The two barbarians made way out of trouble, and a savage man with a grown figure suddenly appeared in front of Yan Changkong.

The body like an iron tower, the beard like a steel needle, was covered with a thin short coat of coarse cloth, and the arms thicker than others' thighs flashed with ancient skin. It looked like it was muscular. The barbarian held a striking machete in his hand. Several gaps had broken out on the blade, each of which looked rusty.

"Hey!"

The barbarian let out a low voice, grinning and revealing two rows of white teeth, which looked quite scary.

The next moment, the barbarian's tower-like body had risen into the air without any warning, turning over twice in the air. The rusty machete in his hand had already slashed towards Yan Changkong with a force of destroying the world. Yan Changkong's eyes finally showed a trace of solemnity. This was a barbarian who should not be underestimated!

In an instant, Yan Changkong's silver spear was already over his head. With the violent sound of gold and iron, the barbarian's machete had already slashed heavily on Yan Changkong's silver spear. The wild power was instantly transmitted through the silver spear to Yan Changkong's arms, and it was like a huge wave in the long river hitting Yan Changkong's body.

Yan Changkong couldn't help but groaned, his fair and handsome face turned red in an instant, and the white dragon horse under his crotch raised his head and neighed sadly. His hind legs suddenly bent and almost fell to the ground!

"Hey!"

With the fierce countershock force, the barbarian bounced back from a distance. When his tower-like body fell from the ground, it made a muffled sound. The originally stationary ground seemed to have a slight trembling. After landing, the barbarian also stepped back more than ten steps, and the expression on his face also seemed particularly ferocious.

In the tough battle just now, although the barbarians took advantage of the active attack, they obviously did not gain any advantage!

A trace of cold murderous intent suddenly burst into the corner of Yan Changkong's mouth. The silver spear in his hand shook slightly, and a clear and low moan suddenly appeared. The next moment, Yan Changkong had already jumped off his horse's back. After landing, he ran two steps and then soared into the air. The silver spear in his hand suddenly turned into a silver snake, snatching towards the barbarian's throat like lightning.

Although it is extremely powerful when riding a war horse, its body skills are not as quick as hiking. When dealing with the barbarians with infinite power in front of you, the best tactic is to use skill to stunt!

When Yan Changkong and the barbarians were fighting outside the East Gate, Gong Yue was commanding the army to evacuate urgently from the West Gate.

Long before leaving the city to fight, Yan Changkong had already sent an order to Gong Yue, asking him to lead the army to quietly withdraw from Kayuan City. The appearance of the barbarian cavalry made Yan Changkong keenly realize that the large team of the Guanghui Empire Army was not far from Kayuan. If he did not evacuate at this time, it would be impossible to evacuate when the enemy team arrived.

Yan Changkong was never afraid of death, and the soldiers of the Second Division were ready to sacrifice their lives for the empire at any time.

But death is heavier than a mountain, and lighter than a feather. Now is not a time to talk about life and death. The most important thing now is not to defend Kawahara, but to immediately move into the area designated by the Moon King. This is a major event that concerns the life and death of the empire. Yan Changkong dares not be careless at all.

"Ao!"

Xiong Batian roared to the sky, turned the machete that rolled the blade toward Yan Changkong, and the two of them slashed together again in the air, and suddenly made a violent and suffocating sound. Hundreds of barbarians not far from the two covered their ears with their hands, their faces full of pain.

"Puff!"

Yan Changkong and Xiong Batian landed at the same time.

After Xiong Batian landed, he took two big steps, but Yan Changkong only took a small step back. In this round, Yan Changkong took the initiative and obviously gained the upper hand. Xiong Batian's beast face immediately turned black.

Yan Changkong slowly raised the silver spear in his hand, pointed the sharp tip of the spear from Xiong Batian's throat, and said sneered: "Your Excellency is just that!"

Xiong Batian was so angry that he waved his machete and slashed at Yan Changkong randomly, roaring: "Anyway, I can kill you!"

Yan Changkong was cold in his heart, thinking that the barbarians were really simple-minded and were confused so easily. This was far from the cunning and fierce tiger. Suddenly, the silver spear in Yan Changkong's hand had already poked out like lightning, but this time he did not fight with Xiong Batian again. Instead, he gently pointed the tip of the knife and swung Xiong Batian's sword force away.

"What, is this only ability?"

"Idiot, this knife is wrong!"

"I told you a long time ago that I've cut it off!"

"Look back, I'm behind you..."

The fierce fighting looks more like a joke.

Yan Changkong was like agile apes and kept wandering around, while Xiong Batian, who had lost his mind, was more like a clumsy bear. The machete in his hand was dancing so hard that the mountains and seas were thunderous, but he couldn't even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes. In the blink of an eye, more than forty rounds passed, and Xiong Batian's aura began to become rapid.

Yan Changkong was also secretly shocked. He didn't expect that this barbarian's physical strength would be so long!

But unfortunately, no matter how amazing the barbarian's physical strength is, it has reached its limit. Calculate the time, Gong Yue should have already taken the army out of Kawahara Castle, and it is time to end!

Yan Changkong's figure was sweeping away suddenly, and the silver spear in his hand was swept towards Xiong Batian with a sharp roar. Xiong Batian roared wildly, and the heavy machete slashed at Yan Changkong's silver spear without hesitation. At this time, Xiong Batian's physical strength had almost been exhausted. How could he resist Yan Changkong's full-strength attack?

With a "clang" sound, Xiong Batian's tower-like body had already flew up in the air.

"It's over, barbarian!"

Yan Changkong laughed and kicked the ground with his feet. His grown body had already risen into the air. The gun was in a straight line in front of and behind the gun, and shot towards Xiong Batian's chest like lightning. Xiong Batian roared, completely ignoring the silver spear that Yan Changkong stabbed his chest. His right arm, which was so tired that he was almost numb, suddenly turned around, and the machete in his hand had been thrown out.

Once the heavy machete was removed from his hand, it immediately began to rotate driply. In an instant, a large group of rapidly rotating knife wheels formed, slashing towards Yan Changkong's head and face. A hint of coldness suddenly flashed through Yan Changkong's eyes. The rotating knife wheel reminded him of the fierce battle outside the Hexi Fortress in the past!

It was after that battle that Yan Changkong broke through the bottleneck of martial arts and his strength was able to improve by leaps and bounds!

It was also a rotating knife wheel made of a flying knife, but Xiong Batian's physical strength is now severely overdrawn, and its threat is incomparable to the knife wheel thrown by Meng Hu at the time. Yan Changkong just shook the silver spear and the rapidly slashed knife wheel was easily pushed away. However, taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, Xiong Batian temporarily escaped the trouble of the silver spear piercing the body.

But it's just for the time being.

At this time, Xiong Batian was not only overdrawn in physical strength, but also injured under Yan Changkong's powerful sweep just now. His agility had seriously decreased. More importantly, he had completely lost his mind under Yan Changkong's teasing. After landing, he did not want to escape, but actually turned around and waved his claws and rushed towards Yan Changkong again!

Yan Changkong was cold in his heart. He paused the silver spear in his hand and roared forward again. This time he stabbed the barbarian's throat. He would never be rude to the enemy. However, at this moment, a little cold star suddenly rushed from the front of the left. Wherever the cold star passed, it seemed that even the still air was rippling slightly.

Yan Changkong felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He shouted that the silver spear in his hand had given up assassinating the barbarians and turned to sweep towards the cold star. With a clanging sound, the cold star that was flying towards him had been flew by Yan Changkong's silver spear. He shot dozens of steps away and then inserted into the solid city wall, but it was an infantry spear.

Yan Changkong didn't care about chasing Xiong Batian, turned around and returned to the back of the White Dragon Horse as fast as possible.

Yan Changkong turned his horse's head, and a strong figure rushed toward him like a whirlwind. With the harsh sound of breaking through the air, a large black gun had swept violently, which could shake the mountains and destroy the mountains. Yan Changkong knew that he could never retreat at this time, and immediately shouted a gun to greet him.

The black spear instantly hit Yan Changkong's silver spear hard. With a bang, the white dragon horse under Yan Changkong's crotch had already neighed and slid horizontally for several steps away, almost falling to the ground!

He rode past Yan Changkong like a wind sweeping away the broken clouds, and rushed out dozens of steps before turning back.

Yan Changkong then took a deep breath and shouted sternly: "Meng Hu!?"

"Yan Changkong?" Meng Hu pointed at Yan Changkong with a gun in one hand, and said with a loud smile, "Haha, do you remember the last bet? Now that you have lost, should you dismount according to the bet?"

Yan Changkong's sword eyebrows frowned and retorted in a deep voice: "Our army was not defeated in the Battle of Xiling, so why should I fulfill my bet?"

"Uh, your army was not defeated?" Meng Hu sneered, "If we say so, our army was defeated?"

"Of course you were not defeated," Yan Changkong replied, "The two armies tied in the Battle of Xiling, so the last bet was invalid."

"Haha." Meng Hu sneered, "I thought Yan Changkong was a man who stood up to the top, but I didn't expect that he was also a villain who was untrustworthy. Since that's the case, I will never show mercy again today. Let the black iron spear in my hand teach you how to fulfill the bet."

"snort!"

Yan Changkong said softly and said coldly, "I am still in charge of military affairs today, so I won't play with you anymore. If you have the courage, just lead the troops to chase you!"

After saying that, Yan Changkong turned around and went straight back to Kawahara City.

However, what is unimaginable is that after Yan Changkong returned to the city, the gate of Kawahara City was not closed, but was still open, and the city was also pitch black, with neither fire nor human beings.

Meng Hu thought for a moment, then his face changed drastically: "No, the enemy is going to abandon the city, wolf hair!"

Langhao had just found the corpse of his brother Langmao from the battlefield. He was sad. He heard Meng Hu shouting and turned over and said, "Big leader?"

Meng Hu said coldly: "Take your tribe with you and go around the west gate immediately. If you find someone out of the city, block me and don't let anyone go!"

"yes!"

Langhao agreed to take the barbarians from the Wild Wolf tribe and hurried away.
Chapter completed!