The city gate is broken, the army is on the move, and Yancheng is within easy reach.
He succeeded in one battle, became famous all over the world, and his name went down in history.
Xia Houlou, the commander of the rebel army, looked at the bright and open gate of Yancheng and felt his blood boiling. His eyes were bloodshot with excitement and his body was shaking violently uncontrollably. His fiery eyes turned towards Wei Ziyan who was charging towards him, and in an instant he was as cold as a knife.
How could this rare and excellent fighter jet be delayed because of one person?
Even for the prince of Wei, that would not work.
Anyone who dares to block the army will be killed without mercy!
Xiahoulou issued orders to the messengers, who immediately waved their flags to convey the commander's orders to the army, and all the eight-pointed Zhuxian heavy crossbows were aimed at Wei Ziyu.
"We are the generals of the Wei Dynasty. We are ordered by the King of Wei to kill the traitor Su Hanlin and regain the territory of the Wei Dynasty!"
"My lord, please sheath your sword!"
"Your Majesty, sheath your sword!"
"Your Majesty!"
"kill!"
Xia Houlou wrapped his voice with his true energy and shouted to Wei Ziyan. I thought that after revealing his identity, Wei Ziyi would be shocked and immediately rein in his horse and sheath his sword, but unexpectedly, Wei Ziyi ignored him.
So he issued three warnings in succession. Seeing that Wei Ziyi still ignored him, he couldn't help but glared angrily and issued an order to kill him.
"The courage of an ordinary man, trying to block the attack of a million troops. How stupid and ridiculous!" Xiahou Lou looked at Wei Ziyu and sneered repeatedly. He slowly raised his arm to raise an orange command flag, which was the command flag for commanding the Eight-Axiled Immortal Killing Crossbow. The tragic scene of Wei Ziyi's intestines and stomach being torn apart and his body shattered by the Eight-Acorned Immortal Killing Crossbow already appeared in his mind.
Five hundred steps!
Three hundred steps!
One hundred steps!
Wei Ziyan and the charging army were about to collide. Everyone watching the battle in Yancheng subconsciously held their breath and clenched their fists.
boom!
Wei Ziyan rode alone, holding a blood-drinking sword, and plunged into the charging army.
The battle line stretched for more than ten miles from east to west, like a mountain torrent and a tsunami. Wei Ziyan looked so small in front of it, like a grain of sand thrown into it. However, the sand that was thought to be swallowed up instantly without causing any ripples was overturned by an unstoppable flash flood and tsunami.
But when he saw his sword slashing out, it seemed to cut through the void for more than ten miles, tearing into pieces and flying away all the infantry rushing at the front, and a dazzling line of blood for ten miles suddenly broke into the sight of everyone on the Yancheng wall. This shocking scene stopped their brains from thinking.
The corpses, severed arms and people that were thrown away were like stones thrown from the Yancheng city wall. They crashed into the military formation behind with a strong collision force, and for a moment people were turned upside down.
The rhythm of the army's attack was instantly disrupted, and the speed suddenly slowed down.
In front of Wei Ziyan, there was no one alive within a hundred steps, and everyone in his sight was shocked and backed away. He grabbed the wine bag hanging from his waist, raised his head and drank heavily, then swallowed it with the blood gushing out from his throat.
One sword cuts ten miles, and strong wine fills the heart of sorrow.
"Kill!" Wei Ziyan threw away the wine bag, rode his horse and charged towards the commander's chariot with ten thousand troops in it.
The purpose is obvious, he wants all the troops to take the enemy general's head.
Xia Houlou's eyes were about to burst, and he yelled with red eyes: "Don't be restrained by him, continue to attack, and take down Yancheng in one go! If he wants to die, then let him come!"
Dong dong dong——
The war drums beat urgently, and the turbulent army immediately regrouped and headed towards Yancheng. Siege chariots followed closely.
Wei Ziyan was like a sharp sword inserted into the enemy's body, piercing the enemy's heart. If you want to hold back a million-strong army on your own, and on such a long front on a wide flat land, there is only one way, and that is to kill the commander-in-chief of the three armies and let the army fall into disarray.
One man, one sword and one horse, charging rampant among millions of troops, it was like entering a deserted land, and the God of War was only like this when he came to the world.
Xiahoulou looked at Wei Ziyan, who was rushing towards him like a demon. His right arm raised high trembled uncontrollably, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to let the fear in his heart overcome his reason.
He knew that Wei Ziyi was extremely brave. Otherwise, how could he have broken through the gates of the imperial capital fifty-eight years ago, and how could he have broken down the six gates of Yancheng today? Therefore, he wanted to put Wei Ziyu close to him and enter the Eight-Jiao Immortal Killing Heavy Crossbow. The strongest killing range.
The orange flag is trembling, but it cannot be waved down yet. We have to wait.
The forward of the army was still three hundred steps away from the city wall of Yancheng, and Wei Ziyi was still five hundred steps away from the commander's chariot. But the people on the Yancheng wall were all focused on Wei Ziyu, completely ignoring the enemy troops that had arrived in front of them.
At a distance of five hundred steps, everyone who had seen Wei Ziyan's magical powers knew that this was already within his killing range, so they all stared at it without blinking, waiting for the wonderful moment to come.
Five hundred steps, four hundred steps, three hundred steps——
Xiahoulou's body was soaked with cold sweat, but the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily, with a happy smile on his face.
As a warrior loyal to the Wei Dynasty, his greatest wish in his life is to kill Wei Ziyu, a traitor who was seeking glory for the Wei Dynasty. Today, he will not only capture Yancheng in one battle and be famous throughout the ages, but his wish will come true and he will kill Wei Ziyu. This was so satisfying that it made him extremely happy.
"Wei Ziyi, fifty-eight years ago you betrayed the enemy and sought glory, single-handedly ruined the country of Wei, and became the most powerful lackey under the thief Su Hanlin. Today, you want to single-handedly destroy the Wei army, which has endured humiliation and endured hardship for decades before it regained its strength. , you are truly a traitor to the Wei family, Su Hanlin’s most loyal lackey."
"Wei Ziyan, you are an unfaithful, unfilial, and unjust dog thief. Your father was forced by Su Hanlin to kill himself with a sword. Your mother was humiliated by the dog thief and had to throw herself into a well to save her reputation. You won't have anything to do tonight. Have you ever had a nightmare? Didn’t the two elders come to you and ask you to remove your bones and return flesh and blood? "
Xia Houlou cursed loudly and tried to disrupt Wei Ziyu's will.
puff--
Wei Ziyan opened his mouth and spit out a blood arrow. He didn't take the words Xiahou Lou said in front of him at all, but the words "remove bones and return flesh and return blood" directly hit his soul and made his rock-hard heart tremble suddenly.
The orange flag held high in Xiahoulou's hand finally waved it down hard. More than thirty octagonal Zhuxian heavy crossbows that were ready to go fired at the same time. The huge crossbow arrows reflected the cold light in the sun. , turned into a stream of light and shot toward Wei Ziyan.
It has to be said that Xiahoulou is very scheming, attacking the heart first and then killing people, killing people will kill the heart!
The crossbow arrow penetrated Wei Ziyan's body, and a cloud of blood mist burst into the air.
Xia Houlou raised the corners of his mouth proudly, staring at Wei Ziyan's ruined body that was riddled with holes without blinking, feeling very happy.
boom!
Suddenly, an explosion sounded in front of him. Xiahoulou's pupils trembled. He saw a handsome war horse wearing golden armor suddenly burst into his field of vision. He raised his hooves and placed a sand table, map, flag and other things in front of him. The podium was trampled to pieces. On horseback, Wei Ziyan wore a silver helmet and covered his head with silver armor. His expression was cold and murderous.
Only then did he realize that the broken body that was penetrated in the distance was just an illusion left by Wei Ziyan to confuse people. But one thing is true, the blood mist bursting into the air is indeed Wei Ziyan's. His left shoulder, including the armor, skin, flesh and bones, has lost a large piece.
The four guards who were responsible for protecting the Xiahou Tower reacted very quickly and attacked Wei Ziyan immediately. As soon as they struck, the power of the stars surged forward, and they turned out to be four powerful stars. Xiahoulou's reaction was also very fast. He immediately kicked his feet on the ground and retreated sharply.
But Wei Ziyan's sword was faster. When he slashed out with his sword, Xiahou Lou, who only had the eighth level of cultivation in the Sea Realm, could resist it. The sharp sword blade passed through his neck without any hindrance.
Xiahoulou's body hurriedly retreated, but his head remained in place. Wei Ziyan picked up the sword and reached out with his left hand to grab it. Xiahoulou's eyes were still wide open.
boom!
The four star guards failed to hit Wei Ziyan, but they blasted the commander's chariot to pieces.
Wei Ziyi had already ridden his horse to rush back to Yancheng.
He held the sword in his right hand and swept away everything. He grabbed Xiahoulou's head with his left hand and shouted: "Your coach is dead, why don't you quickly put down your weapons and surrender!"
His roar was like a demonic sound, swirling in the air endlessly, and the space rippled, revealing huge light curtains. Xiahoulou's bloody head appeared on the light curtains, allowing all the soldiers on the battlefield to see it.
Many soldiers didn't believe it and turned to look at the commander's chariot, only to find that the commander's chariot, which was more than two feet high, had disappeared at some point.
The picture lasted for more than ten breaths, and then the picture turned, reflecting the picture of Wei Ziyan galloping on his horse.
I saw him holding Xiahoulou's head in one hand and holding a sword in the other, charging from left to right among the thousands of troops, leaving no grass behind wherever he went. There were several furious star powers chasing behind him, but they couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.
boom!
Suddenly there was a huge roar, and a ten-foot-tall siege vehicle shattered into pieces.
Wei Ziyan's silver-armored white horse is like a god descending to earth.
This huge roar seemed to ring in the hearts of every soldier, destroying the last line of defense in their hearts.
The morale of the army was in chaos.
"Cum hard for me!"
"Heavy crossbow and Zhuxian heavy crossbow, let me aim at the enemy commander!"
"Don't save on catapults, fire bombs, and hot oil. Throw them all out for me!"
Qiu Zhan on the city wall seized the opportunity to launch the fiercest attack on the rebels who were about to rush to the city.
"Heavy cavalry is ready, listen to my orders at any time!" He was not willing to defend the city and wanted to take the initiative to attack.
"General, please let me go with the army! Please!" Zhou Jianlai requested urgently, showing a pleading look.
Qiu Zhan stretched out his hand and patted Zhou Jianlai's shoulder hard twice, and shouted to the person next to him: "Xiao Chong, take him with you. If he has any shortcomings, come and see him."
"Yes!" A middle-aged man with a Chinese character face next to him said. After saying this, he grabbed Zhou Jianlai's arm and ran towards the stairs. Looking at the excitement on his face, he seemed to have picked up a huge job.
Tianwu Taoist suddenly broke through the air and flew towards Central City.
Fighting in the battle formation was a rare opportunity, and he wanted Zhang Xiaopou to experience it.
Several other star powers also left through the air, with the same thoughts as Taoist Tianwu in their hearts.
There is a big black dog high in the sky. The black dog has a swarthy young man with broken skin and rotten flesh in its mouth. Suddenly the black dog let out its mouth, and the swarthy young man fell rapidly from the sky. Just listen to the black dog uttering human words: "If you still can't understand the realm of wind, then just fall to death on the wall of Yancheng!"
"Woof woof woof——"
