Seeing the figure of the person who came like a demon god, and feeling the terrifying power hidden in that body, even Yang Chengxiong felt a thrill.

Master, this is a peerless master!

All the people on the battlefield couldn't help but look at this incomparable figure.

Is it friend or foe?

People on both sides are secretly waiting for answers.

"Where are the night raiders?"

That's right, the owner of this majestic figure is Zhang Liao.

Since receiving the appointment of General Pingdong, Zhang Liao has rushed ahead with 800 night raiders under his command.

As for the remaining 10,000 Tang Dynasty blood guards and 100,000 elite soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty, they were led by the four deputy generals appointed by Li Chengqian, Lu Fang, Guo Sheng, Tong Wei, and Tong Meng, marching day and night, and speeding up.

"The subordinates are here!"

A mere 800 night raiders attacked the warriors, and the power of the shout was no worse than that of the millions of heroes of the Gale Dynasty.

"If the heart is integrated with the soul of the army, condense!"

"No. ”

Suddenly, an ink-colored halberd manifested, and the halberd was like an ancient artifact, majestic and domineering!

Shenwei was overwhelming, and he was so angry that everyone on the battlefield shivered unconsciously.

The halberd was psychic, ready to go, and under Zhang Liao's order, with the momentum of thunder and infinite rage, it rushed headlong into the center of the Gale Dynasty army.

"Quick, form an iron bucket formation, surround this army soul, and when it is exhausted, it can be captured in one fell swoop!"

The old man is worthy of being the old handsome, although he doesn't understand how this military soul is condensed for the time being, but he still sees the flaws at a glance.

The power of the Euphorbia Army Soul is so against the sky, it is impossible to be without flaws, and if it is artificially condensed, it will definitely be exhausted.

It's just that before this halberd is exhausted, how many lives will be needed to fill it?

Yang Chengxiong seems to have subconsciously ignored this problem, but in fact, he didn't want to think about it, let alone estimate it!

Before Yang Chengxiong could speak, it had already begun to kill wantonly.

However, in just a few breaths, there were no living people around the euphorbia.

The halberd is like the purgatory messenger from hell, there are no whole corpses in the places it passes, maybe only the countless cold stumps and broken arms on the ground can prove that the halberd slaughtered people are human......

In this situation, Rao is the hundred-battled lion of the Gale Wind Dynasty can't help but turn pale, terrifying, terrifying!

What kind of dynasty is their Gale Wind Dynasty fighting against, first the guards of Iron Mountain City, who are not afraid of life and death, and who are going to die together.

Now, we have to face the soul of the Euphorbia Army transformed by these 800 night raiding warriors, and the Euphorbia is completely as terrifying as the devil, making people unable to resist at all!

Fortunately, the army of the Gale Wind Dynasty is all veterans of a hundred battles, and they are even commanded by the veteran Yang Chengxiong, which is not at the same level as Li Tianba's more than 200,000 soldiers before.

After experiencing the initial fear and despair, the soldiers of the Gale Wind Dynasty rose up and formed a battle of iron buckets with an endless sea of people.

Under the encouragement of the old commander, the veterans of the Gale Wind Dynasty generously went to death in order to drag this devil army soul to death, and went forward one after another, and regretted the army soul halberd with their own flesh and blood.

Half an hour had passed, and the ink-colored halberd had long since lost its true face, but the blood on it was like a prison, and the bloody aura ruled the entire battlefield.

It's a pity that this halberd is humanized after all, and it can't never stop like a machine.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this blood-colored halberd is already at the end of its powerful crossbow, and its power is much weaker than before.

When the halberd just rushed to kill, it was within ten zhang, and it was injured when it was touched, and it was killed when it was next to it.

Now, the scope of this terrifying slaughter can only be maintained for less than three feet.

"Night attack warriors, retreat!" What the enemy can see, how can Zhang Liao, as the main general, not know?

With a loud shout, he ordered to retreat.

"Iron Bucket Formation, Close, Leave it for me!"

Just kidding, in just this short period of half an hour, the number of dead in the Gale Wind Dynasty was no less than 200,000, how could he, Yang Chengxiong, let it go!

Moreover, at this time, the army of the Gale Wind Dynasty was united in their hearts and hated the same enemy, even if Yang Chengxiong wanted to let go, he was afraid that it would be difficult to convince the public.

"Hmph, look for death!" Zhang Liao smiled disdainfully at the Gale Dynasty army that was struggling to encircle.

The tiger is still threatening, how can the ants shake the sky?

As a half-step supreme-level class, if it is so easily exterminated, it does not deserve to be called supreme, not even a half-step.

"The blood halberd turns into a dragon, and the military soul is immortal!"

The words are sonorous, the sound enters the sky, and the universe is shocked!

A blood-colored dragon phantom appeared in the sky, hovering and soaring, unparalleled in might!

For a while, the masters of the surrounding countries turned their eyes to this place, but their strength was not enough to travel endless distances to observe this battle.

Therefore, one order after another was issued, and the spies of all forces rushed to Iron Mountain City frantically, trying to find the source of this terrifying existence.

"It's not good, the army retreats quickly, retreats quickly!"

With a sigh in his heart, the old handsome Yang Chengxiong suddenly felt bad, a terrifying aura was rapidly permeating the entire battlefield, it seemed to be the breath of death!

"Hmph, where to run!"

This move is a forbidden move for night raiders, and once it is used, there is no possibility of recovery in half a year.

At such a great price, how could Zhang Liao be willing to let these people of the Gale Dynasty flee.

Zhang Liao's evil qi gathered around him, and a wall of air shields formed by the condensation of halberd qi on top of the halberd had already taken shape.

"Go!"

This wall of air shields was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and as soon as it landed, it made an earth-shattering noise, panicking like a heavenly gate suppressing it, and cutting off the retreat path of the Gale Wind Dynasty's army.

Hundreds of thousands of veterans of the Gale Wind Dynasty were like caged beasts, with no way to escape, so they had to tremble and face the blood-colored dragon phantom.

The blood-colored dragon kept colliding as recklessly as drunk, and even those general-level figures were hit by this dragon, they could only end up in pieces.

With the sharp increase in the number of deaths, the blood-colored dragon absorbed the endless blood qi at the same time, its aura became stronger and stronger, and its body gradually condensed, faintly as if it had the invincible power above the god.

"Yang's Heavenly Sword, kill everything!"

Yang Chengxiong couldn't hold back any longer, the majesty of the old handsome, and the coach who couldn't be moved lightly, all of them were left behind by him at this moment.

At this moment, he only knew that he wanted to save those veterans of a hundred battles, and he wanted to rescue the soldiers of the Gale Wind Dynasty, and they couldn't fall here!

This knife is Yang Chengxiong's full blow, and the strength of the old handsome Yang Chengxiong's fivefold god is not just talking.

A knife strikes out, like a stone piercing through the air, and the power is endless.

The sword and the wall of air shields collided violently, and after several encounters, both of them quietly disappeared.

"Soldiers, run!"

Yang Chengxiong's momentum locked on Zhang Liao to prevent Zhang Liao from striking again.

And the army of the Gale Wind Dynasty, which had a back road, surged backwards like a tide.

If they had a choice, they would not want to come here again in this life to fight and face such a god-like existence.

And on the city wall, Tie Mo, who had long been exhausted, witnessed all this with his own eyes, and his eyes showed a hint of relief.

"Datang, Wansheng!"