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Part 4 Heng Jian Xue Facing the Wind Chapter 512 Breaking

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    Up and down Xiaoguan, corpses were strewn everywhere, blood flowed everywhere, broken arrows and broken knives were scattered everywhere, it was a horrible scene of hell.  Blood dyed several city walls red. Before one layer had time to dry up, a new layer would be spread over it. Layers upon layers, like red paint on a wall, falling straight onto the piles of corpses, and finally rotting into pieces.  The bloody mud was trampled to pieces by successive Turkic warriors, exuding a bloody smell that could make anyone uneasy.  The Turkic warriors rushed towards the city wall in dense numbers. The terrifying situation was like a swarm of bees in their nest, only magnified thousands of times, making people feel numb at the sight.  The never-ending killings made Feng Xiaoxiao dare not let go of his hands and feet. He could only use the most labor-saving swordsmanship to kill people as quickly as possible.  There is no sword energy moving horizontally, and no energy sweeping away. The pure sword pierces the throat, killing life and soul.  No one could block his sword, and no one could hit him with his sword. He was like a whirlwind going back and forth on the city wall, turning the living people who rushed up the city wall into dead people all the time, and then they seemed to be swept by the autumn wind.  Like fallen leaves, falling messily.  The wind and snow are raging under the city wall. The black iron sword is like the tip of a brush dipped in ink. With one stroke, there are old dead vines and plum blossoms. The burning mountains are the background, and the long skirt with dancing fish and dragons is blank.  , cutting off the torches that surged towards the city wall like a dragon, back and forth, looking down from a high position, it was like cutting off the flow of a river.  Shi Feixuan was the most elegant Lingbo Fairy. Every time the Se Kong Sword in her hand suddenly clicked, three or five Turkic Khans would stagger down from the ladder, and at the same time, they would bring a dozen people down with them.  At first Feng Xiaoxiao didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that this little beauty really had the heart of a fairy and believed in Buddhist compassion. She actually refused to kill in such a situation. However, after he paid attention and observed it, he found that there was a lot of mystery in it, and he couldn't help but think to himself.  It turns out that Shi Feixuan is the one with the most ruthless methods, even more ruthless than him and Feng Xue, and much more ruthless.  Because she only used the tip of the sword to cut off the blood of the Turks' legs, and if they rolled down the city wall and the ladder, at least a dozen people would fall to half death. The best result would be broken bones and tendons, which would last ten and a half months.  Stand up.  And when a person falls, he needs at least three people to help him and take care of him. This is far more effective in weakening the combat power and morale of the Turks than killing one person with one sword. Injuring dozens of people is equivalent to killing a whole person.  Although she did not take away even a single life directly, it was far more troublesome for the Turks than killing people.  The Buddha¡¯s mouth is like a snake¡¯s heart, it¡¯s nothing more than this!  After seeing through this, even Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel chilled, but he quickly learned the lesson happily, but did not call Fengxue who was under the command, because Fengxue killed people too quickly, so  It's like rushing into an ant colony with a huge torch, killing a large number of them with a casual twist, and killing ten with one force, but playing tricks is a drag.  On the mountain fortress opposite, not only Jieli was so frightened that his scalp was numb, but also all the subordinates were so shocked that their faces were green and their lips were white, their whole bodies were weak, and they could hardly even hold their knives steadily.  Jie Li is the hero of the grassland, and all the followers around him are warriors who have broken out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but no one has ever seen such a horrific scene like mincing meat.  A few hours ago, if someone had said that just three people could stop his 100,000 cavalry, Jieli would have thought it was a big joke, and then chopped that person into pieces and fed them to the wolves.  Weakness on the grassland is the original sin, and you can bully and ravage at will.  Now Jieli thinks this joke is not funny at all. His face is livid, his fingertips are white, and he holds the knife very tightly.  No one can avoid the fear of meaningless death, which is endless and without any hope, and Jieli is certainly no exception. However, in the middle of the night, nearly a thousand people were killed or injured, which shows that the fierce battle was extremely cruel.  .  ¡°But Jieli really couldn¡¯t swallow this breath. If he led an army of 100,000 people but couldn¡¯t take down just three people, or even ran away in fear, how could he have the dignity to be the king on the grassland in the future?  He could only make up his mind bitterly, even if it cost people's lives to make up for the loss, he would still wipe out Xiao Guan and kill the three inhumanly strong people alive.  After slashing, he shouted: "Come on, let's see how proud you Feng Xiaoxiao can be!" Khan's anger quickly turned into the horror of reality. The war drums were beating, and the golden wolf flag that had been standing still was fluttering crazily in the night wind.  , and began to advance rapidly along the winding mountain road.  Feng Xue was still able to charge back and forth with ease, but both Feng Xiaoxiao and Shi Feixuan felt the pressure increase greatly.  The biggest pressure comes from the amazingly powerful feather arrows, which come one after another.  The powerful bowstring suddenly sounded more violently, like thunder mixed with heavy rain, and the heart-stopping "boom boom" sound was overwhelming and shocking.  No one can ignore this continuous and precise rain of arrows No, it is simply a wall of arrows.  This is the combined effort of nearly a hundred people, which is amplified dozens of times by powerful bowstrings, and then shot with electricity.    Feng Xiaoxiao used his sword to break the arrows, as if pushing aside the waterfall of arrows that fell straight in front of him. Although it kept flying and overflowing like splashing water, he stepped back step by step, as if he was being hammered continuously by a giant hammer, and was finally pressed at the end.  The whole body was embedded in the wall, causing the gravel to fly away.  Shi Feixuan's situation was almost the same as his, and she shouted: "Don't show your head, it's the Condor Shooter of the Golden Wolf Army!" Fortunately, due to the barrier of the wall, the two of them were no longer out of sight of Guan Xia's Condor Shooter, but they were also  Unable to suppress the city wall any longer, the Turkic warriors swarmed up the city wall crazily along several ladders, and their morale was greatly boosted.  The ferocious face, the excited roar, the bright scimitar, and the suffocating breath of death.  Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that using a sword on the battlefield was a mistake. He suddenly stood up and roared, throwing out the long sword that was hit by powerful arrows, bringing up blood-colored lightning, directly piercing through nearly ten people, and then grabbed a huge sword with his hand.  mace, swinging with raised hand.  Several people's heads were burst into pulp, and their corpses were blown upside down like light rags blown up by the strong wind. After hitting the people, they showed a huge power that was close to that of a trebuchet, and smashed out several pieces of crushed stone.  Plasma, a large area of ??messy blood suddenly appeared on the city wall that was originally crowded with people.  The Turkic warriors who rushed up the wall were stunned by the horrific scene in front of them.  Feng Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to jump into the crowd, and grabbed a steel gun, whirling violently, and a blood-spewing tornado suddenly descended on the city. The bones flying in all directions penetrated any flesh and blood that hit it without any hindrance.  Then it brought a brighter and bloody whirlwind.  Until the mace was broken into pieces and only a handful of sawdust was left, until the steel spear was bent like boiled noodles, the city finally became empty again.  There is no Turkic man who can be taller than his waist. The sticky broken bones and rotten meat all over the floor are like the minced meat squeezed out by a meat grinder. When you step on it, it will make a harsh sound like a leaking water bag, which can make the most miserable.  A fiery person is cold all over.  The crazy killing finally broke the madman's courage. The Turks fled down the city crying and howling. Many people panicked and didn't have time to retreat from the ladder. They simply jumped off the high wall of more than ten feet and fell to pieces screaming.  .  (~^~)
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