"Hiss--"

Several people in front of him were immediately cut into two pieces by people and horses.

There was no trace of blood left on the sabre.

Such bloody scenes scared the cavalry behind him so much that they hurriedly tightened the reins, fearing that they would become the next corpse.

"Good knife! Good man!" A hint of praise flashed in the cavalry leader's eyes, and there was no sadness for his tragic death. The cold clan always advocated the strong, and the weak died and the waste had no right to survive.

"If it weren't for the ice field image and the sneak attack, the Han Kingdom would have suffered heavy losses during this battle between the two armies. Unfortunately, it could not fight against Quansheng Duhan Camp!

Let me do this, I will dismount and fight you. If you lose, let your brothers go one by one. But once I win, you will be my slave."

After the words came, the other party turned over and dismounted, which made his subordinates applaud.

hypocritical!

He Zhao is not a fledgling rookie. He fools don’t believe a few false words of kindness, unless he is a second fool. Although the knife just now was fierce and domineering, the injury of the blood hole on his body recurs again, spilling drops of blood, dyeing red and tied cloth strips.

What's more, killing several people and horses with one knife is a lot of effort.

The reason why the other party created a fair battle was that he was exhausted and felt that he was determined to be able to fight him?

"Come on! Kill me!"

The leader holding a scimitar patted his chest, as if I let you do it first.

"Up! Up! Up!"

The cavalrymen started to cheer, but the sixth brother behind the ruthless man Zhao grabbed his arm and whispered.

"I'll go!"

"Don't worry, I have a way."

you go?

Is it different from the delivery delivered to the door!

"Then am I here?"

"Have a horse..."

Before the cavalry leader finished speaking, He Zhao dragged his sabre and rushed out with a blink of an eye.

Before he could react, he used his arms to force him to slash Huashan!

Drag the knife and cut it!

I learned secretly when I fought all the elite camp during the [East Expedition and West Exploration].

That time, he was almost defeated in the weapons battle.

I never expected that there would be one day left.

The pretentious cavalry leader did not expect that He Zhao, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, would treacherously choose to attack him.

Just as he was about to dodge, a murderous aura burst out into the sky, shocking him directly and not acting rashly.

"Move!"

With an angry shout, he barely raised the scimitar with his trembling right hand, ready to resist the blade that had already hit him.

"Puchi--"

A group of cavalrymen saw that their leader's scimitar broke instantly, and then slashed the saber from his head, slidly cutting through his crotch, and slashed hard onto the frozen soil.

"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Two heavy objects fell to the ground, but the cavalry leader was divided into two parts from his eyebrows and fell weakly to the left and right.

"call......"

He Zhao let out a long breath of turbid air, and with the help of the slashing sabre he swung during charge, the power was more than just as simple as 1+1=2.

Moreover, thanks to the veterans in the title, the characteristics of cold weapons will be magnified in your hands.

It is sharp and heavy. The two are further strengthened, and it would be strange if a scimitar can block it!

"kill!"

The sixth brother was surging his blood, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit. He shouted angrily, rushed into the cavalry team with a knife in one arm.

On the other side, He Zhao, who was intimidating the cavalry and causing the horses under their crotch to tremble, almost couldn't control himself and dissipated his murderous aura.

Brother, do you want to be so brave?

"Don't......"

"Puff!" "Puff!"

The sixth brother who was brave enough to charge forward was directly overwhelmed by the enemies and died in terrible death.

We dare not attack the God of Killing, and we cannot kill a injured disabled person?

"Shoot!Shoot!"

Once the leader died, no one planned to capture the cruel man Zhao alive.

Since the horse dared not approach, he simply stood in the distance and fired a cold arrow.

They didn't believe it anymore. Facing the arrows shot by nearly a hundred people, Da Xuanren could still dodge with his amazing murderous intent.

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"

The sound of breaking through the air continued to sound, and arrows shot towards He Zhao.

As early as when the cold cavalry was setting a bow and arrow, he inserted a three-meter-long slashing saber into the ground and pulled out the horizontal knife on his waist with his backhand.

In the setting sun, the sword light flashed.

The dense and rapid ironclad sounded, and a group of aliens were stunned, looking like they had seen a ghost.

Just a horizontal knife, it was dancing without leaking water, and hundreds of arrows were shot down one by one, causing the long-distance battle plan to fail.

To be honest, if it weren't for the previous raid of the cavalry leader, and the injury would be further aggravated after slashing the enemy with one sword, the injury would be further aggravated, and the effect would be stopped until death, and the serious injury would be +2 in all directions.

In addition, the effect of a hundred battles, all-round +2 when fighting, and the elite effect, the physical strength always remains at its peak. There is also a sixth sense, and the crisis is always perceived.

Now he had already been covered in arrows, and he died a little more tragic than Brother Six.

The cavalry looked at each other and said with all their faces. What should I do?

The Han Kingdom itself lacks iron ore. The arrows used to attack Tianxiong Army were smuggled at a high price.

Apart from the shooters, only the "noble" cavalrymen were equipped with some.

However, almost all the arrows were consumed to hunt down the Daxuan remnants of the army.

The fierce shooting just now was their last inventory.

charge?

The usually extremely obedient horse is now constantly sniffing and wants to retreat and escape.

If it weren't for years of fighting, the people would be intimate, familiar with the battlefield, and more adaptable to murderous aura, and would have been unable to control himself.

"Babys, is it my turn?"

Although the death of Sixth Brother was quite funny, the brotherly feelings in his memory made him somewhat sad.

He Zhao pulled out the saber to the backhand, and faced the cavalry team that was nearly a hundred people. His murderous aura was condensed, his eyes were red and blood dripped, and he began to rush to the formation alone!

“???”

Such bravery really made the Han people unexpectedly. In the moment of being stunned, the cavalry closest to the fierce man Zhao shattered the sword with one sword.

The smell of blood flowed out, and everyone immediately came back to their senses, looked at the cruel man Zhao who looked like a god and a demon, and swallowed. His heart was full of regret. Why didn't they escape while he was killing the leader?

"run!!"

"We rode a horse, and he was alone and had two legs, so he would definitely not be able to catch up with him."

The cavalry, who suddenly realized, thrust the horses under their crotch hard, raised a large area of ​​smoke and dust to charge in the direction when they came.

It is hard to imagine that a person can chase hundreds of cavalry and kill.

"puff!"

The cavalry hanging at the end of the team suddenly penetrated his chest with a horizontal knife, causing him to fall from his horse.

He Zhao carried the saber and burst out all his strength, catching up with the lonely horse with blood, and turned over and jumped on.

"drive!"

We cannot let these cavalry go. If we join the large army, we will definitely die.

No matter how powerful a person is, can he defeat tens of thousands of troops?

I have to say that the horses of the cold clan are really strong. The man carrying him a tiger-back and bear-waisted man did not reduce his speed at all. He first used murderous aura to intimidate him. After catching up, he raised his sword and slashed one by one.

He did not let go of people or horses, for fear of leaving one, so he returned to the cold army and brought people to chop him up.

"Finally safe."

He Zhao killed more than 90 people in a row, and breathed a sigh of relief with confidence. He touched the corpse and plundered some dry food and kettle, enough for him to walk out of this wild land.

In a word: The sky is high and the birds fly, and the sea is wide and the fish leaps.

"Everyone let me breathe, who can stop me? Who else!!"

"Hehe, it's stable now."

He enjoyed such a smooth simulation scene except for the beginning of the bloody battle.

"Oh? That's not necessarily."

"who?"

He Zhao was shocked all over, turned his head with a knife and looked at the source of sound, then his face felt bitter.
Chapter completed!