The dragon scale iron rider is only death!"

When he was only a hundred steps away from Nanmang's North Camp, Tang Ming raised the steel knife in his hand and burst into applause.

The eight hundred iron horsemen behind him raised their iron spears at the same time, and the sound of horses' hooves was deafening like thunder rolling through the sky.

Tang Ming took the lead, and a black cloth suddenly appeared in his hand, and the raised black cloth was suddenly wrapped around the eyes of the war horse.

The eight hundred iron horsemen behind him moved in the same way, and the black cloth passed through the loess like a dark cloud, and a depressing aura filled the entire battlefield.

The war horses rushed forward, and the soldiers of the southern and northern battalions were also ready for battle.

The scale of 800 people, except for the initial surprise of the Nanmang and Beiying, they didn't care much about the reaction.

After all, this northern camp stretches for dozens of miles, and the number of soldiers reaches 180,000.

These eight hundred people were among them, and they couldn't even splash a little water, and at the moment when Tang Ming raised his sword, countless crossbows opened their bowstrings and aimed at them.

But I didn't want to, after the black cloth, another wave of black clouds pressed up, and the sound of breaking the sky ran through the universe.

Two thousand horsemen followed, everyone abandoned the iron spear waist knife, and held a strong crossbow in their hands, and the people borrowed the horse's momentum, and the crossbow arrows splashed like rain.

Before Tang Ming could rush into the enemy formation, hundreds of troops from the southern and northern battalions had already died tragically under the crossbow arrows of the rear army.

Under the leadership of Tang Ming, eight hundred people smashed into the formation, like a dragon entering the sea, and broke through the defense of the front of the North Camp.

Tang Ming was in front, Xiao Ran was on the left, Zhang Chongshan was on the right, and Lao Li was behind him.

Like a sharp arrow, several people not only tore apart the enemy camp, but also penetrated deep into it.

The steel knife mountain in his hand emitted a cold light, and after Tang Ming entered the formation, he did not raise his spear like other martial soldiers.

He didn't dare to hold the iron spear, as for the reason, even Tang Ming himself couldn't say.

At the beginning, when he went out of the mountains to fight, if it wasn't for the fact that the disciple of the One Qi Sword Sect almost killed the dumb bag on the spot, Tang Ming would not have held the spear in a hurry.

After plunging into the north camp, Tang Ming's heart shook violently.

The familiar attraction became stronger than ever, Tang Ming's eyes gradually turned blood-red, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.

One horse rushed forward, and the last eight hundred people followed.

But Tang Ming didn't want to stop at the moment, but desperately headed towards the Chinese army in the southern and northern camps.

At this moment, Tang Ming had actually forgotten his identity, but he was attracted by that breath, and gradually brought the eight hundred people into the quagmire.

"Kill! must be bordered by eight hundred dragon scale iron horses!"

Liu Zhenyu looked at Tang Ming, who had been rushing forward, although he was a little confused, but he understood that even if they all died here, that young man could not be damaged in the slightest.

The two thousand horsemen put away the crossbow in their hands, according to what Tang Ming said before, they should still have a round of arrow rain.

But now Liu Zhenyu can't take care of so much, as long as he can protect Tang Ming's thoughtfulness, and wait until the Chinese army in the northern foot is killed, even if he dies, it will be worth it!

Two thousand horsemen rushed to kill, and the Nanmang soldiers outside the northern camp seemed to have expected this a long time ago.

After the formation dispersed, the two thousand people were let in, and then they were surrounded layer by layer.

180,000 people, and it couldn't be easier to surround 2,800 people.

Even though he was a little caught off guard at the beginning, the generals of Nanmang who reacted still did not take the more than 2,000 people in their eyes.

"Hehe, Sima Rulong, that idiot, was actually taken off his head by such a person, it's a shame for us people from the Nanmang Dynasty!"

Outside the big tent of the Chinese army in the northern camp, a burly military general looked at the more than 2,000 people who were besieged, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

When he heard the news of Sima Rulong's death, he was also taken aback, after all, the reputation of the Feixiong Army in Nanmang was too loud.

And being able to easily take off Sima Rulong's head is also a powerful character.

But when I saw it today, the white-haired young man was just a reckless man.

He really couldn't understand, with such a skill, how to live the gourd mouth, and how to live the swallow ridge?

"Head, it's not good, I can't stand it!"

Zhang Chongshan cut down the soldiers beside him with a knife, then approached Tang Ming, and after single-handedly picking up a spear, he said urgently.

According to Tang Ming's original idea, after they attacked the thousand troops, they would stop, and then the two thousand horsemen rushed out again.

But as soon as Tang Ming entered the battle, he seemed to be crazy, and rushed towards the big tent of the Chinese army one by one.

Tang Ming ignored Zhang Chongshan's words, and his red eyes stared at Zhong Wu, the commander of the Nanmang North Battalion, who was standing in the middle of the Chinese army in the distance.

Poof......

Finally, when Tang Ming rushed to less than a hundred steps away from the big tent, the war horse under the seat was pierced through the head by a flying short spear.

Tang Ming rolled off his horse, the steel knife in his hand rolled up in the wind, within a radius of ten steps, but all the soldiers who came up were all in different places.

"Oh, it seems that this young man is really not simple!"

By Zhong Wu's side, the two middle-aged men with immortal wind bones looked at the sword qi that shot out from Tang Ming's body, and squinted slightly.

"If the sword is thunderous, but there is no trace of aura around the body, this kind of talent, if you enter the Xuanmen, then you can pay it back?"

One of them stared at Tang Ming tightly, and with a movement of his fingers, a spiritual light burst out from the sword box behind him.

The man flexed his finger slightly, and gently pointed at Tang Ming in the crowd, clasping it with one hand.

A flash of essence flashed in the sword box, and a majestic sword aura swept towards Tang Ming.

If you don't enter the Xuanmen, you're just an ordinary martial artist after all.

Therefore, no matter how powerful Tang Ming's sword strength was in their eyes, it was just like a child's plaything, vulnerable.

The single knife flickered, and the soldiers around him were once again forced to retreat.

But at this time, there was a fierce aura from behind, and Tang Ming was no longer conscious at the moment, but instinctively turned around and slashed down.

The steel knife in his hand instantly shattered into slag, and that sword qi also dissipated into nothingness.

His hands flew over, and a blazing flame suddenly appeared in his palm, Tang Ming stepped out, and his fists poked out frantically.

Thundered.

Within a radius of one zhang around his body, he was instantly extinguished by the blazing flames.

At the same time, Tang Ming's face also turned pale in an instant, and his body shook slightly.

In mid-air, a long knife flew and landed in front of Tang Ming with precision.

The long and narrow blade exuded a cold aura, Tang Ming didn't think about it, held the dragon scale knife with one hand, and stepped forward again.

"Lao Li!!"

And at the moment when Tang Ming held the dragon scale knife, Zhang Chongshan behind him let out a terrible roar.

It turned out that Lao Li, who had been observing the situation on Tang Ming's side, threw out his waist knife the moment he saw the hundred steel knife in Tang Ming's hand shattered.

In the battle array, Lao Li, who had lost his long knife, was instantly pierced through his body by seven or eight iron spears, and blood gushed out of his body.

Bright red hands grabbed the two iron spears on his chest, and Lao Li smiled miserably at Zhang Chongshan.

Zhang Chongshan, who was red-eyed, made a single move, slashed the two Nanmang warriors in front of him, and then walked in front of Lao Li in one step.

At this moment, Lao Li was holding two iron spears that pierced his body with both hands, and he no longer had the slightest breath.

"Kill!"

Zhang Chongshan turned around and split the warrior in front of him with a knife.

He has been in the army for many years, and he has long looked down on life and death on the battlefield.

But Lao Li's departure completely stimulated him, and there were 800 robes in the Tanma camp, and to this day, how many people are left?

Here Zhang Chongshan was bent on death, but over there Tang Ming still swept towards the big tent of the Chinese army regardless of it.

"Can you break my Zhou Tiangang's anger? It's kind of interesting!"

The sect elder who had made the previous move sneered, then stretched out his hand, and the boy behind his back handed over the sword box.

"I'd like to see if you can break my sword!"

With a sneer, the elder of the One Qi Sword Sect sat cross-legged, put the sword box in front of his knees, and slowly opened it.

A delicate little sword appeared in front of everyone, even the senior brother beside him, after seeing this group of eighteen spirit swords, his eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of envy.

With a flick of his fingers, the spirit swords swept up one after another, staying in front of the man's eyes.

With the gesture of the sect elder, three small swords suspended in the air sprang out like spirit snakes, and the whistling sound made the surrounding generals all amazed.

In the end, it is the means of immortals, which looks like an understatement, but it is full of murderous intent.

Tang Mingdao turned around, and after the sharp dragon scale knife broke through the armor of the martial artist in front of him, he suddenly stopped.

Looking at the plundering little sword, a slight wave rose in his heart, and then the almost infinite sword intent in his mind began to flow.

He took a step abruptly, placed the knife on his left side with one hand, held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and raised his head slightly.

"One sword, break the mind!"

When the three long knives came to his eyes, Tang Ming suddenly made a gesture of drawing the knife.

The dragon scale knife was no longer unsheathed inch by inch, but slashed through a dazzling white light, and the entire noisy and boiling battlefield became silent under this white light.

The three flying swords were still not far from Tang Ming's forehead, but unfortunately there was no trace of agility on the sword body.

And the sect elder who was less than twenty steps away seemed to be frozen in place at the moment, stretching out his hand and bending his fingers, but there was no hope of kowtowing.

"Senior Brother Wu?"

The elder of the One Qi Sword Sect beside him stretched out his hand and came to the senior brother with a slight trembling.

At the moment when Bai Mang flashed, he was shocked to find that he couldn't feel the slightest breath of his senior brother.

When his hand fell under the elder's snort, the senior brother, who was originally indifferent, shook violently, and his entire head rolled down his neck.

"Ahh

The people around him, including Hong Wu and those generals, involuntarily took two steps back.

In the blink of an eye, an elder of the early stage of Dao Xuan died in front of them like this, it was incredible.

"Senior brother, senior brother!!"

Liu Jianxiong was 'grief-stricken' and put away his senior brother's sword box, and then looked angrily at Tang Ming, who was already crumbling in the distance.

"If I don't kill you, how can I appease the hatred in my heart!"

Liu Jianxiong first carefully put away the sword box, and then sacrificed the spirit sword, staring at Tang Ming with a murderous expression.

At this moment, Tang Ming was delirious, this knife, including the short-lived Divine Phoenix Flame before, was inadvertently stimulated.

And the consequence of this is that the spirit of the body is greatly overdrawn.

So at this moment, Tang Ming, if it weren't for the attraction of that breath, I'm afraid he would have collapsed to the ground.

And now, in the face of Liu Jianxiong's violent sword qi, he definitely didn't have the slightest power to resist.

The long sword broke through the air, and the fierce sword qi attacked and killed Tang Ming.

Not to mention that there was only twenty steps between them, even if it was two hundred steps, according to Tang Ming's current aura, they couldn't dodge.

Xiao Ran, who saw this scene from a distance, was stunned, but he was surrounded by two sect disciples of the Innate Realm, and he couldn't get out of it at all.

The sword flashed and passed, Tang Ming, his life hung by a thread