The battle continues outside of Kahan. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He is like a huge, never-ending meat grinder, constantly harvesting the lives of people and brutes.

And with the five barbarian stars of Tugu Lu, Wanyan Zuoying, Tong Qilai, Nan Poting and Tuoba Yuanwu joining the battlefield, the victorious scales gradually tilted towards the side of the barbarians.

On the city wall, the soldiers of Xishu are still fighting with the overwhelming dragon falcon, although there is the star of the Qingyu lady, but after all, it is difficult to support alone, and after a fight, nearly two thousand dragon falcons died in her hands, but her clothes are also full of gaps, and they are stained with the blood of I don't know whether it is her or the dragon falcon.

It can be seen that her spiritual power has been consumed a lot, and her gestures reveal a deep tiredness.

In contrast, the dragon falcons' attacks had no intention of stopping.

Their eyes glowed with a strange scarlet, and they were not afraid to die to launch one life-for-wound onslaught after another against the star.

The drums are still beating.

Each blow was extremely forceful, and it struck the soldiers in the chest with a thud.

The drums don't stop, and the fight to the death doesn't retreat!

The drums of war may seem ordinary, but they are an extremely important part of this great war.

Once the drums stopped, the morale of the soldiers was bound to weaken, and they had no intention of fighting, so they could only become the souls of these barbarians.

The leader of the barbarian side was apparently aware of this, and sent a group of dragon falcons to attack the woman who was beating the drum.

But fortunately, there was always a swordsman standing next to the woman.

He is majestic and beautiful.

The long sword in his hand is like a stream, and he dances it round, which can be described as a drop of water.

The aura around the body is condensed, and every move and style is full of sword intent, and any close dragon falcon will be killed by him the moment before touching the woman.

He guarded the woman as if he were protecting his own life.

But when the star is still exhausted, let alone him?

After a fierce battle, the swordsman's sword moves were no longer as sharp as before, and under the collision of the dragon falcons, he gradually showed fatigue, and it could be said that he was in danger for a while.

And under the city gates.

Zhao Ning, Guan Qingyun, and Zhang Penglai, the three veterans, naturally had already sensed the situation on the city wall, but they were entangled by the barbarians' digital stars, and they were already too busy to take care of themselves, so how could they still have half of their spare strength to take care of them.

Compared with these, what made these three star soldiers who had been galloping on the battlefield for many years tremble - they clearly remembered that in addition to Tuoba Yuanwu, the remaining four barbarian star soldiers were killed on the spot by Ma Yunbai and Huang Hanting, two generals, after the battle of White Horse Town.

But now they are alive in front of them again, and their cultivation is much stronger than at the beginning.

Could it be that these barbarians are all immortal?

Such thoughts inevitably appeared in everyone's hearts, which made them despair.

And at this time, the barbarians launched another onslaught.

Zhao Ning swept away Nan Poting's spear with one shot, and Guan Qingyun on the side stepped forward, and with a wave of the glaive knife in his hand, he forced Tuoba Yuanwu who was sneaking behind Zhao Ning to retreat.

The two looked at each other with solemn expressions.

After a hundred years of dormancy, is this great cause of supporting the Han family still unable to withstand the majestic destiny?

Such thoughts could not help but come to the minds of the two.

Tuoba Yuanwu, who retreated to the side, sneered, "Old horseman, I see how long you can last!" he said in a cold voice.

With that, a cold aura poured out of his body.

The pitch-black evil power instantly enveloped the barbarian army around him.

At that time, black spiritual power continued to pour into the bodies of those barbarians, and their already burly bodies began to expand wildly, and the clothes on their bodies were all torn, revealing the dark green skin underneath.

Their eyes turned scarlet at that time, and powerful and violent spiritual power rushed out of their bodies, but in a few breaths, those barbarians turned into huge evil beasts one after another under the infusion of this spiritual power, and once again slaughtered the exhausted Shu army under the command of Tuoba Yuanwu.

These brute armies that suddenly mutated were more than several times stronger in strength and vitality than before.

And they also became the last straw that crushed the Shu army, and the already exhausted Shu army finally gradually lost its fighting spirit under the rush of these barbarians.

There were countless casualties for a while, and Zhao Ning, Guan Qingyun, and Zhang Penglai, who were generals, were in danger for a while.

The three of them glanced at each other at that time, and they all knew that the barbarian army at this moment had entered a no-man's land, and they were definitely not opponents.

"Withdraw!" they said loudly, and began to fight and retreat, trying to abandon the confrontation with them head-on, and instead rely on the hardened cities of Jiahan County to defend against the barbarian attacks.

It's just that such a retreat is not an easy task, at least Tuoba Yuanwu and the others will not let them go.

Therefore, there are thousands of corpses of the Shu army outside Jiahan County.

Soon, Zhao Ning and the others led the army to retreat to the city gate, but the city gate of Jiahan County was really small compared to the tens of thousands of troops.

The soldiers rushed into the city in a panic, but many more were blocked at the gates of the city and panicked.

Under the fear of death, no matter how elite the army is, once it loses morale, it will inevitably lose its position.

Zhao Ning and the three of them did not hesitate to consume their spiritual power, and forced back those barbarian armies like jackals and vicious dogs again and again, but even when the stars were exhausted, no matter how hard they tried, they could not withstand the Shu army falling under the swords and halberds of the barbarians.

"Kill, don't leave a single mouth alive!" Tuoba Yuanwu sniffed the strong smell of blood in the air, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face, he shouted like this, and the barbarian army under his command rushed forward more and more violently.

Zhao Ning and the three of them also began to have some wounds on their bodies, large or small.

"Are we going to die here?" such thoughts inevitably came to everyone's minds.

And at this moment, a clear sword roar suddenly came from afar.

The voice was like Huang Zhong Da Lu, like an initiation.

A whistling sword roared.

At that time, the hearts of the people on both sides were cold, and they all looked up in the direction where the sword roared.

In the distant void between them, there was already an old man standing at some point, he was dressed in sackcloth, his hair was white, but he was not limited to his old state at all, but he was quite heart-wrenching.

Night Wind.

Or sword intent.

Lifting his shirt, he lowered his brow and looked down at the people below him, like looking down on a swarm of unsightly ants.

His lips opened slightly.

He said.

"The sword is out of Shu Mountain!"

The voice swept through the night with an imperial majesty.

Then, a snow-white long sword flew out of his body, and then the sword light was great.

The majestic sword intent condensed into a sword shadow and flew towards the barbarian army.

For a time, the corpses were scattered across the field, and blood was raining down.

Even Tuoba Yuanwu and the others, who were star-dead, were not allowed to avoid the edge for the time being under such a powerful sword move.

"Your Excellency, please report your name!"

The old man above the void glanced at Tuoba Yuanwu and the others when he heard this, and then his eyes froze and looked into the distance.

There are three figures standing there, one with a jade flute around his waist, one holding a shepherd flute, and one carrying a long harp.

The old man seemed to have some understanding.

A touch of determination suddenly welled up in his heart, and the spiritual power around him surged more and more violently with this determination.

Several more long swords flew out of his body at that time, no more, no less, a full eleven divine swords, lined up in front of him.

Each one exudes a heart-stopping power.

"I am the Shushan Sword Immortal, Yan Thirteen!"