The raging fire seemed to be going crazy, flying around with the draft in the doorway, devouring everything without restraint.
The screams of men and horses, rising and falling with the dance of the flames, sounded somewhat distorted from a distance. The billowing smoke mixed with the smell of burnt flesh rolled rapidly, rushed out from the doorway, and covered the cavalry outside the city gate.
Not only in the doorway, but also in the large open space under the city tower, there was a fire. Wu Gen frantically plundered all the tung oil in Zhanliu City, mixed it with vegetation and buried it on the flat ground inside and outside the city gate.
Not only the west city gate, but also other city gates. For a time, the Cheng family's cavalry was in chaos. No matter how thick the armor is, no matter how sharp the weapon is, it can't stop the scorching fire.
Many people had flames on their bodies, like huge torches, and they screamed inhumanly and ran outside desperately.
Some people were smarter. Seeing that there were people and horses behind them and unable to escape, they simply rushed into the doorway, hoping to break through the fire barrier.
Because there is no fire in the city. The debris blocking the doorway has begun to become fragmented under the ravages of the fire. The cavalry rushed through these debris, and sparks flew up in the doorway, like a swarm of mosquitoes on the water in summer, constantly absorbing these cavalrymen. of sweat, blood, and even life.
After all, they were elite soldiers of the Cheng family, and soon some cavalry stepped on the flesh and blood of their own family members and broke through this barrier.
As soon as they got out of the sea of fire, they saw the young man holding a knife opposite him slamming the trigger of the crossbow on the bed in front of him, and the crossbow string as thick as a child's arm suddenly popped out.
Crossbow arrows more than six feet long were shot out and rushed into the narrow doorway. In such a cramped environment, the lethality of the crossbow arrows is amazing.
Often three or four people would be skewered on a crossbow arrow, flying around and hitting the people behind them heavily. Immediately afterwards, white arrows appeared in the doorway again, continuing to kill the cavalry.
There was a layer of red-hot armor and swords piled in the doorway. Their master had already died in the raging fire, forming a new layer of obstacles.
Wu Gen looked at the tragic situation in front of him coldly, and put down the Sky-shattering Bow in his hand. The clothes on his body were burnt to a crisp, and pieces would fall off if he shook it slightly.
He needs to conserve his energy. There are more people outside, so use the Sky-shattering Bow as little as possible. However, at this time, no one dared to rush into the purgatory of the doorway. The cavalry would rather endure the burning pain and flee outside.
Soon, no one could be seen outside the city gate except the burning corpses. Wu Gen lightly jumped onto the city wall and looked outside.
The Cheng family's cavalry had already rushed back two hundred steps away. Those who luckily did not enter the scene of the fire were helping their robes to fight the fire.
Water and fire are merciless, let alone adding fuel to the fire. Regardless of cultivation level, regardless of status, they are all turned into piles of black charcoal.
A fire killed and injured more than a hundred people in the Cheng family. Staring at Zhanliu City opposite, Cheng Liang's hands were trembling and his eyes were gradually becoming bloodshot.
Thick smoke drifted over the city wall, deforming the young man's figure on the wall, making him look like a demon in hell.
The wind brought a strange smell, with a hint of sweetness from refined lard in the stench. Hulan Fuyan stood in the crowd, his face gradually turning pale.
Finally, he couldn't help but jumped off the horse, squatted on the ground and vomited. Cheng Jie looked ugly, looking at Cheng Liang who was already furious, and quietly backed away.
He knew that he had to find a scapegoat for today's incident. This unlucky guy couldn't be Cheng Liang, let alone Hulan Fuyan. He was the only one with the lowest status of a businessman.
However, Cheng Liang was so filled with anger that he didn't notice Cheng Jie's little move. When I led the troops out this time, I originally thought it was just a simple suppression of bandits, but I didn't expect that so many lives would be lost in the blink of an eye.
How should I explain to the head of the family after I return? No wonder this useless trash is not welcome in the Hulan family. Looking at Hulan Fuyan who was still vomiting behind him, Cheng Liang cursed in his heart and suppressed the urge to chop him down.
"Bring me my gun." Cheng Liang shouted as he watched the flames near the city gate gradually extinguish, and two soldiers came to his side carrying his gun.
The body of this gun is jet black with golden water patterns on it, and the head of the gun is two feet long. Because the gun body is quite heavy, special horses are usually required to carry the gun.
Turning his head to look at the setting sun, which was already fading over the western mountains, Cheng Liang knew that he could only charge once more before dark. It would be fine if he could capture his opponent. If he could not capture his opponent, it would be easier to injure his own people in a dark melee.
Moreover, there was only one opponent and it was easy to escape in the chaos, so this time he decided to charge in person.
"Come with me." Cheng Liang gave the order and took the lead in urging the horse to run towards the city gate. Behind them, everyone except the wounded and those caring for the wounded followed closely and charged.
Wu Gen stood on the city wall with an indifferent expression, staring coldly at Cheng Liang who was rushing at the front. Downstairs, Zhuo Ke and others had already rushed over, driving a group of onlookers to throw a lot of debris into the still unbearably hot doorway, almost blocking the entire doorway.
Soon, Cheng Liang arrived only thirty steps away from the city wall. The tip of the gun touched the ground a little, and the whole person flew up from the horse.
The sharp spear tip squeezed away the air, revealing a bit of cold light, like a long dragon piercing Wu Gen on the city wall.
Wu Gen also jumped up from the top of the wall, holding a knife in both hands, bending backwards behind him, like a bow waiting to be fired, and rushed towards Cheng Liang.
Cheng Liang's spear was three feet long, while Wu Gen's broken sword was only three feet long. As the saying goes, one inch is longer and one inch is stronger. It seemed unwise to collide with each other like this.
Seeing that the two were about to meet, Wu Gen suddenly turned his body and missed the spear. The broken knife changed to slashing instead of dragging. The friction between the blade and the gun barrel produced a stream of sparks, and he slashed towards Cheng Liang against the gun barrel.
Cheng Liang snorted coldly, and gently twisted the right hand holding the handle of the gun, and the gun body suddenly rotated. The red tassel at the head of the gun also rotated, and a stream of red fireballs shot out, rumbling towards Wu Gen.
Crossing his arms to protect his vitals, Wu Gen retreated quickly, his sleeves completely burned away.
When the flames in front of him dissipated, he saw that Cheng Liang had already chased him, stabbing with his spear, and a white light shot out from the tip of the spear, pointing directly at Wu Gen's face.
Wu Gen's heart was filled with fear. This man's spears were quite strange and he was good at long-range attacks. It was really difficult to guard against him. If he cannot attack at close range and is limited by the broken sword, he will inevitably be at a disadvantage.
With a sigh of relief, Wu Gen twisted his body violently, almost turning in a straight line to avoid the oncoming white light.
The white light shot out from afar and hit the west city gate. After a loud noise, half of the watchtower collapsed. It was so strong that Wu Gen secretly took a breath of air, but did not dare to approach rashly again.
He reached out to take down the Sky-shattering Bow, grabbed the string with his left hand, bit the bow string with his teeth and pulled hard, and the white arrow went straight towards the opponent.
Cheng Liang had already seen the power of this strange bow, so he didn't dare to neglect it. He flicked the spear and knocked the arrow aside.
A bright light appeared in the sky, and Cheng Liang felt a tingling sensation in his hands, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
No wonder he killed so many people in his family, this arrow is indeed extraordinary. Moreover, the figure of the thief leader opposite him must be too fast. He could turn freely in the air, and he could not keep up with him at all.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and another arrow flew over and exploded beside him. Then came the second and third branches.
In the air, Cheng Liang blocked left and right, finally protecting his whole body. However, the successive explosions made his energy and blood float a little.
If you can't find a way to counterattack, your opponent will wear you out even if you are so exhausted. Just as he was thinking about how to respond, another arrow flew towards him.
It's not over. Cheng Liang is quite annoyed by his opponent's rogue methods. The tip of the spear swung sharply, pushing away the arrows in front of him.
After a dazzling flash, Cheng Liang couldn't help but blinked. Just as he was about to fall back to the ground and think about other options, Wu Gen suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, holding the knife high in both hands and slashing towards his head.
Cheng Liang couldn't help but be shocked when it happened so quickly. He placed the spear above his head with both hands and received the opponent's powerful and heavy blow.
Dong-dong-dong, like a sledgehammer hitting the barrel of a gun, one hammer after another, the force is getting stronger and stronger.
Cheng Liang's gun barrel, which was made of fine iron and mixed with a lot of secret gold, was unexpectedly bent by a light broken knife, and an obvious gap appeared on the gun body.
Whoosh, Cheng Liang finally failed to withstand Wu Gen's heavy blow, and the spear flew out of his hand and landed far away on the ground.
Wu Gen was overjoyed when he saw this. The opponent had lost his weapon, and his own weakness of breaking the sword was gone. Now it was easier to fight.
With a thought in his mind, the broken knife changed from cutting to strangling, and it grazed towards the opponent's neck. At this moment, a layer of gray-white smoke appeared on Cheng Liang's body, covering his whole body like a layer of armor.
If the smoke has substance, if a broken knife enters it, it will be as weak as cutting into a pile of fishing nets. Moreover, Wu Gen felt that the smoke seemed to have a suction force, and the broken knife actually seemed to be caught in it.
No, this is Cheng Liang's potential field. Unexpectedly, he turned his potential field into the form of armor.
Wu Gen was anxious, and he grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, trying to pull the broken knife out of the gray mist. Cheng Liang smiled ferociously and punched Wu Gen in the face.
The two were so close, so how could they avoid it? Wu Gen had no choice but to let go of the broken knife and cross his arms in front of him to block the fatal blow.
A humanoid figure appeared in the smoke. Judging from his facial features, he looked quite similar to Cheng Liang. The figure circled around Cheng Liang's back, still holding Wu Gen's broken knife in his hand, as if Cheng Liang was carrying someone on his back.
It turns out that this thing controlled his sword, Wu Gen thought to himself. The body fell rapidly from the air, but his arms were still in front of him.
Cheng Liang followed closely behind, firing from left and right with his bow. The two of them hit the ground all the way from the air. When they were about to hit the ground, Wu Gen tried his best to activate the wind inscription. His body was slightly separated from Cheng Liang in the electric light and flint, and he landed heavily on the ground.
Next to him, dust was everywhere and gravel was flying, but Cheng Liang couldn't hold back the momentum for a moment and actually fell directly into the soil, so that a human-shaped pit appeared on the ground.
Enduring the severe pain in his body, Wu Gen put his hands on the ground and turned over, jumped over the pit and punched him one after another.
In an instant, the two men were in different positions, and it was Wu Gen who was attacking. On the hard ground, with the two people as the center, as Wu Gen's fist fell, the ground continued to rise and fall, and cracks appeared in the land within a radius of ten feet.
Ah, a howl like a wild beast came from the pit, and a cold light flashed. A figure that looked similar to Cheng Liang, but with a gray face jumped out of the pit, holding a broken knife and attacking Wu Gen.
Martial spirit, Wu Gen secretly screamed in his heart, his feet touched the ground, and his body quickly swept back. The figure refused to give up and chased after him with a knife.
However, with the broken knife in his hand, it was always a little awkward to dance with it. Every time he slashed at Wu Gen, the broken knife would always move a little farther away.
Wu Gen silently stared at the figure rushing towards him, always keeping a close distance from his opponent. Soon, people and shadows moved away from the pit just now.
"Not coming back yet." Wu Gen suddenly yelled. Following his voice, the broken knife in the figure's hand trembled rapidly, and the black blade became hot. The figure finally lost control and the broken knife fell out of his hand.
At this moment, Wu Gen stepped forward, lowered his body, and was already behind the figure. He caught the broken knife before it hit the ground, twisted his wrist, and the broken knife struck the figure's back diagonally.
After a sharp scream, the almost severed figure squirmed, and the body recovered again, but it was even darker. It turned around and ran towards Cheng Liang.
Injuring ten of his fingers is like cutting off one of his fingers. Although the martial soul seems to have no substance, it is actually composed of human blood. As long as the martial soul is destroyed, Cheng Liang, as the main body, will inevitably suffer heavy injuries.
How could Wu Gen let go of such an opportunity? He turned around and stood in front of Wu Po. The black sword glow cut the figure in half with one strike.
