The three old men looked at everything around them in shock. They didn't understand why the Ming people seemed to have known that they would come here for a long time, so they set up traps to wait for them to fall into the trap. The eight master-level figures were destined to be unable to get out of here at all.

The three of them looked at each other with a determined look in their eyes.

Three swords were unsheathed, and the three men trembled slightly, and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

They didn't want to escape because they couldn't escape. They launched an attack, with only one target, that is Qin Feng who was walking towards them step by step.

The three masters launched the most fierce attack on Qin Feng in their lives.

They know that they have and only have one chance.

Qin Feng's body suddenly stopped, squatted slightly, sat down on his horse, and shouted with a roar and punched forward.

The sound of three swords that seemed to disappear in the air appeared again in everyone's sight. The tips of the three swords condensed at a point, and a few inches ahead were Qin Feng's fist. In front of the tip of the sword, the sword light was breathing, as if he wanted to break through the invisible obstacle, but he was always unable to catch it.

The three old men roared at the same time, poked their left palms out, pressed on their right hand holding the sword, and the trembling sword stabilized. Outsiders could not feel the scene of the four people fighting, but the three of them knew that they were facing an endless black hole. The true energy in their bodies leaked out inward and poured into the black hole, but they did not have the reaction they expected.

Qin Feng lifted his other fist and slowly rushed forward.

The first punch is like a strong thunder and fast as a galloping horse. However, the second punch is as slow as a heavy object.

The three old men's faces changed drastically. With a loud roar, their bodies leaned forward, the ropes with their hair ripped apart, their heads were flying white, and their clothes were flying in line. The biggest difference between the master and the ninth-level master is that they can condense their power at a certain point without leaking it out, but now, they obviously can't control their true power.

Although the punch seemed slow, it finally came to an end. With a sound, it seemed like a needle piercing a pig urine bubble. The long swords in the hands of the three white-haired old men broke silently and fell to the ground. Before they fell to the ground, they broke into smaller pieces again, and then continued to split. When they fell to the ground, they had already become a pile of powder.

While the sword was broken, the three old men were shocked to fly into the air with screams.

It was not that they dodged themselves, but that they were forcibly knocked away, their bodies rolling in the air, and blood was spurting out of their mouths.

Yang Zhi laughed and jumped up, raised the black sword in his hand high, slashed it with one sword, and it seemed that even the space was torn apart when the sword light passed. What was even more sinister was that his small sword had already flew out silently before the black sword.

The horse leopard laughed wildly and kicked the ground, flying higher than the old man, then rushed down from his head and feet, and his two big fists pounded like a drum, like raindrops. Shi Shusheng quietly shook under an old man, and his shoulders had already been folded, and he poked at the old man above with light words.

Hu Bugui was also united in his body and sword at the moment when the old man was shocked to the air.

Three of the four of them were thieves, and the other was a general who believed in taking advantage of your illness and killing you. Moreover, each of them had fought with Qin Feng and had a blind confidence in Qin Feng. When Qin Feng punched him, they were ready for a sneak attack. Compared to them, Yinggu and Huo Guang did not have this awareness. Seeing that the four of them had taken action, the two of them simply stopped taking action, but just warned them not to let the three of them have a chance to escape.

The sword lights crisscrossed on the square, and a violent sound like thunderbolt sounded from time to time.

When the three old men fell to the ground, each of them was covered in scars and almost inhumane appearance. The three men knelt on one knee, looking at the people around them with bad intentions.

"Shameless!" The old man in the lead spitted and said hatefully.

"I think we are more noble than you who beat women and children." Ma Baozi said gloatingly. He is a native of Qi. Although he is not in the face of the Qi government, he naturally has no good impression of the Chu people who have fought with the Qi people for countless years. He is naturally extremely happy to take this opportunity to beat his opponent. Moreover, the opportunity to beat a master like this may not be encountered once in his life. Only Shi Shusheng, when he turned to look at Qin Feng, his eyes showed deep fear.

Is Qin Feng still a human being? These are the three masters.

Min Ruoxi walked to Qin Feng, looked at his pale face, reached out and gently stroked his back. With a wow, Qin Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, then breathed a sigh of relief, and his face returned to normal red.

"Happy!" He looked back at Min Ruoxi and said with a smile.

"Show off!" Min Ruoxi looked at him angrily. Qin Feng laughed, reached out to hold Min Ruoxi, retreated backwards to the steps of the hall, and became a spectator.

The battle in the south city direction continued. The Ming army's defense line had retreated several miles. This retreat seemed to have allowed the Chu army to see hope for victory, and wave after wave of attacks continued to push forward. A thick layer of corpses had been piled up before the Ming army's position. After repelling the Chu army's attack again, Zhou Jiyun took advantage of the opportunity of the Chu army's rest and Zhou Jiyun once again ordered the cavalry to break the rear, and the entire Ming army retreated back again.

Behind them was the original base of the Chu Army's Nanchang.

"General Zhou, why should we retreat?" Zou Ming from Pili Camp ran to the central army, his face full of anger. "We didn't do our best at all. Our Pili Camp only went up to fight a war, and almost made a whole body warm. You didn't use us anymore, let's go."

Zhou Jiyun looked at him coldly: "General Zou, you should command the team to retreat in an orderly manner in your team, rather than running here to question my decision after leaving your army."

"You..." Zou Ming was furious. He had been stationed in Izumo County and Qingning County, and had rarely dealt with Zhou Jiyun. He had not much awe of this surrendered general who had returned from Qi State, and even had doubts. Fortunately, he was furious and had not forgotten the iron discipline of the Ming army. In the end, he just stared at Zhou Jiyun for a moment, turned around, and ran back to his team like a horse.

Zhou Jiyun snorted and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

The Ming army did not do their best. They could not retreat, but facing the Chu army's desperate attack, not retreating would mean greater casualties, but this was completely unnecessary. Because as a senior general who knew the inside story, what he had to do now was to drag the Chu army farther away from Shangjing City, the better, so that in the subsequent counterattack, he could achieve greater results.

So he wanted to hide some combat power, such as Pili Camp.

Looking around the battlefield, the Ming army's retreat was still orderly. Obviously, everyone did not understand the requirements of the main general, but they still did not hesitate to execute the order. After all, the main force of this army was still Zhou Jiyun's subordinates, while the other troops, such as Guan Ning and Han Huafeng, had been under his command for a long time, and were still very respectful to him. Even though they were puzzled, they still executed the orders without fail.

They retreated to the base of the Chu army's Nandaying earlier, and used the remaining positions of the Nandaying to start building their latest defense line.

The Pili Camp was still placed at the end of the attack sequence, which made Zou Ming even more furious. If the general had not pressed him, he would have almost come to the Central Army to find Zhou Jiyun to argue again.

For Zou Ming, who was eager to make contributions, this was Zhou Jiyun's revenge on him. But for other sensible generals, the first time they questioned the main general or could be let go, but again questioned the main general's decision. From the perspective of the Ming military law, if the main general confirms your head, you have no room for reason.

At dawn, the Chu army that had been resting and recuperated once again chased near Nandaying, and it was the third day of the battle in Nancheng.

Yang Zhi finally returned to the army, and those who returned with him were Ma Baozi, Shi Shusheng, and Hu Bugui.

And Yinggu and Huo Guang disappeared again.

What Yang Zhi brought was not only three masters, but also three wooden boxes.

"Are there any captured Chu soldiers?" Yang Zhi patted three wooden boxes and smiled: "I brought an excellent gift to Wei Zelong."

Seeing the three wooden boxes, Zhou Jiyun knew that everything was being realized according to the previous plan. He laughed and said, "I have prepared it for the general."

Several injured and captured Chu soldiers were brought up, and then they staggered away from the Ming army camp with boxes.

Soon, three wooden boxes were placed in front of Wei Zelong.

Three boxes, three gray-haired heads.

The other generals did not recognize these three people, but why did Wei Zelong not recognize them? They were the biggest reason for this war, and all the attacks were to cover the actions of the three of them.

But now, their heads are being sent back.

All efforts are not rewarded at all.

"Prepare to retreat!" He slowly covered three boxes, looked at the Ming army's sun and moon flag flying in the distance, and tears couldn't help but flow. There would never be such an attack like today. The Chu State, the day when the resting sign was taken forward a big step forward.

A fast horse was coming from afar.

"Report to General, the Xicheng has fallen, and the Ming army has already attacked the city." The messenger immediately fell down from the horse. He lay on the ground, and before he even got up, he had already spoken out a message that made Wei Zelong despair.

"Retreat, the whole army retreat!" He hissed.

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