Fire energy, explosive and fast.

Wen Short and Liu Heng are both fire-based monks, and when the two of them bombarded each other in mid-air with weapons, there was only a red light in the eyes of ordinary people, and only thunder and thunder were left in the ears of ordinary people.

On the ground, among the more than 10,000 soldiers on both sides of the enemy, only the root of the golden mangs scattered all over his body, and the flame leopard phantom tiger in mid-air can be clearly seen.

Stepping hard, the running root jumped up from the ground, and went straight through the low altitude where Liu Heng and Wen Short were fighting, the heat wave was continuous, and the vitality was agitated, and fell on the back of the black dragon who was standing quietly.

One pulled the yellowed reins, and the swarthy steed pouted impatiently, shook the horse's head, and made a "grunt" and "grunt" sound from its mouth.

Countless iron-clad chariots drove out of the wide gate and rushed towards the outside of the camp.

Faced with the rapidly approaching chariot, Yougen had a cold face, reached for the narrow pot on his waist, and took out four arrows from it.

The feathers are jet black, and the shaft is straight, but there are no arrows.

He didn't have a bow, and he didn't need a bow either.

Gently toss the arrow, and there is a grasp of the shaft of the four feathered arrows.

The brilliant golden glow converges on the straight shaft, and the dazzling streamer glides on the shaft like liquid.

The golden mangs in his hands suddenly bloomed, the golden mangs on his body were slightly constricted, his face was slightly condensed, and his breath was in his throat.

"Chieftain, naphtha!"

The loud voice shook the four fields, and Yougen frowned, and in his golden eyes, the essence was shining.

"The barbarians are lined up on the two wings, and the militia is in the center!"

As soon as the words fell, the 5,100 soldiers who were galloping all the way behind Yougen were attacked, and the 3,000 barbarians who had originally rushed to the front immediately divided into two groups, and moved to one left and one to the right.

Among the militia, Shi Nao, who was appointed as the commander-in-chief by Yougen, waved the short flag in his hand and shouted: "Change the formation!"

The six captains of the hundred men waved forward.

In the phalanx beside the six people, the soldiers were not chaotic, and they quickly gathered together with neat changing movements.

The soldiers outside the formation raised their iron shields, and the soldiers inside raised their spears.

The shining tip of the spear was against the iron shield, facing the outside of the phalanx.

The phalanx, which had shrunk a lot, slowly moved forward, and its speed was much lower than before.

At this time, the chariot that rushed out of the barracks reached Arigen's body.

Relying on the shield array alone, can you stop the chariot from charging?

Bowed his head and thought slightly, and frowned slightly.

With the barbarians, our chances of winning are probably only 30%.

On the chariot closest to Arione, the soldiers had already stabbed out iron spears, and the distance between the head of the spear and Arigen was only an inch.

In the sky, stray arrows like swarms of locusts also poured down towards Yougantou.

Let go, seal.

The eagle mark was instantaneous, and Yougen raised his head to face the rain of arrows that flew in, his brows stretched.

If you want to save the situation, you can only rush alone!

The four arrows were surrounded by golden light and swept away.

The four golden giant swords instantly smashed the chariot in front of Yougen, and shuttled through the military formation behind the chariot, blood splattered on the path of the golden arrow.

With his feet clamped between the horse's belly, the black dragon opened the horse's hooves and rushed forward with Yougen.

The black horse stepped on the ruins, passing through the shattered chariot, and there was a slight bow, reaching out to touch the broken spear that was about to land.

The broken spear entwined with golden light flew into the air in the face of arrows like rain.

A pair of hands formed tiger prints, and a golden curtain of light pierced through the body of the spear.

The broken spear swirled in the golden curtain, and countless arrows were crushed by the vitality stirred by the golden stick shadow, but it could not stop the rain of arrows.

Sporadic arrows, through the golden air curtain.

One tilted his head and swayed on the back of the moving warhorse, most of the arrows interspersed beside him, only one arrow grazed his cheek, bringing out a splash of blood.

Reach out your left hand and grab an oncoming feathered arrow, and use the shaft to sweep away several arrows aimed at the horse's head.

At this moment, the crazy circulation of vitality in Yougen's body actually merged directly into the black dragon's body when it flowed to the meridians on his legs.

Suddenly, Yougen only felt that he could suddenly see what the black dragon saw, and he could think of what the black dragon thought.

Between the complex and obscure meridians, where it is difficult to find the end of the source, the golden vitality is like a bridge, connecting a man and a horse.

The golden light shines through the bodies of men and horses, and the arrows are held in their left hands, and one of them spreads out his right hand and stretches it forward.

Surrounded by golden rays in mid-air, it was constantly spinning, and the broken spear that drew countless stick shadows flew into Yougen's hand.

Like rain and arrows, there is no way to stop them at this time, and they all rush down towards Yougen.

His face was quiet, but he closed his eyes and bowed slightly on the horseback.

One man and one horse, all turned into a golden streamer, and rushed straight into the influx of enemy soldiers.

The arrows and broken spears in his hands turned into countless golden shadows, whether it was the infantry behind the chariot or the chariot that was still forging ahead, under the golden shadow, it was either destroyed or destroyed.

The soldiers trained by Wen Short were all elite, so no one flinched in front of the golden light that drove like a grim reaper.

The rain of arrows shot at the place where the golden light went.

But Yougen rode his horse to the camp gate, and he stopped.

Eight men, eight horses, eight sets of armor with a dark glow, eight knives made of iron, and a glittering cold light.

Liyue, Ligu, and six other partial generals are in front of Yougen.

Countless arrows flew on the battlefield, and under the impact of the longitudinal horse, the soldiers who had been disorganized had already met Liu Hengjun, who rushed to the camp gate.

The car formation was stagnant, and the soldiers on both sides could only fight with white blades, and the officers in the soldiers of the Wen short army who were scattered gathered their troops and began to wrap around the six shield formations that Yougen had practiced.

In front of the shield array, the soldiers erected rows of shields, and in the short army, some people used shields to resist the pressure, some people chopped with spears, and some people threw bows and arrows into the formation.

The pawns in the shield array also constantly changed their ranks, and returned colors with spears and bows and arrows.

Although Wen Short's army was many elites, it couldn't be attacked for a while.

The soldiers who followed in the footsteps of Yougen have already achieved a clear advantage.

At this time, every inch of dirt under the feet of our soldiers is a battlefield.

Every second, there are casualties.

More and more soldiers poured out of the camp gates, and the battle line was quickly lengthened, and the barbarians who had withdrawn to both flanks joined the battle.

And at the gate of the camp, the glittering Yougen urged the horse forward, and with a sharp swing of his right hand, he stabbed the nearest knight to him.

Seeing that Jin Mang's death was coming, Li Yue's eyes were slightly condensed, but there was no movement in his hand, and he didn't have time to make a move.

Three long knives, with lightning speed, slashed at the root's left arm.

What the!

Feeling the cold wind suddenly coming beside him, a chill suddenly felt in the back of his head, and he held a feather arrow in his left hand and crossed it to his side.

"Phew!"

The long knife slashed into the golden light surrounding the feather arrow, and the three horsemen suddenly felt their arms numb, and the weapons in their hands seemed to be about to come out of their hands, and the mounts under them also took a few steps back.

Blocking the three long knives that attacked, Yougen's face showed a look of surprise, and his body was slightly stunned.

Li Yue had already taken the opportunity to raise the long knife in his hand and slashed at Yougen's head.