The medicine smoke quietly ignited by the elite soldiers of the Western Camp and the Southern Camp spread in the palace, and the elite soldiers under Ye Yichen fell to the ground in large numbers...
Ye Yichen's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he ordered while flying in the air: "Get out!"
Most of the elite soldiers under his command have been killed or injured, and the remaining ones have been more or less injured, and their combat power has been greatly damaged. In addition, Ye Tianqi's drug smoke attack... Now they are not suitable for fighting with Xi Daying and Nan Da Ying. The elite soldiers of the battalion face each other head-on, thirty-six strategies are the best strategy...
"Yes!" The elite soldiers took the order, and retreated towards the gate of the palace. Seeing that they were about to retreat to the gate of the palace, a group of people rushed over from outside. Short, fat and thin, young and old, their common characteristics are that their hair is messy, their faces are black and gray, their clothes are torn, they hold a sword in their hands, and their bodies are covered with blood. The group of officials who fought with the five poisonous people here.
The officials came to the gate of the palace, looking at the elite soldiers fighting fiercely inside the gate, they had identified the enemy in a blink of an eye: "These are... rebels..." The officials looked at Ye Yichen's elite soldiers, their eyes still not calm Here, raging anger surged up again, raised the sword in his hand, and rushed forward angrily: "Kill..."
Ye Yichen's elite soldiers suffered from the enemy's front and back, and gradually lost their support, and were soon submerged in the sea of elite soldiers and officials from the Western Camp, Southern Camp...
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Ye Yichen forcefully closed his eyes and then opened them again. He saw dense crowds on the battlefield, only the elite soldiers of the Western Camp, the Southern Camp, and later officials...
Ye Yichen's complexion turned livid in an instant, and he clenched his hands under his sleeves tightly. The veins on the back of his hands protruded, and his nails pierced his skin and pierced into his flesh. He didn't even feel the slightest...
His elite soldiers are gone, none of them are gone...
The elite soldiers who followed him to fight east and west, guarding the land, and made great achievements all died in that palace...
The corners of Ye Yichen's mouth curled up slightly, as if bitter, self-deprecating, or angry... The slender figure flew towards the distance...
"Whoosh!" A fierce wind came head-on, Ye Yichen suddenly came back to his senses, stretched out his hand, and caught the strong wind in his hand, but saw that the strong wind was nothing else, it was a long, slender The black feathered arrow, the sharp tip of the sword reflects the cold light in the sun...
Someone shot him with an arrow!
Ye Yichen's eyes froze, and he looked towards the direction where the feather arrow came from. In a corner not far away, a young woman was holding a longbow, maintaining the posture of shooting...
It turned out to be a woman who shot him with an arrow.
Ye Yichen raised his eyebrows in surprise, and stared at the woman carefully, only to see that the woman was dressed in elegant clothes, very young, and very beautiful, but...he had no impression...he had never seen...he didn't know him...
The young woman missed a single blow, and drew her bow again, pointing the arrow at Ye Yichen...
The corner of Ye Yichen's mouth curled up in disdain, wanting to shoot him! Overreaching!
Ye Yichen threw a throw, and the black feathered arrow in his hand seemed to be off the string, and with a strong murderous intent, it shot towards the young woman with lightning speed...
The young woman shrank her pupils and hurriedly dodged, but she still couldn't dodge the feathered arrow. The black feathered arrow hit her shoulder, pierced her shoulder, and nailed her whole body three meters away. on the wall...