huang Yuchen immediately carved a spell on Zhan Pengfei's chest and slammed into Zhan Pengfei's body. The moment the spell was entered, Zhan Pengfei's whole body softened, and he fell into Huang Yuchen's arms and passed out.

Huang Yuchen put Zhan Pengfei on the ground, and just then a spell entered, breaking the spell of the white-clothed scribe, and at this moment Zhan Pengfei only fainted, without worrying about his life.

"Light cyan ......" Huang Yuchen stood up and looked at the white-clothed scribe in front of him lightly, his mind racing rapidly.

"Original...... You're practicing this. ”