Quin slashed with his sword, and a knight on the opposite side quickly attacked him. With this blow, his entire right arm, including the hand and the knife, were separated from his body. Blood surged out like a fountain. From the galloping horse, the man with the broken arm was
The wound spurted out, like an oil well that had just erupted, splashing across Quin's face. His eyes were blinded and he could not see anything. He only felt something hit his chest hard.
He could hear the sound of leather armor tearing, he could also hear the crisp sound of his sternum being fractured, and he could even feel the cold blade embedded in his bones.
Quin felt his butt leave the saddle and fly into the air. For a moment, his soul seemed to be separated from his body. His eyes covered with blood suddenly opened. This time he could see clearly.
A bloody severed hand, holding a scimitar, was lying across his chest. The sleeves on the severed arm looked a bit familiar. Yes, it was the unknown person who passed me by the wrong horse just now.
The Tuoba Knight, who had chopped off half of his arm, still held the knife tightly and chopped it on his chest. If he hadn't cut off his arm with a knife first and relieved himself of his strength, then I'm afraid this knife would not be an armor-piercing sword.
Bones, but directly disemboweled himself.
Quin's thoughts were still going on, but there was a sharp pain on his buttocks, and the world was spinning. He realized that he must have fallen to the ground like this. He wanted to cry out, but the bone-breaking pain made him unable to
Bear it, maybe it would feel better if you yelled out, but when he opened his mouth, he just spit out a mouthful of blood, and the peach blossom smile finally stopped in front of his eyes. He wanted to say: "My wife, I miss you so much,
But, but I can never go back. From now on, if you have to live a good life alone, Brother Canglang will, oh, it’s all my fault. I didn’t listen to Brother Canglang, and was greedy for credit and rushed forward, so that’s why..."
As he thought about it, tears were about to remain in the corners of his eyes, but in the blur of blood and flesh, a vague smell of excitement entered his nose. He opened his eyes as wide as possible, but he saw something
A huge riding crop was dangling in front of him. The smell made him so sick that he was in a dying state. He immediately woke up. If he could move his hands and feet even half a minute at this time, he would take this damn riding whip.
, get it away from your eyes.
With a "sizzling" sound, the horse peeed out a hot urine, all over the pavement, and poured it all over Quin's face. The hot and smelly horse urine made his face covered with blood.
It was all washed away and his consciousness became clear. He opened his mouth with difficulty and wanted to curse, but his tongue was knotted and he couldn't make a sound. All he saw was a beard full of pockmarks.
The face, small eyes, high cheekbones, long hair, and a bright scimitar in his hand appeared in front of him with a ferocious smile on his face: "Boy, kill my brother and pay with your life!"
As he spoke, he raised his scimitar high. Quin closed his eyes and began to imagine what hell would look like.
But the imaginary knife did not fall. Something warm fell on Quin's face, with a strong smell of blood. This was the smell that had been filling Quin's nose for more than half an hour.
, he opened his eyes, but was surprised to find that the man in front of him was still holding the scimitar high, but a bloody blade was revealed on his chest, and blood droplets were flowing along it.
Blood pools flowed down like strings, dripping onto his face.
Quin opened his mouth in surprise. Even in normal times, he would have lost the ability to speak because he was too surprised. The blade slowly disappeared from the big man's chest, and his body fell to the ground with a crash. A man riding a tall horse, his whole body
A figure in golden helmet and golden armor appeared in front of Kuai En, with arrows on his body like a hedgehog, and even the body of the war horse seemed to be washed with blood. However, his one hand was still easily holding a two-handed sword that was more than five feet long.
It weighs fifty or sixty kilograms. This can be seen from the back of the knife as thick as a door panel. The knight on the horse has murderous eyes in his eyes. When he looks at himself, he shows a warm smile: "Brother Da Zhuang, live well and don't move.
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Excited tears fell from the corners of Kuai En's eyes. At this moment, it was Liu Yu who saved him. He wanted to hug this man, but he couldn't move. He could only blink his eyes to show his agreement.
Liu Yu looked around and put away the dragon-slaying sword in his hand. He had been hit by at least twenty long arrows. If he hadn't been wearing a double layer of fine steel mail, lined with silk, and covered with
Wearing a layer of Liu Xian's golden armor, I'm afraid that even with his copper skin and iron bones, he would have been fatally injured long ago. Those Yuancong warriors of the Tuoba tribe are indeed top masters.
The accuracy and power of archery are not inferior to those of his brothers from the Beifu Army. Although after this battle, he personally killed no less than forty enemy cavalry, but now the battlefield is littered with corpses, but
Of the people from Liu Xian's Dugu tribe who were still standing, he was the only one left.
Liang Liujuan's head was stuck high on a horse tree. His white hair was fluttering in the wind, but there was a smile of satisfaction hanging on the corner of his mouth. That was because he saw Liu Xianghuan with his own eyes before he died.
Wearing an ordinary suit of armor, he quietly escaped from one side of the battlefield under the protection of three or five personal guards. However, a general wearing a golden armor and wearing a face mask was surrounded by thousands of Tuoba soldiers.
In the encirclement and suppression of the Tuoba knights, they rushed left and right. Wherever they passed, almost no one could bear his thunderous blow. The battlefield was full of calls for Liu Xian to leave, and almost all the Tuoba knights
, all gathered around the golden-armored "Liu Xian". Perhaps, this was the result Liang Liujuan wanted.
On the ground on the other side, Abogan was covered in blood and tied up like a dumpling with a few beef tendons. Wang Jian and Tuoba Yi were riding on their horses, right next to him. Several of the knights who tied him were cursing.
Said: "This thief has killed many of us, why not kill him with one knife to avenge our brothers?"
Uncle Sun Jian smiled slightly: "This Abogan is also a famous warrior. It would be a pity to kill him like this. Let the Young Wolf Lord decide his life or death."
Wang Jian's eyes fell on the lonely man standing in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by more than 300 Tuoba knights, but it was Liu Yu who looked calm. He looked suspicious: "When did Liu Xian become so powerful?"