Up and down Xiao Pass, the corpses were scattered, the blood was flowing, and the broken arrows and broken knives were scattered everywhere, and it was a terrifying hellish scene. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Several sections of the city wall were stained red with blood, and before the first layer had time to dry, it would be paved with a new layer, layer upon layer, like red paint on the wall, and fall straight into the piles of corpses, and finally rot into blood-colored mud, trampled and splashed by successive Turkic warriors, exuding a bloody smell that could disturb anyone.

The Turkic warriors rushed to the city wall in a dense manner, and the terrifying situation was like a swarm of bees attaching to the nest, but it was magnified a thousand times and thousands of times, making people's scalps tingle.

There is never an end to killing, so that Feng Xiaoxiao does not dare to let go of his hands and feet at all, and can only kill people with the most effortless swordsmanship. There is no sword energy, and there is no vigorous sweeping, the pure sword pierces into the throat, killing people.

No one could stop his sword, and no one could hit him, and he swept back and forth on the city wall like a whirlwind, turning the living people who poured up the city wall into dead people, and then falling like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind.

The wind and snow are raging under the city wall, the Xuantie sword seems to be dipped in ink to get the tip of a brush, a stroke of the hook, is the withered vines and old trees, pieces of plum blossoms, the burning mountains are the background, the long skirt of the fish and dragon dancing is blank, the torches that rush to the city wall like a dragon, cut back and forth, looking down, as if cutting off the river.

Shi Fei Xuan was the most elegant, and every time the color sword in her hand was missing, three or five Turkic Great Khans staggered down the ladder, and at the same time brought down a dozen people and fell together.

At first, Feng Xiaoxiao didn't care, secretly thinking that this little beauty really had a fairy heart, paying attention to Buddhist compassion, and in this case, he actually refused to open the killing ring, but under his careful observation, he found that there was a lot of mystery in it, and he couldn't help but secretly think that the concubine Xuan was the one with the most ruthless means, more ruthless than him and Feng Xue, and much more ruthless.

Guy only cut off the blood of the Turks' legs with the tip of her sword, and this time she rolled down the ladder of the city wall, at least a dozen people fell to death, and the best result was to break a tendon and fracture, and she couldn't stand up for ten days and a half months.

And if one person falls, at least three people need to support and take care of him, which is far more likely to weaken the combat power and morale of the Turks than killing one person with a sword.

Although she did not directly deprive her of even a human life, it was far more of a headache for the Turks than killing.

Buddha's mouth and snake heart, nothing more than that!

After seeing through this, even Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel a chill, but soon he happily learned well, but he didn't greet the wind and snow under the gate, because the wind and snow killed people too quickly, just like waving a huge torch into the ant colony, and a large piece of death with a turn of his hand, he would drop ten times with one force, and playing tricks would drag him down.

On the opposite mountain peak fortress, not only Jieli was so shocked that his scalp was numb, but the servants were even more blue and white-lipped, and their bodies were soft, and they could hardly even hold the knife steadily.

Jie Li is the male lord of the grassland, and everyone around him is a warrior who broke out of the sea of corpses and blood, but no one has ever seen this kind of terrifying scene like grinding meat.

A few hours ago, if someone had said that only three people could stop his 100,000 iron horsemen, Jieli would only think it was a big joke, and then chop the man up and feed it to the wolf.

Weakness on the grassland is the original sin, and you can be bullied and ravaged at will.

Now Jieli didn't think the joke was funny at all, his face was pale, his fingertips were white, and he held the knife very tightly.

No one can not be afraid of meaningless death, and it is endless, without the slightest hope, and Jieli is of course no exception, but in the middle of the night, nearly a thousand people have been killed and wounded, which shows that the fierce battle is extremely fierce.

But Jieli really can't swallow this breath, if he leads an army of 100,000 but can't even take down just three people, and even runs away in fright, how can he still have the face to claim hegemony on the grassland in the future?

He could only make up his mind with hatred, even if he took human lives to fill the consumption, he would fill in Xiao Pass, and consume the three people who were not as strong as people to death, his eyes were fierce, he swung his knife and slashed forward, and shouted: "Above, I see how long you can be proud of Feng Xiaoxiao!" ”

The Khan's anger soon turned into a real terror, the drums of war beating, and the golden wolf banner, which had been standing still, waved wildly in the night wind, and began to advance rapidly along the winding mountain road.

In addition to Feng Xueshang, who rushed back and forth to kill after being locked up, Feng Xiaoxiao and Concubine Xuan both felt a lot of pressure.

The greatest pressure comes from the feathered arrows of incredible strength, and one piece at a time.

The strong bowstring suddenly became even louder, like thunder mixed with torrential rain, and the palpitating "boom" sound shook the whole world.

No one can ignore this incessant and precise rain of arrows...... No, it's a wall of arrows at all.

This is the combined force of nearly 100 people, and then amplified dozens of times by a strong bowstring, and then ejected.

Feng Xiaoxiao broke the arrow with his sword, as if he opened the feather arrow waterfall that fell straight in front of him, although it was like splashing water, but he retreated step by step, as if he was continuously nailed by a giant hammer, and was pressed against the final battlement wall, and the whole life was embedded in the wall, and the gravel flew fiercely.

Shi Concubine Xuan's situation was not much different from him, and she shouted: "Don't show your head, it's the condor archer of the Golden Wolf Army!" ”

Fortunately, due to the blockage of the battlement wall, the two were no longer out of the sight of the Condor Archer, but they could no longer suppress the city, and the Turkic warriors frantically poured up the city wall along several ladders, and their morale was greatly boosted for a while.

The hideous face, the excited roar, the shining scimitar, forced the suffocating breath of death.

Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly found that it was a mistake to use a sword on the battlefield, so he suddenly stood up and roared, throwing out the long sword that was pitted by the powerful arrow in his hand, bringing up blood-colored lightning, directly piercing nearly ten people, and then snatching a huge mace with his hand, raising his hand to swing.

Several people's brains burst out, and the corpses were swept upside down like light rags by the wind, and after hitting the people, they showed a huge power that was almost like a stone-throwing car, smashing out several pieces of crushed blood, and a large area of bloody land was suddenly vacated on the originally swarming city wall.

The Turkic warriors who rushed to the wall were stunned by the terrible scene in front of them.

Feng Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to jump into the crowd, and snatched a steel spear with his hand, and violently swirled, and a blood-spurting tornado suddenly descended on the city, and the bones of the fierce flying corpses in all directions pierced through any flesh and blood that collided without hindrance, and then brought a more bright red and bloody whirlwind.

Until the mace shattered to a handful of sawdust, until the steel spear was bent like a boiled noodle, the city was empty again.

There is no Turkic who can be taller than his waist, and the ground is covered with sticky broken bones and rotten flesh, like meat foam squeezed out by a meat grinder, and when stepped on it, it makes a piercing sound like a water bag leaking, which can make the hottest person feel cold.

After all the crazy killing, they finally broke the madman's guts, and the Turkic ghosts fled down the city crying wolf, and many people panicked, and they didn't have time to retreat from the ladder, so they simply jumped down from the high wall of more than ten feet, screaming and falling into flesh. (To be continued.) )