Seeing his companions attacking from above, the four hundred ghost generals who thought they were superb also jumped in the air, wanting to kill from inside. It's just that their light skills are slightly inferior, and on the way in the volley, one person was killed, two were slightly injured, and one was stabbed through the soles of his feet.

The four living people quickly converged in one place, back to back, constantly pushing outward.

It's like a wolf entering a flock, and before the wolf enters the sheepfold, the flock is in good order and can't find any flaws. When a wolf enters the sheepfold, unless the shepherd dog can bite the wolf in the first place, the wolf will easily open the hole from the inside.

The analogy may not be appropriate, but these four hundred ghost generals are indeed roaring, indeed killing like crazy.

The five royal tent riders wanted to protect the prince, and they didn't dare to rush all to intercept and kill these four people, and after weighing the pros and cons, the three of them rushed up, wanting to solve the four hundred ghost generals.

The four hundred ghosts will be back to back, with two people blocking the three royal tent relatives, and the remaining two will deal with the people around them, while constantly killing outward!

The royal tent rode very fiercely, and it was completely a life-for-life fight, wanting to end the battle in a short time. Regardless of their own safety, they fought very fiercely with every sword. The two hundred ghost generals are blindly defensive, not desperately riding with the royal account, and want to buy more time for the brothers behind them!

The blood on the prince's body was also boiling, and the iron fan was opened and closed by him, closed and opened.

"Ande warriors are guarding the Quartet!" the prince kept muttering this sentence in his mouth, his voice was very small, as if he was saying to himself, and as if he was asking about the vast world.

The two royal tent riders who stayed behind to protect the prince were also very nervous, and they tensed their nerves and looked ahead. It's a race against time, and whoever can grasp the last moment will be the winner.

"Let's be ghosts again, let's roar in hell again! Now, it's the time to die in battle, it's the time to be a ghost. Children, remember! Even if you die, you have to become the strongest ghost!" Yang Ye knew that this was the last hope.

The terrible sound of the ghost resounded in the land again, forcing the other voices around it back, leaving only the howl of the ghost to rage in everyone's ears.

The battlefield has become white-hot, heroes and heroes are constantly on the field, and the incompetent will either give in or become heroes.

The royal tent riders who grabbed Zhang Hui and the three of them soon arrived, and casually explained Zhang Hui and them to the ordinary soldiers, and rushed to the land of heroes.

At this time, most of the royal tent riders arrived, and they were all trying to rush in the direction of the prince, they were very fast, and some even flew directly in the air, so fast because Yang Ye's speed was also extremely fast!

"Big brother, who do you want to win?"

The people around him were all paying attention to the center of the battlefield, and Zhang Hui had a plan in his heart. Both hands tried to break free from the rope in vain, but the rope did not loosen in the slightest.

"Sang Guo wins. ”

"Why?" Zhang Wu was a little surprised.

"Sang Guo won, the prince is in a good mood, maybe he will let us go. Zhang Hui tried to open the rope again, but it was still in vain.

The crown prince and Yang Ye, they can't back down, because there are countless reasons. Zhang Hui is different, he does not have great thoughts and sentiments, life is more important to him than anything else, and the peace and contentment of relatives and friends is more important than the life and death of others.

So far, even if there are only more than 20 hundred ghost generals who can fight well. Of course, the sacrifice must be worth it, the distance between Yang Ye and the crown prince is less than three zhang, and there is only a team of royal tent relatives riding in the middle of them.

The ordinary soldiers next to him were constantly coming, wanting to protect the prince. However, how could Yang Ye give up? How could he be willing to fall short, and send out a dozen hundred ghosts to take the remaining daredevils to block these soldiers, and the rest will go straight to the prince in front of him.

"Kill!" Without any delay, Yang Ye rushed to the imperial tent as soon as possible.

"The prince is retreating!" The royal tent who was guarding the prince's side rode up to greet him, although his teammates would come immediately, but the victory or defeat of this battlefield was between that breath and breath.

The five hundred ghost generals dragged a team of royal tent riders, and the remaining few people under the leadership of Yang Ye rushed straight to the prince. The prince unconsciously took two steps back, but quickly clenched the iron fan in his hand and wanted to rush forward.

A log suddenly flew in the air, blocking the crown prince and blocking the momentum of the attack of the hundred ghosts. Behind the log was Zhang Yu, who was cloaked and shirtless!

Zhang Yu was covered in blood, and there were more than a dozen wounds of different depths on his body, like a mad demon, blocking everyone in front of him, and his momentum was incomparable!

"I am Zhang Xutuo, Zhang Yu is also! Who dares to make a time? Who dares to make a time!"

He grabbed the iron spear in his right hand and glared at the crowd. Even if there are several masters in front of him, he is still fearless.

Yang Ye didn't say much to him, at this time, the enemy masters came immediately, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came, they needed to continue to rush forward.

A figure suddenly appeared from the shadows, it was the Hundred Ghost General who was proficient in the art of assassination. At the beginning of the war, he raided Zhang Yu and fled without a single blow. At this point, in the final stages of the war, he reappeared and headed for the crown prince.

I have to say that the timing was very exquisite, Zhang Yu's appearance attracted everyone's attention, all the enemies were facing the front and tensed their nerves, and the prince also relaxed his nerves a little at Zhang Yu's appearance, and no one guessed that he would kill at this time.

Seeing a flash, he suddenly appeared in front of the prince from the right. The curved dagger was like an eagle's claw, which was even more terrifying under the light of the fire, and in an instant it was in front of the prince's door.

"Who dares to make a mistake!"

Zhang Yu shouted, the iron gun in his hand flew over, and the tail of the gun swept back from behind, directly blocking this claw.

If one blow fails, the hundred ghosts will no longer run away. Break free of Zhang Yu's spear and force the prince to kill. The prince had already reacted at this time, and the iron fan in his hand swept towards the man, while his body kept retreating.

Zhang Yu turned around and wanted to turn back to the prince, but the three hundred ghost generals immediately entangled him, and the rest pressed the prince directly.

The prince usually treats the people around him very well, and at this time, many soldiers rush forward to protect him, even if they can only exchange their lives for a breath of time.

The abdomen was quickly clawed, and the sharpness of the dagger was unimaginable, and it broke the armor on the prince's body at once.

"Kill!" the prince threw out the iron fan in his hand and hit the hundred ghost generals. He turned around and took a long shield beside him, and rushed forward.

The right hand swept down, and the iron fan was knocked to the ground. By the time he was ready to continue pressing, the prince had already rushed forward with a heavy shield.

By now, he should have withdrawn, what he is proficient in is the way of assassination, not the way of fighting, and the strength of fighting is not much stronger than that prince. It's just that today there are only those who died in battle, and there is no retreat.