There is a serious fucking illness!

Ye Shijun cursed angrily and watched Han Sanqian and Ningyue flying towards him. He was subconsciously shocked and angry, and at the same time he took several steps back.

Now you are the fucking one who is the strong one, now you are the one who is the fucking one who is taking the initiative.

Why did Han Sanqian take the initiative to beat him up?

Is there any royal law for this?!

"Damn it, Han Sanqian!"

You really didn't even give me a chance to show off.

I'll fight you the hell!

No, my fucking men will fight you!

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Shijun waved his hand.

Suddenly, a group of iron cavalry suddenly shot out from the black air.

The cavalryman is covered in black armor, with black shadows lingering around his body, which looks like a ghost but not a ghost. He sits down on his horse and has a dragon's head on his horse. His whole body is dark, and the black energy is also spreading.

There was a group of about thirty people, half of whom were holding spears and half of whom were holding broadswords. They were so majestic that they attacked Han Sanqian.

"Fuck you, Han Sanqian, you want to sneak attack your Grandpa Ye, you should try the power of the Death Cavalry first." Ye Shijun suddenly sneered.

call!

Ghost horses roared furiously, and thirty cavalrymen charged directly at Han Sanqian in a strange formation.

Although he had never seen these things before and had never fought against them, Han Sanqian knew intuitively that this so-called death cavalry should never be underestimated.

"Be careful, get behind me." Han Sanqian told Ningyue, and he took the lead and rushed forward.

"Wow!"

"boom!"

The long sword slashed straight, the spear fell straight down, and Han Sanqian subconsciously touched the jade sword.

For a moment, Han Sanqian felt numbness in the tiger's mouth. The hand holding the sword was as if it was holding against a mountain that was about to collapse. It was so heavy that it was almost suffocating.

"puff!"

Ning Yue was behind her. Although Han Sanqian took most of the attacks for her and she was quite prepared, she still felt a sharp pain in her chest when several weapons were pressed down, and her throat felt sweet the next second.

, a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

"Are you okay?" Han Sanqian asked hurriedly.

Ningyue gritted her teeth and shook her head: "Don't worry, I won't die even if I'm injured. Three thousand, something is wrong. These death cavalry seem to be very strong."

Han Sanqian nodded, it was indeed true.

"They are strong, and I am not weak either. I will open the way." Han Sanqian shouted coldly.

The next second, with a jade sword thrust, Han Sanqian rushed out of the encirclement and soared into the sky.

"Seventy-two Divine Swords!"

With an angry shout, his sharp swordsmanship came down with him, and he immediately attacked the cavalry and left.

"Pong Pong Pong!"

For a moment, there was only the crisp sound of iron weapons, and almost all of Han Sanqian's crazy sword attacks hit the armor of the cavalry. Apart from scattered sparks, there was nothing more.

"What?" Han Sanqian looked surprised.

He clearly aimed at the heads and other vital parts of these cavalry, but why, in the end, did he hit their shoulders or backs, which were the areas of armor with deep defense?

With your own recognition ability, you shouldn't make such a low-level mistake, right?

"There's something wrong with these cavalry." Han Sanqian hurriedly yelled at Ningyue.

"What?" Ningyue was shocked.

But what surprised her even more was that while Han Sanqian was talking to her, the group of cavalry had already switched from defense to offense. With their backhand, thirty swords and guns directly attacked Han Sanqian.

Ning Yue wanted to remind Han Sanqian that it was too late at this time, so she could only watch the sword and gun go away.

"Wow!"

Over there, Han Sanqian also reacted extremely quickly. Even though he was intercepted first, fortunately, his reaction and speed allowed him to escape as much as possible.

With the sword and gun missing, Han Sanqian flew several meters into the air, avoiding it perfectly.

When he lowered his head, he saw that Han Sanqian's pants had been cut with several slits. If it were an ordinary person, his legs would have been left between the sword and gun.

Han Sanqian looked at the group of cavalry in disbelief, frowning for a moment.

"Han, what's wrong? Are you dumbfounded sometimes? Look at your posture, didn't you just fucking want to hit me? Come on, holy shit, I really want to be hit by you."

Seeing such a situation, Ye Shijun was not only very confident, but also laughed at him repeatedly, and even stretched out his face for Han Sanqian to hit him.

Han Sanqian smiled helplessly at Ning Yue: "I have never heard such a despicable request in my life!!"
Chapter completed!