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Chapter 450: The righteousness is weak in the sky! (7)
With a crisp sound, the little leader's throat was broken, and a muffled sound from his throat, and the person flew backwards from his horse.
On the lips of the flute, Xiao Yao continued to play, his fingers flew like a flute on the sound of the flute. The loud and rapid flute sound overflowed from the flute like a storm wave, spreading one after another to meet the cavalry rushing forward.
The war horses neighed high, the cavalry groaned, the weapons and people flew backwards, were injured by the sound of the flute and died of blood in the air.
The cold wind gradually covered with the smell of blood.
Originally, there were horse corpses and corpses stacked across the silver-white snow hills. Within ten steps around Xiao Yao, only green sound waves overflowed in waves, and no one could get close to him. There were only blood stains on the snow. Looking coldly, it seemed that there were bright red flowers blooming on the snow, which were beautiful and solemn.
Charging again and again, watching the companions fall down again and again, hundreds of cavalry have lost most of them. Looking at the corpses that are about to be stacked into a wall, the remaining cavalry surrounded them from afar, but none of them dared to come forward again. They just held their bows in their hands again and aimed at Xiao Yao with countless cold arrow tips.
On the other side of the frozen river, I felt the sound of the flute in the distance, and staggered out of the wooden house and looked at the other side from afar.
Seeing Xiao Yao, who was piled up like a mountain, sitting proudly on the horse's back, whistling with the flute, and the long wind dancing gently in the wind, Wushuang was instantly lost his mind.
As exquisite as an immortal, as solemn as a demon, that person is so beautiful!
The more urgent the sound of the flute, a sharp and short sound, like a flowing cloud and flowing water, came from the flute, and the blue sound waves became denser, forming a blue sound wave, covering Xiao Yao's horse and people.
The wind does not enter, the cold does not invade!
Her long hair that had originally floated into silence again, and her whole body seemed to be isolated from the world.
The sound of the flute stopped abruptly!
The cyan sound wave slowly faded and turned into a thin piece of fog.
"shoot!"
A cavalry mistakenly thought that the opportunity had come, so he immediately raised the arrow that had been prepared in his hand and shot it out.
As he took the lead, everyone followed him, and arrows shot towards Xiao Yao like locusts.
The slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened, Xiao Yao's eyelashes, which were as long as butterflies, shivered slightly, a cold smile appeared in the shimmering eyes, and the lips as beautiful as cherry petals gently played the last ending sound.
"Buzz!"
Accompanied by the pleasant high notes, the blue light of the fog around her suddenly expanded and the wind suddenly rose. Her clothes that had just calmed down instantly danced violently, and her long hair was carried away by the force, and her braided hair was radiating like a mysterious flame and dancing charmingly.
The arrows that had already shot near Xiao Yao seemed to hit the iron wall and instantly bounced out and flew backward towards the cavalry that were shooting. Not only that, the horse and human corpses on the ground were also shocked by this powerful momentum and were smashed to pieces everywhere.
"ah!"
The cavalry screamed and dodged.
It's too late.
These cavalry were either shot by arrows flying backwards or hit by corpses that were smashed, and some were stabbed by flying sabers. For a moment, the entire snow hill turned into a Shura field, accompanied by the sound of weapons entering the bones, the sound of horses neighing, and the screams of people, the splashing blood, and the remaining limbs that fell from their bodies...
After a brief chaos, everything returned to peace. Xiao Yao's long hair fell back to his shoulders calmly, and the shaking snow slowly fell down, as if a thin layer of white silk was covered by the remains of the corpse on the ground.