In the array, the Arhat fell to the ground one after another, the little giant-like King Kong was exhausted, and the Bodhisattva pulled out the blood-stained willow branch from the jade bottle and sprinkled it on the Arhat who fell to the ground, however, the Arhat did not get up from the ground as he expected, but remained motionless.

The blood-stained willow branches obviously did not take effect.

As the culprit, it is naturally the ghost crying. He can guarantee that each knife will really kill these pieces of meat completely, and this scene has occurred.

The big black horse once again made a slight contact with this group of arhats with a ghost cry, and in the rolling head, the big black horse turned over and kicked a pounced arhat away, and then the speed did not decrease, and shook off the rushing King Kong.

With a bang, the earth cracked, and the adamantine iron rod looked at the back of the big black horse expressionlessly, and then chased after it again in vain.

Boom!

The bell rang in the county town, and the Arhat King Kongs paused slightly, crying in the face of ghosts, and retreated in unison.

Wuyuan has already discovered that in the face of the ghost cry on horseback, his army of arhats is naturally restrained, so he does not intend to fight with the ghost cry like this again, but is determined to defend it to the death.

Devil Cry also began to retreat, and the big black horse chased the wind, leaving behind the waves of golden arrows and burrowing into the pale woods.

On the tall building, the Buddha-like statue stood without a chance to hold the bell, looking at the city gate, and his eyes seemed to have seen the ghost crying through the city wall.

"Amitabha, good, good. So he said this, and sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning on the bell.

It's not that he's lazy, it's that he wants to save his energy in this way. The demonized version of King Kong, Bodhisattva, and Arhat in an entire county town is not so easy to control.

The ghost cried and made peace with Wang Sanniang, and Wang Sanniang looked reverent: "No wonder you have such confidence." ”

At this time, Wang Sanniang also had confidence.

She calculated carefully, and the ghost cried back and forth and killed twelve times, and a total of forty-three Arhats were eliminated. And it took him less than a quarter of an hour to do this.

This kind of efficiency, such means, she can't help but be unconvinced.

Although it is still difficult to kill the missing one, at least there is hope.

At present, there is no chance to only tend to be defensive, and once you get out of the city, you will be a target. And as soon as the number of people out of the city is large, the defense in the city will inevitably have flaws, which is equivalent to giving the ghost a chance to cry.

But the problem now is that there is no chance to defend with a dead heart, and it is difficult to find an opportunity for Devil Cry.

At the city gate, with a creaking sound, the city gate slowly closed, and the drawbridge was hoisted.

In fact, in the suspension bridge, it doesn't matter if it is hung up or not, this county has a moat, but unfortunately, the water in the moat is frozen for more than three feet, and the thick layer of ice is stronger than the suspension bridge, and the entire moat has become a wide small pit, which plays a small role for the big dark horse that can be almost ignored.

But even so, they still hoisted the drawbridge, and it was obvious that they were very cautious.

The ghost cried and got off the horse, and Wang Sanniang asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"Next, you follow Da Hei to help get their attention, and I will sneak in, wait for the opportunity to assassinate, and try to deal with him tonight. ”

Wang Sanniang was stunned again: "This, this is too reckless." ”

"Not recklessly. "You are frightened by their numbers, they are not as strong as you think. Those arhats are athletic, but they are stronger than ordinary soldiers, they have no armor, they only rely on a layer of gold skin on the outside, and their defense is limited. Those bodhisattvas have some special abilities, but they are slow to react, slow to be athletic, and are just lambs to the slaughter. As for King Kong, he is huge and has brute strength, but unfortunately his speed is slower, his reaction is good, and he is less troublesome, but that's all. And they acted as one, they defended like tight, but with less variation, it was an opportunity for me. ”

After saying that, the ghost cried and sat on the root of the tree, Lhasa covered his cheeks with a hat, and leaned against the trunk of the tree to close his eyes and recuperate.

Wang Sanniang opened her mouth, and she didn't know how to say it. Yes, Devil Cry makes a lot of sense, it's simple for Ghost Cry, but for her, it's just a fantasy.

Sure enough, are powerful people so willful?

couldn't help but feel a little more lost in Wang Sanniang's heart. Before, she was the tyrant here, but now, she seems so burdensome.

Is Wang Sanniang weak?

In fact, she is not weak, at least three or five big blacks alone are not her opponents, and she can be beaten by her one hand on the ground.

But in the face of the hordes of Arhat King Kong in the city, she was dwarfed, far inferior to the big dark horse.

Why?

Experience matters, he has never faced such a situation, and Dahei has already killed on the battlefield I don't know how many back and forth.

On the battlefield, what the big dark horse is most afraid of is a frontal tragic battle. That's really unreasonable, the spears on both sides are like a forest, the arrows are like rain, the big shield is like a wall, and I don't know how many people fall for every breath, which is the real fate of life and death. No matter how strong you are, people are crowded shoulder to shoulder, you can't move, you can only move forward, dodge and move into a joke, countless guns poked over, and you can only hit the tip of the gun, praying in your heart for God's blessing and praying that the armor is strong enough.

The second thing to be afraid of is the dark arrow, especially the kind of unintentional dark arrow, which is the so-called stray arrow. I don't know how many people have died on this, and it can be said that it is impossible to prevent it.

And now in the face of this group of Arhats, it relies on its speed to do whatever it wants, and does not fight them head-on at all, and the so-called stray arrows do not exist at all, their discipline is too good, and the archery skills are not too good, but every time they shoot they must be uniform, it is too easy to dodge for an old fritter like Da Hei.

In fact, the crux of the problem is still here. Wuyuan used to be a fierce general on the battlefield, but he was not the kind of general who was good at commanding, but relying on military equipment, riding a big horse, and charging into battle with twenty or thirty people, he really had no experience in commanding infantry, plus the county town had the most experience in war, that is, an old catcher, and in his memory, the most was the cooperation of several people, so the entire battle formation seemed rigid and insufficient.

The sky was getting dark, and the blood red on the edge of the sky was completely gone, and the earth was plunged into darkness.

In the county seat, red light alternates with golden light, and many places fall into a daylight, which can be said to be brightly lit.

The ghost cry that slept against the tree like a stone sculpture began to move, and with the breathing and shaking of the muscles, the blood flowed, and the frozen limbs slowly warmed up and regained their flexibility.

A few people came to the edge of the woods, observing the city wall a hundred steps away, and the ghost cried and calculated in his heart, and said, "Even if it is a piece of meat, you have to rest at night!"

Wang Sanniang looked at the ghost crying in surprise: "Where did you see it?"

"Don't you notice that the people on the walls are a little sparse. ”

Wang Sanniang observed carefully, and then shook her head, she really didn't see it. Because of the darkness of the night, the golden light on the walls was even greater, and she felt that there seemed to be more people.

"Later, what should I do?" The first time she did this kind of thing, even after living for 400 years, Wang Sanniang was a little nervous. What if something goes wrong and kills the ghost crying?

"Just follow Dahei, it's a veteran and knows how to do it. ”

Wang Sanniang was a little relieved, and she had witnessed Da Hei's ability.

After another period of time, Wang Sanniang was already a little unable to hold on: "When will we act?"

Ghost Cry looked at the sky: "Don't worry. ”

Wang Sanniang had no choice but to press it down and suppress the boiling blood in her chest. The wildness in his body began to raise his head slightly. The instinct to hunt made her eager to try.

After some more time, a strong wind suddenly arose. The trees swayed, and the snow brushes down from the canopy.

Snowflakes the size of rice grains fell from the sky, swept by the wind, and flew wildly.

And at this moment, the ghost cried and slapped the big black ass, and the big black horse didn't hesitate for a minute, and swooped out.

Wang Sanniang was stunned for a moment, let out a suppressed roar, and then turned into a colorful tiger and rushed out with the big black horse.

A horse and a tiger were as fast as lightning, and they quickly approached the city wall in the snow.

Suddenly, the golden light bloomed on the city wall, and the rain of arrows pierced the flying snow and fell in unison.