The half-cut person standing on the ** raised his right hand forward.

He raised his right hand to shoulder level.

He straightened his fingers together.

A red light flashed at the tips of the five fingers.

So, the air in the area in front of him parted.

The flames on the riverbank parted with the air.

The scorched road is exposed to the turtle spirit.

The turtle spirit, which likes to be shaped, stretches the neck of the turtle curled up in the shell.

He leaned down and stretched out his right hand to the ground.

Reaching out to the ashes that had been piled up on the ground, covered with sparks, emitting residual warmth.

In front of the ashes, there stood a hunting fork.

The iron fork tip is completely inserted into the earth.

The smoky blackened wooden handle left only a third of it.

The wooden handle is pointed diagonally towards the sky.

Then, the crimson right arm stopped in front of the wooden handle, and the joy that flowed from the red face froze.

Far away from the riverbank, the crowd watching the riverbank came from a shocking exclamation, a cheer of joy.

A hand reached out from the ashes on the ground and grasped the charred wooden handle.

Every inch of the skin of the hand exudes a soft silver light.

The silver light flowed, stirring up the surrounding vitality, scattering the steaming air currents in all directions.

The silver light was chilling.

With Long Wei.

On the half-cut face of the turtle spirit, a pair of red eyes shrank rapidly.

The turtle spirit hurriedly retracted its neck, but it was too late.

The silver light flashed, and the forearm of the right hand stretched out by the half of the human body with a shocked face had been firmly grasped in the palm of the left hand of the root.

A large part of the upper body with roots was dragged out of the dust by his left hand.

In the charred skin of the part of Yougen's body, with the light smoke that dispersed, there was a burst of fleshy fragrance.

There was a shrug head, shoulder-length messy hair, burned by the flames.

The charred scalp is covered with ten cracks.

Deep in the cracks, there was blood.

In the hard resistance with the turtle spirit, the vitality that has been refined in the body is exhausted.

The natural vitality that Yougen forcibly mobilized with all his strength still couldn't stop the waves of fire surging from the sea of fire.

Therefore, in the severe pain of his burning body, his consciousness quickly escaped into darkness.

But before he lost consciousness, he felt a chill on the left side of his body.

Then, he lost consciousness.

At this time, with his eyes closed, his breath was like a gossamer, emitting silver light, and between his left hand, which was holding the turtle spirit's right arm, the strength was getting stronger and stronger.

So much so that the five fingers of the left hand fell into the other party's red skin.

The five fingers that lingered with silver light, like five sharp saws, easily tore the skin of the turtle as hard as gold and iron.

Blood flowed from the torn skin.

The red pupils constricted, and the handsome face, full of horror and panic, was distorted by the pain.

"Ahh

The human body with a twisted face and attached to the turtle's body let out a terrible howl, and after the terrible howl, he begged loudly for mercy.

"Immortals, immortals, spare your life, spare your life!!"

The turtle spirit wept and wept, staring at Yougen's eyes, revealing a deep pleading.

Then, it felt much lighter on the arm.

"Thank you, thank you. ”

The turtle spirit, who thought he could pick up a life, showed joy on his face, and while thanking Yougen, he secretly tried to pull back the right hand that Yougen had grabbed.

It couldn't pull its hand out.

So, it looked at Yougen in confusion and said, "Shangxian, you are here." ”

"Huh!"

Before the turtle spirit could finish speaking, a huge force came from Arigen's left hand.

Huge pull.

The thick turtle neck was straightened by the huge force, and the red eyes did not have time to tighten.

The palm of the hand that emitted a silver light was already pressed against the human body connected to the turtle's body.

It was pressed on the left side of the body's chest.

The palm of the hand passed through the chest.

"Poof!"

The sound of a soft voice echoed on the banks of the river.

The gentle breeze blows the weeds on the shore.

The blood-dripping heart beats in the silver hand.

"Up, up. ”

Blood flowed from his mouth, and his facial features were twisted on his handsome face.

The turtle spirit stared wide-eyed at Yougen, who lowered his head and closed his eyes, and his bloodshot eyes were overflowing with sadness.

The hand that radiated silver light was clenched into a fist.

Crushed the heart.

On the banks of the river, in the breeze, there was a beast howl like thunder.

The howl of the beast contains a huge power, and with the breeze, it spreads in all directions.

Only the people on the riverside knew that this thunderous howl was actually the wail of the turtle spirit before it died.

Far away from the riverbank, the people who watched the battle between Yougen and the turtle spirit could not sleep peacefully tonight.

In the east of Caoyun County, the iron gate at the exit of the tower fort turned into several pieces of scrap iron after being hit hundreds of times, and was submerged in the ashes of the city corner.

The boulder at the gate of the city is hard to move.

The blood-dripping walls were as red as cinnabar.

On top of the tower fort, on the platform where the battle was fighting, the defenders retreated to the corridor.

Blood stained the cuirass's shirt and face, Peng Yong, who was standing on the road, looked at the people around him in the road.

There were four hundred people around him.

Four hundred, all wounded.

Raising his head, Peng Yong looked at the platform of the tower fort through the narrow exit of the corridor.

Looking at the blood-stained stone face, those bodies that were still squirming gently, wearing the armor of the defenders, were still alive.

Peng Yong's eyes showed pity and helplessness.

"The road was blocked with boulders, and the whole army retreated into the fort to hold on. ”

Hearing this, the four hundred remaining guards said in unison: "Obey." ”

Countless wooden ladders were erected on the blood-stained walls, and soldiers armed with weapons climbed back up the walls.

Then they stood on the walls of the city, full of corpses, on a platform soaked in blood.

They did not find the defenders to fight against.

So, they rushed to the corridor.

They rushed into the corridor.

They stopped in the middle of the road.

Stopped in front of the boulders of the pile.

The soldier with the news ran to the chariot with a canopy.

Chen Fu hung the belt of wine in his hand on the pole of the chariot, held a golden cloth, and wiped the remaining wine from his lips.

"Have our troops captured Tower Fort?"

"General, after our army climbed the city wall, we did not see the defenders on the city wall, and the road leading to the inside of the tower fort was all sealed with stones. ”

"Can the stones be removed?"

"General, the boulders are heavy, each of them is about 100 catties. ”

Hearing this, Chen Fu frowned, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked at Yu Ruo beside him and asked, "Uncle Yu, how long will it take to move these stones?"

"Young Master, if the boulders are piled up all over the Yongdao and the city gate, and if there are enough people, it will take several days, and if you are a cultivator, it will take about a day. ”

Chen Fu turned his head, looked at Yu Ruo, who put down the food bowl and stood up from the ground, next to the chariot, and said with a smile: "So, if you want to capture Tabao as soon as possible, only you have to go out, Uncle Yu." ”

"Yu Ruo, set for the young master to share worries. ”