After Lu Zhihui took out a sergeant from the Western King's Mansion with one sword, she picked up his long sword again. She held her two swords in her hand and rushed straight to Huang Yuchen who was surrounded by heavily. No one could have imagined that the beauty who looked so weak and beautiful, but she was not vague at all when she killed people. Even some soldiers who had been through the battlefield could not compare with her.

At the same time, many burly men in Shacheng had arrived at the battlefield, quickly crossed the fire wall before Shacheng, and headed straight for the defeated troops of the Western Prince's Mansion.

In the sand city, Lu Zhihui's subordinates were only one or two hundred, each with big arms and round waists and strong bodies. Most of them had escaped from Qitian territory to Shacheng before. They were illegal people themselves, and those who could safely reach Shacheng from Qitian's hinterland were not mediocre. These 200 people entered the formation of the Western King's Mansion Army and directly rushed out of a gap in the formation. Everyone swung the weapons in their hands and started to kill them desperately.

Although the Xiwangfu army was a little dizzy by the sudden resistance, most of the villages and towns they passed by had not resisted much before and surrendered. They had never encountered such a desperate resistance along the way, but these people had experienced hardships and cruel elimination. Those who could reach Shacheng were the best in the previous army. No matter what the opponent encountered, they could adjust their state as soon as possible. Although they were physically and mentally exhausted, they had no loss of fighting spirit at all.

Even when facing Huang Yuchen who set fire everywhere and even facing Lu Zhihui who was holding two swords to kill all directions, the soldiers of the Western King's Mansion were not timid, but chose to use a large amount of manpower to surround the two of them and use more power to deal with the big man in the sand city who rushed out from behind.

The difference between regular troops and bandits immediately appeared.

Although the great men in Shacheng are all big and round, and have a strong strength, they have not experienced professional military training. They faced the attack head-on with the Xiwangfu Army, which is an elite regular army, and immediately got at a disadvantage. Without many encounters, they could still kill the soldiers of the Xiwangfu Army at the beginning. In a few days, the Xiwangfu Army began to organize counterattacks, using three people as a team to cooperate in combat. There were few casualties in the Xiwangfu Army. On the contrary, casualties in the direction of Shacheng were increasing rapidly.

Lu Zhihui rushed into the crowd of the Western King's Mansion and killed all directions. As long as all the soldiers dared to step forward, no one could stop her from her move. A powerful force could burst out from her thin body. Often, with one knife, the soldiers of the Western King's Mansion who were cut down would be cut into two pieces. Even veterans who had been through the battlefield had never seen this scene. Lu Zhihui seemed to have turned into a god of killing. Many Western King's Mansion soldiers now just surrounded her in the middle, and no one stepped forward easily.

In just a quarter of an hour, there were no less than a dozen soldiers of the Western King's Mansion who died under Lu Zhihui. The two swords in her hand had begun to roll the blades, no longer had the sharpness of the beginning. She threw them aside and picked up two more hands from the ground. In this process, Lu Zhihui was careless, as if he was picking up firewood in his backyard. Even so, no one in the Western King's Mansion dared to come up and attack.

On the other side, the fire-free talisman carved on Huang Yuchen's hands had collapsed and could not bear more fire-attribute baptism, turning into several light spots and dissipated. Now Huang Yuchen has already put the formation armor on his body, picked up a long sword from somewhere, and fought with the Xiwang Mansion Army. He has been away from the battlefield for a long time, and has not encountered a battle worth mentioning since he came back from the enclave. This time he encountered the Xiwang Mansion Army, and he used almost all the tricks he knew.

At first, he thought that with the fire element and the Lihuo Formation, he could also shock their minds while killing the soldiers of the Western King's Mansion in large numbers and let them stop their crazy attacks. But in fact, he was still wrong. Now for these Western King's Mansion troops, there is no way out. Either kill all their enemies in the sand city, or die here, and there is no third way.

From the Qitian Emperor Capital to the border sand city, they passed by countless cities, villages and towns, and they encountered many hardships. They had seen all the conspiracies and tricks. Some had deceived them into entering the city and then drugged them, some deceived them into entering the city and then siege them, some promised to replenish them and wanted to incorporate them. In the end, some found out that they wanted to kill them, some rely on the strong city to stand firm, and some set up ambushers and ambushes from the road ahead. In short, no one who had seen them did not pay attention to them, and no one who had talked to them did not plot against them. Why did the two generals who led them be called cruel by the outside world in just one month? This is impossible.

They want to live and go back.

Although the King of the West, Emperor Chengbi, who returned to the West Palace alone, had already abandoned them completely, the King of the West Palace Ding'an City is their hometown. When people are in desperate situations, they will miss their hometown even more.

Such a strong emotion is manifested in them now, and it is cruelty. At this moment, these Xiwangfu army can no longer trust anyone. They can only believe in themselves and believe in the sword in their hands. Only those who are dead will not harm them, will not carry their heads to seek credit and reward, and will not exchange their lives for their high-ranking officials and generous salaries.

When the Western King's Mansion retreated, there were nearly 30,000 remaining soldiers, but now there are only less than 1,000 people left. The reason can be found out at first thought.

The peak of the siege of the remaining soldiers of the Western Prince's Mansion, since the Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, all major forces in Qitian have set their sights on the remaining soldiers of the Western Prince's Mansion. If they hadn't adopted the strategy of killing all the way, there might not be even nearly a thousand people here, and everyone's heads would have been taken back and asked for rewards for the new court.

This is not the fault of the Eastern Palace, nor is it the fault of Huang Yuanwu. It is just that the desire in people's hearts is ignited, and what is burning is the lives of the soldiers of the Western Palace.

On the battlefield, blood was sprinkled, and the dead bodies were frozen together with the snow on the ground, and were covered in red.

Huang Yuchen waved the long sword in his hand vigorously, and the formation armor on his body had been changed once. Even though his body contained pure fire-attribute energy at this moment, his formation armor also had some fire-attribute properties and its defense ability was more than twice as strong as before, but he was still in a difficult position in front of many soldiers of the Western King's Mansion who were fearless.

He was almost exhausted before opening a path to Lu Zhihui. At this moment, Lu Zhihui was wearing thick air, and there was a whirring heat on her body, and many wounds were cut off by swords on her arms and thighs. It was obvious that Lu Zhihui was at the end of her strength.

At this time the battle was in progress, it was actually less than half an hour to calculate that Huang Yuchen released the fire wall.

Qi Zhengye, Liu Xing'an and two generals of the Western Prince's Mansion stood together. After so long, they did not gain any advantage. Qi Zhengye's clothes had been cut several times. From it, you could vaguely see the bright red blood. Sweat was left on his forehead and dripped on his clothes. He was soon frozen into ice crystals by the cold weather, and was already in a mess.

Liu Xing'an's condition is not as good as Qi Zhengye. The injuries he suffered in Chihong Sect have not yet healed. He could not take any advantage of a general of the Western Prince's Mansion who was not weaker than him. One of his sleeves had been torn off by himself because they had been chopped many times and threw them into the snow beside him. The arms exposed outside were covered with blood and a heavy breath.

Looking at the two generals of the Western Prince's Mansion, the armor on their bodies had been beaten beyond recognition by Qi and Liu's iron fists. Now we can barely see that it was still armor, and its face was still red and swollen. One of the generals had a long sword in his hand bent, but even if they were beaten like this, they could not do anything to each other and could not cause fatal damage to each other.

On the front battlefield, the Han Han in Shacheng suffered heavy casualties under the cooperation of the Xiwangfu Army. The team of one or two hundred people has now suffered 30% of the casualties. On the other hand, there are still a large number of new forces in the Xiwangfu, which is conservatively estimated to be no less than 600 people.

"Kill!" The generals of the Western Prince's Mansion had blood-red eyes, and they swung the long sword that had been bent, and rushed towards Qi Zhengye again. Qi and Liu were not polite, and they used their fighting spirit again to fight with the two generals.

On the other side, Huang Yuchen and Lu Zhihui were both wearing back-to-back clothes. Compared to Lu Zhihui, Huang Yuchen was in a slightly better condition. After several days of breathing, the energy in his body had greatly improved, which was directly reflected in his combat power. However, he no longer put the fire-attribute elements outward and fused them into the weapons in his hand, because he felt that the vortex in his chest had become smaller. Although the speed of operation was still extremely fast, the intensity had obviously decreased.

After all, Huang Yuchen is not a special fire-attribute cultivator. His understanding of fire-attribute is very one-sided, and he will not use those tricks specifically belonging to fire-attribute cultivators. He simply uses the fire-attribute elements in his body as fighting spirit. The martial arts he used are the simple tricks he learned in the royal palace before and used on the battlefield. The only difference is that he can use the formations, and it does make it possible for him to block many swords when he penetrates his body.

On the other hand, Lu Zhihui, her naked long legs and arms were all hung on her exposed. Because the weather was cold, the blood flowing out also condensed on her arms. After a while of rest, Huang Yuchen could clearly feel that Lu Zhihui's momentum was weaker than before, and the heat in her body also declined. The state of heat emitting all over her body was obviously the result of the rapid movement of the fighting energy in her body. Now that the speed of operation is at a certain point, the cold air around her immediately eroded, and there seemed to be a layer of frost on her skin.

"Is it okay?" Huang Yuchen and Lu Zhihui were back to back, staring at the soldiers of the Western King's Mansion who were slowly moving forward in front of him, and asked Lu Zhihui in a low voice.

"Haha." Lu Zhihui didn't reply immediately, but instead chuckled softly before saying, "How do you know that you care about your sister? I knew you like your sister, but you still don't admit it."

"It's time, don't tease me." Huang Yuchen relaxed a little nervously after hearing her words, and said, "Can you still stick to it?"

"It's too early to want my life." Lu Zhihui said contemptuously, with cruelty and ferocity in her eyes. When the soldiers of the Western King's Mansion in front of her couldn't help but take a step back when they saw her eyes. This could make the remnant army who was already desperate, which shows Lu Zhihui's toughness.

"I'm afraid I can't get out of here today." Huang Yuchen also smiled and said, "But I never thought I would encounter such a thing here."

"You, when you meet my sister, you will be destined." Lu Zhihui laughed, picked up the long sword in her hand, and rushed in directly at the Xiwangfu army in front of her.

Huang Yuchen no longer hesitated and directly swung his long sword toward the sergeant in front of him.

The fight continues.

At this moment, at the other end of the sand city, in the vast desert, a large cavalry unit appeared, well-equipped and neatly arranged. On the high flag behind it, there was a golden word "Emperor".

"It's just right." A voice said softly, and then the entire cavalry unit rode his horse and whipped it straight for the sand city.
Chapter completed!