The sword raised, and Guo Xiaojiu's eyes were full of chill. He stared at the face of the man in the martial arts world: "It turns out it's you, I think so, only your Yu family can do such a thing."

The man from the martial arts world took two steps back, raised his sword to protect his chest, without answering, he had already leaned his body and floated towards the battlements. He looked at it carefully and turned out to be Mr. Yu.

It was not until this time that several men from the rivers and lakes who were walking on the top of the city who were following Mr. Yu to react and took out their weapons to stop Mr. Yu from retreating.

They are ordinary Jianjiazi, and they are not the opponent of Mr. Yu. Even if they don’t take up the corner of Mr. Yu’s clothes, they have taken several lives by Mr. Yu.

A silver spear was thrown straight out, almost inserted into Mr. Yu's chest, tearing a big hole in his clothes on his chest, but no injuries left. Yuanba had already stepped forward.

Seeing Yuan Ba ​​taking action, Guo Xiaojiu stopped looking in the direction of Mr. Yu, hurriedly turned around and reached out to support Zhou Ziheng.

"It's not important, let me finish this drum first." Zhou Ziheng did not turn around, his voice was a little weak. The drumstick hit the drum skin that was dyed red, splashing the blood that had not yet dissipated, and instantly exploded with gorgeous fireworks.

In fact, after this sword, Zhou Ziheng avoided almost all the key points. It seemed that the long sword passed through his chest, which meant that he was bleeding more. However, this was still a fatal injury for ordinary people.

The main reason was that the bleeding continued, which made Zhou Ziheng's head a little confused. The blood was still flowing, starting from the armor on his chest, dripping dripping on his feet, and spreading to his feet.

Retracting the sword back into the sheath, Guo Xiaojiu looked at Zhou Ziheng carefully and took a breath for him. I have to say that the prince is still very tough at times.

He was really worried about him when he looked at the blood under Zhou Ziheng's feet. After all, he didn't understand medical skills. If this prince really made a mistake, then he would meet his younger sister in the future...

"Don't be stubborn, stop quickly. Military doctor, military doctor!" Guo Xiaojiu said in a hurry, and he shouted Zhou Ziheng not to beat the drum again, while turning around and calling out to the military doctor.

Seeing the movement here, Shi Bianming rushed over, and two military doctors followed behind him. While running, he shouted at the city: "Fatty Xu, Fatty Xu, stretcher!"

"Oh!" Xu Dabao's voice came from the city. Since the fat man followed Shi Bianming that day, he had entered the city and met Guo Xiaojiu. He also invited Guo Xiaojiu to have a drink.

Originally, Xu Dabao was assigned to the city, responsible for logistics, and after the city gate was broken, he led his subordinates to repair the city gate with a group of horse thieves from the miscellaneous army.

At this time, I heard the movement on the top of the city, and I couldn't help but feel curious. Isn't this the Turkic barbarians who have not arrived at the city yet? Why are someone injured?

When I got up to the city, I saw it clearly. It turned out that the prince was injured, and this matter could not be delayed.

After snatching the drumstick from Zhou Ziheng's hand, Guo Xiaojiu glared at him fiercely: "At this time, why are you going to hold on? If the little master knows, think about how to get in with her."

"Hehe!" Zhou Ziheng was already lying on the stretcher and then smiled.

Instead of answering Guo Xiaojiu's words, he looked at Shi Bianming and held Shi Bianming's hand tightly: "General, I'll leave this city to you. Our Tang Dynasty is not afraid of death in front of the Turkic barbarians, so we can't die in vain."

"Well! Your Highness the Prince is relieved." Shi Bianming nodded and hurriedly signaled the military doctor to take Zhou Ziheng to the top of the city wall to check the injury.

Xu Dabao, who had been watching the side for a while, smiled at Guo Xiaojiu. As soon as he was about to leave, Shi Bianming grabbed him back: "Where can you go?"

"General, this is not..." Xu Dabao was about to say that he was assigned to the city, how dangerous it was on the city.

"Go and beat the drum for me!" After pushing forward, Xu Dabao was already standing in front of the drum, and happened to step on the blood stains left by Zhou Ziheng before. He was so scared that he quickly raised his foot.

"If something happens and delays morale, I will kill you to sacrifice the flag!" Shi Bianming said, even though there was a bit of joke in his words.

But Xu Dabao had to take it seriously. This is a general who has fought on the battlefield. The blood on his hands is probably dyed red from the entire streets and alleys of the Wandering Soul Castle.

Not daring to delay anything, Xu Dabao hurriedly took the drumstick from Guo Xiaojiu and fell heavily with the guards' drumsticks.

The Turkic barbarians were less than a mile away from the city, and various patterns on the battle flag were finally seen clearly.

Many soldiers raised their bows, and the arrows were still on the strings. They looked at the city nervously, but they were just in their eyes, their hands did not tremble and their morale did not fall.

The prince Zhou Ziheng set an example and performed well. The morale of the Tang Dynasty soldiers was very high, and at this time they even rose to the sky.

A silver spear passed by the Gobi Desert and had already chased after more than a mile below the city. Not far from Yuanba was the Turkic barbarian rolling in. He did not stop at his feet and still chased forward.

The Turkic barbarians seemed to have not seen him, and let him rush by the middle of the army.

Looking at the figure in the distance, Guo Xiaojiu narrowed his eyes slightly. I am afraid that this delay would be lost to Yuanba's hands? He simply jumped high, jumped off the head of the city, and unsheathed the sword behind him, and jumped up.

On the top of the city, many heroes from the world watched it and cheered, and the soldiers on the top of the city also felt a burst of passion.

There was only one order from the rear of the Turkic barbarians, breaking the city! The flag bearers did not stop, and the Turkic soldiers behind them did not dare to stop.

Guo Xiaojiu, who was stepping on the flying sword, passed over the heads of many barbarians. These Turkic barbarians just looked at the corners of their eyes for a few times, but did not dare to stop at all.

The masters of the martial arts world have extremely lethal power on the battlefield. Often, only a few thousand soldiers can surround and kill a master who enters the holy realm. The lower seventh level is easier, and the first-class masters only need at most four or five hundred soldiers.

Think about the legends from the early years, the two names that the Turkic barbarians could not be wielded for a long time, how could they not be called these eagles on the grassland, and a little scary arise in their hearts.

Young Master Yu, who escaped from the city early, suddenly turned around and threw the sword in his hand out. After stopping in the army, he smiled. This tossing was really fatal. If he had slowed down just now, he would have been stabbed by the silver spear.

A woman with a sword suddenly appeared behind Mr. Yu. She was a charming and beautiful lady. The lady walked to Mr. Yu and patted him on the shoulder: "My good guy, go rest, and leave this place to my mother."

Yuanba stopped not far away, and the spear in his hand slid upwards, flew away the oncoming sword. The tip of the spear fell and pointed at the ground, staring at Mr. Yu who was slowly retreating, without saying a word.

At this time, Guo Xiaojiu was still above the head of the Turkic barbarian army. He also saw the movement here, knowing that it was probably the Turkic barbarians who had already thought about how to deal with him and the Yuan Ba, otherwise those barbarians would not ignore them.

In a blink of an eye, Guo Xiaojiu was approaching Yuanba, retracted the Dao Sword, landed his feet, sniffed, and smiled at the lady and asked, "Are you the first sword in Mobei, the old lady named Yu Fengyi?"

"It's so rude." Yu Fengyi also smiled, her smile full of charm.

If it weren't for the peerless face of Ning Buer and Huoshui, Guo Xiaojiu would probably be like an ordinary man in the world, and might have fallen under this pomegranate skirt.

Not to mention that I had originally planned to fight with this lady, just talking about the situation just now, Mr. Yu almost took Zhou Ziheng's life, and Guo Xiaojiu could not bear it.

I still want to delay a while and make a duel for Yu Fengyi. At the moment, I looked like the Tang sergeant on the top of the city, and had to fire the arrow on the string.

Since that's the case, Guo Xiaojiu can also think about it. If you can't fight, you can always run away, right?

He took off his wine bag, drank it alone, and handed it to Yuanba: "Since you can't kill the barbarian, then let's compare who can last longer under her."

"I won't drink in front of the formation." Yuan Ba ​​pushed away Guo Xiaojiu's wine bag, and the sharp look in his eyes was like two thrilling lightning, shooting towards Yu Fengyi.

"Hey!" Guo Xiaojiu had just taken back his wine bag and wanted to take another sip, but saw that Yuanba had already raised his spear, and he stepped on his feet, and yellow sand splashed, stabbing him with a shot.
Chapter completed!