Chapter three hundred and ninety first horizontal formation
The wounded and undead soldiers often have more negative effects on the battlefield. Blindness is often more hopeless and fearful than having an extra wound on the body. However, after a moment of shrill scream, the three Northern Wei cavalry whose eyes were instantly cut off their uneasy mounts, and stayed silently in their place.
"kill!"
A military order sounded in the Northern Wei language.
The horse's hooves were thundering. Except for the several cavalry led by the leader, all the other Northern Wei cavalry roared and drove their horses towards Lin Yi and others.
Li Mo's face changed.
The moment the military order sounded, his flying sword suddenly sank, as if a huge magnet was about to suck his flying sword away. The true energy in his body squirted out sharply, and the flying sword struggled with his eyes and flew directly into the sky.
The two soldiers on the horse jumped up desperately, splashing the sword in their hands, slashing at Li Moxiao's flying sword whose speed had obviously slowed down.
When! When!
With two vibrating sounds, the long swords in the hands of the two men accurately slashed Li Moxiao's flying sword.
Li Moxiao took a breath, and his flying sword flew out in a swaying manner, constantly roaring, but it was not shot down in the end.
The two people who jumped up were hit by the unstoppable war horses behind when they fell and rolled into the galloping horses. They didn't know how to live or die, but the other person was caught by a rider and threw them on his horse.
The heavy cavalry outside the camp looked increasingly ugly. The sword lights in the hands of these Northern Wei cavalry were constantly splashing, and the entire cavalry was wrapped in a sword light. After Li Moxiao's flying sword flew out, he did not fly back for a while, and he didn't know where he was hiding in the darkness.
The flying sword is always a terrible weapon for ordinary soldiers. For an ordinary border army with a hundred people, it is probably possible that a flying sword can rapidly harvest life and instantly disintegrate fighting spirit. It is too terrible that Li Moxiao's flying sword cannot serve as a heavy army.
The ground began to shake violently, and the wind was following
Lin Yi, Li Moxiao and Qi Zhuji are like vegetable leaves floating on the waves, giving people the illusion that they will be shaken and thrown from the ground at any time.
"Don't use red fireflies."
Lin Yi bent slightly, like a leopard that was preparing to rush out. At the same time, he whispered to Qi Zhuji beside him.
Qi Zhuji raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself, at this time, you are still in the mood to care about my idiots, and are still worried that my flying blades shot out from the chaotic red fireflies may not be able to be retracted.
First, a chaotic gust of wind slapped Lin Yi's quiet and firm face as they were. As these cavalrymen became closer, the storm began to be mixed with tiny mud spots and plant debris, mixed with various smells on these Northern Wei soldiers.
The war horses and the cavalry were originally much taller than those standing. At this time, these cavalry filled the sights ahead, like an iron wall. Even if Qi Zhuji's breathing began to be sluggish, Lin Yi still did not move at all.
For some reason, when he was waiting for the enemy to move coldly, his calmness would bring him great confidence. However, when the Northern Wei cavalrymen were rushing towards him, he looked at Lin Yi who was motionless and looked at the arrows inserted like many messy straws in front of him, the Northern Wei cavalrymen felt a strange feeling in their hearts, and then they felt a little inexplicably afraid.
The more than ten cavalry who rushed in the front were less than ten steps away from Lin Yi. The large piece of soil raised by the horse's hooves had jumped towards Lin Yi like rain. At this moment, with several low shouts, dozens of black projectiles were thrown out from behind them.
These whistling projectiles flashed in black and silver lights. The moment they saw these lights, Qi Zhuji's face suddenly changed slightly.
This is a small number of heavy lead bullets equipped by the border troops on both sides. The only function of this thing is to form a unique powder mist to block the flow of true energy of the practitioner and communicate with the vital energy and runes of heaven and earth.
Looking at the heavy lead bullets thrown over, Lin Yi's expression did not change at all. The moment these cavalry entered another position, the moment the heavy lead bullets exploded in the air, a terrible force exploded violently on his waist, abdomen and legs. His whole body seemed to be thrown out from the spot, jumping forward with extremely abrupt but extremely terrifying speed.
The black projectile exploded in the air, like a black flower blooming. Lin Yi's body forced through the blooming flowers, like a flying bird gliding down, and appeared directly in front of the several riders rushing in front.
The sword and sword in his hand were swinging at the same time, and his arms were extremely stretched. The power that burst out from his lower body before a breath seemed to be quietly diverted, and at this time they all surged out of his arms.
An extremely harsh metal cutting sound first came out.
The sword light that Lin Yi fell directly cut off the long sword in the hand of the Northern Wei cavalry in front of him, which was flush with his body. Then the sword force naturally changed and landed on the neck of the Northern Wei cavalry.
The black iron neck protection of the Northern Wei cavalry could not stop Lin Yi from being easily cut open, which looked like a knife that looked like a storm that was blown by the wishes.
The head of the Northern Wei cavalry rushed up with the blood gushing out of the cavity. At the same time, the sword in Lin Yi's hand was already slapped on a cavalry beside him who was slashing at him.
A huge hammer sounded like a dull sound as if it was hit by a dead tree!
The roar of the Northern Wei cavalry stopped abruptly, and his whole body was shot like a bundle of straw. The war horses under him were unable to maintain balance because of this force, and he neighed to the side and fell to the ground.
The sword light in the hand of a Northern Wei cavalry who rushed to the scene at this time drew a wonderful arc and seized the opportunity to cut it down on Lin Yi. However, the cavalry's pupils did not generate joy, but instead were filled with horror.
His knife could not go deeper. While dragging it sharply, he could only cut open the outer coat. The blade was walking on oiled steel. Moreover, his blade made him feel clearly, and a force surged out of the other party's body like a tide.
Lin Yi followed the recoil force and directly hit a cavalry on the other side, knocking him down from the horse.
At this time, his eyes fell on the Northern Wei cavalry who was still dragging his body with a knife.
The moment his feet approached the ground, the knife he had just retracted stabbed upwards.
The extremely sharp blade body easily pierced the horse's belly as if it was passing through soft and tender tofu, and then pierced into the body of the Northern Wei cavalry.
The Northern Wei cavalry suddenly stiffened, and then howled in great horror.
Lin Yi did not stop.
Instead of moving forward straight forward like an ordinary person rushing forward, he jumped backward and caught up with the two riders who had just rushed past him.
When the sword light with warm blood slashed into one of the riders' bodies, his whole body turned violently and slapped the other rider with a sword.
Like thunder, it is accompanied by countless sounds of bone cracks that make people feel sour.
Chapter completed!