The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

At this critical moment, his second brother Cang'an came in time like a god and pulled him tightly behind him.

While Cang'an was fighting fiercely with the enemy, he shouted anxiously at Su Yang:

"Le Le, what are you doing here? Your elder brother and second brother are still alive. It's not your turn to take risks on this battlefield. Go back quickly!"

Su Yang shook his head stubbornly and responded loudly: "No, second brother, I have grown up, I want to protect the tribe with you!"

The situation on the battlefield became increasingly tense, like a pot of hot oil about to boil.

Seeing that he could not persuade him, Su An had no choice but to take Su Yang with him to kill the enemy. He always kept an eye on Su Yang's safety and tried his best to stay by his side, ensuring his life safety like a hen protecting her chicks.

Su Yang was brandishing a long sword, but since he was too small to chop off the enemy's head, he cleverly focused on attacking his lower body, and his fight was really powerful.

Suddenly, Su Yang heard a light "puff" sound. His heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself: Could it be that I have been hit?

Before he could figure it out, he saw an arm falling from the sky like a puppet's arm with its strings cut, and it landed at his feet with a "pop".

Su Yang looked carefully, and after seeing the arm clearly, his head buzzed and he was suddenly startled and turned to look at Cang'an.

I saw blood gushing out of Cang'an's right arm. His arm was actually chopped off by the enemy.

The pain of broken arm made Cang'an's face turn pale instantly. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He couldn't help but half-kneel on the ground.

A young general from the Shura tribe saw this great opportunity, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes, he took the opportunity to rush forward like a wolf pouncing on its prey, wanting to reap Cang'an's head.

“Second brother——!!!”

Su Yang roared and rushed towards Cang'an without hesitation. The young general was full of disdain and didn't take Su Yang, a little kid, seriously at all. He kicked him a few meters away like a ball.

Su Yang fell heavily to the ground, feeling a sharp pain in his chest and feeling that his breathing was about to stagnate. He was gasping for breath like a stranded fish.

But when he thought that his second brother was still in danger, he struggled to get up again, with a determination in his eyes, and he vowed to never let the young general's knife hit Cang'an's head.

At this time, Cang'an endured the severe pain of his broken arm, took a deep breath, and quickly made hand gestures with one hand.

I saw the spiritual light slowly gathered in his hands, growing bigger and bigger like a whirlpool, and finally formed a big ball emitting dazzling light.

Then he threw the big ball towards the young general with a sudden force. With a loud bang, the young general was instantly blown to pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, like a blooming blood-red firework.

The crisis was temporarily resolved. Su Yang's face was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's. He rolled and crawled to Cang'an, tears streaming down his face, and he cried:

"Brother, how are you?"

Cang'an suppressed the pain, forced a smile at him, shook his head, and consoled him: "Don't be afraid, Lele, your second brother can protect you with one hand."

The scene was equally tragic on the eldest brother Cang Ce's side, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and broken limbs and arms spread all over the ground like garbage. After he noticed the critical situation on Su Yang's side, he was extremely anxious and rushed over to support him like a gust of wind.

Before the three of them could say a word, Cang Ce quickly cast a spell and moved the two from the center of the battlefield to the edge like carrying a chicken, and then rushed back to the center of the enemy like an arrow.

On this battlefield that looks like hell at the end of the world, the air is filled with smoke and the pungent smell of blood is so pungent that it makes people feel nauseous.

Broken limbs and arms were everywhere, some hanging on charred branches, some being trampled underfoot. Blood gathered into small dark red "lakes", flashing strange light under the reflection of the war.

Although Su Yang and Cang'an are on the edge of the battlefield, danger is like an omnipresent shadow, looming over them at all times.

Although Cang'an lost an arm, he did not look embarrassed at all. He held the sword with one hand, and the blade was already stained with blood, and every drop of blood seemed to be telling the disappearance of a life.

His eyes were like the cold stars in the deep night sky, icy and sharp, tightly locked on the enemy troops that kept pouring in from him. Every time he swung his sword, it brought up a cloud of blood mist, and wherever it went, the enemy troops were like fragile ants, being chopped down without leaving a single piece of armor behind.

Su Yang did not just stand there and stare. He held the long sword tightly with both hands and fought with the enemy, with sparks flying as the swords flashed and shadows appeared.

The Shura soldier shouted loudly, his voice like a huge bell, making Su Yang's ears buzz.

Then, he swung his sword downwards, and the long sword cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. Su Yang's heart tightened, and he gritted his teeth, using all his strength to resist upwards.

With a loud bang, sparks flew everywhere, and Su Yang only felt a numbness in his arms. The huge impact force spread throughout his body along the long sword, causing his body to shake involuntarily.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, trying to steady himself, but still staggered back a few steps.

The soldier missed the attack and quickly put away his sword. Then he made a horizontal slash, and the sword flashed like lightning, whizzing towards Su Yang's waist.

Su Yang's eyes widened, and he hurriedly moved his long sword down, barely blocking the attack. But his body had already lost its balance, and he fell to one side.

The Shura soldier took the opportunity to step forward and kicked Su Yang hard on the shoulder. Su Yang groaned and was kicked out like a tattered rag doll, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

He ignored the pain in his body, quickly got up, spat out the mud and sand in his mouth, and his eyes burned with an unyielding fire.

The Shura soldier looked at the embarrassed but tenacious little potato in front of him, sneered with disdain, and attacked again with his knife.

Su Yang knew that he couldn't fight head-on, so he began to run flexibly, trying to find the enemy's weakness.

He jumped around the soldier like an agile little monkey. The soldier's long sword hit the air again and again, and a trace of anger gradually appeared on his face.

Suddenly, Su Yang saw an opportunity and rushed towards the soldier's lower body. He ducked to avoid the soldier's vertical chop, then stabbed the soldier's leg with his long knife.

The soldier was startled and quickly stepped back, but was still scratched on the calf by Su Yang's long knife. He roared angrily, holding the long knife with both hands, and slashed at Su Yang frantically.

Su Yang dodged left and right amidst the flashing swords and sabers. His body had been cut open several times, and blood oozed out. But his eyes remained firm, with no intention of retreating.

He used his short stature to his advantage, constantly moving between the sides and behind the soldiers, attacking with his sword from time to time.

While fighting with the enemy, Cang'an also paid attention to Su Yang's safety.

Whenever the enemy tried to attack Su Yang from the side or rear, Cang'an would always seem to foresee it in advance. He would move as fast as lightning, and instantly turn sideways or around. His long sword would draw a cold arc in the air, dissolving the enemy's attack into nothingness.

The speed at which the sword was swung was astonishingly fast. The sword light flashed like a silver snake blooming in the night sky. With a few "swish" sounds, the enemies close to Su Yang fell down one after another, and blood splattered on the spot.