Chapter 11 Battle of the Death

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Continue from here, but it is a low point behind the mountain.

If it were a normal place, valleys were nothing. But it was a cold and frozen area with snow all year round. The valleys of mountains and valleys often had extremely thick snow. Once the horses fell into it, they would be difficult to walk.

But at this time, dozens of cavalry behind were siege towards Lei Qing.

If it were Lei Qing, he might have lost his fighting spirit. However, after several months of hardship, his will has become very firm and calm, and his tenacious personality has helped him survive from desperate situations. Even if he really died here, Lei Qing would not frown.

Fortunately, there seemed to be a coniferous pine forest wrapped in silver on the left several miles away.

"If we can't rush out, we will all die here. Qianqian, prepare for the fight."

After shouting quietly, without hesitation, he turned his horse's head and swooped down from that high ground, and rushed towards a cavalry on the left with great momentum.

Zuo Qianqian didn't say a word and stuffed the iron box into her cotton jacket. She pulled the bow and arrow in her hands, and there was a fierce light like a beast in her red eyes. When the distance between the two sides was only ten feet long, Zuo Qianqian lay backwards. As the horse was bumping, she calmly pulled the bowstring and shot an arrow with a whoosh.

But she obviously chose the wrong target. The strong man who ran in front of the enemy was a warrior of the early black iron. Facing the sharp arrow that was coming, he shouted in a deep voice, and the scimitar slid upwards, slashing the arrow.

The other party obviously also had a archer who was good at riding and shooting. While galloping, he also pulled up his riding bow and shot several sharp arrows towards Lei Qing. But Lei Qing was not an easy person. When the long sword ice flame was waving, it turned into several solid sword lights, sweeping away the several sharp arrows.

With a loud shout, the imperial horse met the first-level black iron man in the lead. The sword light flew, and in a flash, the strong man's scimitar flew away. The sharp sword swept away the lightning, and the man's head was slashed with one sword. As the blood was sprayed, such a cruel way of killing made the bandits suddenly feel a little scared, and their hands and feet became stiff involuntarily.

You should know that the strong man who was killed was also a figure among the bandits. He was known for his bravery and fierceness, but his head was cut off by a sword. Especially the closest people, Lei Qing, who was covered in blood and was astonishingly powerful, had his hands and feet cold, and his movements were slower by a few beats.

When you are in the battlefield, the most taboo thing is to be timid and fearful, you will lose your courage. Once you lose your courage, the more you will be favored by the god of death.

Lei Qing clamped the horse's belly and activated the slow horse to attack wildly. The Ice Flame Sword burst out with a dazzling light, as if even the air was filled with sizzling current. Lei Qing, who was desperate, used his battle technique repeatedly, and the lightning and thunder were controlled to the extreme.

Suddenly, more than ten brilliant sword lights burst out, and in the gorgeousness, there was a fierce murderous aura.

The three elite cavalry closest to him were slit and their throats were cut open when their eyes were blurred. Under the incredible eyes, they fell down one after another.

But there are also brave people among this group of rampant bandits. A black-faced man passed by the horse, and a long spear poked at a tricky angle, piercing Lei Qing's throat. Judging from his breath, it seemed that it was not weak, and it should be a black iron level.

Lei Qing, who had just finished his ultimate move, was at the weakest moment of Dou Qi.

In a hurry, the spear slid downward and pierced into his shoulders through the broken rhinoceros armor. Even Lei Qing's tenacity could not help but hum in pain, and his face twisted. But before his hideous smile could be revealed, the bowstring vibrated, and with a swish, a sharp arrow flew up close, directly into his face, and the heavy power was nailed into several inches.

As blood flew, the strong man screamed and fell. It was obvious that they all ignored the little girl behind Lei Qing.

"Hmph." Lei Qing held the spear on his shoulder with his back hand, pulled it out with a fierce force. After the blood was sputtered, it was temporarily stopped under the mysterious use of fighting energy. Lei Qing, with a ferocious face, threw the spear out, shuttled away like a terrifying sphere, nailed through a cavalry's chest.

During the contact between the two sides, in just a few breaths, six of the other party died in the cruel and direct killing, two of them were black iron-level warriors. Of course, one of them was shot and killed by Zuo Qianqian.

This also reflects the strange changes and cruelty of the battlefield, and any accidents may happen. It is completely different from a head-on duel. Especially the Black Iron-level warrior, if he fights Zuo Qianqian head-on, it will definitely be Zuo Qianqian who dies.

But Lei Qing also paid a heavy price.

Fortunately, with Lei Qing's courage and Zuo Qianqian's assistance, he cut open the blockade of this small cavalry in just a few breaths, and the maroon horse shuttled over. At this time, Lei Qing did not dare to delay the remaining fighting spirit. The remaining fighting spirit was injected into the maroon horse crazy.

The hairy horse's eyes were red, and hot mist kept spraying out of its nose, and gasping for breath. But with the help of Lei Qing's fighting spirit, it still burst out with a strong speed, rushed out of the blockade, and ran towards the pine forest.

Being able to break through the blockade in such a short time is Lei Qing's courage, and secondly, it is also lucky. Especially without Zuo Qianqian's arrow that was like a stroke of a god, the two of them would probably die there with one horse.

Even if the other party just entangled Lei Qing a little and made the horse under his crotch unable to burst out speed, the subsequent cavalry would cut him into minced meat. In fact, even if Lei Qing did it again, he would not be too sure to rush out.

The crisis has not yet been resolved. Several of this cavalry were killed by Lei Qing, but there were still eight left. If only eight of them were there, they might not dare to pursue Lei Qing, and they would even have to escape, but there were dozens of brothers behind them.

Immediately, the eight cavalry reacted first, turned their horses and chased Lei Qing. The distance between the two sides was only seven or eight feet long, and although Lei Qing's slow horse was urged to speed, it was still far from the point where he could easily get rid of the enemy.

Among those cavalrymen, there were three or four who were good at riding and shooting. At such a distance, of course, they all pulled their bows and arrows and shot Lei Qing.

Lei Qing was trained in equestrianism since he was a child and was very familiar with the art of controlling horses. At the critical moment of life, he also brought the ability to listen to the wind and distinguish positions to the extreme. He tied the reins and changed directions while the strings were ringing, and almost achieved the state of unity of people and horses.

When the sharp arrows fell, Zuo Qianqian, who was also good at shooting arrows, twisted her petite body backwards at an incredible angle. She steadily counterattacked with the targets of those archers. There were not many arrows, only four or five, so she couldn't waste too much.

After more than ten breaths, Lei Qing and Zuo Qianqian cooperated very well. When Zuo Qianqian shot the last arrow, she was lucky enough to accurately hit a riding archer. This was the second riding archer who died under her in a short period of time.

But unfortunately, the arrows were exhausted, and the other party had two archers alive. With a whoosh, the arrow shot Zuo Qianqian in the thigh. But Zuo Qianqian just groaned lowly, then gritted tightly, and let the pain pierce, unwilling to distract Lei Qing's thoughts.

Fortunately, after a while, the slow horse gradually took advantage of the stimulation of the fighting spirit, and the distance between the two sides was pulled to fifteen or sixteen feet. At this distance, the opponent's archer could not have too high accuracy.

As time went on, the longer the advantage of the slow horse became more and more obvious. At this time, it was only about the corner of the coniferous forest. But at this moment, the slow horse under the crotch was finally unable to bear the whip. After a sad neigh, the front hooves softened and fell to the ground and could not twitch.

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