"My sons, are you afraid of death?"

The next moment, tens of thousands of Beiyuan cavalry raised their scimitars in their hands and shouted in unison at the moon in the sky:

"Don't be afraid of death!"

The sound rumbled and echoed between the empty and cold desert night sky.

"Haha, it should be so. Our Beiyuan men have been trapped in the grassland for decades and finally have the opportunity to sweep the world. How could they miss it like this?"

As soon as these words were said, the people around him immediately felt something and nodded in agreement.

The Kitayuan people have been defeated by the prosperous Tang Dynasty decades ago, their lives have been too hard.

How can you eat enough by grazing on the grassland? The cavalry in Beiyuan robbed and traded, and grazing was only secondary.

The prosperous South is the land they dream of.

But the military strength of the Tang and Jing countries was not weak. Even if they were in war, the defense of the northern border was still intact, which made the Beiyuan cavalry not have the opportunity to move south in large numbers.

Only good opportunities appeared in the desert, a large amount of supplies came and went, all of which were treasures given to Beiyuan by Eternal Life!

No matter what, you can't miss it!

Several master generals looked at each other, and their fighting spirit was like fire in their eyes, and the more they burned, the more they became.

"Go, line up and enter the city!"

Horse hooves step on the sand, scimitar breaks through the wind, and strong figures move under the moonlight.

The city gate was open enough to allow ten thousand cavalry to march straight into.

Ten riders lined up, rows of horses moved forward, and the team continued for several miles long, crisscrossing and layered, countless leather armors and scimitars reflected the cold moonlight, reflecting cold lights.

The charge begins.

Put your hooves, whip, run, speed up.

The sound of horse hooves gradually became rapid and dense, like the manic drum beats on the battlefield, which coincided with the strong and powerful heartbeat rhythm in the chests of the cavalry, and finally turned into a huge rush of waves and roaring towards the center of the city.

The ruins in Anxi City were flattened by Jing Jun, most of which were flat on the ground and had a wide view.

Soon the cavalry of Beiyuan could see the white figure that was alone in the middle of the city.

Martial Saint...

Many Beiyuan cavalry swallowed nervously, a little fear appeared in their hearts, and then disappeared in the midst of the craze of charging at full speed.

Ten thousand iron hooves stepped on the lonely city, and the masters and innate masters charged forward, using steel and iron, blood and flesh to form an unstoppable torrent, and the restraint of the shamans.

With such a formation, even the Martial Saint should avoid the edge of the situation temporarily?

rush!

Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate again!

Several masters who were galloping in the front observed Song Yun's situation and were secretly happy.

"You can still break the deadlock! The suppression has not been completed yet. The Martial Saint stays in place and cannot move. As long as he knocks him away, the shaman can escape!"

They were prepared and gave up the most commonly used scimitars and bows - this kind of light weapon is almost impossible to harm the Martial Saint.

What appeared in his hands were various heavy weapons seized from the Jingjun camp.

Shield, mace, long spear, eptuagint...

They charged in a straight line like heavy cavalry, no longer fancy roaming, riding and shooting, and went straight forward.

Like a heavy hammer, it quickly smashed in from outside the city gate!

The terrifying inertia brought by the full speed sprint formed a landslide and tsunami-like impact force, pointing directly to the lonely young man in white!

Their target is only one - the Martial Saint who broke away from the center of the city.

Just take a step back and one step will lead to the shaman being able to escape, and victory will belong to Beiyuan!

This cavalry of ten thousand people was as powerful as a rainbow, forcibly tearing open the fortune field of Anxi, and the suppression of Xuan Dixi became unstable.

The black shadow began to struggle violently again, and the broken jade seal was overwhelmed. The glue used for bonding seemed to fail at any time, causing the Xuandi Seal to be transformed into fragments of powder again.

The colorful streamers dance wildly, the shaman's figure with a bronze mask appeared again, and sneered at Song Yun:

"Young man, now he can still save his life!"

"If you dare to slaughter the soldiers of Beiyuan, after I escape from the trap, you will be torn into pieces and torture your soul for a hundred years!"

Song Yun ignored him and still stood still, just quietly watching the galloping horses.

In the empty and flat Anxi City, a huge black wave seemed to surge into this moment, rolling towards it like a dam, breaking through all obstacles, surging and unstoppable!

A white dress is like a white stone blocking the wave, as if it will be swept out by a huge wave in the next moment.

The distance between the two is getting closer...

Several Beiyuan masters could already see Song Yun’s young appearance, and took a deep breath to make their spirits rise to the peak.

Thick qi gushed out, and layer by layer was pressed in front, forming an invisible and solid giant shield.

The leading master raised his long-spear shield and shouted frantically:

"The Heaven of Eternal Life is Tenggeli, the Supreme God of the Sky, with its glory sprinkled, its divine power is boundless, and the heroic battle of the dead will return to the sky!"

Tens of thousands of cavalry's eyes were red and they shouted in unison: "The souls of those who bravely fought against the dead will return to heaven!"

Song Yun couldn't understand what these people were calling, but just looking at their expressions, you could guess what they were thinking.

The corners of his mouth gradually curled up, and the murderous intent in his eyes was like the cold ancient pond, which was condensed but not dissipated.

"Aren't you afraid of death? Then kill until you are afraid!"

He stood firmly in the middle of the city, still holding the violently trembling square jade seal with his right hand.

Gently push the left palm out.

With a clang, the sound of a roar was like a dragon, and a sharp bronze sword appeared under the pale moonlight.

The hilt of the sword was removed from his hands, and the bronze sword flew out automatically under the energetic force, with a sharp edge pointing directly to the fierce charge and cavalry formation in front of him.

Layer layers of energy swayed upwards, causing the narrow sword body with clear lines to tremble at a high speed, turning into the sword shadow of Mohu.

Then the bronze sword turned into a bitter green light, like a wild horse that broke out of its reins, and a sharp arrow that broke out, flew away from the sky.

The sword behind the sword also followed the vast energy of the pseudo-martial saint's realm, making a rumble sound.

The green light spread across the sky, constantly magnifying, widening, and flattening, eventually forming a huge sword aura, with a sharp arc forward and shooting towards the Beiyuan cavalry.

The power of the Killing Sword Qi is superimposed to the extreme and evolves and is promoted again.

"White Emperor Sword Classic", Pojun's Sword Qi!

"kill!"

The sword energy of Pojun and the mighty cavalry rushed into the formation instantly collided.

Boom - The Martial Saint Sword Qi first fought against the Grand Master's Gang Qi, and made a loud noise like a mountain collapse.

The giant shield of the qi condensed by several masters and masters was defeated by the Pojun sword energy in the most violent posture, and exploded and turned into countless scattered airflows and burst out everywhere.

The Masters of Kitayuan sprayed blood and almost fell from the war horse, but they still held up all kinds of heavy weapons, gritted their teeth and carried out a second hedging.

The sharp and harsh metal knocking continued to sound, and all weapons were separated from wherever the sword energy went!

The big shield broke from the center, with long spears, large escalators, and maces broken into two pieces...

Between the broken weapons that were constantly falling in the air, Pojun's sword energy continued to move forward.

Countless flesh and blood bodies have been exposed to the extremely dangerous edge.

The cavalrymen in Beiyuan praised the name of Changshengtian, waved the weapons in their hands, and tenaciously resisted the terrifying green light flying in front of them.

Swish-

Green light passed by, and blood began from the front of the cavalry team, splashing constantly and splashing, and quickly extended backwards.

One war horse was broken with one neck.

A cavalryman had a separate waist and hips.

The heads of large war horses and the upper body of the Kitahara people flew up, rolling in the air one after another, and then falling to the ground one after another.

The rolling black torrent changed color instantly, and the shocking bright red spread rapidly...

Song Yun kept urging his sword energy with one hand, and raised his head and let out a clear and long roar.

"Today, kill Ewan cavalry with one sword!"
Chapter completed!