Seeing that the attack was not good, the Marshal of the Guifang tribe finally couldn't make it. He carried a sledgehammer and took action himself.

Looking at the huge figure coming in a fierce and powerful manner, Yang Fanhai was calm and unafraid.

"You are a general and a leader. You are not only responsible for your own life and death, but also the life and death of all the people under your command. So you must not rush up with a hot head, regardless of other things."

This is what Xu Fan repeatedly reminded him when he left. In the past, Yang Fanhai led the charge and he dispatched the troops in the rear. But this time it was different. He had to send a team of troops to the rear of the enemy. Besides leading the troops himself, Yang Fanhai could only let Xu Fan go to the side to rest assured.

Now that Xu Fan is not dispatched in the rear, Yang Fanhai naturally cannot just focus on his own battles. He needs to look down on the whole venue and grasp the situation on the entire battlefield in his heart.

Looking at his battle for so many years, he has never been like this. Even though his fighting spirit soared in his heart and was about to rush out for a fight, his reason still suppressed his impulse.

Even so, there is a very strange feeling in my heart, as if the battlefield in front of me is under control and there is no danger at all. If you have to describe it accurately, it is confidence, confidence can handle everything in front of me, and confidence that this marshal of the Ghost Square tribe, and even the king of the Ghost Square tribe, will not be his opponent.

Racing along the back of the monster, a jumping rushed towards Yang Fanhai on the city wall. He waved the hammer in his hand, raised it over his head, and smashed it towards Yang Fanhai with the momentum of a mountain pressing the top of the top.

Looking at the figure that blocked the scorching sun, Yang Fanhai picked up the black spear in his hand, and met with a bellhead shot, and fought hard.

The spear is a heavy weapon, but when it comes to a heavy hammer, it can only be regarded as a light weapon. If you fight hard like this, the sledgehammer has an advantage, but even if the marshal of the Guifang tribe puts all his strength into it, he can't suppress the gun in Yang Fanhai's hand.

With one pick, one sweep, and then chopped down like a mountain pressing down. Yang Fanhai easily painted freely and gently knocked the Marshal of the Guifang tribe who rushed up the city wall from the air.

With the black spear removed, the advantage opened the Qiankun Bow. The bow condensed the arrow, like flying cranes through the clouds, colorful fallen leaves, and pouring rain. In an instant, a large number of Golden Immortals and Daluo Golden Immortals warriors who were trying to take the opportunity to rush to the Great Wall.

Even though the front line is long at this moment, no Golden Immortal or Daluo Golden Immortal Ghost Square tribe can escape the attack of Qiankun Bow.

Some things can only be said to be luck... Yang Fanhai himself sighed that if he had not obtained the Qiankun Bow on the Dongyi Peninsula, he would not know how difficult it would be to fight today.

"Ao!"

The Marshal of the Guifang Tribe roared, looked back at the place where his king was, and rushed towards the city wall without hesitation. However, this time, he did not jump into the air to fight Yang Fanhai, but instead stepped on the monster to rush up to the city wall, rushed to kill several human soldiers, and then rushed to Yang Fanhai.

Sledgehammer wielded and attacked wildly. With their strength, with just one fight, you can roughly know the comparison of the strength of the two sides. Even though Yang Fanhai was much smaller than him, his strength was definitely better than him.

He knew that he was not the opponent of this human general, but this did not determine the outcome of the battlefield. As long as he could hold this human general for a moment, let the Golden Immortal and Daluo Golden Immortal Warriors rushed to the Great Wall, he would lose but win the war.

Yang Fanhai was in the battlefield, especially when he was constantly reminding himself to calm down at this moment, he glanced at him and knew something in his heart. He was calm and calm, holding a black spear in his hand and met him.

The gun shadows and hammering winds, whistling, the marshal of the Guifang tribe was fierce and violent, while Yang Fanhai was neither too slow, as if he was walking leisurely in the garden, leaving the surroundings like storms, but his place was quiet and peaceful.

While dealing with it, he often stepped on the star steps to dodge, pulling the Qiankun Bow to attack the Golden Immortals and Daluo Golden Immortals who wanted to rush up to the Great Wall.

The star step used the rule of the pace of avoiding the yin and yang energy when he was in Cuiwei Mountain. This was a movement that was too uninteresting. After it was released, Yang Fanhai found that the effect was quite good. He always avoided the attacks of the marshal of the Guifang tribe as if he were to take the initiative.

"Ao!"

The Marshal of the Guifang Tribe was furious, not only because he was unable to make achievements, but also because of Yang Fanhai's actions made him feel a great insult. While fighting with him, he could still shoot a bow and arrow for whatever he wanted.

"I don't believe that you can be so powerful alone!"

He roared and ran into Yang Fanhai desperately. He thought the two had different strengths, but they were not much different, but at this moment he felt like playing with a cat and a mouse, and he was the mouse.

Unfortunately, things in this world cannot be successful with will. If he can do everything he can, he can't even touch Yang Fanhai's clothes. He can only watch the other party occasionally tapping the bow and setting arrows and killing one subordinate after another.

I didn't know the fierce battle, but I heard a loud and urgent sound of a horn. After the Marshal of the Guifang Tribe fought hard with Yang Fanhai, he looked at him hatefully and flew down from the city wall.

The other Guifang tribes also retreated. Seeing that the war situation was unfavorable, the king of Guifang tribe ordered a retreat.

Bai Jian rushed over and said with a look of surprise: "General, the Guifang tribe has retreated!"

"It's just temporary!" Yang Fanhai looked around. The Guifang tribe left a large number of corpses, but the human soldiers were also seriously injured. The setting sun shone behind him, and the sun was about to set. The war was really cruel, and even made people forget the passage of time. Unconsciously, the war had lasted for a day.

With the premise that he uses the Qiankun Bow to help solve the strong, even with the advantage of the Great Wall, the result is still the same. The strength of the Guifang tribe is indeed powerful.

Wu Jin, Lin Zhenpei and others have limited strength and can only be considered outstanding among their peers, but they cannot achieve much stunningness. If they can form a large formation of heavenly stems and earthly branches, they will naturally be powerful, but in such a battlefield, they can only do their best.

After looking ahead, Yang Fanhai said slowly: "They just stopped the attack for the time being and would not retreat."

He knew the desire of the three tribes to be accepted by the witch clan, and now he could be sure that Chiyou must have violated the Great Wall as a condition, otherwise the Guifang tribe would not have rushed to use troops to Jiuzhou after the truce.

The battle in front of us is just a temptation. When the king of the Guifang tribe comes out, that is the real battle begins.

"Carry up the battlefield, and the enemy will attack again soon!"

Yang Fanhai ordered, and he stood on the pile of arrows, took out the Qiankun Bow, and aimed in front of him. Once he saw the Golden Immortal or the Daluo Golden Immortal Ghost Square tribe appear, he shot him with an arrow.

When it comes to the strength of the leader, Yang Fanhai is confident that even if the opponent's marshal and Wang join forces, he can win. The human race's variance is far less powerful than the opponent's. The strongest one is the Xuanxian realm of the twelve warriors under his command, while the opponent's golden immortals are in large numbers.

If these general-level ghost tribes cannot be killed as much as possible, they will not dare to disperse their troops too much when they chase them in the future. With Yang Fanhai's shooting skills, most of the ghost tribe army was within his attack range at this time. One shot was one, and the effect was extraordinary. Within a moment, hundreds of people were shot and killed.

The Guifang tribe inherited the witch clan's arrogance for fighting and refused to admit defeat easily. Seeing that Yang Fanhai seemed to shoot birds and killed the warriors in the clan one by one, the King of the Guifang tribe was naturally angry.

It was midnight and the night was dark, with the order of the Marshal of the Guifang Tribe, a new round of attack began.

The Guifang tribe fought in the wilderness all year round, and the night color did not have much impact on them. It was more troublesome for the human race, and the vision was obviously inferior.

The king of the Guifang tribe has been patient and is waiting for this effect. Unfortunately, he encountered Yang Fanhai, who activated the green dragon power and turned into a thunder dragon winding in the sky, like a blue moon illuminating the four directions. Although he could not achieve the effect of the scorching sun in the sky, it was enough for human soldiers to see the battlefield clearly.

Fighting, screaming, broken corpses and broken limbs flew around, the battle was fiercer than during the day, and blood flowed down the Great Wall like a waterfall.

It was not until dawn emerged and dawn broke out, and Yang Fanhai activated the Qinglong force to attack and defeat the enemy, causing the Guifang tribe to flow down the corpses, that the King of Guifang tribe finally made people blew the howl of retreat.

Both sides were resting for the time being, but Yang Fanhai had no intention of letting the other party rest. With the power of evil aura, he easily restored his body to his best condition. Standing on the city wall, he set off a bow and arrow, like a hunter, and started a new round of hunting, until the Ghost Tribe began another round of attack.

Day after day, this is true. Yang Fanhai was like cutting flesh with a soft knife. He did not use his great powers, but just killed him without rushing and slow.

Several times, he even fought directly among the enemy army and killed countless times. When the king of the Guifang tribe took action, he retreated again.

The tall Great Wall is not a difficult task for Yang Fanhai. He urged the mountain movement force and drove the flying stones to the sky, and easily left the battlefield while bounced.

The most exciting thing was Bai Jian. He did not expect that the human race and the ghost tribe could still take the initiative in the battle. Whenever Yang Fanhai entered the enemy formation, he would personally beat the drums to cheer, as if he was himself who was entering and leaving the battlefield.

The guerrilla warfare day by day was like a fly harassing around, which made the king of the Guifang tribe feel that Yang Fanhai was not as powerful as he imagined, but he could not hit him. He could only be angry but futile.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the stars move, and time passes day by day in the thick smell of blood and flying flesh.

Fighting with one's life, including the enemies Yang Fanhai killed with the Qiankun Bow, almost every time three soldiers of the Guifang tribe killed, one human soldier would die. Under the will of suppression, the battle can only be said that Yang Fanhai took the initiative, and it cannot be said that who wins and loses.
Chapter completed!