Under the darkness shrouded in the space, the remaining four hundred cavalry no longer had the boldness and heroic demeanor they had when they first appeared on the scene. The fear that grew in their hearts spread throughout their bodies, stimulating their pupils to flash with the most extreme horror in their lives.
The hand holding the iron gun was trembling uncontrollably.
Yan Ting's body was completely covered by a mass of black energy at this moment, and his skin turned dark red. With the dual blessing of demonic energy and blood energy, his strength reached its limit. Violence, anger, resentment, killing...these negative effects
Emotions gradually swallowed up Yan Ting's consciousness, and a flash of scarlet blood suddenly appeared in his dark pupils.
"Why don't you kill him quickly? What are you thinking about?" The commander roared with a trembling voice. Yan Ting's strength and momentum surged instantly. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was not serious just now. Now he knew that they were leaving, so
He released all his power without reservation.
He is determined to keep them all here!
"Kill!" The commander held the sword upside down and raised his hand to throw the sword. With the arm strength of a ninth-level Tianyuan, the sword was enough to penetrate a half-foot-thick steel plate.
Yan Ting gently waved his hand and flicked away the shocking impact of the sword. The trajectory of the sword was instantly distorted, and the impact force was not reduced. It flew dozens of feet, and the entire blade was inserted into a stone building.
"Don't encircle him. Five cavalry in a row. Charge in four directions. Move up a row every five feet. Don't look back no matter whether the attack is successful or not. Once you enter the street, turn around and charge again. I'll consume him alive."
No matter how panicked the soldiers are, as long as there is an order, they can make a unanimous choice in the shortest time.
Immediately, the knights who were preparing to encircle again rearranged their formations and dispersed to form four charging lines.
Suddenly, a pitch-black aurora shot through the sky, opening a large hole in the center of a charge line. More than 20 riders and horses flew across and died on the spot. Yan Ting spread his arms, and purple thunder light emerged from his palms, shining brightly in the dark night.
He touched the ground with his hand, and in an instant, a thunder field quickly spread out on the ground, spreading over ten feet in radius. More than ten riders were directly shocked by the thunder, and turned into a ball of charred corpses.
In two blows, nearly forty riders were killed.
"Did I let you move?" Yan Ting's cold and ruthless voice came. He held the demonic energy in one hand and the thunder in the other, and walked slowly towards the cavalry.
The death of forty cavalry did not slow down the rest of the cavalry. The charge line had been formed. The first wave of cavalry, totaling twenty cavalry, rushed out together. Under siege on four lines, Yan Ting had no place to hide.
Yan Ting blasted out his fist, and the terrifying demonic power surged like a flood, swallowing up the five cavalrymen in a charging line. The five cavalrymen and their horses tumbled in the air, and hit the other five cavalrymen five feet behind.
Magic light and lightning flashed continuously in this area, and groups of cavalry fell down, being bombarded, smashed to death, bumped to death, and stabbed to death by iron spears and swords...
The thrilling cavalry charge turned out to be a big joke. Yan Ting was like a demon, killing every wave of cavalry that came up. As long as he caught the chance, there would always be two or three knights dragged off their horses by him, and then
Use the most direct and violent way to punch him to death.
Yan Ting's normal combat power is that of the ninth-level peak Tianyuan, which is even more powerful than most ninth-level peak Tianyuan. At this time, the violent state, the double blessing of demonic energy and blood energy, and the ultimate defense of the earth black armor, there is no one present who can
An attack that threatened him.
Swinging his arm and smashing three iron spears, Yan Ting grabbed the spear heads and stabbed them into the chests of three knights. He flew up and kicked one knight into the air, then punched him hard on the spine.
Click!
The sound of the broken spine was extremely deafening. Yan Ting had no expression on his face. He fell one step ahead of him. Seeing the broken body falling, he narrowed his eyes slightly and kicked his head from the ground, hitting the knight's head.
Up. This kick was extremely powerful. Although the knight's head was not broken on the spot, his whole body spun and rolled dozens of times with the heavy blow. Finally, he fell into a house far away, and he was so dead that he could no longer die.
After several rounds of charges, the four hundred cavalry lost more than one hundred and fifty cavalry, but Yan Ting was still fighting with great fighting spirit, frantically slaughtering the cavalry who dared to charge towards him.
The commander clenched his fists tightly, his nails penetrated into his skin, and he was not aware of the pain. These were his cavalry, brothers who had fought with him for many years. They were slaughtered by Yan Ting like dogs. His heart seemed to be beating hard.
Blood.
Five hundred cavalry
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, so far less than half is left.
This empty place should have been a perfect place for five hundred cavalry to gallop, and it should also be the burial place of Yan Ting, but it turned out like this.
Yan Ting's body was like a stone statue of a demon god. When the war horse hit him, he was knocked upside down. At first, Yan Ting would be knocked away by the huge impact. But now, he only took a few steps back and the war horse hit him.
Before it fell, he punched the horse on the head, killing it. The knight who fell to the ground would be trampled to death by Yan Ting.
With Yan Ting's power that transcends the Tianyuan realm, it would be easier to kill these Earth Yuan and Tianyuan realm knights with one strike than chopping melons and vegetables.
It is no exaggeration to say that Yan Ting's current power, except that he cannot release his soul, is comparable to that of a Yuan Luo.
Yan Ting was covered in blood. Although there was black energy blocking it, the blood was still splattered all over his body, head, hair, and face. The vision he saw with his eyes was all blood red. The horses, iron spears, and swords under the red,
Yuan Qi kept hitting and blasting at him, but he relied on the defense of the Earth Mysterious Armor to block them all, and then used his strongest attack to kill the opponent.
There was only one thought left in his consciousness.
kill!
Flesh and blood splattered, and the area of fifty feet became a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Hundreds of corpses of men and horses lay on the ground in random directions. Blood flowed into rivers, and it was almost impossible to see even an inch of clean ground. The stench of blood filled the air, and the bodies were broken and broken.
It's terrifying, this small space is like a purgatory.
Yan Ting slaughtered numbly, his consciousness gradually disappearing. It was not because of serious injuries and fatigue. Although he was hit a thousand times, it was not enough to seriously hurt him. He was just wondering why he suddenly had such strong killing intent.
, although these cavalry surrounded the Yan tribe for a month, they never killed a single person of the Yan tribe.
There should be no deep hatred between myself and them.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Yan Ting's eyes were blurred, and his pupils trembled violently. It was only now that he came back to his senses. What happened just now? His consciousness lost its clarity, as if it was driven by a black wave.
It's like being swallowed up by the breath.
He staggered a few steps, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his mind. This once-in-a-lifetime flaw was seen by the commander, and he could no longer bear it. He grabbed the iron gun of the person next to him, rode straight to Yan Ting, and poured out his vitality.
He poured all of it into the iron spear and swung it towards Yan Ting's head.
No matter how strong Yan Ting's defense was, he couldn't completely ignore the hateful blow of the ninth-level Tianyuan. What's more, he was a battle-hardened commander, and his power was not comparable to that of ordinary ninth-level Tianyuan.
Bang!
With an extremely deafening sound, the tip of the iron gun hit Yan Ting's head. The tip of the gun broke instantly due to the huge force. Yan Ting's head suddenly lost all consciousness. The scene in front of him turned into a hazy white color, and then slowly changed into white.
Hei, his body flew dozens of feet like a meteor and smashed into a building.
The commander rode slowly on his horse, threw away the gun in his hand, dismounted with his sword drawn, and walked in the direction of Yan Ting.
After being hit by this blow, he would definitely be dead if he were in the ordinary Tianyuan realm, but after witnessing how Yan Ting slaughtered five hundred cavalry, the commander really didn't dare to treat him as a normal person, even with this heavy
One blow could only slightly injure Yan Ting, but he would still be able to accept it.
He must go and take a look. If he cannot grasp this hard-won opportunity, he will never have another chance.
Yan Ting lay on the ground, motionless, like a sleeping baby. On his head, there was a big hole where the iron gun hit him, and blood continued to flow out bit by bit from there.
The severe pain in his head made his consciousness clearer. He frowned and stroked the wound, looked at his surroundings, blinked, and struggled to stand up. The wound on his head was actually harmless. With his recovery speed,
It would take less than three days to recover. However, he was still a little disappointed, and his lack of concentration at that moment actually allowed the other party to seize the opportunity and injure him with one blow.
Everything the man in black robe taught him seemed to have been forgotten by him.
"You're not dead yet!"
Suddenly there was a loud roar, and Yan Ting's mind suddenly became clear, and then he saw a white light falling from the sky. Yan Ting raised his hand and punched, with a clang, the sword broke into two pieces, and the fist containing majestic vitality fell on his shoulder.
superior.
"drink!
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The commander shouted angrily in a deep voice, and punched down with an angry fist without reservation. Yan Ting frowned slightly, and the huge force was transmitted from his shoulders to the ground. The ground under his feet cracked for several feet. Where Yan Ting stepped on his feet,
It has sunk several feet deep.
The commander looked at Yan Ting. He was covered in blood, and no part of it was the original color. Because the blood was all over his face, and the scars were on the side of his head, covered by his hair, so he was not sure whether Yan Ting had been beaten by him.
hurt.
Yan Ting withstood the blow forcefully, grabbed the commander's arm with his palm, and gradually removed his hand from his shoulder.
"Is that all you can do with your full strength?"
Contemptuous taunts spat out from Yan Ting's mouth, and the commander's pupils shrank suddenly. The strength in his hand had obviously reached its limit, so why was he still pulled down easily by Yan Ting?
He punched Yan Ting's chest with another fist. Apart from the strong air flow and the residual power of the vitality spreading, there was no abnormality.
"You..." The commander's face was twisted and ferocious, and he wanted to punch again, but was caught by Yan Ting.
"You don't deserve to die, but you must die!" Yan Ting said with an expressionless face. This commander is the spiritual support of the five hundred cavalry. Killing him means that these cavalry have no command, and they can then be let go.
Go, after all, this is the country's army. If they are all slaughtered, it will be a bad reputation for the Yan people in the future. The next moment, he twisted his palm and broke the commander's arm.
The crisp sound of cracking bones and the low roar of the commander's clenched teeth were heard at the same time. His body was kicked out by Yan Ting, flying dozens of feet, knocking over several riders, and then fell into the crowd.
The demonic energy on Yan Ting's arm was covered again, and although the murderous aura had dissipated a lot, the murderous intention had not weakened at all.
The commander, who was left with only his last breath, was breathing heavily. Several knights dismounted and helped him up, but they heard his hysterical and desperate cry: "Go, go, go..."
The words are over and the life is over!
Go, such a simple word seems to be easy to do. Several knights looked at each other. They were also the commanders of Tianyuan in the later period, but the general commander was killed, and there was no trace of calmness in their eyes. Brothers who have been fighting for many years,
Are you willing to die in front of yourself one by one and leave now?
Several people glared at Yan Ting at the same time. Half of the five hundred cavalry were wiped out by him alone. It would be an exaggeration to describe this place as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Kill, kill..." A commander stood up, drew his knife and shouted.
"kill--"
"Everyone dismount, throw away their guns and draw their knives, kill——"
More than twenty late-stage Tianyuan commanders all threw their iron spears at Yan Ting, then drew out their sabers from their waists and attacked Yan Ting without hesitation.
Yan Ting smashed away the flying iron gun with one punch, his eyes were shocked, why, why is it still like this?
Even if their spiritual support has collapsed, why do they still have such a strong will to fight? Shouldn't they surrender?
While he was distracted, a sword had been cut down. Yan Ting did not dodge and allowed the sword to strike at his body. A thin slit was cut in his strong body by the sword, but Yan Ting was knocked back by the force of the sword.
step.
In the rear, more than two hundred horsemen all dismounted, pulled out their sabers from their waists, and charged towards Yan Ting.
Yan Ting collapsed and roared, punching a commander on the head, killing him on the spot. Breaking the killing curse, Lei Gang wielded his energy, and more than thirty people were killed here, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and corpses
incomplete.
"Why are you looking for death, ah——"
A flash of blood flashed in Yan Ting's eyes, and the demonic aura on his body became more intense. His consciousness was once again swallowed up by the demonic power, and a vast and endless killing intent enveloped more than two hundred people.
