Seeing that the siege was unfavorable, the marshal of the Ghost Fang tribe finally couldn't do it, so he took a sledgehammer and went out in person.

Looking at the vigorous and huge figure, Yang Fanhai was calm and relaxed, without any fear.

"You are a general, a leader of the army, and you are responsible not only for your own life and death, but also for the life and death of everyone in the army under your command, so you must not rush forward as soon as your head is hot, regardless of other things. ”

This is what Xu Fan repeatedly told when he left, in the past battles, Yang Fanhai led the charge with the lead, and he dispatched it in the rear. But this time is different, to send a group of men and horses around the enemy's rear, Yang Fanhai can only rest assured that he can only let Xu Fan go to the side in addition to leading the army himself.

Now that there is no Xu Fan in the rear, Yang Fanhai naturally can't only fight by himself, he needs to look down on the whole field and grasp the situation on the entire battlefield in his heart.

Throughout his years of fighting, he had never been like this. Even if his fighting spirit soared in his heart at the moment, and he was about to rush out to fight, his reason still suppressed the impulse.

Having said that, there was a very strange feeling in my mind, as if the battlefield in front of me was under control, and there would be no danger at all. If you have to describe it accurately, it is self-confidence, self-confidence that you can cope with everything in front of you, and you are also confident that this marshal of the ghost clan, or even the king of the ghost clan, will not be your opponent.

Galloping up along the back of the demon beast, a jump had already rushed towards Yang Fanhai on the city wall. The sledgehammer in his hand waved, raised it above his head, and smashed it at Yang Fanhai with the momentum of the mountain pressing down.

Looking at the figure that blocked the scorching sun, Yang Fanhai picked up the black spear in his hand, and met it with a move, and fought hard.

The spear is a heavy weapon, but when it encounters a heavy hammer, it can only be regarded as a light weapon. With such a hard fight, the sledgehammer has an advantage, but Rao is marshal of the Ghost Fang clan tried his best, and he couldn't suppress the gun in Yang Fanhai's hand.

Picking, sweeping, and then splitting down like the top of Taishan, Yang Fanhai was relaxed and fluttering, and the marshal of the ghost tribe who rushed to the city wall flew from the air.

As soon as the black spear was collected, the advantage opened the Qiankun bow, and the bow was condensed, like flying cranes through the clouds, like colorful fallen leaves, like a torrential rain, and in an instant, it shot and killed a large number of Jin Xian and Da Luo Jin Xian warriors who intended to take the opportunity to rush to the Great Wall.

Rao is battle line is long at this moment, but none of the Golden Immortals or the Daluo Golden Immortal Ghost Fang clan can escape the attack of the Qiankun Bow.

There are some things that can only be described as luck...... Yang Fanhai himself also sighed, if he didn't get the Qiankun Bow on the Dongyi Peninsula, he didn't know how tricky it would be in today's battle.

"Whew!"

The marshal of the Ghost Fang clan roared, glanced back at the place where his king was, and rushed towards the city wall without hesitation. It's just that this time he didn't rush into the air to fight Yang Fanhai, but rushed to the city wall on the demon beast, and after killing several Terran soldiers, he rushed to Yang Fanhai's side.

Sledgehammer swinging, crazy attack. With their strength, as long as they fight, they can roughly know the comparison of the strengths of the two sides. Even though Yang Fanhai is much smaller than him, his strength definitely overwhelms him.

He knew that he was no match for this Terran general, but that didn't make the difference between victory and defeat on the battlefield. As long as he can hold this Terran general for a moment and let the Jin Immortal and Da Luo Jin Immortal warriors under his command rush to the Great Wall, then he will lose himself but win the war.

Yang Fanhai is on the battlefield, especially when he keeps reminding himself to calm down at this moment, a glance knows a thing or two in his heart. He was also unhurried, and greeted him with a black spear.

The shadow of the gun hammered the wind, whirring, the marshal of the ghost tribe was fierce and violent, Yang Fanhai was unhurried, as if he was strolling in the court, no matter if the surrounding was like a storm, his own place was quiet and peaceful.

In between coping, he often stepped on the star step to dodge, pulling the Qiankun bow to attack the Jin Immortals and Da Luo Jin Immortals who wanted to rush to the Great Wall in other places.

The step on the star is used to avoid the pace of yin and yang qi when Cuiwei Mountain, this is a general action of Yixing Yanshan, after it can be used, Yang Fanhai found that the effect is quite good, every time as if the enemy is ahead, dodge all the attacks of the marshal of the ghost tribe.

"Whew!"

The marshal of the Ghost Fang clan was furious, not only because he couldn't make meritorious contributions, but also because Yang Fanhai's actions made him feel a great insult. When he was fighting with himself, he could still shoot a bow and arrow without having anything to do.

"I don't believe you can be so powerful as a human race!"

With a roar, he crashed into Yang Fanhai desperately. He thought that the strength of the two was different, but it was not too different, but at this moment he had a sense of cat and mouse, and he was the mouse.

It's a pity that things in this world can't be succeeded with will, no matter how hard he tries his best, he can't even touch Yang Fanhai's clothes, so he can only watch the other party stretch his bow and condense arrows from time to time, killing one subordinate after another.

I didn't know the fierce battle, and I heard the sound of a trumpet, loud and hurried. After the marshal of the Ghost Fang clan fought hard with Yang Fanhai, he glanced at him hatefully, and flew down from the city wall.

The other ghost tribes also retreated, and seeing that the battle situation was unfavorable, the king of the ghost tribe ordered a retreat.

Bai Jian rushed over and said with a look of surprise: "General, the ghost clan has withdrawn!"

"It's only temporary!" Yang Fanhai glanced around, the Ghost Fang tribe had left a large number of corpses, but the Terran soldiers were also heavily wounded. The sun is setting behind him, and the sun is about to set. The war is really cruel, and it even makes people forget the passage of time, and before you know it, this war has been going on for a day.

On the premise of having their own Qiankun bow to help solve the strong, even if the location of the Great Wall is added, the result is still the same, and the strength of the Ghost Fang tribe is really powerful.

Wu Yan, Lin Zhenpei and others have limited strength, and they can only be regarded as outstanding among their peers, but they can't reach how amazing. If they can form a great formation of the Heavenly Stems and the Earth, they will naturally be powerful, but in such a battlefield, they can only do their best.

Glancing ahead, Yang Fanhai said slowly: "They just stopped attacking temporarily, and they won't retreat." ”

He was well aware of the desire of the tripartite tribe to be accepted by the Wu clan, and now he could be sure that Chiyou must have broken through the Great Wall as a condition, otherwise the Ghost tribe would not have hurriedly used troops against Kyushu after the truce.

The battle in front of us is just a temptation, and when the king of the Oni tribe moves, that is when the real battle begins.

"Clean up the battlefield, the enemy will attack again soon!"

Yang Fanhai ordered to go down, and he stood on the arrow stack, took out the Qiankun bow, aimed ahead, and once he saw the appearance of the Golden Immortal or the Daluo Golden Immortal Ghost Fang tribe, he shot an arrow.

In terms of the strength of the leader, Yang Fanhai was confident that even if the opponent's marshal and Wang joined forces, he could achieve victory. The strength of the Terran side is far inferior to the other party in the middle, and the strongest strength is the Xuan Immortal Realm of the twelve generals under his command, while the other party has a lot of golden immortals.

If you can't kill these general-level ghost tribes as much as possible, you won't dare to scatter your forces too much in the future. With Yang Fanhai's archery skills, most of the Ghost Fang tribe's army was within his attack range at this time. One arrow at a time, the effect is extraordinary, and within a moment hundreds of people have been shot.

The Ghost Fang tribe inherited the Wu Clan's arrogance in battle, and refused to admit it easily. Seeing that Yang Fanhai seemed to shoot birds and birds, killing the warriors of the clan one by one, the king of the ghost tribe was naturally furious.

In the middle of the night, when the night was dark, with the order of the marshal of the ghost clan, a new round of attacks began.

The Ghost Fang tribe fights in the wilderness all year round, and the night does not have much impact on them, but it is more troublesome for the human race, and the line of sight is obviously inferior.

The king of the Ghost Fang tribe has been patient, waiting for this effect. It's a pity that what he met was Yang Fanhai, who urged the green dragon to turn into a thunder dragon and hover in the sky, like a round of cyan moon illuminating the four directions. Although it has not yet reached the effect of the scorching sun, it is enough for Terran soldiers to see the battlefield clearly.

Fighting, screaming, corpses and severed limbs flew everywhere, and the battle was fiercer than during the day, and blood flowed down the Great Wall like a waterfall.

It wasn't until dawn appeared and dawn broke that Yang Fanhai urged the Qinglong to attack and break the enemy, causing the ghost tribe to shed corpses on the ground, that the king of the ghost tribe finally let people blow the howl of retreat.

The two sides took a break for the time being, but Yang Fanhai had no intention of letting the other party rest. With the power to devour his evil energy, he easily restored his body to its best condition. Standing on the city wall with his bow and arrows, like a hunter, he started a new round of hunting, until the ghost tribe started a new round of attacks.

Day after day, it's like this, Yang Fanhai is like a soft knife cutting meat, he doesn't use his great powers, he just kills without hurry.

Several times he even directly rushed into the battle among the enemy army, killing countless people, and when the king of the ghost tribe attacked, he was defeated and returned.

The tall Great Wall is not difficult for Yang Fanhai. Urging the power of moving mountains, driving the flying stones to ascend to the sky, and easily leaving the battlefield between bounces.

The most excited was Bai Jian, he didn't expect that the battle between the human race and the ghost tribe could take the initiative so much. Whenever Yang Fanhai entered the enemy formation, he would personally beat the drum and cheer, as if it was himself who was in and out of the battlefield.

The guerrilla attacks day by day, like a fly harassing around, made the king of the Ghost Fang tribe feel that Yang Fanhai was not as powerful as he imagined, but he could not hit it, so he could only be angry but in vain.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the stars shift, and time passes day by day in the thick blood and flying flesh.

Fighting with his life, counting the enemies killed by Yang Fanhai with the Qiankun bow, almost every three Ghost Fang clan soldiers killed, one Terran soldier would die. Under the deliberate suppression, the battle can only be said to be Yang Fanhai taking the initiative, and it cannot be said who wins and who loses.

So inadvertently, fifteen days have arrived.

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