The attack of the Ghost Fang tribe is not only based on individual bravery and chaotic battles, on the contrary, the command of the other party is also very orderly, and although the way of fighting with the Terran army is somewhat different, the essence is not different.

Once the city wall is climbed, except for Wu Yan, Lin Zhenpei and other powerful warriors can have the upper hand, and if this continues, the situation is not good, Yang Fanhai can only jump off the city wall and disrupt the opponent's offensive rhythm.

With a wave of the black spear, he performed a colorful marksmanship, and a fierce wind surged around, like a wind dragon, twisting its huge body and rushing along the city wall to both sides.

The combat power of the immortal realm, the destructive power of this move is no longer comparable to the past, and under the sweep, even the soldiers of the ghost tribe have thick skin and meat, and they are blown to death in an instant. The rest of the soldiers couldn't stop the howling wind and staggered.

Without the help of the clansmen, even if the soldiers of the Ghost Fang tribe had good bounce power, they would not be able to jump onto the city wall, and the tactics would not be self-defeating, but the offensive did not slow down, and Yang Fanhai in front of the city wall immediately became the target of the soldiers of the Ghost Fang tribe.

Groups of soldiers roared and rushed over, like huge crabs, waving various long weapons in their hands, like a black tide surging towards them.

"General!" Bai Jian exclaimed, not knowing what to do. At this moment, seeing that Yang Fanhai was besieged, he was powerless to rescue, and it was impossible for the army to rush out of the city to fight.

"Release the arrows!" Wu Shen shouted, ordered instead of Bai Jian, and waited until the arrow rain fell before he said loudly to him: "General Bai Jian, you just need to command the defense, you don't need to worry about General Yang's safety." ”

At this time, the soldiers of the Ghost Fang tribe had already rushed around Yang Fanhai, waved their weapons, and killed them one by one.

In the face of the siege of a group of enemies, Yang Fanhai was not in a hurry, and the soldiers who came over were strong and weak, but most of them were far inferior to themselves, and the strongest ones were only in the Dan period. He is the combat power of the immortal realm, and the gap between several major realms cannot be made up by a little number.

The black spear flew like a poisonous dragon, dancing wildly, and the spears flew out along the trend of the spear, and there was a colorful wind howling, killing the soldiers of the ghost tribe who rushed over.

At this moment, he was too close to the city wall, he didn't dare to use the mountain moving force easily, if he accidentally collapsed the city wall because of Xuangong, it would be a lot of fun.

The guns were like the wind, sweeping wildly, the soldiers of the ghost tribe were difficult to resist, and they fell under Yang Fanhai's attack one by one, and after a while, a circle of corpses was piled up in front of the city wall, like a hill.

The spear that was like a black dragon winding was like a defensive circle, making it difficult for people to get close, but Yang Fanhai's true qi consumption was not small, and it was never a matter to go on like this, so he had to find a way to go back.

But at this moment, the city gate must not be opened, once the gate is closed, there is an accident by the ghost tribe army to rush in, Chen Tang Pass is dangerous, only to think of other ways.

After thinking for a while, Yang Fanhai suddenly had an idea, bent his legs, jumped up hard, and then performed the colorful marksmanship of Luoyin, a strong wind entangled and blasted towards the ground, with the help of rebound force, Yang Fanhai flew up like an arrow from the string, and jumped more than ten meters high in an instant.

"General!" Wu Shen shouted, and at the same time picked up a shield on the ground and threw it out, right at the feet of Yang Fanhai.

With his feet on the shield and then bounced with his strength, Yang Fanhai landed on the city wall like a light sparrow.

At this time, Bai Jian gasped, looked at Yang Fanhai for a while and said with an amazed face: "General, you are really not an ordinary person!"

Although he is a general of the Xiong Kingdom, he has only fought in the battlefields of Qingzhou and Xuzhou, and has never been to the Wu Clan front in the south. I often hear that the cultivation of the warriors there is extraordinary, but I am afraid that it is only to the level of Yang Fanhai.

"Be careful, they will attack again soon!" Yang Fanhai gasped slightly, looking ahead.

The first attack failed, and the leader of the Ghost Fang tribe on the high platform temporarily withdrew the army and began to think about countermeasures with the people around him.

After a long time, there was no movement. This time, the Ghost Fang tribe did not rush to attack, but instead divided a lot of soldiers to leave the battlefield, not knowing what they were going to do. It's a pity that there are no powerful scouts on his side, and he can't follow the past to find out the situation, so he can only wait for the other party's actions.

Time passed little by little, the other party had not moved, and Yang Fanhai did not dare to lead the troops out of the city, so he could only continue to wait.

Dusk, it was dark, and until dawn the next day, there was no attack. When the sun approached the middle of the sky, the army of the Ghost Fang tribe finally made a move.

The leader of the Ghost Fang tribe on the high platform gave an order, and the army rushed towards Chentangguan, but the speed was not very fast, and when it was nearly two hundred meters away, it suddenly stopped, and a huge stone flew out of the army and smashed towards Chentangguan.

The soldiers of these ghost tribes are tall and powerful, most of them have the cultivation of the foundation building period, and many of them even have the strength of the Yuan Infant Stage and even the Empty Netherworld.

Ordinary soldiers can easily have two or three thousand catties of strength, let alone those who are outstanding. At this time, the stones were thrown with siege equipment at all, they simply threw them directly with their arms.

It's a plain area, it's all wet soil, and there are no boulders like this. Yang Fanhai thought about it for a while, and he had already figured out that some of the soldiers of the Ghost Fang tribe had actually gone to carry stones.

Boulders flew in and smashed into the city walls like meteors.

"Bang bang bang!"

The loud noise was continuous, extremely terrifying, as if the whole world was shaking and trembling, and many powerful Ghost Fang clan soldiers even threw the boulder directly above the city wall.

Wu Shen and Lin Zhenpei led a group of soldiers with good strength, running back and forth along the city wall, smashing the boulders that occasionally flew up the city wall one by one, and scattering them on the city wall like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

There was a loud bang, and the attacks of the ghost tribe continued. It seems terrifying, but the city wall of Chentangguan is extraordinary, like a fine iron cast, no matter how many such attacks are, it will not be damaged at all, and there are not even a few broken marks.

After staring at it for a long time, Bai Jian shook his head and said, "These stupid people, Chentang Pass is a city protected by immortal law, and even mammoths can't hit it, how can these stones be smashed open?"

There was no lack of ridicule in the words, but it made Yang Fanhai's heart skip a beat. Although there were only a few fights, he already felt that the Ghost Fang tribe was not stupid, on the contrary, there were relatively smart people, and they were by no means barbarians who only knew how to vent their brute strength.

The impact of the mammoth before was obviously more lethal than the boulder thrown at this time, but that kind of attack was useless, how could the Ghost Fang tribe waste their strength to bombard it with a boulder?

In his heart, he looked down and looked closely. After the boulder shattered, it turned into a puddle of rubble and fell under the city wall, spreading out into a pile.

After staring at it for a long time, Yang Fanhai's heart suddenly jumped and he thought of something, and shouted that it was not good. Seeing that the attack of the ghost clan was chaotic, but at this time, looking at the city wall, I realized that the opponent's boulder attack was not disorderly, but aimed at a few points on the city wall.

Although many stones were thrown, there were only five places piled up under the walls, and the rest seemed to be just a façade.

There are more and more gravel in those five places, and it has accumulated four or five meters, like a high platform. Obviously, the intention of the Ghost Fang tribe was not to smash down the city walls with stones, but to use these stones to build a high platform.

The bouncing power of the Ghost Fang tribe is about seven or eight meters, while the city wall of Chentangguan is about thirteen or fourteen meters high, because it had to borrow strength to rush up before.

Now, as long as the height of these stones exceeds seven meters, the soldiers of the Onifang tribe can easily jump onto the city wall with their height. At that time, the city wall will not only be useless to one's own side, but because of the narrow terrain, it will be more helpful for the ghost tribe with stronger personal combat power.

Seeing that the pile of rubble was getting higher and higher, Yang Fanhai hurriedly shouted: "Bai Jian, pay attention, they are going to attack the city." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped from the city wall with a black spear. In any case, you must not watch the other person continue, you must destroy.

He didn't dare to use the Moving Mountain Strength easily, but his attack power was still terrifying. The black spear condensed the black mang, and between gallops, a move of the spearhead marksmanship directly hit a stone pile.

Without deliberately condensing the Dao, all the power erupted directly, and the stone platform that looked like a hillside was immediately blasted into chaos.

One shot was followed by another shot, two marksmanship, which seriously deformed the piled stone platform, and even a hole appeared in the middle, crumbling.

Wielding the black spear, he used the colorful marksmanship to drive the wind to howl and blow away the flying rubble.

After a few moments, the stone platform was only two meters high, and it was difficult to use.

This method worked, Yang Fanhai was overjoyed, gave up this place at the moment, dragged the black spear and rushed to another stone platform.

There were boulders flying, covering the clouds and the sun, and the strength was terrifying, but it was directly stabbed by Yang Fanhai with a shot. After stabbing the extremely fast boulder continuously, he found that no more stones were flying, but he heard a shout, and the Ghost Fang tribe launched an attack.

Yu Guang glanced at the other stone platforms and found that the other stone platforms were already seven or eight meters high, which was enough for the soldiers of the Ghost Fang tribe to use.

Don't dare to hesitate more, condense the true qi, and stab the first spearhead on the nearby stone platform with one move, and concoct it in the same way. The ground shook the mountains, the rocks flew, and the colorful marksmanship was performed, driving the wind to blow the stones away, rushing towards the army of the ghost tribe like a rain of locusts.

By the time the soldiers of the Ghost Fang tribe rushed closer, the second stone platform had been destroyed by Yang Fanhai, but it was only more than two meters high and useless for the time being.

Without fighting, Yang Fanhai was like a ghost, clinging to the city wall and rushing to the third stone platform. The spear waved, accumulating a storm of wind and energy, and a spearhead stabbed directly past.

Just as he was about to attack again, he suddenly heard a whirring sound, and a breath locked him.

Looking sideways, he saw the leader of the Ghost Fang tribe on the high platform rushing towards him with a huge iron rod in his hand.

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