The muslim bald man was numb all over his body, and his hand bones were caught by Ying Yi's five fingers like steel, and it was even more painful. When Ying Yi smashed him down, his screams rang out.

But in half a sound, another loud shock. Ying Yi swung him up and smashed him down again!

The Ghost Road side door was carrying a long sword and was about to pounce on him, but he was frightened when he saw this and thought it was not good. The Ghost Road side door knew how powerful Islamic bald is. With his Vajra body, he could withstand even a cannon. His defense was invincible and his power was extremely powerful. Unexpectedly, in front of Ying Yi, he was as fragile as a child!

For example, a ghost monk like him is not good at physical body. If he pounces on him and takes a punch, he will probably be beaten to death in an instant.

He stopped quickly, swung his sword, three phantoms under the city, and two phantoms on the city were just about to break out of his broken limbs and arms, and roared up a gust of Yin wind, and swept away Ying Yi.

These five phantoms are hard to see by ordinary people. But Ying Yi can see clearly. He held the bald Islamic head and smashed it around, watching all directions, and his powerful soul controlled all changes around him. It was obvious that those phantoms were ferocious, and they sucked and spitted black air repeatedly, and they were extremely vicious.

Ying Yi swung the bald head, who was almost dispersed, and hit the phantom, but the phantom was like a shadow, which was untrue. However, when the bald head in his hand passed by the phantom, he fought several cold wars.

Ying Yi's thoughts changed, shook his hand and threw the bald head at his feet, lifted his feet and stepped on it. He shouted loudly, and the blood and blood surged, and his whole body turned into a scorching sun. A rainbow light visible to the naked eye rose three feet high!

In an instant, like a flame illuminating the snow, a hissing sound was made out of thin air, and the cold air was washed away. In a few sharp screams, five phantoms twisted into nothingness!

The black-fashioned ghost monk screamed, opened his mouth and spit out an old mouthful of blood, revealing the next pale face of the black-fashioned man. He stood unsteadily and fell on the city wall.

Ying Yi laughed, turned his feet and smashed the bald Islamic head to pieces. Then he took a step to the side of the ghost path, leaned over and slapped his head on the top of his head, and bulged his head straight into his chest, bulging under his abdomen, like a headless pregnant woman who was pregnant for May months!

As the two strangers died, the battle on the city wall gradually settled, and the bandits under the city retreated in panic. The Ming soldiers guarding the city looked at Ying Yi as if they were looking at a god, but they did not dare to approach him.

At this time, there was a roar of cannons from afar under the city, and then the shouts of killing suddenly erupted!

Zheng Wu, Zheng Jiu, arrived!

Standing on the top of the city, I saw the thieves' army in chaos, and tens of thousands of people were rioted. I saw a team of about a few thousand horses galloping out of the central army, and then the thieves began to move with the horses.

Ying Yi changed his mind and realized the intention of the thief and couldn't help laughing. Then there was a shout of killing from the south, and Zhu Bingkun arrived!

Ying Yi roared long, and the sound was as thunderous as thunder, spreading all over the ten miles: "Zhu Bingkun, Zheng Wu, and Zheng Jiu obeyed the order. It is worth mercy to die. Kill them!"

"Here!"

Three loud shouts were almost indistinguishable from each other, and they rang out at the same time.

Zhu Bingkun and Zheng Wu and Zheng Jiu didn’t know why Ying Yi changed his mind, but this was not the key. If Ying Yi wanted to kill the thieves, they would kill them. If he wanted to release the thieves, they would let them go. That’s all.

Then Ying Yi's voice broke out again: "Soldiers on the city, how dare you go out of the city with this general to kill the thief?"

After a silence, someone finally responded: "Sir, the young man is willing to die!"

A young general shouted and shouted: "Brothers, the thief is cruel and vicious. Today, the enemy is about to be defeated. Do you dare to go out of the city to avenge your fellow villagers?!"

"Why don't you dare?!"

Some people stood up one after another, and a short while, thousands of people on the city wall responded.

Gao Mingheng was deep and shallow, looking at Ying Yi running away, and was about to wave his hand to shout, but he saw Ying Yi jumping down the city wall.

Then the city gate opened wide, and thousands of soldiers rushed out of the city. Gao Mingheng watched them follow Ying Yi and attack the almost collapsed thief!

Ying Yi took the lead and picked up two simple swords. He was like an arrow with sharp edges, tearing the air apart, and took thousands of Kaifeng soldiers across hundreds of steps, and rushed into the panicked thief.

Ying Yi slashed with his two swords, and the sound of thunder suddenly rose. The worrying Pu Dao could not bear the force and exploded into pieces. Only seven or eight waves of air swept over, stretching for more than 30 feet, exploding more than ten feet, and wherever he passed, people and horses were shattered.

The thief was both heartbroken, and someone was so scared that he died. So he threw away his armor and ran away.

The Kaifeng soldiers who caught up later just covered the killing, and they were very happy to kill.

Seeing that the thief was defeated, Ying Yi called the young general who responded first: "I'll go chase the thief, and you will be very happy to lead the soldiers."

The young man was extremely excited and clasped his sword and fist: "Don't worry, sir!"

"Yeah." Ying Yi nodded: "There are many thieves, so take them first."

"Here!"

Ying Yi laughed and kicked a simple knife under his feet. The people had already soared into the air, and several ups and downs had disappeared among the chaos.

The young general took a deep breath and raised his knife to shout: "The thief has been defeated, abandon his weapons and will not kill him!"

Five thousand people followed, and many thieves threw away their weapons, took off their armor, and squatted on the ground and shivered.

Ying Yiteng was in the air, looking at the six directions. But on the west side, a Chiyou flag was fluttering in the wind. Under Chiyou's flag, a row of soldiers were uniform, shaking their guns and stabbing them, moving forward. Many thieves fell under the gun array. There were also archers, who threw rain of arrows and rain of arrows and fell to the ground, screaming.

There were also artillery soldiers, either with guns or with artillery, to find the place where the bandits gathered, and the corpses were killed everywhere.

There are still horse teams, circling on both wings, tearing the thieves apart.

Five thousand people are like rocks and steel, advancing step by step and never retreating. The morale is extremely high. The feedback from military merits at all times makes them stronger every time they kill.

In the south, the same is true for Zhu Bingkun's troops.

At the corner of the north, Zhang Shi still led the night to avoid harvesting and intercept the thieves.

During the killing, Ying Yi's command more than 10,000 troops were like machines, killing the thieves and killing the thieves in horror.

Where can the thief still be half distracted?

When he saw Ying Yi killing people on the city, the thief was shocked and he was busy teaching the 5,000 horse team that had already been prepared was about to leave.

However, there were Zhu Bingkun in the south, Zheng Wu and Zheng Jiu in the west, and there were also Zhang Shi's troops cruising in the north. Although there were few people, they were clearly surrounded by the thieves.

The thief was frightened. He had never been as scared as this time today. It seemed that only a dozen people were beaten by Sun Chuanting and Hong Chengchou, but he had never been like this.

When Ying Yi drank it out to kill him, he felt that the sky was dark and the earth was coming.

However, the thief is an old thief after all, and the prosperity of survival is unparalleled. There are many people on the west and south sides, so they dare not trespass, so go north.

Only five thousand old camps lost their flags and crossed the riots in a panic. Even the bandits who blocked their way were killed, and they walked straight to the north.
Chapter completed!