In the short words, there is a deep sorrow.

There was a chill in his body, and his face turned pale, and when he turned his head to look behind him, Wen Short's figure was already in the distance.

Quickly stood up, Li Yue turned around and ran towards Wen Short with all his might.

When Liyue crossed the wooden steps at the entrance of the hall, Wen Short had already reached the end of the alley, and at the corner was a narrow Yongdao, and after walking through the Yongdao, you could walk to the wall.

Seeing that Wen Short's back was about to leave from sight, Li Yue, who had just walked out of the attic, knelt heavily on his knees.

"General!"

With tears overflowing in his eyes, Liyue clenched his fists with a sad face.

"The wooden village is difficult to defend, please abandon it, our army has already sent people to Zhou He, reinforcements are coming, even if Zhou Hejun is invincible, the general will be able to preserve. ”

Hearing this, Wen stopped and stood at the end of the street.

After a few moments, Wen Short turned around and faced Yongdao.

"You don't know Zhou He. ”

"We don't have reinforcements. ”

Raising his head slightly, he looked up at the sky, and snow fell on the tip of his nose.

Wen Short raised his hand and stroked it, staring at it, the snowflakes rising from the ice edges on the tips of his fingers, gradually melting into water.

Shaking off the water trail on his hand, Wen walked into the corridor with a short stride.

Outside the wooden village, in the rough covered wooden shed.

The naphtha uses a comb to run through the long hair in front of him from top to bottom, and untie the last bond on the long hair.

Liu Heng took out the hairpin in his belt, raised the hairpin to his head, and paused for a moment.

Shi Nao took a step back and distanced himself from Liu Heng.

Liu Heng's face was solemn, his eyes were flat, and he inserted the hairpin in his hand into the combed bun.

With heavy steps, he walked up the wooden ladder step by step, and a cool breeze blew on his body, disturbing his skin along the blue seam.

With the Huo Yuan body, Wen Short who shouldn't have felt cold suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Finally stepped on the pedal behind the wall, Wen Short spread out his right hand and stretched it to the side.

"Woo~!"

The roar of the long sword came out of the wooden village like the low roar of a beast that had been suppressed for a long time, loud and screeching.

The sword flew out of the attic, and the largest building in the wooden village collapsed with a loud bang.

"Bang!"

In the smoke and dust, all the soldiers in the village were already ready to go.

In front of the walled gate, the suspension bridge that has not been raised is still lying on the quiet river.

At the exit of the wooden village, more than 100 cavalry urged their crotch mounts and rushed towards the outside of the village.

As the war horse neighed, the hilt of the long sword fell into Wen Short's hand, and the vitality as bright red as rouge powder passed through his body, stirring the corners of his wide-sleeved robe.

As his clothes flew up, Wen Short gripped the hilt of his sword hard.

Liu Heng held the halberd pole in his right hand, and stroked the halberd body with his left hand, the ancient halberd seemed to feel Liu Heng as the master, and at this time it was in a quiet mood, and it was lying quietly in his hand.

The black dragon under his crotch changed from his usual laziness and slowness, and shook his head uneasily, and let out a low howl from his mouth.

Liu Heng rode to the moat, looked up at the figure holding a sword behind the wall, and smiled peacefully.

"Down?"

Liu Heng opened his mouth and asked softly.

His tone was very flat, and his words fell into Wen Short's ears word for word like a breeze blowing on his face.

Wen Short did not answer, and his face turned cold.

Lifting his feet and stepping heavily on the wall panel in front of him, Wen Short wrapped in red light flew down like a red meteor.

The smile on his face immediately retracted, and Liu Heng jumped out of the black dragon's back and greeted Wen Short who fell towards him like a meteor.

With the ancient halberd of desolation, he easily swung away the long sword that was split, and at the intersection of the halberd blade and the sword body, a cluster of sparks was sparked.

"Whew!"

The two walked past each other, and Liu Heng turned around and slashed behind him with his halberd.

Wen Short's body was curled, and the long sword in his hand was leaning against his back, and the broad sword body was able to withstand the halberd blade of the brain.

"Smack!"

The halberd slashed at the sword, and the meteor fell into the river that had been blocked by the slaves, splashing the dust and water in the river, and the cracked road overflowed the riverbank, and the sludge covered half of Wen Short's body.

Wen Short opened his mouth and let out a series of laughs.

"Hahahaha, haha, hahaha!"

Laughter echoed in the air, and standing knee-high in the mud, Wen Short swung his long sword and slashed at the ancient halberd that was slashing at him.

Swords and halberds intersect, sparks splashing everywhere.

The sword and the halberd held each other for a moment, Liu Heng held the halberd shaft with both hands and lifted the halberd vigorously.

Under the huge force, Wen Short's body staggered and took a big step back.

Liu Heng landed in front of him and shook his halberd.

The halberd fell on the body of the sword, and the two fire-like vitality collided fiercely between the two.

Only one day later, the injury on Liu Heng's left hand was not over, but the vitality gathered in the body had been straightened out, and the viscera damaged by the backlash of the explosive yuan had already healed.

Whether it is vitality or strength, the text is at a disadvantage.

Raising his sword to block the halberd, Wen Short's knees were slightly bent, his eyes were solemn, and he was about to try to block the halberd, but he heard a crisp sound of "click" from the sword.

With a slight glance in his eyes, Wen Short saw the crack on the sword's body.

It was a vertical mark, standing on the shiny white sword, where the halberd blade met the longsword.

The text is short, and the strength of the halberd in his right hand is a little greater.

"Choke!"

The long sword was broken in two, and Wen Short took advantage of the situation to throw the broken sword at Liu Heng.

The blazing red rays around the broken sword accumulated, eventually turning into a dazzling light, and the dazzling broken sword pierced through the red vitality that was entangled between the two.

The mutilated sword stopped in front of Liu Heng's face.

The bright light surrounding the sword body quickly faded, but the half-foot-long hilt was held in Liu Heng's left hand.

Holding the broken sword in one hand, Liu Heng slashed down with the halberd in one hand, Wen Short's face was flat, and his left hand moved slightly, but he finally didn't have time to raise it.

A day later, the halberd blade struck him in the left shoulder again.

The iron blade cut into the flesh and blood, the blood flew fast, and Wen Short's face turned even paler, but he didn't realize it, he smiled and clenched his right hand into a fist, and swung it out towards Liu Heng's chest and abdomen.

The fist entwined by the red mangs struck the breastplate shaped like a tiger.

The armor that scattered silver light was shattered by the blow, and the qi penetrated through the chest, and the red mangs of the protective body collapsed, Liu Heng took a step back, his chest was slightly sunken, and he threw the broken sword towards Wen Short with his left hand.

Wen Short, who repelled Liu Heng, had already jumped behind him at this time.

The halberd blade scraped out of the wound, slicing off a large patch of flesh, blood gushing out.

On the way back from Wen Short, the blood was sprinkled like dense rain.

The broken sword was wrapped in a brilliant mang, as if it was thrown at Liu Hengshi, and flew towards Wen Short at an extremely fast speed.

In just a moment, Wen Short's back finally pressed against the wall, and the pile wall of the wooden village trembled violently.

The whole wooden village trembled.

The broken sword, wrapped in light, followed him in front of his face.

Wen Short raised his right hand, and the moment he quickly grasped the hilt of the sword, Liu Heng, who followed the broken sword, had already held the halberd and stabbed it towards Wen Short's chest.

"Boom!"

The huge vitality burst out on the wall, and countless logs next to each other were broken and broken, and the bloodied Wen Short spat out black blood, and flew towards the village involuntarily with the broken wood fragments.

I don't work overtime during the day, but I work at night, and I don't know how many all-nighters I have to stay up all night