Chapter 31 War

Fan He's heart was tight, and his hands were full of sweat. He really wanted to exchange his life for Luo Ning's life, because he repeatedly promised to protect the safety of his only cousin in front of his parents and two brothers, but now his cousin is in danger. It was he who couldn't rescue himself. At this moment, the powerlessness and self-reproach in Fan He's heart had made Fan He's eyes red.

Luo Ning's sword is still flashing. The unrepentant momentum is bound to pierce the sword of Bitora Azze, and a proud look appeared on Bitora Aze's face. After all, the young man is a young man. If he really wants to give this young man time to grow up, I'm afraid it will make Ximan a very headache in the future, and today's Central Plains Genius is about to fall into his own hands. Bettola Aze's indescribable pride and pleasure.

Luo Ning's heart was still so calm that she could even feel the happiness of Notora Aze. The long halberd she saw was enlarged in front of her eyes. Luo Ning had a shallow smile on the corners of her mouth. Suddenly, her eyes were round. He never thought that Luo Ning's sword would be gently on his long halberd. Point, unexpectedly flew out horizontally with his power. Luo Ning fell into his army like a roc bird, and the soldiers of the army reacted like a desperate king of death. He used swordsmanship and saw that several enemies had been killed in one move, and Luo Ning cut off his general flag with a sword before falling into the encirclement. , quickly retreated to his army.

Yunguo's morale was high, he kept shouting, and his fighting spirit swept up again, even stronger. Three thousand soldiers shouted loudly and cheered for their main general, while Luo Ning stood in front of the army with a smile. Bettola Aze suddenly felt that the man in front of him seemed to be like a line of defense. The momentum of one person had put his troops at a disadvantage.

"Okay, okay, I really have two skills. I don't know which general Yunguo has this ability besides you?" Butora Azze shouted loudly, which seemed to praise Luo Ning, but actually provoked discord, making Yunguo's marshal have a grudge against Luo Ning. In fact, Butora Azze also knew that he didn't need to do this at all. As Luo Ning took the 3,000 old and weak miscellaneous army, it could be seen that Yunguo's marshal actually let Luo Ning die.

"Well, you are the frog in the well. You have no knowledge, general. Take a break first and let me have a good time!" A sound of copper bell sounded through the eardrums of Betorah Aze, and a dark horse rushed to Luo Ning. He immediately sat a young general in his twenties, with a black face, wearing white lock armor, combat boots, and two ebony hammers in his hand shining with a dark light. At first glance, it was a heavy blade.

"Come on, general name!" Bettola Azze couldn't wait to bite off his tongue. What's going on? Is this a trap for Yunguo? The inconspicuous boy just now is already very powerful. The boy in front of him seems to be a few years older than that boy, but the momentum emanating on his body is more powerful than the boy just now? You are the only general, so you have to be careful.

"Your grandfather Fan... Yes!" Fan He wanted to say his name, but suddenly remembered that his father had told him tens of millions to appear as Luo Ning's private soldier. In order to be afraid of the calculations of others, Fan He quickly swallowed back his stomach and said it directly when he said the first word of his name. I almost made Betorah Aze's nose crooked. Is there such a common name?

"Look!" No matter how good his temper is, Butora Azze can't stand such repeated washing of the halberd in his hand and took the lead in attacking Fan He, "Haha, good come!" Fan He laughed, and the five-edjin hammer in his hand hit the long halberd of Butora Azze. Butora Azze had this hatred in his heart. You said that the big man in front of him was obviously taking advantage of himself. He not only used his own strength but also borrowed the strength of the mount to fight against himself. You should know that his mount just handed over. When he was in his hand, he was taken away by their abominable master general. Now he is fighting on the horse, and he doesn't have much advantage over Fan He riding on the horse, and it is difficult to give full play to the advantage of long weapons.

Betto Aze just now pretended to be angry, so now he is really angry. He has never seen such an unreasonable opponent, but now there is nothing he can do.

The five-edged black gold hammer in Fan He's hand danced impenetrable, and there seemed to be a chain on his wrist on the hammer in his hand, so that the hammer that originally belonged to the close blade made Fan He fly out the hammer in his hand with his natural magic power, and almost killed himself. But in time, Don'tora Azze is still struggling to support, which shows that the high martial arts of this Western barbarian general is obvious.

But Betola Azze is also more and more panicked. There are such masters in this group of old and weak teams. If Yunguo makes good use of it, what kind of team will this team be? Betola Azze's heart was half cold. When Fan He returned to defense, he simply stamped back into his army with his feet. Then the horn of the Western Barbarian army sounded, and the army rushed to Luo Ning's 3,000 horses like a tide. It was very simple to think. Since he couldn't beat him alone, let's fight in a group.

Luo Ning watched Butora Azze run back to her barracks and sighed secretly. She knew very well that today's hard battle would be inevitable. Originally, she wanted to take the opportunity to kill Butora Azze off the horse, so that the Western barbarians would be in chaos, and she should have at least eight points of her chance to win. Although now there are eight The grasp is that this eight-point grasp is not on Luo Ning's side, but on the side of Butora Azze.

"Fight!" At this time, Luo Ning was also desperate. With a wave of the sword in his hand, he quickly added a whip, and rushed up first. Luo Ning was followed by her half-brother Luo Yuan, and her close maid Qian'er. The two guarded Luo Ning in the middle, one left and one right, and the three people were like a sharp sword facing the western barbarians. Just rushed to kill him. It was the first time Qian'er saw such a situation. Although the sword flew up and down, the power was much smaller because she didn't dare to kill. Just for a moment, Qian'er fell into a heavy siege because of kindness.

"Cyan, you have to kill!" Luo Yuan suddenly became anxious. These days, the relationship between Luo Yuan and Qian'er is getting better and better. Luo Yuan thanked the girl who had been taking care of her sister from the bottom of his heart, and even regarded Qian'er as his sister. Now he saw that Qian'er is now in a hurry in the center of hard battle and shouted desperately.

Qianer now only relies on her flexible body to survive in the gap. Although she has hung up everywhere, she is generally not very seriously injured, but she has fallen into a hard battle.

Luo Ning turned around without saying a word. Just as Qian'er was about to fall into the decisive battle, Luo Ning roared and the sword in her hand flashed back. The people surrounding Qian'er immediately killed and nine injured.

A bloody wind suddenly appeared in front of Qian'er's intuition. The person who was still fighting with her one second immediately died. The culprit of all this was the lady she had always loved. Qian'er stood there so stupidly. She didn't know what she was thinking. Luo Ning looked at Qian'er faintly and turned around. I went into the battle.

"Cyan, what are you thinking about?" Luo Yuan saw Qian'er standing there stupidly and was anxious, and hurriedly pulled Qian'er behind his immediate protection. Qian'er is still stupid and doesn't know what she is thinking.

Luo Ning knew that Qian'er was psychologically shocked. Although Qian's martial arts were good, she had never killed anyone, let alone seen anyone kill people, let alone a scene of success.

Especially watching the living person turn into a meat rain the next moment, which made Qian'er, the girl's nerves suddenly confused. The indifferent lady in front of her, harvested her name like a night fork. In the past, the simple Fan and sledgehammer took away a piece of human life with a wave, and the bright silver gun in the gentle Luo Yuan's hand. , shouts, pain, curses kept ringing, and life was so fragile at this moment.

The wind and clouds are changing. The people on Yunguo's side would rather die than take half a step back. With a cavity of blood, they desperately guarded the young man behind him and fought for the hope of living for the young people with their own flesh and blood. Everyone's eyes were red and everyone's blood was hot. At this moment, it was unclear who was the general and who was. It's a soldier. In everyone's mind, all there is killing! Kill!!!

Luo Ning's arm has been unable to wave. An hour of slaughter has made Luo Ning's heart numb. Although she has seen death, she has never seen such a death. There are corpses everywhere, blood everywhere, and broken meat everywhere. The original clean clothes have been stained with the blood and meat of the enemy. Son, this group of Western barbarians really don't seem to be afraid of death, one after another, and they have fallen into a heavy encirclement. The 3,000 of her soldiers have exploded with the greatest motivation. Now there is little left. She is just relying on the deep internal force, but now Luo Ning has felt tired, and she knows her strength. Qi is passing. If you don't break through, you are likely to die here today.

Luo Ning's heart was suddenly confused. Maybe she died like this. All the entanglement was over, and her heart did not seem to hurt. At this moment, Luo Ning's face was full of happiness.

"General!" The sad voice suddenly sounded in Luo Ning's ear. Luo Ning stared at it, but saw that the ruffian who hit the military stick at the beginning actually spread his head and blocked a cold arrow for her with his flesh and blood.