In front of a large number of Liao soldiers, Luo Dacheng was stained with blood, his eyebrows were glaring, and endless murderous intent burst out, strode and thrust the sword forward. The steel knife swung wildly in the air, with a strong force, and everyone in the face was invincible. He was hit by a crazi knife with a fast speed of lightning, and blood flew backwards.

As he strode, a strong wind blew Luo Dacheng's blood-stained armor and fluttered upwards. Luo Dacheng's figure had turned into a storm, and it ran around the periphery of the Liao soldiers at a rapid speed. Every time he swung a knife, a Liao soldier was stabbed at the critical point and fell to the ground and died. Even the cavalry on the high horse could not escape his sharp steel knife as sharp as lightning.

Even though the Liao soldiers were about to use swords and guns to surround Luo Dacheng, he was extremely fast and his feet were never stopped. After slashing a knife here, the next moment he had already reached a few steps away. He cut another Liao soldier beside him to the ground, making it impossible for the Liao soldiers to chase him. He could only let Luo Dacheng run back and forth around the periphery of their crowded group, wielding his sword and killing the Liao soldiers. Even if the Liao soldiers shot arrows at Luo Dacheng, they could not catch up with his strange floating figure.

As time passed, the Liao soldiers fell to the ground one by one and died. The remaining Liao soldiers became more and more afraid in their hearts. They looked at the tall figure running in front of them, as if they were looking at a terrifying ghost.

The enemy that cannot be hurt is the most terrifying existence. When the fear reaches its peak, a Liao soldier finally collapses in his spirit. He screams and turns around and flies, but staggers because of his panic in his heart, trips on a corpse, and falls to the ground.

Before he could get up, countless big feet had already stepped on him. The remaining Liao soldiers were already scrambling to flee desperately, trampling him to the bloody ground and unable to lift him up.

The iron hooves stepped on the back, and the cavalry who had been shooting arrows on the periphery finally gave up and ran away with fear and frustration. The unlucky Liao soldier spitted blood and was in great pain until his vest cooled down and a sharp blade penetrated through his back. He lay relaxed on the ground and let out his last breath.

Luo Dacheng pulled out a sharp blade from him, looked at the Liao soldiers running ahead, his eyes were full of murderous intent, gasped for a moment, and then raised his steel knife and chased after him.

Hundreds of Liao soldiers were running in chaos, and they never dreamed that one day, more than a hundred strong soldiers would be chased by a mere enemy and fled to death. However, the enemy was seriously injured and had no way to use his left arm.

The footsteps ran away, taking away the hustle and bustle of the street. The whole street became quiet. Countless corpses lay there quietly, and blood flowed around the streets and gathered into a stream.

Even among the chaotic deserters, the remaining cavalry rushed to the front and ran to the wilderness outside the village. Then, a storm seemed to pass by, and the cavalry running in front fell to the sky and fell on their horses, with blood squirting in their chests.

The remaining cavalrymen looked at the tall man standing in front of the horse with a high blood on his body, unable to believe that someone would run faster than a galloping horse, and could actually bypass from the side and block his own way to escape.

From the cold murderous intent and decisive intention in Luo Dacheng's eyes, they saw Luo Dacheng's determination to kill them all. Several cavalrymen looked at each other in despair, shouted in unison, raised their swords, and rushed towards Luo Dacheng!

The cold sword light burst into the sky, but I could not hear the sound of gold and iron clashing. As soon as I met, several Liao soldiers fell to the sky, and a huge crack appeared between their necks, and blood splattered.

When several corpses hit the horse, Luo Dacheng's figure had already passed the few unowned war horses and stopped the fleeing Liao army infantry.

In the wilderness, hundreds of Liao soldiers shouted in horror, raised their steel knives, and faced the enemy blocking their escape.

The strong wind blew, blew the messy hair on his face, slightly itchy. The blood-stained armor also danced and made a loud noise in the bitter cold wind.

Looking at the panicked Liao soldiers, Luo Dacheng showed a strange smile on his face.

The smile was faint, with a slight sense of pain, and the fierce murderous intent also appeared faintly in the smile.

In the storm, Luo Dacheng raised his steel knife and rushed towards the large number of Liao soldiers in front without hesitation!

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In the vast wilderness, weeds are everywhere, and the wind blows through it, making a bleak sound.

Hundreds of Liao soldiers, with disheveled armor, were crowded in the wilderness, shouting in panic, raising their swords and guns, waving their guards and waving their vigilance from all sides, but they couldn't see the enemy's appearance clearly.

Around these group of Liao soldiers, a faint figure strode around them in the strong wind, making the panicked Liao soldiers who were in the situation hardly see their appearance.

Like a storm of wind, a tall figure rushed towards a Liao soldier who was guarding his sword outside. Under the sunlight, the cold light burst out and shot straight towards his neck.

The Liao soldiers' eyes suddenly shot out of despair and fear. The steel knife in their hands immediately raised to block, but it was far less than the terrifying speed of the cold light. The knife was only half raised, and then with a puff sound, blood shot out, splashing out a large piece of loess in front of them, and instantly splashed bright red.

The tall figure slashed his throat with a knife, and his feet took a big step, and in just one step he came to another Liao soldier behind him. The sword swung sharply and shot away like lightning. When the sword flashed, the Liao soldier fell to the sky, and blood in his chest surged. His heart was shattered by the knife. The tip of the knife penetrated his back and fell to the ground with a loud bang, splashing a large piece of loess, and blood was stained with dust.

As he strode, he gently dragged the steel knife in his hand. The third Liao soldier who was immediately dragged by the blade that was dragged through was torn into a fragile throat, and he could not even make a scream. He fell to the ground with his body curled up in pain, and he rolled a few times on the ground, interrupting his anger from the severe pain.

In the blink of an eye, several companions fell to the ground and died. The nearby Liao soldiers screamed in fear and waved swords and guns in a hurry, for fear that the evil star would approach his side. In the midst of madness, the swords and guns were swinging around the sky. Then several Liao soldiers were slashed by their companions, and screams rang out loud.

Luo Dacheng gritted his teeth coldly, his eyes were full of furious murderous intent, which shocked the soul.

The tragic death of his brothers was not related to these Liao soldiers! Since this was the case, he had to take more than a hundred Liao heads to sacrifice to the brothers' spirits in heaven!

After a long battle, the almost exhausted physical strength suddenly rose in his rage. Luo Dacheng roared angrily, burning his remaining physical strength, and strided to avoid the Liao soldiers who were wielding swords and guns, and walked around like lightning more than ten steps ahead. In front of a dull-eyed Liao soldiers, a sword stabbed out, slashed through his chest with a puff, and shook his arm with force, and threw away the Liao soldiers' body.

He used all his strength to reach his legs and strode wildly, his speed was extremely fast. With the wild wind, he rushed forward quickly. The sharp sword in his hand made the devil elusive. Each knife was slashed out in the air, and a Liao soldier screamed, fell down the dust, and the yellow sand under him was dyed red in an instant.

In the strong wind, Luo Dacheng's figure rushed forward, with rolling yellow sand under his feet. He ran around the Liao soldiers like a yellow dragon. Whenever he saw a Liao soldier dancing with swords and guns, he strode forward and slashed it hard, which resulted in his life.

Seeing his companions falling down one by one, the Liao soldiers roared in horror, and their howlings were extremely shrill. Luo Dacheng was unwilling to silence at all, and his figure was like a dragon. He ran in a hurry, swinging his sword along the way, cruelly reaping the lives of the Liao soldiers.

Along the wilderness, a large number of Liao soldiers were crowded together and shouting in panic. On the ground, there were corpses of dead Liao soldiers everywhere, and one was found a few steps away.

Outside the remaining nearly a hundred Liao soldiers, a large area of ​​dust rushes up, like a yellow dragon dancing wildly, trapping all the Liao soldiers. Whenever the yellow dragon approaches the Liao soldiers' community, screams sound in the dust and sand. A large area of ​​yellow sand falls on the bodies of the Liao soldiers, but Luo Dacheng takes the steps.

The remaining Liao soldiers roared wildly, screaming in anger and horror, and refused to believe that there were hundreds of people on their side, but they were actually surrounded by an enemy!

Some Liao soldiers abandoned their companions and fled forward, hoping to escape. The yellow dragon made of dust and sand would always chase after them from behind. The man in front of the sand and dust thrust his sword and turned around and ran back without looking. The escaped Liao soldiers ran forward a few steps, and suddenly their feet became soft and they fell to the ground with a bang. The heart was shattered by a sharp blade.

Seeing that they had been besieged by the enemy, they could not escape or fight, the Liao soldiers were afraid and irritable, and they had reached their peak, almost forcing them to go crazy.

The wind roared and roared, and there was a strong wind in the sky, rolling towards the battlefield of fighting.

In the strong wind, yellow sand rose. In the dust and sand flying all over the sky, Luo Dacheng's tall and strong figure ran wildly, kicking a large piece of yellow sand under his feet, sweeping with the wind, flying towards the panicked and furious Liao soldiers.

The wind was dancing vigorously, and dust slammed into the face. A group of Liao soldiers were swept into the wind and sand. They saw the figures around them dancing, and screams kept ringing in their ears. In a trance, it seemed that the enemy had transformed into countless people and was crazily slashing and slashing their companions.

The fear of struggling on the brink of death was unstoppable. A Liao soldier finally couldn't stand the cruel torture. He roared wildly and waved his battle knife, slashed through the yellow sand, and slashed hard on a blurred figure in the wind and sand ahead. Hearing the shrill screams in his ears, it aroused his ferocity. He howled wildly, the battle knife slashed wildly, and slashed on the man's body, chopping his body to pieces, and still wielding his sword to death.

Just as the blood was boiling, a gust of wind came from behind him, and the body of the Liao soldier was shaking violently. A sharp gun tip was revealed from the inside to the outside, and it was covered with blood.

Behind him, another Liao soldier who was forced to go crazy howled like a wolf, trembling with his hands, clasped his spear tightly, pulled it out of his waist with force, and then stabbed the spear wildly, and with a thump, piercing through his back, and the tip of the spear came out of his companion's chest.

Immediately afterwards, the Liao soldier with a spear was also chopped down by another companion, and half of his body was stained with blood. His screams before his death made people tremble.

In all directions, the shrill howling sounded from the sky inspired the madness of the Liao soldiers. In the yellow sand that blocked their sight, the Liao soldiers roared and waved their swords and guns, and slashed wildly towards the blurred figures in front of them!

At this moment, death has become no longer terrible. What is terrifying is the terrifying fear and panic. Only by struggling to cut out swords and guns and fighting with enemies or companions can we drive away the feeling of fear like hell!

As the wind roared, the remaining Liao soldiers who had lost their leader were chopping wildly in the yellow sand all over the sky. No matter whether they were their former companions in front of them, they still cut him down desperately. From the resistance of the steel knife into the flesh, they felt the evidence that they were still alive!

The long yellow dragon was still surrounding them, galloping rapidly. The strong man who raised the yellow dragon opened his eyes wide open, and the sword light hid in the flying yellow sand, and he slashed hard. Every time he waved his sword, a scream sounded. Any Liao soldiers who were within the range of his sword, whether they were fighting madly with their companions or barely calm, and shouted to their companions to stop fighting, could only fall to the ground and die on the spot.
Chapter completed!