He smiled elegantly, but also calmly. He supported Chen Qingzhi's soldiers on both sides and said in confusion: "General! This..."

Chen Qingzhi looked at the blue sky at noon, gently pushed the soldiers on both sides away, and stood with his hands behind his back. The breeze blew his white clothes. Chen Qingzhi's bright and transparent eyes flashed with a trace of blue light. Chen Qingzhi sorted out his clothes, stretched out his slender fingers, slowly picked up the weapons on the ground, held them in his hand, and handed them to the soldiers behind him, and smiled slightly, "Maybe I can really see the last peace."

The two soldiers stared at Chen Qingzhi's back, not knowing what he was saying. Chen Qingzhi put on his blue shirt and walked towards the hall, leaving only a shallow white shadow. If Zhao Hu looked at Chen Qingzhi with a smile on his face at this moment, there would be a slight coldness behind him, because Chen Qingzhi's smile often represents the death of tens of thousands of people......

Chen Qingzhi is hidden in his smile! Blood and earth are stained with dust and cold sides!

On the city wall, Zhao Hu was holding the White Tiger Seven Star Knife in his hand and standing on the city wall, his eyes watching the movements of the city wall.

Xiang soldiers under the city wall rushed up one by one, Fang Fei and the other! Fang Fei took the lead, bit the ghost-headed sword, rolled up the cloak in their arms with one hand, and raised their feet to climb up the ladder.

"Rolling stones... raywood!" With the shout of the deputy general, each stone and wood were smashed down, but the two men seemed to have shined light, and none of them fell on them. In a short while, Fang Fei took the lead in taking more than a dozen soldiers, climbed up the city wall, and tore a hole in the defensive ground.

The entire formation was in chaos. Fang Fei was a fat man. Who would have thought that such a fat man would climb up the ladder so quickly. He was like a celestial rat, and then followed the treasure knife in his mouth. Fang Fei spitted out a spit in his mouth and took the ghost-headed sword in his hand and shouted loudly. However, in a few times, he slashed dozens of soldiers.

Zhao Hu, who is now supervising the preparations, turned cold and took the knife in his hand, then walked up, his face calm, the knife in his hand scraped to the ground, making a slight sound. At this moment, Fang Meng also climbed up, gasping heavily, leaning against Fang Fei's rear, and confronted dozens of soldiers in front of him, and smiled and said, "I said fat man, you climbed fast enough, it's only a few kung fu! How many heads have been cut off!"

Fang Fei exhaled heavily, wiped the blood from the corners of her eyes, and smiled and said, "Make do it! Wait do it! Ha...haha!"

Xue Ju rode his war horse, looked at Fang Tianding behind him, and smiled and said, "These two are very brave! Depending on the situation, you and I can drink and have fun in this city today!"

"It's extreme! It's extreme!" Fang Tianding said, yelling from the side.

On the city wall, Zhao Hu carried the big knife in his hand and came to the two of them within a few steps. He wore a bright armor and said calmly: "Two bed bugs can still turn the world around!"

"Haha! Those who put on the bidding and selling first place! They dare to be rampant in front of me. Today, they will definitely let you die here! Kill!" Fang Fei shouted loudly, and was very contemptuous of Zhao Hu. He lifted his sword and went up like a tiger going down the mountain. Fang Ying was not afraid of it, and he lifted his sword and came to kill him.

Zhao Hu's face was calm, and the white tiger seven-star sword in his hand was lit up. The blade was slashing in the air, like a wave of tigers. The faint energy above Zhao Hu's body emerged. With one knife, the two of them felt a flower in front of their eyes, and most of the blood floated out, like cherry blossoms in full bloom.

Zhao Hu's expression was cold and cold light flashed by, like thousands of swords. The armor in front of Fang Fei's chest actually showed a large knife edge. Fang Fei was looking at the sword in his hand, and saw that it had been broken into pieces in the sky. He was looking at the square behind him, wanting to make him be careful. However, all of this was shocked by a blood from his neck and throat. The square behind him had long become a headless corpse.

The White Tiger Seven-Star Knife in Zhao Hu's hand and blood had not yet fallen, dripping on the ground along the blade. Zhao Hu seemed to hate the two of them very much. He kicked the city wall one by one and was smashed to pieces. These scenes were naturally seen by Xue Ju and Fang Tianding. Fang Tianding was furious and was about to go up, but on the city wall in the distance, there was the sarcasm of Zhao Hu coming from.

"Xue Ju! You can be considered Xiang Yu's Five Tiger Generals, why should you send these unknown people to die? Then the Thirteen Generals of Shangdang! Greedy Wolf summoned Hu, you and I will fight for life and death!" Zhao Hu's face was calm and he scolded. It turned out that Xiang Bing, who was still moving forward, began to move. He joked that both deputy generals were dead and were ridiculed by the enemy's chief general...

"The advantage of words and tongues! It's just a false reputation!" Xue Ju snorted coldly, expressionless, but the hand of the size of a cushion was tightly grasped in his hand. A nameless fire in his heart was burning. Although Zhao Hu did not insult him, it was a naked provocation for other generals.

"General! Please allow me to leave the station again! Avenge my brother!" Fang Tianding said with a cold face.

Xue Ju said calmly: "Wait!"

Chen Qingzhi, who was under the city, slowly stood up, stretched his waist, and smiled slightly, "It's time! Go and tell Zhao Hu."

"Get orders!"

Zhao Hu on the city wall immediately understood when he saw Chen Qingzhi's order flag change. He looked at Xue Ju in the distance and shouted: "You are not going to surpass me! I will go to you!"

Xue Ju's face changed at the city and said in confusion: "What's wrong! Do you still want to fight with me?"

Zhao Hu looked at Xue Ju with a calm expression, sneered, and came down to the city for a while, and said, "Where is the white-robed ghost soldier?"

"We're here!" Under the corner of the city, there were five thousand white-robed soldiers, everyone wearing masks, and everyone was holding a ghost-headed sword in their hands. At a glance, they were all soldiers wearing cloth clothes, but almost all of them were rattan armor, and they were wearing light armor inside. The armor was extremely thin and not heavy. The white clothes outside were dyed with water and were wet and transparent, so they were not easy to be burned by fire.

Zhao Hu personally rode a war horse and held the rope, and said with a serious expression: "Soldiers! There is a trap in front of him! Xuan Wu! There is a surprise attack behind him! Hu Ben! I will be my ghost soldier no matter what happens today!"

"ha!"

"Hahaha!" Chen Qingzhi was wearing a white dress and said expressionlessly: "Soldiers! Come with me! Let's meet the tiger and wolf army in front of me for a while!"

"The last general takes the order! And all the matters in the city are handed over to the deputy general!"

"Open the city gate!" Zhao Hu raised the big knife in his hand and shouted.
Chapter completed!