Fu Qing smiled, his mouth full of teeth were covered in blood, "You can't."

Lu Yan didn't ask anything and focused on the battlefield. Zhao Feibai was not so lively. He took care of each other with Lu Yan. After a while, Fu Qing said, "This person deserves to die."

Mo Yibai raised his mouth and said, "Hmph, damn it."

The enemy who was rushing up in front of Mo Yibai's face came out of his chest, and brought out a thread of blood. He took it away with a swish. The needle sword? Sima Hong or the yard? Mo Yibai was stunned and saw Sima Hong rising in the air, staring straight, and bowing his legs. He first turned to the left, turned to the right in a fierce air, and two needles penetrated his two necks. Mo Yibai couldn't see how Sima Hong turned around. Sima Hong had disappeared for a long time. The two people who were penetrated by their necks slowly fell to the ground, and the blood came out. The guards who used the two fingers of the long sword did not appear, including the person who shot the cold arrows, did not send a second arrow.

Wait, wait, Sima Hong! He is not a member of the Barbarian Army? Why are there internal conflicts? Sima Hong didn't bring many subordinates, and three people wandered around the crowd, forcing a way out. Sima Hong's three subordinates, three masters, and three dead soldiers, and everyone was betting on the lottery. When Sima Hong and Fu Qing and others were mixed together, their faces were pale and blood was on the corner of their mouths, as if they were seriously injured. After looking at Fu Qing, they said, "It's good to kill."

Then he pointed at Zhao Feibai, "You guys, you dare to give me a rag for me to study."

Mo Yibai pinched his chin and said, "The wind direction has changed, which means that we have a high chance of survival."

Before he finished speaking, another person jumped over, his gait was light, and a vulgar lame man was hard to imagine that a lame man had such a flexible step, wrapped in the gray-red felt cloth, and he could no longer see what color it was. He held a big umbrella in his hand and used it as a crutch. The lame man's face turned blue and trembled all over, which scared the enemy around him, thinking that the lame man was going to use something. The lame man had no blood on his body, and only the umbrella was as if he had used it in a blood-colored rain, dripping blood down.

"Duck, your life is very strong." The cripple swept Mo Yibai and said.

"Who is the duck scolding?" Mo Yibai smiled. He relaxed his mind and returned to his true nature. When the lame man said that the duck scolded you, the heavy wooden sword also hung down.

There is Sima Hong. Although Sima Hong is not sure why, he will be an ally, and there is also a cripple. With himself, it is no problem to rush out among a group of miscellaneous soldiers, and it is okay to have a wounded number.

"Whoever sounds like a duck, I will scold anyone." The lame man shook again after saying that.

Sima Hong snorted, "It's so much nonsense."

Fu Qing felt relieved and fainted regardless of the fact that he fainted. Lu Yan carried Fu Qing on his shoulders, and Zhao Feibai supported him beside him.

Zhao Feibai and Lu Yan whispered, "Oh, big guy, what's going on with Sima Hong?"

Lu Yan picked up Fang Tian’s painting halberd and waved it out, "I don’t know, rush out first, they are coming up again."

The shouts and roars of the Western Army of the Qin Dynasty came from afar, and the barbarian army was a little floating. Sima Hong shouted loudly in the barbarian language, "Tag is dead." Tague is the younger brother of the Western Barbarian Emperor. The second-high commander who sent troops this time is dead! The barbarian army is in agitation,

The afterglow of the sun gradually faded, and the torches of Daqin and the Western Barbarians shone on the battlefield like daylight. Tens of thousands of people fought to death, entangled together, and the command completely lost its effect. No one knew who was there, just killed, killed, killed!

Sima Hong had a sewing needle and led the way forward with three subordinates. Mo Yibai and an ebony sword protected the left, the lame man and an umbrella guarded the right, behind Zhao Feibai Palace, Lu Yan carried Fu Qing in the middle, and the agile figures of several people ran, like hunters carrying a pig, and began to move quickly towards his army. At the beginning, the sticky blood on the four people had solidified and scabbed, and it fell to the ground, solidified in the muddy snow, revealing the dark red inside.

Sima Hong was not talkative when fighting, and the sword in his hand was so fast that it was invisible. It was better to say it was a sword than a sickle. Large pieces of harvester wheat brought blood rain. This Beiting's No. 1 Killing God is also a real Killing God. It is different from the pre-Qin killing god Wu'an Jun Bai Qi. Wu'an Jun ordered people to kill people, and Sima Hong killed people with his own hands, with bloody hands, cold weather, cold people, cold hearts, and even colder swords. He overturned the Western barbarian soldiers in front of him one by one, and Zhao Feibai grind them into meat paste.

The Tag's personal guard had no way out, so he could only fight to the death. The sword shadows of two fingers were everywhere, a touch of setting sun, a few bloody colors, a little warmth added to the cold winter, a word, kill.
Chapter completed!