Seeing the encirclement getting tighter, Yelu Wenqi became extremely anxious.
The horn blows louder.
However, the rescue he was looking forward to did not arrive immediately.
To be precise, the rescue he was looking forward to had been blocked at the entrance of the hospital by Zhao Xiaowu and others.
"You guys are a bunch of stupid donkeys and a few shunned weaklings, can't you get in?" He simply put down his horn and roared loudly.
The next moment, a furious Yelu Wenqi pulled out the scimitar from her waist and rushed towards Zhao Xiaowu and others at the entrance of the courtyard.
The Mo country's mission consisted of more than two hundred people.
Moreover, most of them are soldiers responsible for the security of the mission, and they are all elites of the desert country.
With two hundred people against Duan Wenjun and his group of twenty or thirty people, this was undoubtedly an unquestionable victory.
He originally thought that as long as he took control of the courtyard gate and let his elite desert soldiers rush in, everyone here would die without a burial place.
Moreover, when they hear their horn, the elites outside will definitely attack with all their strength, and then I will lead people to attack from inside...
It seemed to be an easy task to eliminate the few people guarding the door.
Several personal guards around him had already sensed his intentions.
When they saw him rushing toward the courtyard gate, they quickly followed him and killed him in the direction of Zhao Xiaowu and the others.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaowu and the brothers around him were fighting with several desert country elites who wanted to rush into the courtyard.
In front of them, several soldiers from the Desert Kingdom had fallen.
Because Zhao Xiaowu and the others did not kill them, they only injured them, not fatally.
At this moment, those people were lying on the ground, rolling and wailing.
They didn't notice anything strange in the yard at all.
In just the blink of an eye, Yelu Wenqi and others rushed behind them, but they were only two or three meters away.
Looking at the courtyard gate getting closer and closer, Yelu Wenqi felt overjoyed.
Perhaps, his calculation was too good and too full.
However, the reality is very skinny.
At this moment, the guards from the guard camp that originally surrounded them had already reacted.
"Boss, be careful!" Huo Xiaoqi's figure flashed and was already in front of Yelu Wenqi.
The black iron sword in his hand shook and slashed towards his face.
When Yelu Wenqi was in the desert, he was known for his bravery.
When he was fifteen years old, a tribe called Xiaoying in the northern part of the desert country rebelled against Yelu Bahuang.
The Owl Eagle Tribe was only a small tribe of a few hundred people, but in less than half a month, followers gathered, and they actually gathered nearly ten thousand people.
The thieves are powerful.
Yelu Wenqi, who only led 800 personal guards, rushed into the bandit formation, killed the leader of the Owl Eagle tribe, and defeated the bandit army.
Thus, he became famous in one battle.
The scimitar in his hand was gifted to him by his father Emperor Yelu Bahuang that year.
Cutting iron like clay is a divine weapon among divine weapons.
Seeing Huo Xiaoqi stopping him at this moment, Yelu Wenqi showed a sneer on his face.
Waving the scimitar in his hand, he went forward.
His body speed did not slow down, and the scimitar drew a brilliant arc in mid-air, slashing towards Huo Xiaoqi.
Yelu Wenqi has absolute confidence.
If this knife goes down, it will definitely cut off the strange black knife in Hao Xiaoqi's hand.
Then, it flowed down from his head and split in half.
Thinking of the feeling when the opponent's blood spurts out, Yelu Wenqi suddenly became more excited and more fanatical.
However, before it was too late, the scimitar had already collided with the black iron sword.
There was no sound of metal breaking as Yelu Wenqi imagined.
It was also not the kind of pleasure that Yelu Wenqi expected, the feeling of the scimitar cutting through the opponent's head and the hot blood splattering.
Instead, the sharp sound of metal friction was deafening.
The blade of the scimitar overlapped with the blade of the black iron horizontal sword, and bursts of sparks shot out.
Yelu Wenqi's forward movement has stopped.
In his heart, he was even more horrified.
On the border between Moguo and Dashun, there are often some small frictions, which cause conflicts.
Therefore, as the second prince of the Mo Kingdom, Yelu Wenqi, who was proud of his military exploits, he was naturally very familiar with Dashun's standard weapons.
When they first fought, he saw that those on the other side were all holding strange black weapons that didn't look like knives and didn't look like swords.
This is definitely not the weapon used by Dashun's army.
Therefore, at first he instinctively felt that these people were just folk knights from Dashun.
In fact, in his mind, Duan Wenjun and his party have been positioned as Da Shun knights, or cavalry guards.
The weapons of these people are definitely not as good as the standard weapons of the Dashun army.
Naturally, he couldn't resist his magical sword, not even Dashun's standard weapon.
All, he will be dismissive of.
However, he never expected that these strange weapons in the hands of these people would be so powerful...
His mind immediately flashed back to the scene where the woman in red suddenly took action.
His two personal guards had just raised their swords to meet him, but the scimitars in their hands broke.
The next moment, the woman in red's blade fell on the two guards. Although she did not kill them, it caused them to lose their combat effectiveness instantly.
His two personal guards were veterans who had been following him for many years.
I struggled on the battlefield and crawled back from the dead many times.
Although their cultivation level is not very high, they have rich combat experience.
He had obviously seen a long time ago that Yun Batian did not kill him at that time.
Therefore, he instinctively felt that it was because Yun Batian's cultivation was too high that he just broke the scimitars in the hands of the two guards.
However, at this moment, it seems that I am afraid...
The second prince suddenly became very suspicious.
Changes on the battlefield are inherently rapid.
Even a moment of distraction may cause the situation to change.
Fighting, too.
Just when Yelu Wenqi was surprised and slightly distracted, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from the blade of his scimitar.
Countless battle experiences have made him react.
The opponent's weapon was being pulled down, dragging towards his chest.
Relying on his body's instinctive reaction, he lowered the scimitar in his hand and held it in front of his chest.
The next moment, Dou Xiaoqi's entire body pressed towards him.
The black iron horizontal sword and the scimitar were placed on their chests, refusing to give way to each other.
Yelu Wenqi had already exerted all his strength, and his body was almost touching Dou Xiaoqi's body.
However, his eyes suddenly discovered that there was a playful smile on the corner of Dou Xiaoqi's mouth.
Almost at the same moment, Dou Xiaoqi's head suddenly grew larger.
Before he had time to react, Dou Xiaoqi's huge head was already in front of him.
Then, his forehead hit him hard on the bridge of his nose.
Yelu Wenqi felt her eyes go dark, and a sharp pain came from the bridge of her nose.
The screams sounded, and he took a few steps back suddenly. A salty liquid came out of his mouth and nose.
