Lian Sheng gently kicked the horse's belly, and the war horse took a step forward with a brisk pace. When approaching the infantry, he turned and faced them sideways.

Seeing that its speed slowed down, Dao Bing directly used a knife. However, Lian Sheng stepped on the stirrup, held the horse's neck, turned over and hung it halfway on the horse, slashed at them first, and then got on the horse again to avoid everyone.

The lower plate is stable enough, like stepping on the ground.

Lian Sheng turned around, with a sense of deterrence on his expressionless face.

It was several years before equestrians.

The infantrymen of Liu team shouted again: "Lone--Damn-!!"

Are you acrobatic? Which group of people!

Zhao Zhuolu rushed to the other side again and commanded the cavalry to start surrounding. They left few cavalry, only about thirty, in case of accidents. He shouted from behind: "Stop the front, don't let her escape! She is alone, all of them are stable! Don't be dazed anymore, and don't shout anymore!"

"What's the situation with you?" Commander-in-chief of Team Liu was anxious, "One person on the other side or the same school? Are you doing something wrong? What are you doing!"

Commander-in-chief of Team Liu found that the situation in his hometown was unreliable, and he might have to look at him. The large army here had already reached the front of the camp, only one step left. He raised his knife and pointed straight ahead: "Hurry up! Don't give them a chance to support!"

At this time, several cavalrymen surrounded Shengsheng in the middle, with silver light flashing slightly, and several weapons stabbing together.

Lian Sheng lowered his head, slid off his horse, raised his hand and hit the horse's buttocks. The horse roared with pain and neighed, and hit it forward. The cavalry in front tightened his heart and retreated to the side, blocking his comrades.

Lian Sheng moved his footsteps to the side, and took advantage of his flexibility to turn to the side. He raised his hand and pulled the person above, pressed the horse's back and turned over. He stretched his legs forward, skillfully stepped into the stirrups, and successfully snatched the mount of the Liu team's cavalry.

The soldiers of the team Liu: "Lone!!!——Damn—!!"

Zhao Zhuolu collapsed and said, "Don't shout anymore! Kill it seriously!"

Fang Jianchen came from behind panting, saw the gaze of the chaotic figure and the situation, wiped his face and shouted sternly: "Lian-win! Leave your life!"

Everyone on the opposite side fell into infinite self-doubt, and the winning streak was in full swing. After breaking through the siege, they rode their horses in the direction of Zhao Zhuoluo.

Zhao Zhuolu raised his sword to greet him, waiting for him.

The two of them collided with weapons, and they were as crisp as gold and jade. However, their winning streak was superb, and they not only had flexibility but also changed a lot in their actions.

Her blade moved downwards and pulled to the hilt of Zhao Zhuoluo's knife. With skillful force, she went out a little, broke through his defense and slashed his abdomen.

But the blade was slashed and slashed many times, and it was already a little rolled up. In addition, Zhao Zhuoluo's armor level was high, so he did not have fatal injuries.

Lian Sheng looked back and found that he was still safe and frowned.

Zhao Zhuolu's posture did not change, and he directly cut down with another knife. This knife was a real strength, and even his arm was numb. If he had won, he would not believe in evil. He was clearly heading towards the gap just now, so how could he not cut through it?

She rode her horse and retreated temporarily, leaving the soldiers behind her. The two fought fiercely. She grabbed the gap and slashed again, while Zhao Zhuolu was still alive.

She didn't expect it was her weapon problem, and pointed at Zhao Zhuoqi and said, "I have already cut you off, please cooperate with me to fall down."

Zhao Zhuolu: "..."

When I was talking, a sound suddenly sounded behind me.

"Let's go down! Cum!"

The words were vague and there was no time for them to react. The arrow flew directly towards them.

Several arrows shot her undead opponent who was having a headache. She almost thought that it was a friendly army, and then she was shot in the back.

Winning streak: "…"

Zhao Zhuolu: "..."
Chapter completed!