After being interrupted by Zhang Hu, Wu Yonglin immediately regained his former spirit and said to Zhang Hu: "You will take everyone to retreat to the main city gate first, and someone will pick you up there. Ling'er and Hongxiu will pick up the sisters of the Red Shirt Sect first."

"The little woman just thanked the hero for saving her life." Yue Ling'er stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Hukuankuan.

"The three beads of one arrow just now were shot by this hero?" Hongxiu, who was happy, actually said three arrows of a row of beads into three beads. After that, Zhang Hu had never heard of a pretty woman admiring him so much. He stuttered and longed for a moment.

"This is my junior brother Zhang Hu, who is a talented person, born with divine power, and has not yet started a family." When Wu Yonglin introduced the last sentence, his voice was the highest, so he made Zhang Hu embarrassed and his face flushed. When this shameless person blushed, Wu Yonglin cast a contemptuous look.

Yue Fei really couldn't stand these people being so tired of being fucked here, so he stabbed the horse's butt with a spear. The fierce horse was hurting and galloped away like a flying one, which made Zhang Hu on the horse's back very dissatisfied. It was finally praised by the woman, but before he could recall it, he was destroyed by this brat. Zhang Hu dared not speak out, but who could not beat this young master? Alas, who knows the world of a bachelor?

Yue Ling'er and Hong Xiu sat on the fierce horse, and with a "drive", two pretty figures rushed towards the temporary hiding place of Hongshanzhai. On the horse, Yue Ling'er looked back from time to time. With her man, she felt that she was no longer afraid of everything. Her god finally came back.

Wu Yonglin turned around and saw Zhou Xun. Mao Zixing was still in love with the battle, while the Zong family army had already surrounded him and shouted at them: "Don't be in love with the battle, let's retreat to the Ximen."

Mao Zixing was stunned for a moment. Why did Manager Wu say that he would evacuate to the west gate? Is there any change in the moment? Because he was not sure about the situation and was about to come forward to ask, Manager Wu blinked at him, and then he realized that this was a strategy to attack the west.

Seeing that everyone was almost here, Wu Yonglin hurriedly led people into an alley. He knew everything about Xicheng. Although the original street had lost its original appearance, this still did not prevent him from finding the most suitable way out. After turning around, he had already left the tail of the Zong family army behind him.

After the Zhong family army was exposed and lost, he gave an order and rushed to the west gate in a panic. However, Wu Yonglin and the officers and soldiers rushed towards the main city gate.

Mao Zixing didn't understand why he had been following this group of people. He fell in love with such a team from the bottom of his heart. They were united with each other and would never leave any brothers behind. Compared with the "White Lotus Sect" that he used to be a mess, he was reluctant to leave for a moment. He looked up and looked into the distance, and then followed the team again, and his steps under his feet became more steady.

A Sanyi looked like an officer guarding the city. The person next to him was Xu Yong who recruited soldiers that day. When he heard that Lord Zhou, who was guarding the city, had already come to pick him up in person. He was ready to go out and go with them. These people are the men who are truly worthy of their lives.

When Yue Ling'er rushed over with the women in red shirts, A San greeted him: "Boss Yue, you go first. The boss just said that he would go first in the direction of Red Shirt Village. He had his own concerns."

At this time, not only were there the women from the Red Shirt Village behind Yue Ling'er, but there were also some ordinary people following behind him. A San looked at him and didn't care. He asked everyone to hurried out of the city gate.

Yue Ling'er thought Ah San would nag a few times, and was still waiting for him to scold him. Unexpectedly, he didn't say a single complaint, and took the initiative to carry Xiaohua, holding Hua Gu with a confused look on his face, hurried out of the city, touching Yue Ling'er so much that the people with Wu Yonglin were so enlightened. She stared at the direction of her lover's arrival. She wanted to be with him forever, regardless of life or death.

When Wu Yonglin was also following a group of innocent people who were traveling lightly, Yue Ling'er smiled. It was really a bit of harmony. She went over and grabbed Wu Yonglin's big hand tightly, and was already extremely moved. The group looked at the Western barbarians who were eyeing the covetous Westerners in the distance and flew in another direction.

Tuoba Wuzong saw the gate of Xicheng open in the distance. He first lined up carefully to face the enemy. Moreover, there were many elderly, weak, women and children inside. The army at Xicheng was neatly decorated and thought it was a suspicious plan of the Zhong family army. That direction was the direction that General Ha supported him, so he didn't care much about it, and only sent a thousand cavalry to chase him.

Time passed quickly. When they were discussing how to attack Xicheng, a person ran in panic in the tent and shouted: "General, General, please send someone to support. The cavalry we sent were attacked by sneak attacks, and almost all the troops were finished."

It would be fine if he didn't say that. Tuoba Wuzong was shocked when he heard this. His favorite son Tuoba Yanlie was among the cavalry. He felt that the team was a bunch of lambs to be slaughtered, so he asked his beloved son who volunteered to lead the team to follow him.

Thinking that his son was deeply trapped in the wolf cave, people had already brought a Qingfeng gun and led a BMW, and turned over in a beautiful posture. With a wave of his hand, a team of neatly-shaped horses chased towards the direction of the Thousand People Team with thunder, like a sharp sword.

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Mao Zixing squatted in the trench between the two mountains, and Manager Wu and Zhou Xun were also hiding near them. His nervous palms began to sweat. Listening to the flood-like iron cavalry soldiers running from afar, his originally determined face became a little unbelievable that just with such a few people on his side, he could eat the tails of more than a thousand people, and the other party was a team of iron cavalry traveling all over the world.

‘Ah, ah’ The cavalry in front was too fierce and it was already dark. When the squat rope was raised, the few people in front were in the brunt and even the horses fell to the ground. The Western cavalry in front was even pressed by the fierce horses and had already died. Before they had time to run away, they were trampled over by the people and horses behind, forming a pool of blood and flesh mud. The scene was quite miserable.

"Rumbling" a sound of huge rocks falling to the ground sounded. The original mouth of the mountain was completely blocked. Before Tuoba Yanlie and his friends could recover, a rain of arrows suddenly came. At this moment, they were in a bare valley and could not find any shelter to hide. For a moment, people were overturned and fell down a large area. Tuoba Yanlie, who was mixed with people and horses, was already half-extremely angry, but looking at the fallen people, they let the officers and soldiers dismount and touched the slope.

When Mao Zixing saw the Western Barbarians dismount, he looked at the shopkeeper Wu who was squatting in the distance, and his old face showed a long-lost smile.

When Tuoba Yanlie felt that he could encircle and annihilate the archers, a team of fierce men rushed over from the slanting. Before he could react, the team was as if they had entered a state of no one, killing the people on his side. Tuoba Yanlie yelled: "Do you dare to fight me if you have no courage?"

Mao Zixing slashed over with his head. Tuoba Yanlie hurriedly used a Qingfeng gun to fight. For a moment, the sound of swords and guns hit one after another. Rocks were abrupt on the slope, and the spear could not exert its original power. Mao Zixing, who was holding the knife, retreated repeatedly, and was finally forced to a dead corner.

Looking at the fallen Western barbarians in the distance, Tuoba Yanlie was frightened by these fierce beasts and no longer had the spirit of a heroic horse. Unconsciously, Mao Zixing cut the Qingfeng gun in his hand into two pieces. Tuoba Yanlie touched his bloody wound in disbelief. When he looked back at the Western barbarians who were almost slaughtered in the distance, a very ordinary big knife swung over, and a deafening shout sounded as he was dying. His head had already rolled into the rocks and was lifted up by a man covered in blood. He finally closed his eyes with hatred.

Tuoba Wuzong looked at the headless corpse and looked at the soldiers in the wilderness. A sense of grief and anger made him scream. The Western barbarian soldiers next to him all left tears of resentment. The flames of revenge of these people were mobilized. When these two flames met, something earth-shaking situation would explode, which made people look forward to it.

Tuoba Wuzong took the lead and finally caught up with the ambush team in front of him, the scene still made him stunned.

The young hero who had once entered his Western Yi military camp with an old man was carrying a liquan spear and riding a white horse, angrily rushing to the crown, with a firm face and a strong general's style standing in front of him.

The other young woman, who fought alone with him and retreated safely from the army, rode a horse with one person. At this time, she was holding a man in front of her with a mask like an evil ghost, but her face was filled with a smile.

A burly man not far away stood on a big rock, holding a hundred-step hard bow in his hand, and a sharp arrow behind his back, staring at Tuoba Wuzong with a fierce look, which made people shudder.

There were two sword-holding people who were killed in the distance, covered in blood. There was no trace of anger or joy on their faces. They looked at all calmly, as if all this was nothing to them. They seemed to be more concerned about the Western cavalry rushing to rescue in the distance.

Tuoba Wuzong looked at the man with a little curiously. When the man took off the ghost mask and threw it to Yue Fei next to him, Tuoba Wuzong actually smiled contemptuously.

Unexpectedly, it was Wu Yonglin who had beaten him seriously injured three moves. At this moment, the beauty behind him was gently explaining something in his ear. Tuoba couldn't believe what he heard. Wu Yonglin actually wanted to fight him one-on-one again.

"General Tuoba, we meet again. I once said that I will definitely not lose this time as bad as last time."

The two of them dismounted at the same time. Tuoba Wuzong's gun was like a dragon in the ground, and the cold light rolled up the sand and stones on the ground, like a hungry tiger going down the mountain. With overwhelming murderous intent, he had already rushed towards Wu Yonglin.

Wu Yonglin still used his sticky knife style, but in his hand there was an ordinary iron knife, and he faced Tuoba Wuzong's Qingfeng Gun. The moment the swords and guns collided, it seemed like lightning and flashes, sparks splashed, and flamed meteors made everyone next to him couldn't help but cheer.

Yue Ling'er couldn't help but feel excited when she looked at Wu Yonglin's skills at this moment. As expected, Wu Sandao was pretending to be his true face. A mixed feeling of joy surged throughout her body. Her eyes looked even more infatuated with Wu Yonglin.

Tuoba Wuzong swept over thousands of troops, with the momentum of thousands of troops, and swept over Wu Yonglin's sideways with a flaw. When his Qingfeng Gun was about to sweep this person, Wu Yonglin easily avoided with a big chain of turns over, and then another burst and slashed, killing him directly, allowing Tuoba Wuzong to use the "Thousand Thousand Army" to avoid his fierce swords.

After three days of separation, Wu Yonglin took his admiration and made his kung fu so rapid in just a few days. The iron knife in his hand reminded him of the person who came to assassinate with the young general that day. Did that person also watch in the crowd, and made Tuoba Wuzong look around from time to time.

The two of them were still there to pick the guns, and they were thrust the guns and bayonets, and they fought each other with each other, and it was difficult to separate them. The Western barbarians in the distance had already rushed over like a tide, which made Tuoba Wuzong, who was in a fierce battle, and the guns were released in his hand faster.

The war horses sing, the wind drank, the swords and swords, and the Western cavalry, with an arrogant sprint, crossed a trench and rushed over.

The arrow of the feathered arrow in Zhang Hu's hand seemed to be tied to something. He De next to him lit it with flint. He bowed his bow and shot into a rock next to him at an angle that made the Westerners puzzled.

Before the Western cavalry understood what was going on, the fear of the first defeat of attacking Xicheng spread again in their hearts. The trench they had just crossed had already burned with flames and war horses neighed. They were frightened by this formation and no longer had the uniform structure just now. The iron cavalry rushing over had already become a mess.

It turned out that Wu Yonglin, Zhang Hu and Yue Fei had already set up a net of heaven and earth at the place where Hu Zhengyan's food and grass, waiting to invite you into the trap.

The arrows behind Zhang Hu were never lost again. They shot the panic-like Western cavalry one by one after another. Zhou Xun and Mao Zixing next to them had already rushed up excitedly. The rushing last night made them feel too good, but they seemed to be not satisfied yet. Seeing these people in chaos, they took a group of bloodthirsty people like hungry ghosts next to them, lifted up the sword in their hands and rushed up like wind.

Zhou Xun directly used his strong body to hit the war horses of the Westerners, and the others did the same. The humble groan of the people when they collided made the group even more excited. The person who was knocked down by Zhou Xun had not yet understood what was going on. Mao Zixing, who had already rushed over from the side, took a knife and cut off the man's head.

"Brother Mao, you are not very interested. This is obviously mine."

Mao Zixing smiled at him honestly, held his bloody head and blurted out: "I'll give you one later."

The two of them rushed into the Western barbarians like sheep like sheep. The blades were gushing, the bones were broken and blood was splattered. The officers and soldiers next to them were also infected by their bravery. The originally seemingly unbalanced situation formed a one-sided situation with an indescribable weirdness.

The Westerners near Lihuogou were squeezed by the station circle and fell down one after another. For a moment, the shrill roars of fire people, crying and howling, scaring the Westerners' cavalry blocking behind Huogou had already scared her face as if they were earthy. Tuoba Wuzong, who was fighting fiercely with Wu Yonglin, also looked sad, and the gun in his hand was affected by the situation next to him, gradually slowing down.

Zhang Hu in the distance was shooting arrows into an injured Western cavalry who fell to the ground not far from Tuoba Wuzong. He did not want to shoot him to death at once, but shot the sharp arrow into his left thigh, right thigh, left arm, and right arm, causing the man to scream in pain, but he didn't give him any pleasure, which made Tuoba Wuzong in the distance be in chaos.

In order to fight, Tuoba Wuzong flew up in the air, and his body was united with man and guns. With a scary aura, he rolled up thousands of layers of stones, like a ground dragon that flew and gun shadows, and rushed towards Wu Yonglin directly with an incredible degree.

Yue Ling'er next to him knew the domineering move of Tuoba Wuzong, and couldn't help but worry about her lover. After a while with Wu Yonglin this day, he found that his kung fu was not very diligent, but his internal strength was a little better than before, and his kung fu was getting stronger and stronger.

After Yue Fei pulled out the Liquan spear from the body of a Western cavalry, he couldn't help but start praying for Wu Yonglin: All-powerful Lord, bless that man to leave a complete body for Senior Brother Wu, I can't even crack this move. Yue Fei's originally calm face began to become anxious.

Tuoba Honglie, who was separated by fire by the trench, burst into laughter happily. This person would definitely be beaten by his father's move and would be completely unrecognizable. He would have a defeated general and would always be trampled by his father's life.

Tuoba Wuzong's strength was almost all added to his fists and feet this time, just opposite to the move that used this move to deal with Yue Ling'er. The force on the Qingfeng Gun only used one point, but the force on the palms was nine points. After just a few tests with him, he could conclude that Wu Yonglin would definitely not be able to take his fierce attack.

Wu Yonglin's body had a long sword inserted into the ground. After receiving the fierce palm of Tuoba Wuzong, his face turned red like a fire charcoal, and his chest sounded. Then his stomach was like a balloon that began to gradually expand, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Wu Yonglin was calm and swam around the big road all over his body, and it became smoother and smoother. In Tuoba Wuzong's incredible eyes, he directly magnified the fierce palm several times in his body, and directly pushed it towards Tuoba Wuzong.

Tuoba Wuzong's whole body seemed to be burned by fire, and there was no place in his body intact. The meridians in his body were completely in chaos. He could no longer raise any force. A mouthful of blood slowly flowed out along the corner of his mouth. The original number one strong man in Western Yi reached the lowest point in his life. He was still muttering to himself, "How is this possible, how is this possible."

Yue Ling'er next to him cried with joy, and Yue Fei said quietly: I didn't expect this guy to have a few more times. Zhang Hu's face in the distance was extremely ugly. Yue Fei had already ridden on his head. I didn't expect Wu Yonglin was so powerful. Alas, why? I will always have the lowest position. Tuoba Honglie in the distance saw his father defeat, and a feeling of sadness that was lingering in his heart. From then on, there will be no Tuoba family in the Western barbarians again.

"What is your boxing technique?" Tuoba Wuzong asked unwillingly.

"Tai Chi, inaction comes, and Wuji is born." After Wu Yonglin finished this sentence, Tuoba Wuzong roared unwillingly. When Wu Yonglin looked back again, Tuoba Wuzong jumped into the burning trench. He never cried, until the fire gradually burned out his humiliating flesh and blood body. The hero of this life completed his tragic journey to the tin city, which made the later people sigh.

Wu Yonglin took these more than 2,000 people and obtained the supplies seized from Hu Zhengyan. He walked the other way and sneaked into the empty territory of the Westerners inside, passing by the Ha Congwu army who was coming towards him. Later, after many twists and turns, he arrived at a place of cultivation and sounds to start again. This is a later story.

Ha Congwu looked at Tuoba Wuzong and Tuoba Yanlie who died tragically, and was very sad and angry. He attacked Xicheng at all costs. Three days later, Xicheng was captured, and the original unscrupulous businessmen and civilians were slaughtered, and even some of the surrendered Zhong family troops were not spared. Xicheng disappeared from then on on the territory of the Wei Dynasty, as if it did not exist in this life.

The army of Zhong broke out from the west of Xicheng with a team of troops. Only more than a thousand people were left. After joining with the elder brother Zhong Shidao and Zhe Keqiu, who came to support, he killed him again. Looking at the scorched earth and the grass was not growing, the army of Zhong Shihua shed tears of grief and anger. This battle could have been won, but was ruined by treacherous ministers. Perhaps only the strange soldier who defeated the Tuoba Wuzong Division could do something for this troubled times.

Lei Chengying and Mao Sishu and others were hiding among the fleeing crowd. The chaos of the current situation had left them with no choice. When Mao Sishu told him that the "Bai Lian Sect" actually had a deep foundation in Jiangnan, he felt relieved because he had no idea what to do in the future, and they could only take one step. There was no doubt that he would be the best candidate for the future leader of the "Bai Lian Sect", because he and Mao Sishu saw Mao Zi's excited fighting among the rebellious officers and soldiers. He even fought hard to save an officer and soldier. For this former sect leader who was similar to the apostate, they gave up the rescue and gave up their former brotherhood of life and death. From that day on, they cut off their robe and had no more friendship.

Lu Yifei actually met Sun Lianfang who had been separated for a long time among the fleeing crowd. When he thought his elder brother had already been killed in the mountain temple, he miraculously survived. Although he had broken one leg, this was nothing for the people who ran around the world. As long as he had a breath, he would make a comeback. He also loved the Yin Zheng, who was considerate to Sun Lianfang. When Sun Lianfang told him that Yin Zheng was his son, Lu Yifei smiled even more. The old generation had become the sunset, and their generation had just begun.

Murong Yiqing looked at the fleeing crowd in the dense forest. She had not seen those familiar figures for several days. She began to smile. She knew that the person she kept in her heart had returned, and he led them on a new way of life. But at this time, Yin Tianchou, who had been following her, had such confusion before, but no matter what, the red shirt taught her that she would not go back. She threw a copper plate into the sky. When the copper plate fell to the ground, the direction of the word "tong" would be her future destination. She wanted to hold the famous sword in her hand, be a hero and righteous person, and use the sword to repay the lost and regained skills. At the same time, she also had a little expectation and hoped to see that person again. As for what she would do in the future, she would not consider so much now, because she was always a very free and easy person.

Since ancient times, heroes have suffered many hardships, but they may not be full of hardships. We are not heroes, and we have broken through all obstacles and cocoons.
Chapter completed!