Ximen, the city gate was wide open, and countless civilians rushed back. The Xiongnu people slaughtered a batch of escaped civilians and then approached the city gate, wanting to cut off the source once and for all.

  The people outside the city were afraid of the Xiongnu's ferocity and retreated desperately, while those inside wanted to go out, crowding together in chaos.

  Everyone has their own selfish desires. At the moment of life and death, they trample each other, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. Qi Jie and Tai, among others, watched with anxiety, but were powerless to stop it.

  "Big brother, the capital is no longer tenable, we can't just stay here and do nothing!" a hundred-man commander shouted loudly in Qi Jie Tai's ear.

  Zijie Tai looked at the rolling flames inside the city and heard the continuous wails of the people outside, hesitating in his heart, not knowing what to do or give up at this time.

  According to his intention, rescuing the imperial palace was more important than anything else. However, the miserable scene in front of him made it impossible for him to ignore.

  He stamped his foot heavily and finally made up his mind. "Brothers, follow me out of the city to kill the Xiongnu people."

  Due to the dark sky, outside the city wall, people and horses were in chaos. The Han officials and soldiers were worried about hurting the civilians, and the Xiongnu had no intention of attacking the city. Therefore, although they were in a superior position, they did not dare to shoot arrows randomly.

  Suddenly, a neat and intense horseshoe sound came from afar, Qizhi Tai had been through many battles for a long time, and as soon as he heard this sound, he knew that the comer was not an ordinary person.

  He looked at the group of bewildered people blocking the city gate and couldn't help but show a look of surprise, shouting loudly: "Everyone disperse quickly, there's a runaway horse coming!"

  His voice was extremely loud, and all the people heard it, but at this time, with so many people gathered together, how could they avoid it.

  The sound of horseshoes was approaching, and in a moment, dozens of riders appeared, all dressed in black clothes and pants, like ghosts reborn in the dark night.

  They completely ignored the crowded people at the city gate and rushed forward.

  Qijietai stared blankly as they charged straight through the crowd, countless civilians unable to dodge in time, being ruthlessly knocked to the ground, blood flowing everywhere, a pitiful sight.

  However, they seemed unaware and maintained a very high speed, turning in an instant, and had already exited the west gate.

  Jidi Tai rushed up onto the city wall. With the help of the firelight, his eyes scanned as far as they could see, and he saw that this group of cavalry had charged into the midst of the Xiongnu horsemen.

  When the first person held a strange door soldier's crescent-shaped shovel and swung it, its momentum was unstoppable, and there wasn't a single general under his command who could withstand it.

  The leader of the Xiongnu was about to give the order to intercept when he suddenly threw his head back heavily and fell off his horse, dying on the spot.

  Qijietai vaguely saw an arrow protruding from his neck, but he had no idea who shot it or when.

  The Xiongnu people were suddenly thrown into great disorder, and a force of two thousand was routed by this score or so of men.

  Qijietai was shocked on the city wall, what kind of people were they, enemy or friend, and how did they have such momentum.

  His eyes suddenly lit up, and a ray of light slowly shot out from between the horizon.

  The sky has already brightened up.

  Arrows fall like rain, covering the sky and earth.

  Is it possible for anyone to survive under such a dense rain of arrows?

  A master, what is a master? One who can do what others cannot, that is called a master.

  Xu Haifeng, this newly promoted Grandmaster perfectly interprets the powerful strength contained in this term.

  Xu Haifeng took off his outer jacket, and without seeming to exert any force, the wide garment began to rotate, like a dense black fog. The arrows shot into it instantly seemed to lose their momentum, sliding down to both sides automatically.

  He single-handedly blocked all the arrows, his outer garment swinging with a huge range, enveloping the three men and their horses. The Huns' bows and arrows were sharp, but they couldn't hurt him at all.

  "Second brother, you shouldn't have come." A hint of helpless bitter smile appeared on Fang Ming's face.

  Xu Haifeng waved the cloth in his hand, looking carefree and nonchalant. He turned his head and pretended to be angry, saying: "Big brother, do you want to lose your credibility? But I won't follow your wishes, haha..."

  A bright and cheerful laughter entered his ears, but Duanmu Huang only felt a slight tingling sensation in the tip of his nose. His gaze dropped down, and he saw that under the dark clouds, there was actually someone staring at him with wide eyes.

  The direction made a sudden noise, and upon closer inspection, I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly. It turned out that the monkey child was lightly perched under the dark cloud, no wonder it hadn't been noticed just now.

  "Monkey kid, bandage their wounds." Xu Haifeng instructed.

  "Is..." The monkey child responded with a single word, and his body moved swiftly to stand beside Feng Ting. With his exceptional eyesight as a top-notch expert, he still couldn't see clearly how this person had achieved such speed, which was truly unmatched in the world.

  The two men suddenly felt an intense pain at the wound site, followed by a cool sensation, as if something was applied to the wound.

  They looked down and saw that the sharp arrows on their bodies had already been pulled out, and a thin layer of sticky liquid blocked the fresh blood underneath. They looked at each other in surprise, what quick hands.

  On the high slope, Kou Batian's face was unpredictable, he never thought that at this last juncture, such a qualified person would emerge to turn the tide.

  Xu Haifeng unexpectedly managed to advance to the position of Zong Shi, which was indeed beyond his expectations. His confidence in the Black Flag Army's ability to withstand the invasion of the Kaisa people increased by a few more points.

  The secret agreement with the Black Flag Army was an extremely confidential matter, even among the upper echelons of the Xiongnu. However, Bao Gan's identity naturally allowed him to participate in it.

  If Xu Haifeng dies here, how can the Black Flag Army give up easily? Who will stop the tens of thousands of Roman troops? The overall plan of General Hami Tie will be completely ruined. However, if they let them go, how can he explain it to his subordinates?

  Kou Batuo furrowed his brow, filled with regret in his heart. If he had known earlier, he would have taken action himself. If he could have killed Fang Zhongyu a step earlier, he wouldn't be having this trouble now.

  "Eagle Brother, what's wrong?" Kangji asked, seeing that Baoju Eagle was hesitating and wondering in his heart.

  Kuā bá yīng rú mèng chū xǐng, tā kàn zhe zhàn chǎng shàng wēi fēng lì lì de xǔ hǎi fēng, xīn zhōng wú duān dì shēng qǐ yī gǔ jí huǒ.

  Translation:

  Kua Ba Ying was like a person who had just woken up from a dream, he looked at Xu Hai Feng who was majestic on the battlefield and felt an inexplicable flame of jealousy rising in his heart.

  Zong Shi, what's the big deal about Zong Shi? At such a young age, he has already reached the realm of Zong Shi. In the future, he will definitely be a great threat to the Xiongnu people. Since we have this rare opportunity, how can we let it slip away easily?

  Even if it were a Caesar's invasion of China, that would only be a situation where three families contend for hegemony; what have we Xiongnu people ever feared?

  Thinking of this, he was filled with murderous intent, his whip lightly raised in his hand, and loudly shouted: "Archers, shoot..."

  Xu Haifeng smiled calmly, although he couldn't see the face of Bao Yueying, but he could feel his change in momentum, and thus infer his psychological transformation.

  As soon as he sensed that fierce killing intent, he knew that Bao Pu had made up his mind to kill him and leave no one behind.

  He was different from Cheng Xuanfeng after all, the latter was still a Han Chinese at heart, and had more attachments in his heart. So even at the last moment, he still left a hand. But he was an unadulterated Xiongnu, he didn't care whether the Central Plains fell or not, what he cared about was only the final victory, as long as the Xiongnu could occupy the vast and fertile land of the Central Plains in the end, that would be enough.

  Arrows rained down on them like a storm, and Xu Haifeng's large sleeve danced even faster. With the support of his powerful internal energy, this ordinary cloth-made sleeve was as hard as steel, indestructible, and no matter how strong the arrow rain was, it couldn't harm him in the slightest.

  Master, this is the true power of a master-level martial artist.

  Even if a grandmaster is strong, he is still just one person. No matter how strong one person is, can they be stronger than thousands of soldiers and horses?

  In a city with rows of houses and alleys everywhere, even if there are many people, as long as a master-level expert hides carelessly, they will be powerless.

  But on the vast plains, even if it were a veteran master like Li Yanbo or Tuohuti, they would still have to retreat in defeat when faced with a large and well-equipped Xiongnu cavalry.

  To the west of the capital, the terrain is flat and open, with no obstacles or barriers, making it an ideal place for cavalry to gallop freely.

  Xu Haifeng seemed to be writing with ease, but in fact he had already exhausted all his strength. If he hadn't become a master and had true energy circulating endlessly within him, he would have been unable to withstand such exhaustion long ago.

  However, how long can he persist with such great effort?

  Although Fang Ming has not yet reached this lofty realm, he knows this principle.

  He glanced at the dark cloud floating within Xu Haifeng's protective net, occasionally swishing its long tail, looking carefree. Suddenly, it shouted: "Second Brother, Wuyun is the fastest in the world. With your skills, riding on it, you can easily leave. Take Guanying with you, hurry up and go."

  Li Guanying was shot with seven arrows, although not in a vital spot, but lost too much blood and was already half unconscious. However, upon hearing these words in his daze, he immediately came to and forced himself to shout: "No, big brothers, you leave, don't worry about little brother."

  Xu Haifeng's entire body surged with true energy, and his endless internal breath was released through that weak piece of cloth, interpreting the true meaning of the two words "sect master" with his own performance.

  Throughout history, such a scene is also unique.

  Xu Haifeng knew that if things continued like this, the only consequence would be exhaustion and death. If he relied on his speed as swift as dark clouds, even with these two people in tow, it was not impossible to retreat unscathed.

  He was just resentful, and felt that Bao Zheng had been too deceitful.

  Since he wants to put himself in a dead end, how can he not give himself a huge surprise to be worthy of himself?

  At this moment, a streak of light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the red sun finally began to rise slowly.

  Xu Haifeng listened carefully with his ear to the side, suddenly extremely delighted, and turned back to smile: "Big brother, Li brother, you don't have to be polite, I've already made arrangements. If we can't get out of here safely today, then I'll never speak of martial arts again."

  Hearing the self-confidence in his tone, Fang Zhicheng and Lin Xiang simultaneously put their minds at ease. Although they couldn't see why Hai Feng was so certain, they chose to believe him without any reason.

  Perhaps this is the charm of the master.

  The disturbance spread from the rear of the Xiongnu like a plague, and a group of dozens of black-clad cavalrymen rushed forward like arrows, sticking to the bow-and-arrow troops.

  They finally came.