At the city gate, the sky is dark and the earth is dark. They meet hand-to-hand. They charge and kill repeatedly. A life-and-death struggle begins. It is not only a personal life, but also the fate of Tianshui.
Outside the city gate, there was no wind for a hundred miles. Shangguan Yan and Ling Yiran rode their brave war horses and divided into three groups, leading the vanguard towards the city gate.
On the city tower, Yi Shuihan, Su Ziyan, and Shui Lian were carrying weapons. Three graceful and solemn figures jumped down to the city wall, pointing their cold swords directly at the leader of the enemy army.
The vanguards of Xiyue Tianshui threw down their ropes one after another and went down along the city wall to confront the enemy head-on.
A smile appeared on Baili Wufeng's stern lips, his domineering power was revealed, his warlike heart was surging, and his ambition was swelled. The silver sword was unsheathed just at this moment, facing its former defeated general, who was also an enemy worthy of unsheathing.
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Yi Shuihan's lips as red as blood outlined a cold smile, coquettish and sinister, like a demon from hell, with arrogant eyes facing the cruel eagle eyes that were as calm as a hundred miles away.
With a clang, the two swords sparkled in the cold snow. It was a duel between kings and kings!
"Woman, you can't escape this time." Baili Wufeng's domineering voice sounded.
"Man, you are too arrogant. What I hate most are people who are more arrogant than me!" Yi Shuihan smiled coldly. She couldn't afford to lose this battle, so she could only win!
Here, Su Ziyan sneered, how dare a man be arrogant in front of her? How ridiculous! Pointing the sharp cold sword directly at Shangguanyan, she would trample Shangguanyan's pride under her feet!
Thunder and lightning, swords and swords, murderous intent, this is the duel between the king and the general!
Shangguanyan frowned, jumped up from the horse, raised his sword and faced Su Ziyan's attack. Whether it was Yi Shuihan or Su Ziyan, he truly saw the woman of Xiyue Tianshui, her iron-blooded wrists, and her profound
His strategies and ruthless methods are not inferior to those of the men from the East and Beiming.
Here, Shui Lian curled her lips arrogantly, with a pair of domineering and sharp eyes set on her arrogant face. She is strong, arrogant, and conceited. She is an unwilling overlord, so she can only win this battle! She has to lead
Return to the imperial city with the light of victory and get back everything she deserves!
Ling Yiran had a cold and arrogant look on his face. The anger and sorrow in his heart could only be vented with the sword. Facing Shui Lian's offensive, he smiled coldly. He had always been more tolerant towards women in the past, but this time was an exception! Yi Shuihan gave
It taught him an indelible lesson that women in Tianshui have no heart, but are only ambitious, vicious, cruel, and unscrupulous!
One blow will kill, the wind is blowing, and the murderous spirit is fierce. It is a duel between the tyrant and the proud!
"Come on!"
The two armies were fighting. The sound of horse hooves, howls, neighs, drums, horns, and cries of grief and indignation were deafening, like the force of the earth collapsing, soaring into the sky.
"Speed up the hot water filling!" Ye Caizhu shouted.
The melted snow outside the city gate spread rapidly. Enemy soldiers without anti-skid shoes were trampled or shot as soon as they slipped. Bright red blood seeped into the smooth ice, making everyone's eyes red.
The wind and heavy snow were still flying, and the blood dyed the snow red, dyed the towers red, and dyed half the sky red.
Suddenly, the sound of the drums on the city became low, and two men with gray heads and faces covered in blood held high flags on the city tower.
"Report, master, the enemy's rear camp has been completely wiped out!" The two men were Hua Ying and Xue Ying, shouting from the tower.