Lingxian Zhenjun

The wind blew past under the crowd, and the confused Wei soldiers hurried forward to protect the general on the ground, and one of the soldiers dragged Qiu Mingren back to his own formation to bandage.

During this process, Chen Qingzhi and Yuan Hao's faces were full of surprises, and the former looked at the severed limb that fell back to the ground, and a stone shook a few times in the pool of blood with the remaining strength.

He subconsciously looked in the direction where the stones were coming from, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything except the soldiers of Wei State who surrounded him one after another.

But now is not the time to explore, the opportunity is fleeting, how can we not seize it, Chen Qingzhi endured the pain, found a horse at random, turned on his back, lifted his white robe, pointed at the sword, and shouted: "The enemy general Qiu Mingren is dead, follow me to kill—"

"kill!"

The scene just now, nearby Liang Qi also saw, no matter dead or not, the opponent fell off the horse and was snatched away by his own soldiers, and the enemy formation also saw it, once the general retreated, his morale would be hit, if he didn't rush at this time, he would only be waiting to die.

One person shouted, dozens shouted, and then Liang Qi, who was farther away and unknown, heard that the enemy general was dead, and his morale was immediately boosted. They raised their spears and brandished long knives and shouted one after another, moving towards Chen Qingzhi to form a charging array. .

It can prevent the other three sides. Only a thousand riders can come over. Counting the more than 300 riders on Chen Qingzhi's side, the number is nearly [-]. It is difficult to form a charge in a very short distance.

A part of them used their spears to act as a human wall and rushed to the front line, stabbing wildly with their horses. The second team of cavalry, led by Chen Qingzhi, rushed to attack. Stop projectile.

But at this time, in the formation of the Wei soldiers, the old man with the copper staff looked at Qiu Mingren who had been snatched back, and quickly used the secret medicine powder to stop his bleeding. He asked the soldiers present.

Hearing that it was broken by a flying stone, the old man nodded calmly, but he was a little horrified in his heart. A stone flying so far can break a person's arm. I'm afraid it's not some passing rivers and lakes master, but He is a monk.

"Ma...it's troublesome, I can't let other cultivators know that my master is helping the emperor of Wei...I can't expose it..."

At the moment of whispering, the fighting on the front line was already boiling, the old man gritted his teeth, and simply helped again, shaking the copper staff twice in his hand, and smashing it to the ground.

buzzing...

Strange sound waves spread from the copper staff to the surroundings again. The horses on the front line had been exhausted by the fight between the two sides.

As soon as the suppressed feather arrows disappeared, thousands of infantry wearing various robes swung their knives and rushed forward, and the cavalry who arrived at the front line had to abandon their spears and drew their knives one after another while fighting and retreating. One thousand, quickly reduced to four 500 people.

Chen Qingzhi got up from the ground, looked at the striker who was pushed over, grabbed the fallen iron sword and greeted his subordinates who also got up.

"Unfavorable start, forced into a dangerous situation, we have no way out, so we have to fight to the death!"

Liang Bing, who came close to him, was shoulder to shoulder, clenched the weapon in his hand, and looked at the constantly retreating and pushing Wei Bing in front of him, panting heavily, and when they were a few feet away, almost everyone opened their hands Gritting his teeth, he shouted hysterically, "Ah!"

"kill--"

With a wave of his sword, Chen Qingzhi rushed towards the Wei soldiers who were coming like a tide, and his subordinates ran wildly behind him, holding their weapons and overtaking their own generals, crashing into the rushing tide.

……

The sound of blood, flesh and weapons colliding spread far away. Chen Yuan watched the battlefield and jumped off the treetops. She bent down and picked up the mud on the ground and squeezed it into her hands, grinding it into powder and slowly flowing out from the gap between her fingers.

"Yellow Turban..."

With the thought together, with the whispering sound, the powder quickly formed a palm-sized clay figurine, with a raised figure, thick limbs, a straight face and thick beard.

"... Lux!"

The words came out from between the lips, and the ground that was originally overgrown with weeds, the soil turned up, turning into sculptures of clay figurines, extending densely to the left and right.

"rise!"

Chen Yuan raised her hand and waved it away, and the wide cuffs swept past with a breath of fresh air. The next moment, the body of the clay figurine gradually swelled in the wind and turned into a height of eight feet. cold light.

"Kill!" Chen Yuan said calmly.

……

In the distance, weapons collided with weapons and sparks were thrown out. Chen Qingzhi's long sword pressed against the knife edge of a soldier on the opposite side, pushed the opponent out a few steps, and suddenly lifted his foot to the opponent's lower abdomen. The door, blood splashed on his face immediately.

Looking around, the plastic surgery of the charge has been scattered, and there are fighting figures everywhere. Liang Bing, covered in blood, hugged an enemy and killed him. In a pool of blood.

The king of Beihai County on the other side of the big flag raised his whip and yelled in horror, telling all the Liang soldiers around him to go up and give him a chance to escape.

The corpse stretched for more than ten feet, all of which were bright red in color.

"Did you lose..."

Looking back, Chen Qingzhi looked at the seven or eight Wei soldiers in front of him holding up their long knives and staring at them, and he murmured in a low voice.

Then, he felt the ground shake under his feet.

Wei Bing was arrayed, and the old man also felt extraordinary at this moment. He slightly raised his face and looked through the gap between the crowd. Under the slanted dusk, there was something particularly eye-catching, like Faguang in the forest over there. There was a flash.

Many figures came out of the forest, lined up lined up with majestic physiques, they were particularly conspicuous.

Among the Wei soldiers on the outermost perimeter, whoever shouted first: "Liang Guo reinforcements!"

Numerous Wei soldiers were restless in the crowd, running around, and the generals and school leaders of each team turned in a hurry, gathered towards the forest field, looked at each other and watched the figures in the distance walk out of the forest, gathered on the hillside, and raised their weapons , when a dull voice sounded at a certain moment, countless figures wrapped in yellow scarves stepped forward, spreading down like a tide.

The mighty crowd lined up, gradually accelerated, and then ran wildly, without any formation, without any restraint. In a moment, the earth shook, and with a rumbling sound, it swept in like a torrent breaking a dam.

The Wei soldiers below opened their eyes wide, watching the countless tall figures rushing silently, they felt a chill all over their bodies, their scalps were numb and they set up their swordsmen, huddling together tremblingly to form a defensive formation.

It was a loud, unison roar: "Kill!" Thousands of yellow turban wrestlers erupted into a short roar, as if they were adding a violent momentum.

Then, the distance on both sides is shortened to zero.

Countless footsteps galloped and jumped up, and with their strong bodies and weapons, they slammed into the defensive phalanx. Flesh and flesh collided abruptly, like waves hitting a reef, and there was a series of booming sounds.

A yellow-turban wrestler running in the front didn't know how many people were beside him, he bumped into the slashing light of the knife, and the blade in his hand also slashed out, splashing blood.

The tall body pushed into the opponent's defense against the blade of a handle inserted into the body with a shattering sound. The muscles on his body swelled to the extreme, and Wei Bing in front was instantly pushed away by the huge and inhuman force.

Around, more figures were killed together, but their footsteps did not stop. They poured into the crowd behind fiercely through the gap, and swung their desperately dancing weapons forward, tearing the gap even wider. The sound of long soldiers and knives clashing ping-pong-pong lingered on the front line where the flesh and blood exploded.

Whether it was Chen Qingzhi, the Beihai County King who wanted to escape, or the old man in the Wei Army formation, they all stared at this scene with dumbstruck eyes.

The tide surged, pushing the phalanx of Wei soldiers, and directly killed them.