Jiang Xu was like a god of killing. He cut the cavalry on the huge sword and cut the horse's hooves down. He was like a blood-devouring devil, jumping around the horse from it, and working with Yun Zhao to cooperate with him, and heard Yun Zhao's

With a shout, Mo Dao swept the hooves of the two war horses and jumped in front of Yun Zhao in one step, "General!"

"Run out!" Yun Zhao pointed his sword in front of him.

"I understand!" He turned around, howled, and rushed forward with Mo Dao. This silly man was not afraid of what he was. Yun Zhao gave the order, no matter how there was a sea of ​​swords and fire in front of him, he would stand up without hesitation.

superior.

Several cavalry rushed up to Jiang Xu.

Yun Zhao broke through the dark clouds and stepped on the snow. The bowstrings of the army sounded one after another. Several Mongolian soldiers who rushed towards Jiang Xu fell down. One by one, they rushed into the Mongolian army in front.

Yun Zhao suddenly left his army and gave up saving his cut subordinates, which made Sihan puzzled. Looking at the direction of Yun Zhao's riding alone, he suddenly understood, his face turned pale, and he shouted wildly: "Damn it."

"I turned around and wanted to chase after him, but at this time, Yun Zhao's subordinates were cut by him. On the other hand, his subordinates were also broken by the Anqing border army. Without rushing a few steps, they were already one head

He ran into dozens of Anqing border cavalry and immediately fell into a hard battle.

The fierce Jiang Xu is more accustomed to fighting in the field and is about to find Yun Zhao to get a horse. It is just that he is extremely envious when he sees others riding on a tall horse. When he gets off the horse, his combat power is fully reflected.

After coming out, the Mo Dao in his hand was like a windmill, and he strides forward. The best Mo Dao, produced in the capital, was perfectly used in his hands. After a long battle, there was no gap, but the whole thing was

The blade was completely covered with blood, and it turned from a sharp big knife to a fishy red big knife, but it was still as sharp as before.

He rushed into the crack between two war horses, and a sword like Taishan slashed a Meng soldier who was facing off the horse. Hearing the sound of the sabre slashing down from his head, he roared angrily, bowed his back, and used force on his legs.

He kicked on the ground, rammed backwards, and with a rumbling sound, the Mongolian army behind him was knocked to the ground by him. He turned around and stepped heavily on the Meng who was lying on the ground.

Half of the cavalry was pressed against the horse. He had already fainted from pain, and he stepped on it so hard. He saw that he had vented more and had less energy.

Jiang Xu's ferocity obviously shocked the men surrounding him. They had seen the warriors before, but they knocked over the horses with their bodies like this. This was the first time they saw Jiang Xu, with red eyes and screaming.

After rushing up, they subconsciously rode their horses to avoid them.

At this time, the dark clouds step on the snow are like a dancing elf. They are struck forward or running in the crack of the horse. The horse is cloudy, sometimes pulling the string and shooting arrows, sometimes waving Yishuihan, the string sounds and arrows come out, and the knife falls to fly.

, blood rolled, moving forward all the way.

In front of me, Yun Zhao and Jiang Xu were cut through the Mongolian army's formation one after another.

"Stop them!" Yun Zhao turned around and yelled at Jiang Xu.

"I understand!" Jiang Xu's figure running forward suddenly turned around, and a huge Mo sword crossed his chest and shouted wildly: "Who will die?"

Jiang Xu, who was in the midst of winter, was like a killing god. He stood there, and the blood all over his body flowed down. In a moment, the place where he stood was dyed red. The Mongolian army chasing them was instantly

In the meantime, he was frightened by him, and stopped the horses at the same time, looking at each other, but no one dared to move forward.

A slap on the horse's thighs that were stomping on the snow. The dark clouds neighed with a long time, and suddenly accelerated. A black lightning bolt rushed straight towards Sima Zhi about a thousand meters away.

Sima Zhi's attention has been focusing on the Anqing border army on both sides of the left and right. Seeing that the fiercely advanced opponent's momentum was finally curbed, a grin of relief appeared on his face. The battle situation was developing towards the side he hoped, forming chaos, and then

With a huge advantage in military strength, he dragged down his opponents.

He suddenly heard the noise of the personal soldiers behind him, turned his head, his eyes contracted, and the black horse in black, black sword and black armor, black evil! He actually broke through the siege and came alone to him.

He said, "I think this is a fight in the martial arts world, do you want to fight alone?" There are few people here, but there are more than a hundred elite cavalrymen who can stand on his own and become his close friends. That's not a first-class guy.

.You came to your door by yourself and just fulfilled your great achievements. Sihan, I'm sorry, I won't give you such a wonderful skill to kill Yun Zhao!

"Kill him!" Sima shouted directly with his finger in front of his finger.

Dozens of cavalry running out behind him, and these people also saw that this was a rare opportunity. Yun Zhao, the famous Black Evil in the desert, was the youngest third-rank general of Yunhui in the Dayue Dynasty. No matter who took his head

Level, it’s no problem to be promoted. I’m afraid I won’t be able to spend my reward in my entire life.

These people are the best among the cavalry of the Sima family. When they were in the army, they were all over the top, including equestrianism, archery, and fighting immediately. They were all the best choices, with dozens of cavalry besieging one person.

This job is simply too easy. It depends on who is lucky enough to cut off Yun Zhao's head with one knife.

Dozens of people rushed forward, desperately rushing toward Yun Zhao.

Zhang Zhaozhong is one of these people. His archery skills have always been one of the best in the army. He did not rush to the front, but pulled in the middle, holding the iron bow in his hand tightly, and holding three feather arrows in one hand.

, stared at the black lightning. Yun Zhao's name is so big, of course it is difficult to kill. Those who rushed in front should be blocked first, as long as Yun Zhao fights with them,

That is your own opportunity.

Two hundred steps, Yun Zhao touched his quiver with his hand. After touching it, he was stunned and only the last three arrows were left.

The Pojun drove like a full moon, and the arrow was like a meteor. The bowstring sounded, and the three cavalry led the horse. One hundred steps, dozens of cavalry opposite pulled their longbows almost at the same time. At the sound of the string, a rain of arrows rushed towards Yun Zhao.

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The dark clouds stomp the horse's belly, and the dark clouds stomped on the snow in a hurry. They suddenly changed direction and suddenly threw out a corner of nearly ninety degrees. They ran for dozens of steps, and suddenly turned back. Before this turn, all

The rain of arrows fell in the sky. At this time, Yun Zhao had narrowed the distance between him and the other party to about seventy steps.

It's now! Zhang Zhaozhong's excited heart was pounding, and Yun Zhao suddenly turned. In the eyes of these cavalry, the steering at such a high speed was simply incredible. This not only requires the rider's superb equestrian skills, but also has a sympathy with the war horses.

It requires even more powerful horses to withstand it. For ordinary war horses, if they turn like this, their legs will be broken on the spot, but the dark horse on the opposite side actually completed two such turns in an instant.

Zhang Zhaozhong's feather arrow shot out at this moment. As soon as Yun Zhao turned, his feather arrow sealed the direction Yun Zhao turned. The arrow was like a meteor, but it was actually three arrows in a row.

Yun Zhao exclaimed lightly. He had only seen such accurate calculations in Jamuka. He predicted the opponent's movements in advance. And pre-blocking the opponent is not a simple archer.

Yun Zhao's body slightly sideways, stretching out his hand, like picking the moon in the air. In an instant, he actually grabbed these three sharp arrows from the air. The calculations and predictions are all good, but the force on the arrow is too bad compared to Jamuha.

Far. If the other party was Jamuka, Yun Zhao would never dare to grab the arrow with his hands. It would tear his palm to the bone, and that would not be fun.

But as a strong man among arrows, Yun Zhao knew that the strength of these three arrows was too poor, and they were shot with cavalry's special cavalry. Compared with the strong bows used by infantry, riding the bow is necessary

If it is much softer, its strength is much worse.

Zhang Zhaozhong couldn't believe his eyes. The arrow he leaned on with his sharp weapon was actually caught by his opponent. The war horse was still running forward, but his face was as white as paper.

Yun Zhao decided to solve the archer first. Although his strength was poor, having such an archer who was good at calculating and could predict his actions in advance would inevitably hinder his next action. He would hit the three arrows he caught.

On the string, a bow was drawn, and with a whoosh, an arrow flew out.

The arrow came too fast, and Zhang Zhaozhong had no time to avoid it. In desperation, he could only raise the riding bow in his hand. With a bang, the string broke and the bow cracked. The powerful force swung Zhang Zhaozhong's hand high. At this moment, Zhang Zhaozhong

Finally I understood where the gap was, my strength, the strength of the arrow shot by the other party was much stronger than my own.

He understood this truth before he died, because Yun Zhao's second arrow hit his throat accurately, and the feather arrow penetrated his throat and penetrated from the back of his neck.

He stretched out his hands and fell down from his horse. Those who wanted to get a bargain always died first, and on the battlefield, the truth that he could never be broken.

The dark clouds suddenly turned from time to time, causing most of the other party's arrows to shoot in the air, while the remaining sparse arrows did not pose any threat to Yun Zhaoshi.

Pojun had already been inserted back to the saddle, and the dark Yi Shuihan raised his head, and a drop of blood was condensed on the tip of the knife, and finally fell down with a bang. Yun Zhao waved his sword, fell down, and the two horses intertwined, and a horse ran across the opposite side.

After taking dozens of steps, a big head fell off his neck with a slam.

The dark clouds were stepping on the snow too fast. The dozens of cavalrymen facing Yun Zhao saw a black shadow passing by, and several people were caught off guard. Yun Zhao's trace was lost. In horror, when they looked back, they only saw it.

The back of the dark horse.

Sima Zhi was shocked. Dozens of cavalry even blocked Yun Zhao, and he couldn't do it. Looking at the approaching black shadow, he choked and pulled out his sword for the first time, shouting:

"Stop him, block him!" There was already a sense of anxiety in the voice.

The dozens of cavalry left beside him shouted and rushed forward. Only Sima Zhi and his flag-holding officer stood alone, looking ahead with eyes.

Sihan finally rushed out. Driven by his madness, Jiang Xu was instantly submerged in the horse tide. He could only see his huge sword rising and falling, and his flesh and blood flying, but he couldn't see his.

Figure.

Sihan pulled the horse hard because he saw that Yun Zhao easily escaped the obstacles of dozens of horses and rushed straight to Sima Zhi, and Sima Zhi did nothing except to run away from the horse.

"Silly bastard!" Sihan cursed angrily. If Sima Zhi surrounded Baiduoqi guards around him, instead of sending out wave after wave to try to kill Yun Zhao like now, there would be like this,

Sima Zhi can still escape from the sky, even if he is a single Sima Zhi, he will be unable to escape death if he is targeted by Yun Zhao like now. Even General Jamuha was chased by Yun Zhao and fled, not to mention

Yu Sima Zhi is a waste?

The next moment, he saw Sima Zhi's head flying high, and saw Yun Zhao grab the head in the air, and turned around, and then cut down the flag-holder on the horse with another knife.

"It's over!" he sighed in his heart.

(Apologize, Gunman writes amateur, and uses Wubi to type, and he is very fast and has no manuscript in his hand. Therefore, he always posts it after writing, and rarely checks it, so many typos appear, and sometimes even the name is wrong, so he gives a book

Friends have caused troubles when reading. Here, I bow to everyone and apologize. The gunmen will pay more attention in the future.) rq
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