Even though the battle had lasted for nearly half an hour, Aojunxie seemed to be getting braver and braver as he fought, without showing any sign of weakness. In any case, Xiao Linfeng himself was still Aojunxie's opponent now.
In the realm of the Spirit Emperor, the difference between a class is as big as cloud and mud. Without the additional assistance of a more powerful force, Xiao Linfeng would never be able to surpass his opponent in this life.
Now, he can only endure it. With Feng Qingkuang, whom Aojunxie cares about most, in his hands, he has even trapped Aojunxie himself, but he is still helpless. The sense of accomplishment that he has felt in conquering the city from Fengyun Kingdom in the past few days has disappeared in an instant.
Fall apart.
Under the city tower, corpses have been piled up like a mountain, spread on the stone floor in several layers.[
Anyone who had not seen it with their own eyes would have thought that it was a scene after a battle between two armies, rather than the work of one person.
Aojunxie, who was on a war horse, held a sword in one hand and a spear snatched from the enemy's hand in the other hand. The length and distance were combined. Countless Beiming soldiers had already lost their heads before they got close.
Those sharp arrows flying from a distance were whipped up by Ao Junxie with one hand. The iron gun in his hand danced like wind, making it impermeable. The arrow branches that hit it were instantly crushed into pieces.
Xiao Linfeng was also amazed by this level of divine power.
Now, although it is difficult to accept, the reality in front of us has coldly declared: the strength of the soldiers of the Northern Ming Kingdom is decreasing! There is no longer a steady stream of soldiers to replenish the small battlefield.
Every time a Beiming soldier fell, the sharp arrows and spears in Aojunxie's hands got closer to him.
Xiao Linfeng's face was ashen and his breathing was rapid. At some point, his whole body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. He picked up the wine bag and drank it vigorously.
In the end, he underestimated the power of Fengyun War God...
Inside the city gate, the killing cries of Beiming soldiers became thinner and thinner. Every time one more soldier fell, the sound became thinner more quickly. Until the figure of the dark red Fengyun God of War, and then
No one is standing!
Several jingling sounds sounded.
Ao Junxie swung the long sword in his hand quickly, cutting off the last three cold arrows flying towards him. Almost at the same time, the spear in his left hand was like an arrow ten times thicker, and was thrown at lightning speed.
He pointed at the crossbowman in the corner. With a few screams, the last resistance from Beiming was wiped out.
There was smoke and sparks everywhere, and everything was in ruins. At the city gate, the corpses of Beiming soldiers had piled up into a hill. Ao Junxie's horse hooves sounded softly under his body. As he glanced around, there was no more alive Beiming soldier.
Shadow. At this moment, there is only the smell of blood and the deathly silence that fill the city.
Ao Junxie turned around. The iron armor on his chest, the long sword, and his hands were all soaked in red blood. He slowly held the long sword in his right hand and pointed it directly at the city tower. Xiao, who looked ashen-faced
Linfeng.
Xiao Linfeng was not surprised by this result.
Facing Ao Junxie's sword finger, Xiao Linfeng, whose anger had been poured out by a bag of strong wine, had nothing to think about at this moment. He threw the wine bag into the sky, took out the short knife from his waist, and wanted to
Fly down.
If he cannot defeat Ao Junxie at this moment, what dignity does Xiao Linfeng have in this world, and how can he be qualified to be the future master of Beiming?