In front of the veteran of the house, an arc-shaped flame emerged.

The oncoming scorching waves were separated by flames, and the surging wood clouds obscured everyone's vision.

The broken beams of broken wood slammed into the various air barriers, and with a "crackling" sound, they turned into finer pieces.

The walls of the enclosure shook for a while, and many archers who were shooting arrows fell to their feet.

Screams rang out one after another, and countless soldiers fell under the camp wall and mutilated their limbs.

Standing at the camp gate on horseback, Liu Heng with a halberd in both hands, had a faint smile on his face.

Lowering the arm that was bent to protect his cheek, the veteran of the house had a gloomy face, trying his best to hide the fear in his heart.

But fear cannot be hidden.

Holding the iron hook and slashing to his side, the surging flames burned through the hook, and in the sudden firelight, the old man grinned, revealing his clenched teeth.

The best way to deal with fear is to break down what scares you.

"Kill!"

The flame in front of the old man turned into a thin curtain of fire.

The fire in the fire curtain quickly dispersed to the surroundings, vacating the middle position.

The horse leaped and drove the horse over the rapidly growing ring of fire, and the old man's eyes widened, and his still pale face stood on end.

Shake off the iron knife in your hand, and use the end of the knife bar connecting the knife surface to touch the hind buttocks of the war horse.

Pang Ming, whose face was covered with gloom, pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes showed a hint of determination.

Driving the war horse to the direction where the veteran surnamed Wu rushed over, and waved forward the Guan knife with green mangs scattered all over his body, Pang Ming turned his head and shouted to the people behind him: "The matter has come to this, if we don't fight today, how many people can my relatives live!?"

That's right.

A veteran with a short beard under his chin, his teeth biting his lower lip into a bloody streak.

If you don't fight, the news of cowardice will be spread out, and the counties will make a crusade against you.

At that time, I am afraid that I will also die!

With his right hand, which no longer trembled, he grasped the spear made of white jade with all his strength, the horizontal flesh on his cheeks trembled, and the hideous short-bearded veteran clamped his legs to the horse's belly, and his left hand pulled the reins connected to the horse's mouth.

"Rush!"

The old man with a neat short beard and an old face, the hoarse roar had not yet settled, the young cheeks were purple and white, and the five knuckles of the hands holding the brass broadsword were white, and Yuhua had already driven his horse towards the camp gate.

The dust in front of him gradually settled, and the veteran surnamed Wu who was holding an iron hook finally ran in front of Liu Heng.

Ride a dark horse until the dust settles in front of you.

Ignoring the stray arrows that kept flying around his body and were constantly bounced off by the body protection qi barrier, Liu Heng, who had been standing quietly at the exit of the camp, looked indifferently at the veteran who was holding a double hook wrapped in flames, with a white and long beard, wearing a red brown helmet and brown armor reflected by the firelight, and had already rushed to the front of him.

He closed his eyes a little tiredly.

Looking at Liu Heng, who suddenly closed his eyes, the veteran surnamed suddenly showed a trace of joy on his face, and he immediately raised the hook knife in his hand and slashed towards Liu Heng with all his might.

The flame wrapped in the hook knife emitted a hot temperature, but Liu Heng, who was surrounded by red rays and like a bath in fire, did not feel half the heat.

Liu Heng's eyes were still closed.

Just when the tip of the hook wrapped in flames was only a few inches away from Liu Heng's face, Liu Heng's arm holding the halberd suddenly disappeared from the eyes of the veteran with the surname of the house.

"Boom!"

The flame-enveloping iron hook was blocked by the halberd, and an irresistible force surged from the hilt of the silk to the old man's thin arm.

Even though he held the spiritual weapon of the inscription, the arm supported by the vitality still couldn't withstand the sudden huge force.

The old man leaned on his horseback, and the iron hook in his hand almost fell off.

The old man clamped the legs of his mount even harder, so that the elbow of his armored leg sank directly into the flesh of the horse's waist and abdomen.

A large amount of horse blood spilled from the wound, and the horse's mount, surnamed Veteran, straightened his horse's neck, opened his mouth and let out a wail, and the whole horse withered.

"Bang!"

The crooked body of the horse made a deafening sound as it collided with the ground.

The brown armor on his head fell to the ground beside him, and the veteran of the house jumped up from his horse and fell to the ground with the armor.

The scattered white hair was chaotic at this time, and the stubble at the end was scattered, and the surface was covered with dust and horse blood.

A slender wound was torn from the tiger's mouth on both hands with great force, and blood flowed from the wound and flowed through the brown arm armor.

Despite the embarrassment around him and the sharp pain from the wound on his palm, he still raised the iron hook in his hand and jumped up from the ground.

At the same time as he jumped towards Liu Heng, Pang Ming, who drove his horse to Liu Heng's side, had already shaken the iron knife in his hand and slashed at Liu Heng.

The indigo wind that surrounds the blade of the blade is full of rolling cyan waves.

Liu Heng, who was still with his eyes closed, lowered his head slightly, and the ears of his ears moved lightly twice.

As soon as the shadow appeared, the right hand holding the ancient halberd disappeared into the eyes of ordinary people again.

"Phew!"

After two crisp crashes, Pang Ming also lost his mount.

The two of them who landed almost at the same time, without any communication, both picked up the blades of the inscription talisman in their hands and jumped up from the ground almost at the same time.

When the two of them rushed in front of Liu Heng, Liu Heng had just blocked the wide-bodied copper sword that was as fast as the tip of his hair and glowed with blue light.

Yuhua, dressed in red armor, fell to the ground, his entire left arm bent outward under the tremendous force, and his face was even more distorted by the severe pain.

He is not rooted, does not have a wealth of knowledge of human bones, and cannot form bones.

But under the continuous pain, he who had been twisting his face, but he never shouted a miserable howl.

Instead, he directly grasped the hilt of the bronze sword with one hand and jumped up from the ground as fast as he could.

At this time, Pang Ming and the veteran surnamed Wu were bombarded to the ground by Liu Heng with a halberd again.

When the two of them fell to the ground, Yuhua, who was full of hideous faces, held the bronze sword high with one hand, and rushed in front of Liu Heng again.

The veteran with neat short beards, and thirteen generals with inscription weapons, rushed to Liu Heng's body together.

Liu Heng opened his eyes.

The face that lingered with red mangs finally showed a solemn look at this time, Liu Heng held up the halberd with both hands, and set it up in front of him, blocking the pure white jade spear that attacked.

The bronze sword, glowing with blue light, fell on his back.

Liu Heng, who had a solemn face, turned his body slightly, and used the tail end of the ancient halberd to obliquely frame the attacking copper sword.

With a pout, Liu Heng raised the halberd with all his strength, and the red Gangyuan, which had been quenched by the dantian, penetrated his body, forming a pillar of fire around Liu Heng.

"Bang!"

The veteran and Yuhua were both bounced away, and along with them, there were six generals who followed the veteran on horseback and shot only half a beat slower than the old man.

Then, behind the six generals, the seven people who were walking side by side raised the inscription talisman blade in their hands, and rushed towards Liu Heng together with the veteran general surnamed Wu and Pang Ming, who had just jumped up from the ground again and raised their blades.