Luo Zhaoyun rode his horse and rushed forward, but the cold arrows shot from time to time, roaring through the air, and there were also warriors in black descending from the sky, like heavenly soldiers and generals. The sword light flashed and kept chopping downwards.

Fortunately, Luo Zhaoyun stepped into the level of magic power with half of his foot, and his understanding of martial arts and gun skills became deeper. He was keen in spiritual awareness and could often hear the sound and recognize the power in advance. Once he was locked in by a certain danger, he would immediately react naturally.

With one gun, he had already killed six or seven black-clothed warriors. The blood spurted down and had already splashed on the little princess in her arms.

"ah--"

The little princess was shocked and scared, and the sky was dark. The black-clothed warriors were covered with their faces, with sharp eyes exposed, and murderous aura. In addition, the cold arrows were flying around, and the hot blood was sprayed on her body. This series of connections made the eleven-year-old Yang Caiyu extremely nervous.

The more scared she was, she couldn't help but hug Luo Zhaoyun's waist tightly, and even the little princess didn't notice that this force was too great.

"Ahem! Little Princess, you are going to strangle me to death!"

The little princess couldn't listen at all, and she was still shaking her head in her arms, not listening to his shouts.

Luo Zhaoyun was tightly tied by her waist, and she didn't dare to use hidden force to bounce her out. She could only shout. Seeing that she had no reaction, she pulled out a hand and patted her down.

"Bang!" A crisp sound was originally Luo Zhaoyun wanted to pat her on the back, but her body was almost shrunk. His hand was long again. He slapped her with a slap and actually hit her round and solid little ****, making the little princess' butt burn. Because she had fallen just now, her buttocks were hurting, this made it worse.

"Ah--"

Yang Caiyu was crying, and she raised her head, with anger in her eyes and a great grievance.

"Sao Rui!" Luo Zhaoyun didn't have time to comfort her, because several black-clothed warriors descended from the sky, pulling the long rope chain in one hand and holding a knife in the other hand, flying over with extremely fast inertia, as flexible as a jungle monkey.

Dangdangdang!

The sword light slashed, the spear pulled up the spear and kept fighting, but Luo Zhaoyun was really brave and his spear skills were very powerful. He could stab the spear with a gun and stab the flies on the wall. It can be seen that his technique was stable, ruthless, accurate and fast!

At this moment, he kept shooting guns, opening and closing, like a poisonous dragon coming out of the cave, like an autumn wind slashing the leaves, and every five or six warriors who came slaughtered him to death after a few encounters.

A warrior in black threw out a long rope iron hook, which had already hung his shoulder and a saddle, and was about to pull him off his horse. The troops separated. Luo Zhaoyun made a quick decision, drew his sword with his left hand, and turned everything with his backhand, cutting the iron like mud, and suddenly cut off the rope. The Luma rushed and threw away the warrior falling behind.

At this time, there were only six or seven left in the twenty or thirty cavalry in the front. Some were shot by arrows, some were knocked down by tripping horses, people were overturned, and people fell on some thorns and were stabbed to death.

The other few people jumped off their horses, swung their swords to cut off the tripping rope, and used the back of the knife to sweep the thorns barriers on the road, so that the cavalry behind them could pass, but some black-clothed warriors flew down and killed the people.

Guo Xiaoke, Ji Pingwu and others escorted Yang Zhao, and kept moving around like a torrent of iron armor, sweeping over.

"Kill--" The charge of more than 40 people was also extremely powerful, with golden swords and iron horses swallowing the valley.

At the same time, hundreds of armored soldiers holding spears rushed out from a jungle at the foothills, all of which were the imperial guards mobilized by the Yuan Valve.

"Crazy!"

These hundreds of soldiers were not panic, but fought on their own. Instead, they arranged their own formations as a whole, squatting down in a row, bent over in a row, standing in a row, and three rows of soldiers holding spears to form a three-dimensional iron front line.

If the war horse rushes forward, it is likely to be pierced directly and explode into countless holes!

After the third row, there are still 200 people, who are ready to replace and make up for the seats at any time. In any case, this team cannot pass.

Guo Xiaoke looked up and saw the iron armor shining brightly in front of him, and the spear shining with cold light under the starlight, knowing that it was a barrier of life and death.

"Pingwu, lead people to open the way!" His position is the leader of the team, and he can manage a team of fifty people.

"Get orders! The top ten riders, rush up with me!" Ji Pingwu laughed loudly, looked at death as if he was homeless, and was full of courage. He speeded up his horse and rushed forward with more than ten people, like a huge wave slamming towards the rocks on the shore.

Crack—Puff—

The war horses crashed into it hard, and the knight waved his spear and stabbed it downward, and also met a row of spear formations.

In this scene, countless collisions burst out instantly, and then, it was extremely tragic, with broken limbs and broken arms, and blood all over the floor.

"Go again!" Guo Xiaoke roared again.

Another ten cavalry rushed forward desperately, and rushed forward without any mercy, without any timidity, and broke the gap in the spear formation that had just appeared.

Guo Xiaoke personally led the team to protect the King of Jin behind him, and with ten people, he also rushed up quickly. He kept rumbling with the iron cavalry, as powerful as thunder.

Three waves completely knocked the spear formation of hundreds of people away. Guo Xiaoke had no time to see whether Ji Pingwu was alive or dead, and was excited, so he could only shout: "Pingwu, go!"

He had a task to protect the King of Jin and rushed out of here. At this moment, the spear soldiers around him were surrounding them and trying to surround them here.

"I can't die!" Ji Pingwu heard a sound, and the man crawled out of the corpse team, covered in blood, with his own and enemy, but he still did not give up. He pulled out his waist knife from his hand and desperately slashed the soldiers around him on foot.

At this moment, under the protection of several guards, the King of Jin had rushed into the crowd and escorted forward, but he was struggling.

At this moment, Luo Zhaoyun had already caught up. The Lu horse jumped up, jumped several feet, and fell directly into the crowd, trampling several people to death. Luo Zhaoyun waved his iron spear, unstoppable, sweeping across thousands of troops, like a dragon going out to sea, possessed by the god of killing, shouting loudly, and the soldiers around him were so shocked that they quickly retreated.

"Follow me to fight!" Luo Zhaoyun rode his horse to the top, and his spear was unparalleled. He was about to break out a bloody road among hundreds of enemy soldiers!
Chapter completed!