The soldiers assembled on the tower fort and obeyed Yu Ruo's orders numbered 3,200 people.

The soldiers who were ambushed in the Yongdao fork cave and obeyed Peng Yong's orders were only 400 people.

But at this time, in the narrow corridor, only Yu Ruo was the only one who could contact Peng Yong.

As the two fight, each round will stir up a lot of vitality.

The vitality is explosive, sharp as the blade of a sword, and hot as molten slurry.

The soldiers surrounding the two of them huddled together around them.

In the already narrow corridor, the soldiers huddled together broke into the energetic range countless times.

Countless soldiers had their hands and feet cut off, and their heads severed.

Countless soldiers were melted into crippled and severed limbs.

But they still pounced.

Yu Ruo has been practicing penance for fifteen years since he received the Cultivation Method.

Peng Yong has been practicing the mind for 20 years.

But both of them have fallen into a bottleneck on the path of cultivation.

Both of them have reached the pinnacle of ordinary people.

One step further and one will truly step into the ranks of assitics.

Therefore, the cultivation of the two is almost the same.

However, there is a difference in the essence of the vitality of the two.

Yu Ruo's vitality is as fast as the strong wind on the edge of the cliff, and it is superior to all the blades in the world.

Peng Yong's vitality is as hot as transpiring water vapor, melting more than strong acids mixed in any proportion.

The wind fuels the fire.

Therefore, every time there is a collision between the vitality of the two, Peng Yong will be one point stronger.

After thirty rounds of fighting, Peng Yong's hands full of vitality have been wrapped in two white flames.

The flames swirled, spreading out a wave of heat in all directions.

A palm was struck, and in the palm-shaped white flame that spread, the tongue of fire between the five fingers was as high as three feet.

Many of the bearded eyebrows on his face were roasted and yellowed, and Yu Ruo, whose ears kept bleeding, changed his complexion, and jumped behind him with his feet.

The figure that was speeding like the wind was passing by, jumping out of the range of the soldiers on both sides.

Yu Ruo jumped into the soldiers who kept pouring into the corridor, intent on protecting him.

The palm surrounded by white flames came like a shadow.

Blazing white flames pierced through the fragile flesh, burning the hard iron armor and melting all weapons.

The Flame Palm rushed in front of Yu Ruo.

Peng Yong rushed in front of Yu Ruo.

Yu Ruo gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and faced Peng Yong again.

Thirty-first round.

"Boom!"

In a loud sound that outweighed the thunder, the blue light was destroyed, and the sword-like wind passed through the red curtain filled with blood mist, carving into the gray-blue stone wall, leaving a large scar of knife cutting and axe splitting.

Yu Ruo, whose seven orifices were bleeding, retreated involuntarily.

He retreated quickly.

So much so that in the retreat, the body turned into a long series of sequels.

Behind him, some of the soldiers crowded in the corridor were pushed out of the way by the Shadow, and some were knocked down by the Shadow.

The scattered footsteps shattered the fallen flesh and stepped into the gray-blue stone face.

The two footprints left behind were covered in blood.

The footprints extend to the Yongdao crossing.

Yu Ruo retreated to Yongdaokou.

Kneeling on one knee and holding the ground with his right hand in a fist, Yu Ruo raised his head and swept his gaze over the two rows of blood marks left on the ground.

Sweep the remnants of the bloodstain.

With a gaze as cold as ice, he looked at Peng Yong at the end of the corridor and hung his hands vertically.

Looking at the soldiers who were already standing behind Peng Yong.

Following Yu Ruo to rush into the road, the soldiers who surrounded Yu Ruo to protect him were all killed.

Most of the soldiers who were squeezed by Yu Ruo's figure on both sides of the corridor fell on the weapons in the hands of their companions.

Those who are lucky enough to survive no longer have the courage to continue fighting.

Peng Yong, who had a pale face, raised his hands, looked at the blackened skin on his hands, smiled helplessly, and said, "It seems that I still can't kill you." ”

He said it very lightly.

Yu Ruo, who was kneeling at the Yongdao crossing, heard it very clearly.

Therefore, Yu Ruo smiled.

Black blood trickled from his mouth, but the crescent eyes had undisguised the ecstasy in him.

"Uh......" clutched his chest, Yu Ruo arched his feet, and a line of blood gushed out of his open mouth and fell to the ground.

Fell into a crack that was crushed by the great force.

The soldiers guarding outside the corridor surrounded Yu Ruo.

The two captains of the hundred-man team helped Yu Ruo up.

Yu Ruo, who was dismantled in a cloak, raised his head and exhaled a long breath towards the scorching sun in the sky.

Then, Yu Ruo used an intermittent tone, in a cold and piercing tone containing infinite hatred, and said: "No, pity, generation, price, one, one, don't stay." ”

Yu Ruo's voice fell, but no one rushed into the corridor.

The soldiers surrounding Yu Ruo trembled and held the weapons in their hands, looking at the cracked rock wall in the corridor, looking at the bloody cracks on the rock wall, and looking at the dead body lying on the ground in the corridor.

Look at the people standing in the corridor.

They hugged Yu Ruo, shrunken, trembled, and feared.

Until Yu Ruo's voice came to their ears again.

"Whoever slays the enemy will be promoted to the third rank, and I will persuade the Lord to give him a fief to bless his descendants. ”

"Whoever kills a soldier of the enemy will be given a jade plaque and will have no tax for life. ”

In just two sentences, countless people have been aroused.

So that these soldiers no longer have any fear.

After a moment of silence, a soldier with a halberd in his hand and red eyes rushed into the tunnel first.

Led by him, more soldiers rushed into the corridor.

Countless soldiers rushed into the corridor.

Eventually, all the soldiers on the platform rushed towards the corridor.

But when he rushed into the corridor, the soldier who rushed to the front picked up the halberd in his hand and was about to stab at his enemy.

When Peng Yong pushed away the soldiers in front of him, a scorching light reappeared in his blackened and smelly palms.

A long, long, long, piercing flute sound came from below the city walls.

From the large camp of the continuous garrison.

From the rear of the battalion came.

Yu Ruo, who was supported by three soldiers, had a smile on his face, and he looked back in shock.

Yu Ruo saw several black smokes.

Black smoke rose from the camp and turned into several black lines.

Chen Fu's soldiers were almost all out.

The soldiers of the various departments of the camp were ready to attack the city and gathered on the playground, and they did not receive Chen Fu's order, and they were at a loss in the face of the unexpected situation.

I don't know how many enemies there are, I don't know who they are, I don't know where they are.

The camp was stocked with ordnance, bows, and a large amount of food and grass.

So, when the black smoke rose, panic began to spread in the camp.

Seeing this, Chen Fu immediately jumped out of the chariot, rode on a black horse, and rushed towards the camp with 10,000 people.

On the tower fort, Yu Ruo, who was helped by the soldiers to the side of the city wall, watched Dajing, who painted the word "Chen" under the city wall, move towards the camp.

looked at the 10,000 soldiers under the banner, and looked at Chen Fu who was standing in front of the soldiers on horseback.

Yu Ruo's face turned pale.

Behind him, in the corridor surrounded by soldiers, Peng Yong sat on the stone ground with his legs crossed, staring at the Yongdao crossing in the distance with slightly wet eyes.