Outside Luoyang City, under the destroyed city wall, nearly a hundred large black shields have been placed at the breakout, which has barely sealed the broken land.

Under that big shield, there were corpses piled up together, nearly ten feet high.

Most of them were piled up of corpses of Northern Dynasties, but there were also knights in the martial arts formation.

Above the city wall, the exhausted Beggars' Gangs and the Heluo Gangs set up strong bows and crossbows again, and a group of heavy casualties and injured tourists also stepped up their rest on the city tower.

Outside the broken city wall, Lang Mutou, who was carrying the banner of the right and wrong village, was riding on a horse, surrounded by brothers from the formation, as well as more than a hundred old soldiers from Tiance, and the figures in the city who volunteered to defend the city.

The cavalry also expanded to nearly two thousand.

Two hundred feet away from them, the Northern Dynasties cavalry were eyeing them. Their plan to rush into the city was broken by this team of non-city soldiers, but there were still six or seven thousand people in the formation at this time.

Still have the power to fight.

Until now, the people of the Southern Dynasty were unwilling to give up, and the people of the Northern Dynasty were even more impossible.

They were like injured wolves, surrounding their prey, with cold eyes, and they were always planning to pounce on them and bite off a piece of flesh while the prey was not paying attention.

But they dare not move!

As long as the Jianghu people who were riding a horse standing in front of the Southern Dynasty and had only one arm to move, the eight-foot-high silver spear in their hands was still there, they would not dare to move.

"Why don't we fight?"

There were impatient people in the martial arts world riding on horseback and shouting loudly.

They had just experienced the power of a hundred birds and phoenix spears on the battle formation, and with these thousand people, they killed the Northern Dynasties' elite riders and horses. In that murderous battle formation, they seemed invincible.

These red-eyed tourists from the world want to rush into the Northern Dynasty formation now and kill again to avenge the innocent people in the city and those dead colleagues.

"Shut up!"

Riding on a horse to protect Shen Qiu, the one-armed veteran Tiance General Wang Duwei turned around and cursed.

These people in the martial arts world have a narrow vision.

I really think that with a sharp weapon in the world, I can break through the Northern Dynasty formation in front of me with less than two thousand exhausted troops?

The Hundred Birds and Phoenix Spear is indeed a military treasure. This gun is a dead object and will not be exhausted.

But people will be tired!

Before, with Shen Qiu's rushing to the battlefield, 800 soldiers were left behind, but now everyone is injured. Even if there are hundreds of birds who are phoenix guns, more than 20% of them are still killed or injured.

From the afternoon to now, even if you are a person who is hit hard, you should be exhausted and paralyzed.

Now we gather here, and use a hundred birds to condemn the Northern Dynasty formation in front of us, and we dare not act rashly, but we are already at the end of our strength. If we really want to kill, we may be able to kill it.

But after one game, how many of these two thousand people can be left?

If they are no longer defending, the large shield corpses from behind will not be able to withstand the attacks of the Northern Dynasties, even if only a thousand people rushed into the city, the city is now burning.

This Luoyang City is afraid it will die tonight.

"Brother, can you hold on?"

Xiao Tie is not too tired.

While stuffing dry food into his mouth, he held Shen Qiu and asked in a low voice.

"It's done."

Shen Qiu, who tied his left arm to his waist with his blood-stained right hand, held the gun and said to Xiao Tie.

"Don't hold on."

Zhang Lan, who was riding a horse and carrying him, whispered:

"After killing for so long, you are not a god who came to the world and was injured again. I'm afraid you can't hold on?"

Chen Qiu was silent.

Tiredness is secondly. If you have the true energy of snow in your body, you can relieve fatigue and endure long-term hard struggle.

But the problem was that there was still cold air in his body, and he was happy that the previous surprise attack penetrated Shuoxue's energy into his body.

Although he can also use the Xuanxue Xuan Gong, the cold air left by Gao Xing, whether in terms of quality or solidity, is far greater than Chen Qiu's true energy. It is not easy to dissolve it.

He had a fracture in his left hand and was seriously injured. He urgently needed peace of mind at this time.

But the current situation is really beyond him.

"That gun was left by Xiao Tie's father. Can he use it?"

Zhang Lan asked in a whisper.

There were also concerns and concerns in his tone. Chen Qiu understood Zhang Lan's meaning. If Xiao Tie could be used, he would hand over the Hundred Birds' Spear to him first and push him over.

"Just say it's useful, anyone can use it."

Chen Qiu shook his head, and he looked at the lonely cold night in front of him, and the shadows of the Northern Dynasty formation were neighing, and the war horses neighed, and said softly:

"This gun is very gentle and low-key, and will not injure the user, but the murderous battle formation... is not something that everyone can inspire. This powerful weapon in the world is like this cowardly.

If you don’t have the heart, it ignores you.”

Zhang Lan also lamented.

His eyes scanned left and right in the crowd, and finally fell on Li Baoguo. He said to Chen Qiu:

"Young Master, seeing that the young man was murderous and used a spear, he was extremely active in the standing formation, just like a newborn. Do you think he can use it?

It will be lent to him temporarily and it will be taken back later.

It is a miracle that you are attacked by the Heavenly List and will never die by chance, but this injury can't be delayed anymore. If you drag it on, you will be afraid that it will hurt your body."

Chen Qiu was silent for a few breaths, shook his head and said:

"Li Baoguo, it's not possible."

“Why?”

Zhang Lan asked in surprise.

"Its former master is fugitive."

Chen Qiu sighed:

"After you soaring through the sky with the flying eagle and being proud of the world, can you still endure and walk around the ground and crawl on the ground together?

That day, young general Ce may be possible in the future, but now, he cannot do it.

It’s not just him. If I had to choose one in Luoyang City, my Uncle Ren might be a little bit likely, and others... can’t do it."

When Zhang Lan heard this, he sighed lightly. He stretched out his hand and placed it on Shen Qiu's broken arm, slowly injecting the true energy of the ghost shadow to relieve Chen Qiu's pain.

He said:

"Then you can only keep holding on.

But I don’t understand, what am I waiting for here? Should I really confront the reinforcements of the Northern Dynasties? Then we should seize the time and let the people in the city withdraw!

I was happy to kill the Zhengzhou general, and reinforcements would no longer come.

Isn’t it a waste of time to confront each other like this now?"

Chen Qiu shook his head without an answer.

Wang Duwei, who was behind him, heard Zhang Lan's words and coughed and said:

"There is still a team of reinforcements, on the way to come. I have to wait here until they come. At that time, it will be the best opportunity to fight back and kill and defeat the enemy."

Above the city tower, Chong and Laodao, Dongfang Ce and other decent heroes were also catching up to recover every minute.

Everyone has made a decision in their hearts. If two thousand people in the area are attacked and cannot hold on, they should be the martial arts masters who sacrificed their lives for this lonely city in Luoyang.

No one knows whether it can be blocked or not.

But I could only grit my teeth and fight until reinforcements or destruction arrived.

"Dongfang, what are you looking at?"

Xiao Lingsu, a disciple of the Jade Palace, looked at Dongfang Ce while tied his injured arm. The white Taoist robe of the seven swordsmen was covered in blood and had no trace of elegance.

But he did not look at the North** Formation, but instead turned his eyes to the city, with many concerns in his eyes.

Hearing Xiao Lingsu's inquiry, Dongfang Ce waved his hand, held the sword, and said casually:

"We are already in the Jedi, but the city is not stable. I have a good friend of God who is in the city at this time, fighting against the Demon Lord of the Demon Cult, and I don't know how he is now.

I was very worried. If he had a few shortcomings, I would really... not want to live alone."

When Xiao Lingsu heard Dongfang Ce's tenderness and showing his boyfriend's friendship, he immediately shivered and had goose bumps on his body.

He wanted to stay away from Dongfang Ce.

But then I thought that I was born with an ugly appearance and a short person, so I would definitely not be able to catch the eyes of the hero Chunyang.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lingsu felt at ease.

But, there is a different kind of sadness.

"Ao"
To be continued...