The fire spread through the camp, burning more and more fiercely.

The soldiers of the disorganization pushed each other, and those who knew each other trampled on each other.

They did nothing wrong.

Just to stay alive.

Among the cultivators of the six counties, the two cultivators who had cultivated the wind vitality and the water vitality did their best to cover their subordinates, and soon many soldiers gathered around the two.

The two took the lead in leading the troops to retreat.

But these two people were the only ones who defended the retreat of their subordinates.

The remaining four cultivators.

General Feng and the burly man who used the Explosive Fire Yuan and Lei Yuan could protect themselves in the sea of fire, but they could not protect others.

The rest are only Chen Fu and Zhou He.

Low mounds rumbled from the ground, blocking the tongue flames that swept in from the sea of fire.

But the high mound covered in grease was soon covered in flames.

The fire swept into the low knoll, and the soldiers, who had thought they had been sheltered, panicked again.

Some soldiers fled in a panic, and some were unfortunately burned by the fire.

Some soldiers struggled in the fire, but others remained where they were.

And mounds rose up from the earth.

All the soldiers who remained in place, dressed in black plate armor, were formed behind the mound.

Their eyes were all focused on Chen Fu.

Their path was blocked by flames.

Chen Fu turned over and dismounted, using the huge aura deep in the ground under his feet to protect the more than 3,000 soldiers behind him in the sea of fire, which was already his limit.

Gritting his teeth, through the brown rays of his body, there was a brilliant brilliance like glass on the gilded armor scales.

The horse on his side had fled, and the flames could not hurt him.

He ignored the fire in front of him, he looked at the depths of the camp, and looked at Liu Heng's soldiers who were lined up nearly thirty meters away from him, holding their armor and shields.

His eyes were already filled with anger.

Liu Heng.

Is that you?

The eyes that were haunted by the brown gray yuan mang fixed their gaze on the various wide shields that radiated the dim glow in the firelight.

This damn wind!

The body protector Tu Yuan was greatly absorbed, but the broad long sword in his hand was wrapped in brown gray vitality.

The body protection Yuan Gang was greatly reduced, and the scorching heat immediately hit his face, and the perm lifted several broken hairs in front of the armor on Chen Fu's forehead.

Chen Fu pursed his pale lips and stabbed the long sword in his hand into the flames in front of him.

The brownish-gray vitality that surrounded the end of the sword pierced through the flickering fire and into the dirt.

"Drink!"

Shouting angrily, Chen Fu clenched the hilt of his sword with one hand.

On the sword body, a large number of gray-brown gangyuans that could be seen with the naked eye and circulated like liquid quickly broke into the ground.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, countless sharp thorns from Chen Fu's previous eyes protruded from the tumbling sea of fire.

The sharp thorns are long or short, and the surface has a metallic sheen.

"Bang bang bang bang bang ......"

With a series of loud noises, countless earth thorns quickly advanced dozens of meters in the sea of fire, and in an instant, they were in front of Liu Hengjun's pawn.

"Phew!"

With a violent thud, sharp earth thorns pierced through the sturdy shield.

The six soldiers were pierced by twenty-six sticks of soil, and the sharp walls were stained red with blood.

While Liu Heng's soldiers around the six soldiers were retreating in a panic, Chen Fu pulled out the sword stuck in the ground.

Swinging the long sword in his hand backwards, Chen Fu's eyes showed fierceness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled.

"Points!"

Chen Fu lowered his voice and accentuated his tone.

"Click!"

In front of Chen Fu, all the earth thorns immediately separated.

Sharp walls of earth pushed away the flames.

The front spike quickly split the bodies of the six soldiers, and nine more soldiers had no time to flee before their bodies were immediately pierced by the spikes of the plough pushing the dirt.

A path was plowed out by the thorns of the earth, and blood rained at the end of the road.

Chen Fudu stepped forward, stood between the separated earthen thorns, and pointed his sword forward.

"Rush!"

Thunderous shouts immediately resounded through the camp.

The back road had been blocked, and the soldiers who were still loyal to Chen Fu did not hesitate and rushed to the road that was ploughed by the thorns.

"You bastard!"

Looking at his hands behind his back, his hands holding the iron rod, dressed in silver armor, standing in the fire like no one else, his body radiating golden glow.

Zhou He's eyes were hideous, he slapped one hand on the horse's back, and jumped up with the help of his strength.

"It's a lot of guts!"

Swinging the axe and slashing down at Yougen's head, Zhou He glared angrily, taking advantage of the momentum of the fall, and used his whole body to cultivate.

Facing the sharp axe, there is a quick dancing blade, held horizontally in front of him.

The two poles collided with each other, and the loud sound was deafening.

One looked away from the blade of the axe, which had stayed in front of his face, barely an inch from the skin on his face.

Sweep your gaze to the sleek iron shaft next to it, and keep rubbing the spark with the iron.

Yougen tilted his head and looked at the old face distorted by anger behind Huang Li's round axe.

After a moment, a grin opened.

"What is the same between ancient cold weapon warfare and modern hot weapon warfare?"

A clear but hoarse voice was transmitted to Zhou He's ears.

The calm and natural tone couldn't help but make the old man frown.

There was a hint of confusion in his brown eyes, but the movements of the old man's hands did not stop.

The vitality was running wildly in Zhou He's body, and the behemoth breath was attracted by the old man.

Feeling the pressure in his hand, Yougen stepped his right leg behind him.

The entire sole of his right foot sank into the soil, and the thick golden yuan exuded a rooted body.

Gray-brown mountains sprung up around the perimeter and body, and the huge force was just like a huge wave crashing on the shore, impacting towards Yougen.

"Poof!"

His arms trembled uncontrollably, and a mouth opened to spew blood.

The hands that clenched the blade of the knife were almost torn apart by the great force, and Yougen put away the smile on his face.

Winner.

"But any war, no matter how big it is. ”

"The winner is the manager!"

Odd Soldier also.

Yougen's face was solemn, and he shouted at Zhou He in front of him.

As soon as the words fell, the golden Gangyuan that had already circled around him immediately lit up with a dazzling white light.

"Boom!"

Looking at the camp that had become a sea of fire not far away, Liu Heng pulled the cloth bag in his hand.

It was given to him by a hard shove before leaving.

The gray linen cloth was fastened with string, and a smooth silk cloth lay inside.

There is a picture drawn on the cloth.

There are also two lines of words written next to the picture.

It is different from the square characters of the world before the root, and it is also different from the multi-patterned block characters that are used exclusively by the cultivators of this world.

Probably because he was afraid that Liu Heng would not be able to understand it, he used the popular words among the desolate people.

A horse was drawn on the paper, and an arrow was punched on the horse's head, and the words "animal scalp" were written on the other end of the arrow.

On horseback sat a humanoid figure, and in the hands of the man was a weapon with a halberd.

If it weren't for the halberd-like painting, Liu Heng really couldn't see that this painting was actually himself.

Next to the human figure, four words are written.

"Capture the Flag?"

Frowning, Liu Heng leaned his face closer to the cloth and carefully identified the distorted words that were clumsy and as children's graffiti.

Throwing the cloth to the side, Liu Heng, who was sitting on horseback, sighed towards the camp chief.

"It's stupid, I can't write a word. ”

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