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Now that the sun is above the trees, it should have been the busiest time in the market.

The court yuan side spreads the leg Ya Zi to run forward, side looked left and right.

There was no one on the road, only the dust left by the soldiers and horses coming and going.

The dust was blown up by the wind and rolled forward under his feet, as if to race against him.

Tingyuan ran to the front battlefield, just as someone was carrying a stretcher to this side.

Tingyuan saw the man lying on the stretcher with the same clothes under his armor. He recognized that the man was the bodyguard of Yan's house.

"Well, it happens that you are here. Take care of him." When the stretcher bearer saw his clothes, he patted him on the shoulder and asked him to stay here. "I have to carry other wounded people."

With that, the man ran away.

Tingyuan looked at the wounded and found that the man was seriously injured, with several knife and arrow wounds on his body, and he was in a coma.

Ting yuan looked around again. He saw that all the injured people were out of breath and could not open their eyes. He did not know whether they were exhausted or dying.

The sound of fighting outside the city gate is deafening. The sound of sword friction, flesh and blood collision, and the sound of bows and arrows leaving the string compose a vivid War documentary song.

Suddenly, Tingyuan heard TingYang's voice and seemed to be calling for Yanhuai.

Ting yuan looked around and took the armor from the man lying in front of him.

He put on his helmet, looked down at the unconscious man and said, "I'm sorry, brother. I'm going to help you with your armor."

With that, Tingyuan strode toward the gate.

He picked up a sword casually from the ground, mixed into a wave of soldiers rushing towards the gate of the city, and went out of the gate.

Outside the city gate, there were people fighting and entangled.

Tingyuan nimbly avoided the enemy's swords and killed several enemies with his instinct and the fighting power he had just been given.

Yan Huai's red cloak is particularly conspicuous in the battlefield where there is black blood everywhere.

Tingyuan killed the enemy all the way, holding the long sword in his hand. He became more and more famous in his posture of turning or sweeping.

He kicked open an enemy with one foot, the sword pulled out from the enemy's chest, and brought out the gushing blood.

Hot blood splashed on his side, and a few drops fell on his face.

The court yuan, who used to dislike dirty and tired, didn't have any blood on his body. He went forward bravely and ran in the direction of Yan Huai.

Suddenly, something was reflected by the sunlight, shaking Tingyuan's eyes.

He looked around and saw a silver black arrow flying towards Yanhuai from the back of the tree trunk not far away.

At that moment, Tingyuan's brain was empty, and he rushed to the past, standing behind Yan Huai to help him block the arrow.

Court yuan did not even have time to feel the arrow into the body of the pain, in front of the dark down.

Hearing the familiar bell sound, Yan Huai turned to look, but only saw a messy battlefield.

The bell was so familiar.

However, this is a battlefield, and Yan Huai is not allowed to make mistakes for a moment.

He was distracted for a moment, and almost half of his shoulder was cut off.

Yan Huaiyang rushed up with the sword in his hand, stepped on the man's shoulder, hooked his neck, twisted his feet, and then flew to the trapped fox soldiers.

The battle did not end until late in the evening.

Yanhuai breathed heavily and stood on the ground, looking at the corpses all over the ground, and the general of the wolf clan who was caught by him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The sun is setting.

The wolf clan wanted to hit them one at a time, but they didn't want to be wiped out.

What Yanhuai didn't know was that one of the reasons why these wolves didn't have reinforcements was that the wolf king had found a strong and powerful successor in line with his will.

The new wolf king was the first to deal with the Xiulin family, who abetted the expedition of the fox tribe.

The wolf clan will no longer send troops, and the fox clan will naturally have no enemy.

"Childe TingYang strode to Yan Huai side, "are you ok?"

Yan Huai shook the blood on his hand and shook his head, "it's OK. I've been hurt a little. Tell them to go down and tidy up all the brothers who died in the war, and check whether there is anyone left to breathe. If you can save them, you must bring them back. "

TingYang agreed.

Yan Huai turned to the gate of the city.

In the sunset, his red cloak was worn out, but his pace was still steady.

With blood all over his body, he planned to go back to pass a smoke message to Tingyuan.

Now, he must be scolding him angrily in the house?