The black iron halberd flew in front of the general wearing orange armor with a short spear in his hand, and was grasped by the general.

The tiger's mouth and tooth knife flew in front of the general wearing green armor with a double-strand thorn, and was grasped by the general.

The purple jade spear flew in front of the general wearing bright yellow armor with a mace, and was grasped by the general.

Lying on the ground, his body gradually became cold, the veteran's eyes wandered, and the blood-like red color in his eyes quickly faded.

Half of his cheeks rolled sideways and fell to the ground, his eyes kept watching the fade away, and his body was shrouded in a blue glow.

The veteran's old face showed a complicated look of resentment mixed with a hint of compassion.

The blood that spurted from the wound spurted down the low-lying terrain and finally spilled onto the face that touched the ground.

In a burst of humid warmth, the veteran only felt that a fire seemed to be lit in his broken chest, and the continued pain of tearing his chest was no longer so difficult.

A blush suddenly rose on the old gray cheeks, and the veteran opened his blood-lost lips and closed his eyes tiredly in the warmth of fire.

Swept away the six generals, and the halberd was placed in front of him, Liu Heng looked around, and his brows couldn't help frowning even tighter.

At this time, Liu Heng's surroundings resounded with a noisy continuous hiss.

The indigo wind system, the red fire system, the light blue water system, the brown earth and stone system, and the ink and bright thunder system Gang Yuan complement each other, exuding a dazzling and magnificent scene in the dark night.

There were originally seventeen people who held spiritual weapons, but now there are only thirteen people left.

And all thirteen of them were in the dazzling light.

The bodies of the thirteen people also became very blurred in the eyes of ordinary people.

In those gorgeous and dazzling colored lights, Liu Heng could see very clearly.

He saw the thirteen people who were either crippled or injured by himself, but they were still standing with spirit weapons, he saw thirteen faces with numb and dull expressions, and he saw thirteen pairs of purple and black blood stassing at the corners of their eyes, but there were red eyes in their eyes.

He saw seventeen kinds of spiritual weapons that trembled incessantly in the hands of thirteen people, causing a sudden concentration of vitality.

Thirteen people were all around Liu Heng, only a few meters away from Liu Heng, and they didn't move.

Thirteen people were waiting for Liu Heng.

All the spiritual weapons are waiting for Liu Heng.

The black dragon raised its slender neck slightly and let out a loud hiss.

The horse's eyes flashed with disdain and contempt on the horse's face, and the swarthy horse's lips turned outward, revealing two yellowed teeth in the horse's mouth.

The black horse spat out a string of bright white liquid towards the ground.

The next moment, the red glow that originally surrounded the horse's body suddenly converged, and the red glow on Liu Heng's body immediately became more brilliant.

Liu Heng turned over and dismounted, and reached out to pat the black horse's side buttocks, signaling the black horse to retreat.

The black dragon, who was at a loss, turned his neck left and right, and immediately showed a panicked look in the pair of dark horse eyes that looked left and right.

The black dragon stepped out of all four hooves and hurriedly retreated.

Liu Heng took two steps forward, with a solemn and serious expression.

On the halberd in his hand, the runes of the halberd stems like tadpoles were crawling, glowing with a brilliance as bright as flames.

Outside the silver helmet armor, the long black hair, in the galloping vitality, continued to scatter in all directions, as if blown by a strong wind.

The red cloak draped on Liu Heng's back armor was also like in a strong wind, constantly rolling up and swinging, and the surface of the red cloak turned up endless waves.

Outside the camp gate, in the continuous shield array, a root stretched out his hand to the waist of the crossbow horse.

He took out two arrows from the narrow barrel of arrows hanging from the horse's waist.

The night was as dark as an ink pool, but by the light of the fire in the night, Yougen and Liu Heng could see that there was no rushing air flow in the camp of the 30,000 coalition troops on the opposite side with their eyes blessed by vitality.

From this, the two of them judged that there were no cultivators among their opponents this time.

Yougen made a strategy from this, allowing Liu Heng to rush through the camp gate, and then Yougen commanded the whole army to attack the camp.

With the transcendent combat power of the two cultivators, they do not seek to completely defeat them, but to kill their soldiers and reduce their strength.

But the real situation was beyond Yougen's original expectations, when Liu Heng broke the camp gate, the first person to rush out of the camp was not the pawns or chariots who should have been reduced to cannon fodder, but the veteran surnamed the house with the iron hook in his hand.

In just three minutes, Liu Heng fought with seventeen generals and killed four of them directly or indirectly.

In three minutes, at the smashed camp gate, the agitated vitality was raging, and there was a loud bang in the tumbling qi waves.

Ordinary people with thunderous noises echoed in their ears, and only red shadows could be seen in them.

When the roar stopped for a while, Yougen, who had been watching the camp gate, was the first to know that Liu Heng did not rush into the camp, but was stopped by the thirteen remaining generals.

So he took out the arrows.

In the rippling vitality, the log fence wall around the camp shook violently, and all the archers on the back baffle of the fence wall were unstable because of the shaking of the fence wall, and the railing behind the baffle was already low, and many of the archers were tripped by the railing behind them in the retreat, and they fell to the ground with a heel fight.

Only a few people can stand up again.

Compared with drawing the bow and shooting wildly at the shield array like a turtle's shell, it is naturally more important to save your life.

When Liu Heng dismounted and the shaking of the fence wall was slightly lighter, many people kept shouting in a panic while rushing towards the bottom of the fence with their oil-smeared legs.

The archers were too busy to take care of themselves, and the arrows shot at Liu Hengjun were much more sparse.

At the gate of the camp, the handsome divine horse with a dark body just showed its shape in the eyes of ordinary people.

Outside the camp gate, Liu Heng was in the army, with golden rays shining like golden glass fire, and threw out two arrows in his hand.

The two arrows that were thrown by Yougen did not have sharp arrows, and the only remaining jet-black arrows were golden and brilliant at this time, just like white rays.

The five fingers of both hands are turned diagonally and joined in front of the chest.

There is an eagle mark from the roots.

"Whoa!"

Two winds roared, and the white mangs disappeared in an instant, and two arrows broke through the air.

On the baffle behind the fence behind the fence on the left and right of the camp gate, a little far from the cracked camp gate, many archers who were still standing had not heard the wind, and without warning, they were swept up into the air by the explosive vitality.

It wasn't until the broken wood and the stumps fell to the ground, and behind the two fences, many soldiers in armor and weapons heard the late howl of the wind.

"Whew~!"

Gathering the golden mangs on his body, Yougen reached out and touched the few hairs on the top of the crossbowhorse's head, and his frowning eyes narrowed slightly.

The strong wind hunted, blowing away the long, unkempt and dense hair on his head.

There are many enemy soldiers, and the chances of winning a hard battle are slim.

The tips of the wind-blown messy hair, scratching at the mottled brown scars on his face, Yougen narrowed his eyes and looked down for a moment.

Raising his head and looking in the direction of the camp gate, he let out a long breath, and the already faded golden mangs on his body immediately swelled, and actually enveloped the sparsely haired crossbow horse.

"Capture the thief and capture the king?"

whispered to himself, but his tone was as firm as a rock and hard to move.

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