People are different, and you cannot be demanding that the 40,000 storms who have only experienced a war have a strong and tough mind like a turbulent one.

Besides, only half of these 40,000 elite cavalry have experienced the exciting raids and rushing formation in the Battle of Wind and Snow Silver City.

In addition to its own single-body strong combat power, team tacit understanding, glory, cohesion, and accumulation of combat experience are the criteria for measuring its elite strength.

And these Fengyun Jingqi is really not a little worse than the 80,000 Dahongpao, which was originally from the Tiger and Iron Cavalry, a division of the gods, who are a hundred battles.

Fengyunluo had never considered this issue. Indra had thought about it, but there was no better card than Fengyun to curb the red-robed iron cavalry. Moreover, myths have always been based on the high-end of top gods to drive the development of guilds. In terms of teamwork's ability to work together, it is impossible to compare with the gods.

Ye Feng had no time to think about it at all. He only had attack and only won. As for who the enemy was, it didn't matter.

...

"Here's here."

"The red-robed iron cavalry is here."

"Form a formation and prepare to defend against the enemy."

Ten riders lined up across the snow valley more than a hundred feet wide. In the snow foam splashed by horse hooves, the flying red cloaks were like flames burning in the snow. In just a moment, the eyes of Fengyun Jingqin's cavalry were covered in blood.

The leader Ye Feng stood above the War Tiger, wrapped in hideous and vicious armor. The huge blood-colored runes of the Gods at dusk were floating and flickering, dragging to the ground. With the fierce running of the War Tiger, the heavy and sharp sword blade cracked a long gully on the snow, which was shocking.

"Tuoba Xie, I am Fengyunluan, remember me..."

Fengyun Ran's voice choked in his throat, and a black and red sword light in front of him was slashing at him, covering the sound of the whistling wind.

After all, he was a young man with little experience. The cavalry hedging first was to fight the impact force added by high-speed running. At this critical moment, he also learned those crazy dramas and wrote a common name for trash talk in front of the formation. He was purely a fool.

However, Fengyun Ran was favored by Di Shitian, and his operation was not overwhelming. He was about to be cut into two pieces by the Ragnarok Twilight, and activated in time for three seconds. Ye Feng's sword naturally cut into nothing.

太古剑主.诸神黄昏,这柄巨剑光看着就觉得渗人,那一枚枚流转的血色符文挥发的浓郁血气能把人压的窒息,风云乱真没几分信心去硬抗,保不齐就被一剑秒了.

Ye Feng failed to hit the attack, and was too lazy to bother to tangle the final attack. He manipulated Zhan Hu and passed by Feng Yun. He swung the giant sword horizontally, and the sword light rushed into the enemy formation. Seven or eight knights who had just prepared to charge were cut into two pieces by the sword light, and instantly instantly on the spot.

"The front team rushed forward, the back team suppressed the long-range, hurry up, are you waiting to die?"

"It's Tuoba Xie, who gathers fire from a long distance."

Several regiment leaders started shouting, and the front formation was in chaos, while the archers in the back formation quickly jumped off their mounts, and ten people arranged the arrow formation in a row.

Ye Feng coldly swept the enemy formation, stopped the horse, waved the giant sword with both hands, and started with a secret killing. The sword lights spread from all directions, and blood arrows suddenly shot up, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. The dozen knights who had just surrounded were immediately dismembered.

Divine power slash.

The dragon soars into the sky.

Shadow Dragon Dance.

For a moment, Ye Feng stood there, his ultimate moves frequently. When the sword light disappeared, there were corpses with blood and flesh and blood within dozens of feet of his body and body separated.

It was too fierce and could not be approached at all. With the wave of the terrifying giant sword, unless it was invincible, it would be the only ending of being killed instantly with one sword.

Suddenly, the red-robed iron cavalry behind them pressed overwhelmed like a blood-colored wave stacked together.

"kill."

The flat spear penetrated fiercely into the enemy's body, and the huge impact force driven by the high-speed charge knocked away the enemy troops facing the charge of the red-robed iron cavalry.

Under the red cloak swept in the wind, there were fierce and fearless and resolute faces. As they whistled, anyone could feel their murderous aura that soared into the sky and the unyielding decisive death.

In an instant, the first row of Fengyun Jingji was crushed to the ground with his people and horses, followed by the second row and the third row... The Fengyun Jingji, a row of fifty meters apart, was easily torn apart by the red-robed iron cavalry like mud and paper paste.

The cavalry who had been attacked by the first round of attacks and had luckily landed and were too lazy to finish the fight. They only had charge, charge, and charge again.

The companions who rushed over like a tide behind were enough to crush these fish that had escaped into meat paste.

As for those long-range arrow formations, it is even more tragic. Often, after a scattered volley, the cavalry formation in front is crushed, and then these archers who don’t even have mounts turn into dust under their sharp spears and heavy horse hooves.

The narrow valley was trembling under his feet, and the sound of thunderous hooves roared in his ears. The neat and strict iron cavalry line was as heavy as a towering mountain, but it was pressing towards the enemy array at an incredible speed.

The torrent of steel gathering in the red-robed iron cavalry was unstoppable and they drove straight in. The Fengyun Jingqi, who was trying to fight the Red-robed iron cavalry head-on, had already become a mess. Everyone rushed and fled in a hurry, and there was still a half-elite legion.

Feng Yunluan, who was divided into red-robed iron cavalry and blocked in the corner of the rock wall, had his lips turned pale, his eyes were dull, and he was completely confused. He had no companion around him, and he was slaughtered alone in this concave wall, looking in vain as if he was enough to be as long as any elite in the world, and was massacred like a group of rookies.

"how so."

Fengyun looked at the red-robed iron cavalry who looked at him as if nothing was happening, constantly whizzing past him, and all kinds of emotions were flooded in his heart, depressed, annoyed, angry, and all the time.

He can defeat, but he cannot be ignored.

The scarlet spear shook suddenly, and a red-robed iron cavalry who was speeding past his eyes was shot down the horse with one shot.

He controlled the black lion under his crotch and suddenly flashed out of the concave wall. Then he wrapped himself in the iron cavalry's rushing forward with his superb riding skills.

In fact, at the beginning of the war, he knew that even though Fengyun Jingqiu occupied the advantage of the terrain, he could not block the Red-robed Iron Cavalry's military strength. The only thing he could do was to delay the Red-robed Iron Cavalry's time to enter Fengxue Silver City as much as possible, and to kill the Red-robed Iron Cavalry as much as possible.

But he never expected that he believed that the cavalry corps in the Chinese region would be ranked among the top three, and the cavalry corps would be defeated so quickly and neatly in front of the 80,000 Dahongpao. However, as soon as he took over the formation, he was overturned by the rushing people and was defeated.

Since the defeat has been decided, the only pride of being a master is Xun Tuoba Xie to fight.

It has nothing to do with success or failure, just for the pride of being a master. Unfortunately, Feng Yunluan did not realize the insurmountable gap between him and Ye Feng at this time, not only the level equipment skills, but also because he encountered the coldest and most ruthless Ye Feng ever.

"Tuoba Xie, I have the will of fighting with me."

The roar of wind and clouds was so insignificant in the huge roar of the galloping horses, and it was even more impossible to pass on his voice to Ye Feng.

However, Ye Feng's inadvertent glance happened to capture Fengyunluo wrapped in the red tide, so he turned around and punched out a bully. Unfortunately, Fengyunluo was in a state of galloping. How could he expect Ye Feng's attack to come so suddenly and he didn't even have time to react, so he was caught in front of him from the air.

After three punches, he was lucky enough to die of residual blood. Ye Feng roared with a heavy sword and a big head flew into the air.

The main general was beheaded in seconds, and it was particularly devastated by morale. You can still expect the Fengyun Jingqi, the leaderless Fengyun Jingqi can organize an effective counterattack.

As a result, facing the rushing formation, the first cavalry leader who lost his fighting spirit, began to turn around and flee, and then the tragedy began to take place.

The red-robed iron cavalry chased after him, bit the tail of the defeated troops tightly, and covered them all the way like rolling down the pearl curtain. The formation of the Fengyun Jingqiu's back formation was scattered by his own defeated troops. Even if he wanted to counterattack, he was defeated on the whole line.

The cruel pursuit continued until the entrance of the northern end of the frozen canyon. Eighty thousand Dahongpao crossed the canyon that was more than 400 miles long and officially set foot on the border of Fengxue Silver City.

In the end, the nearly invincible 40,000 Fengyun Jingqin, who were praised in advance, successfully escaped after less than two thousand, and the red-robed iron cavalry suffered only two thousand losses.

The world is extremely sharp and unparalleled.

The staggering battle loss comparison clearly tells eternal players who are the true invincible masters.

On the snow field outside the valley entrance, the red-robed iron cavalry rested and arranged in a row. Ye Feng put away the hugo battle tiger and summoned the golden-winged roc bird to fly into the air. He looked down at the plain silver-wrapped earth and looked at the murderous red-robed iron cavalry. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel proud and excited.

"Brothers, do you dare to go straight to the three thousand miles with me, destroy Silver City first, and then kill trolls."

"war."

"war."

"war."
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