"What kind of evil trick is this!" Si Heng shouted in pain and grief as hundreds of brothers were caught.

"It's too late to explain! This is the trap laid by Donghu, the viciousness of his intentions!" Ling Feiyan pulled Siheng and said, "Hurry up!"

Si Heng looked at Ling Feiyan and his mind turned quickly, "I guess there should be no traps ahead. Donghu must send troops to deal with us at this moment!" After saying that, he looked back and saw a thick burst of smoke and dust approaching them at an extremely fast speed.

"Si! Where is the Si Nu?" Si Heng began to shout wildly around, until a man lying on the ground tens of meters away barely stretched out his arm and began to sway. Si Heng and Ling Feiyan ran to him and took the military call. Si Heng swallowed his last breath in pain as if he had completed his mission.

"Wuwuwu" The unique high-pitched horn of the Xuanjia Army spread from Siheng. The Xuanjia Army cavalry, who were not attacked by ambush, immediately set up their formation again to face the enemies ahead. Siheng and Ling Feiyan also quickly joined the military formation.

"Emperor Xiang, you are injured!" Ling Feiyan found that there were ulcerated wounds on Xiang Ang's right arm and neck. Xiang Ang said nothing and immediately took out a finger-sized porcelain bottle and applied a frozen green ointment to Xiang Ang's wound. "Emperor Xiang, this medicine cannot heal your wound, but it can prevent the wound from becoming more serious. Unfortunately, this bottle is the only one I carry with me, and I can't help my brothers."

"The Donghu people actually used such despicable means to ambush. We want them to see the power of Xuan Armor!" Xiang Ang stood in the military formation with his chest raised his head, glanced at the Xuan Armored Warrior who was rolling and struggling on the ground, gritted his teeth and ordered loudly: "Let the array and welcome the enemy!"

"Hahaha, Xuanjia Army, this time I saw the power of Benyaba!" Shi Mingyu laughed wildly, "Come on, Donghu warriors, tear all the Xuanjia Army apart!"

Du Mo couldn't help but raise his lips when he saw the situation on the battlefield, "Sir Yaba, I won this time, but don't forget the agreement between us."

"The warriors of Donghu have always been the most trustworthy, and this trick is thanks to Master Arrowdo!" Before Shi Mingyu was happy, Donghu soldiers ran up to report, "The Xuanjia Army was divided into three groups and continued to harass our army guarding the other three gates, so that the three armies could not come to meet!"

"It looks a bit like the Xuanjia Army. If it is too easy to win the battle, it will be boring. The Xuanjia Army soldiers are divided into three groups and only harass them rather than attacking them in large numbers. It is conceivable that the number of people must be insufficient. Since that is the case, let us Donghu warriors play with them, and after we have packed up the remaining soldiers in the South Gate, we will defeat them one by one!" Shi Mingyu ordered loudly: "The entire army will be dispatched to completely eliminate the enemies in the South Gate!"

When the Donghu soldiers retreated, Dumo suggested: "Master Yaba, you should not take it lightly against those remaining soldiers. Let Arrodo go to help with them. In addition, the people of the Central Plains have always believed in soldiers and never get tired of cheating. If all the guards here are sent out, they are afraid that the Xuanjia Army will take the opportunity to attack!"

Shi Mingyu turned around and thought for a while, "Master Dumo said something makes sense, then Master Arrowdo will come to help, fight quickly, and solve the problem of those remaining soldiers in the black armor. Return to defense immediately!"

Xiang Ang's 2,500 cavalry team lost nearly half of them after encountering a hiding. Although the water powder was vicious, it would not take human life immediately. Seeing that the brothers who had fought side by side died one by one, they all struggled and died, the remaining Xuan-armored warriors were all holding their energy to settle the accounts. Siheng and Ling Feiyan held the ring-headed sword in their hands, staring at the Donghu cavalry running towards them like all the soldiers.

"First team, rush!"

With Xiang Ang's order, a row of soldiers at the front of the team held their spears and shouted loudly, thrusting their mounts of the Donghu cavalry running in front, stabbing them into the chest of the war horses, causing the pain to jump up or fall down, and knocking the cavalry on them down. Although the first batch of soldiers encountered an attack, the horses behind could not stop at all. The second batch and the third batch of war horses rushed up again, and the first batch of soldiers charged in the Xuanjia Army quickly retreated and the second batch of soldiers holding spears were replaced.

This confrontation lasted only two rounds, and ended because the Donghu cavalry rushed into the Xuanjia Army formation. The Donghu cavalry rode on the horse and took advantage of the position to slash at the Xuanjia Army soldiers below. The well-trained soldiers of the Xuanjia Army immediately jumped up to kill the enemy and chopped the Donghu soldiers on the horse off. For a moment, the battle between the two sides was difficult to resolve.

Siheng and Ling Feiyan cut down several Donghu soldiers and gathered to Xiang Ang again to protect him. After several rounds of fighting, Xiang Ang gradually lost his energy. The pain of the wound came again, making his face pale.

Donghu killed the enemy and sent nearly 10,000 troops, while Xiang Ang's troops were less than 2,000. As the battle continued, the Xuanjia Army began to decline and continued to retreat towards the south gate. As the south gate of the sealed residence became clearer, even the mottled blood on the city wall could be seen clearly, but Xiang Ang's uneasiness became more and more serious.

Logically speaking, the battle outside the city was so fierce that the Guangyuan army in the city should open the city gate to help, but now there is no movement. There must be problems! After Xiang Ang figured it out, he realized the hidden danger and shouted to the retreating vanguard: "Stop, don't retreat again!"

Unfortunately, Xiang Ang was still one step late. The retreating soldiers stepped on a piece of land and brought different foot feelings to their feet. When they just reached their brains, their whole body had fallen rapidly. Before they could figure out what was going on, they were pierced by the tall and thick blades in the pit. After a loud noise, an insurmountable trench was cracked between the South Gate and Xiang Ang’s tribe. The trench was covered with sharp knives and the bodies of the soldiers who had just fallen into it.

"Damn it!" Xiang Ang was so excited that he vomited a mouthful of blood, but fortunately he was supported by Ling Feiyan.

"Shameless!" Si Heng had red eyes, and the ring-headed knife in his hand tightened. "Donghu Miscellaneous, I'll fight with you!" Si Heng rushed to the front of the team and ordered: "Brothers, we have no way out, line up! Fight with the Miscellaneous people of the Donghu Miscellaneous!"

Ha! The Xuan-armored warriors once again raised their fighting spirit and set up the battle formation again at a very fast speed. At this moment, the Donghu army slowed down the pace of attack. A man wearing an iron hoop and a disheveled hair, a silver soft armor, and a horse boot that was wrapped around his knees. He appeared in the Donghu army. After approaching, Siheng saw the person's face clearly: the left eye was a black hole, and the right lips connected to the right ear had a long and thick purple scar, which was extremely hateful. The person walked to the front of the army and stretched out.

He took off the half-moon scimitar that had been wrapped around his body before, held it in the middle of the scimitar, and dragged a Xuanjia Army soldier who was still struggling and struggling with his other hand. The man pressed the half-moon scimitar on the back of the warrior's neck, and then made a sound like he came from hell, "Even if you surrender, I will kill you one by one. Liang Gou is ready, he will be your end!" As soon as he finished speaking, everyone felt a silver-white sword light flashing so that they couldn't open their eyes for a while. When they opened it again, the Xuanjia Warrior was already in a different place.

The man raised the half-moon scimitar, and blood dripped from the blade without any contamination. The man said to Xuanjiajun, "Kneel down and beg for mercy. Maybe I can be kind, otherwise..." Before he could finish his words, he felt a gust of sword wind blowing towards him.

Following the direction of the sword wind, the man fell down on his back and quickly flipped the spot. Si Heng followed with one move, and the machete slashed down at the man's face. When! The harsh sound of cold weapons colliding with each other spread between the two, the ring-headed sword and the half-moon scimitar were in the same place. As the master exerted his power in secret, the squeak continued to squeak at the intersection. With this move alone, Si Heng realized the strength of the enemy, and his tiger's mouth was already numb at this moment.

Humph! The man laughed, and as the muscles moved, the scars on the corners of his mouth were more obvious in front of Siheng. The slightly exposed yellow teeth made people feel nauseous. Siheng put out his legs and attacked the opponent's lower plate. The man withdrew his knife and returned to defense, grabbed the opponent's gap, Siheng jumped up in place and used the knife again, this time aiming at the man's neck.

Bang! Another dizzying collision sound, Siheng only felt his sudden release of force, and his body was pushed away for several meters. His distorted facial features and trembling hands all reflected the strength of the opponent's strength. Siheng looked along his completely numb right hand, and only half of the huge ring-headed knife was left at this moment, and the other half was inserted into the soil not far from him.

The man gently stroked the half-moon scimitar in his hand, looked at Siheng with contempt, then raised his right hand holding the half-moon scimitar and roared angrily, "Kill!" The Donghu soldier who was originally quietly watching the fun raised his weapons again and rushed towards the Xuanjia Army.

Capturing the thief first, you must take him down! Si Heng made a conclusion and threw a broken knife towards the man. The man barely avoided but was ridden on his back by Si Heng. His feet were tightly wrapped around the man's ribs. He pulled out the dagger on his waist and was pinched when his wrist was about to stab him. The man was extremely powerful, and the pain in his wrist spread throughout Si Heng's body. One man pinched the other's wrist with his back hand, and the other man held the hilt with both hands and stabbed him down hard. Both of them were trying their best. However, in Ling Feiyan's view, the man seemed relaxed and Si Heng had tried his best.

"Go and help him!" Xiang Ang ordered, "It's not a problem to protect myself, go quickly!" Ling Feiyan nodded and rushed out of the crowd. However, there were a large number of Donghu soldiers in front of her. If you want to go over and help, you must first deal with these Donghu soldiers.

Siheng and the man were in a stalemate for half a stick of incense, and were exhausted. The right wrist, which was pinched, had turned blue and purple. Although they still struggled to support it, the wrapping force of their feet was significantly weakened. The man seized the opportunity and threw Siheng to the ground with a shoulder. The dagger in his hand also flew out. The severe pain from his back did not make Siheng confused. He tried hard to turn his body over the body and avoided the man's scimitar, but he avoided the fatal scimitar but could not avoid the man's foot. Siheng flew out several meters again, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He wanted to struggle to stand up but couldn't do it. He saw that the man was getting closer and closer to him.

"I've had enough fun, let's take my life!"

The scimitar flew in front of Siheng and stopped suddenly. When he looked closely, he found a whip wrapped around the scimitar. Following the scimitar, Siheng saw Ling Feiyan pulling the scimitar not far away.

"Give it back to you!"

Ling Feiyan tried hard, and the scimitar rotated and flew towards the man. When the scimitar approached, the man stood there and reached out to catch it, and his body did not shake. Ling Feiyan didn't give the man any more chance. He waved the scimitar and threw it down frantically, and the scimitar immediately rotated and wrapped the scimitar on the blade. The man pulled it hard, and Ling Feiyan flew to the man with the scimitar. Ling Feiyan kicked the man's chest with both feet, wrapped the scimitar around the man's neck for a while, and then fell down on his back. The scimitar immediately strangled the man's neck tightly.

"Do it!" Ling Feiyan shouted. Si Heng immediately understood and picked up the dagger and rushed towards the man's chest. Just as the tip of the knife was about to touch his body, the man waved his scimitar and shouted loudly. He broke free from the blade whip and cut off the dagger. He punched the two of them at the same time with his left and right hands.

Standing on the mound, Shi Mingyu looked at the Donghu army constantly advancing towards the south gate. As victory was getting closer and closer to him, his joy was already expressed.

"Report!" A Donghu soldier hurriedly ran up and knelt down on one knee.

"Hmm? Why are you so panicked?" Shi Mingyu asked seriously.

"It's the grain warehouse that caught fire!"

"You say it again!"

"The grain warehouse caught fire!"

Before the words were finished, the Donghu soldier reached out to thrust Shi Mingyu's throat. Before the flying knife approached, Shi Mingyu had already retreated several meters away.

"Who dares to pretend to be my Donghu Warrior?" Shi Mingyu said vigilantly: "When the Donghu Warrior saw that no one dared not add 'Master Yaba'."

Du Mo was originally worried about Shi Mingyu, but seeing that he had escaped temporarily, he began to be alert. Sure enough, an arrow sank into Du Mo's palm with a sound. The arrows rubbed into the palm of the palm, and then flew towards the direction when they came. Xie Yi jumped down from the tree branch with a sound.

"Xuan Jia!" Du Mo recognized the armor that Xie Yi was wearing at a glance. Shi Mingyu curled his lips and said, "I'd underestimate you, how dare I come to my camp to attack!"

Xuan Shaoning stood up and pulled out the Junwu Sword, and said sternly: "We are not here to attack, but to get your head!"

As he spoke, a fire shone in the direction of the grain warehouse.
Chapter completed!