In this attack, the team leader took it upon himself to leave only six guards beside his master. The others all joined in the attack sequence in order to defeat Yan Xi in one fell swoop and take his life. In fact, his approach was the wisest at this time.
Instead of letting Yan Xi consume all their people in waves, it would be better to swarm up and kill the elephant to death with too many ants.
Unfortunately, for Yan Xi, the human sea tactic may not be that effective.
It has been nearly a full year since the defeat of the Wei Kingdom and her return from the battlefield. The bloody factor in Yan Xi's body has been dormant. It seems that overnight everyone has forgotten the one who made the enemy soldiers wail all over the battlefield and look at them in fear.
Image of the god of death.
However, only the chamberlains who have followed him for a long time vaguely know that all this is just an illusion. His bloodthirsty is innate, and he will definitely not become a good gentleman just because he leaves the battlefield.
Using the stairs as a formation, Lu's guards all rushed over, blocking the blind spots with their companions, leaving almost no room for Yan Xi to dodge.[
Yan Xi suddenly burst into high-pitched and wild laughter. As he laughed, his expression was sinister and vicious, and his eyes were even more indifferent. This was the call of death. With his toes tapping the ground, Yan Xi jumped up out of thin air.
A few feet away, he easily dodged dozens of weapons. The long software was like a vicious snake, spitting out its long core ferociously, and wandered through the enemy camp. Wherever it went, only half an afterimage and a cent remained.
The human body is two.
The sound of wailing and howling suddenly started again, and a new round of killing had just begun.
The chamberlains, who were used to seeing such scenes, could not suppress the excitement in their blood. It had been a long time since they had seen such flowing moves at such a close distance. They wanted to rush forward and kill with the king in their hearts. However, they were soldiers.
Without receiving an order, he could only stare with blood-red eyes enviously at the man in front of him who was immersed in pleasure.
Yan Rong sat down against the big banyan tree, reached for a jar of aged wine from the side, opened the mud seal, and took a big gulp, "That's so perverted, Lao Qi, look at the eyes of all your subordinates."
You’ve already seen blood, you really can’t lead the same troops, you can’t train gentle scholars.”