Lao Zhou lifted a caravan abandoned caravan high and slammed it to the ground, the wooden caravan was shattered in an instant, he picked up a thick and long car, jumped on the horse's back, and waved the horsewhip, "Drive!"

Seeing that someone intercepted, the Hun cavalry excitedly raised the scimitar in his hand, and screamed in his mouth, the two sides approached at double speed, Lao Zhou waved a wooden stick, "Damn, come on!"

Lao Zhou skillfully dodged the bow and arrow shot by the archer, and hit the Hun team, and at the same time Lao Zhou waved the axle in his hand and swept towards the nearest Hun cavalry, the Hun cavalry was hit by the door, and smashed into the body of another Hun cavalryman from the horse, and the two fell off the horse at the same time, double kill!

The axle may not have thought that he could have today's sublimation, he was under the control of Lao Zhou, sometimes hit the Huns in the face, sometimes barrel to the Huns' soft underbelly, not long, nearly ten Huns fell off their horses and hung the lottery.

Lao Zhou was very experienced, not only to keep fighting with the Hun cavalry to avoid the archers' sneak attacks, but also to deliberately attack the archers, as much as possible to reduce the threat of dark arrows to himself, and the most important thing was to keep a distance from the two Grim Reaper-level figures as much as possible. His purpose was just to waste time.

At this time, the two black-robed attendants also saw Lao Zhou's mind clearly, and they didn't want to fight with Lao Zhou, so they looked at each other, and then the two of them each led a team, and the soldiers were divided into two ways!

Of course, Lao Zhou couldn't let them succeed, gritted his teeth, "Hugh go!" and at the same time, he threw the car in his hand towards another black-robed attendant.

The black-robed attendant felt the evil wind around him, and when he looked at it again, he threw a big wooden stick towards him, and bang! There was a muffled sound in the air, and then there was a miserable horse roar, and the black-robed attendant fell on his back and turned over, and brought down several cavalrymen with him.

The smashed horse was desperately struggling to stand up, the black-robed attendant got up and walked quickly to the side of the war horse, thinking that he was ready to pick up the war horse and continue to pursue the caravan, but he pulled out the mandarin duck from behind him and swung it towards the neck of the war horse.

The war horse stopped struggling, blood gushed out down its neck, and the black-robed attendant looked at the war horse with disgust.

This scene was so shocking, this person had completely lost his humanity, he was actually angry with his war horse, he looked up at Lao Zhou, and then pulled out another mandarin duck from his back.

Another black-robed attendant also jumped off his horse, copied out two long hooks, and pulled out the stance.

Lao Zhou lost his weapon, and more Hun cavalry rushed up, Lao Zhou dodged a blow, and then flew and jumped to the nearest Hun cavalryman.

Lao Zhou snatched the scimitar in the hands of the Huns, and then pushed hard, "You give me down." ”

But no normal person would be stupid enough to fight with the two, and after slashing a few archers, he pulled the reins of his horse, brandished his whip, and rushed out of the encirclement.

He just had to stir things up from here and keep them from moving forward.

Suddenly, a black edge appeared on the border of the grassland, Lao Zhou squinted his eyes, and then he was shocked, only to see tens of thousands of Hun soldiers slowly advancing, and the Hun army was coming! Lao Zhou secretly said that it was not good, and he had fallen into the plan! If the Han army was rushing to the aid now, then it would be surrounded by the Huns! Moreover, most of the Han troops were infantry, and the first to arrive must be the cavalry, and there would be a brief disconnect between the two armies, and the Han army would definitely suffer in the face of the Huns who were good at riding and shooting!

Thinking of this, Lao Zhou Qiang pulled the reins of his horse and galloped in the direction of Mayi, he had to stop the Han army from continuing to march.

At the same time, there were more and more Hun cavalry who came to help, and the roles of the two sides changed subtly.

Lao Zhou cursed: "Trouble!"

Then he turned over and hid in the side of his horse, dodged an arrow from the archer, and rushed towards the archer, who jumped on the back of his horse, snatched the bow and arrow, drew the bow, and with a swish, the arrow went off the string.

A Hun soldier was shot in the chest and fell off his horse.

Lao Zhou opened the bow continuously, and the arrows were not missing, and Lao Zhou was ready to forcibly break through, but when he touched the quiver again, his brows furrowed, and there was only one bow and arrow left.

At this time, he saw the black-robed attendant standing on the ground not far away to supervise the battle, Lao Zhou did not hesitate, captured the thief and captured the king first, he drew the arrow and wound it, and opened the bow to the full.

Bang, the arrow is off the string.

On the other side, the black-robed attendant looked this way, and a bow and arrow was approaching his right eye at a very fast speed, and the arrow in his pupil was getting bigger and closer.

With a snap, the bow and arrow stopped a few centimeters away from the black-robed squire's right eye.

Lao Zhou, who was riding on the horse, opened his mouth wide, and said in a lost voice: "What kind of reaction is this!"

The black-robed squire actually grabbed the arrow with his bare hands.

Before Lao Zhou woke up from the shock, the black-robed attendant shook his hand and threw the bow and arrow back, Lao Zhou was shocked and dodged in embarrassment, but the arrow was too fast, and the arrow was still inserted in Lao Zhou's arm.

Lao Zhou was in pain, waved the reins of his horse, "Ride!" and escaped in the opposite direction, since he couldn't break through directly, he decided to go around.

But as soon as the horse got up, he saw a flash of metal light flying over, Lao Zhou glanced at it with his residual light, and then forcibly pulled the reins of the horse, the war horse roared, jumped up with his front feet, and the bright light rubbed along the matti, and a mandarin duck was deeply inserted into the stone not far away.

Lao Zhou was afraid in his heart, and if he reacted slowly, he would stumble.

Before the horse's hooves fell, another bright light flew by, and the old man turned his head, only to see a high-speed rotating mandarin duck in his pupils attacking the door in front of him.

Sting!

Lao Zhou fell off the horse, his cheek was cut with a big cut, and the blood instantly stained his collar red.

Before Lao Zhou got up, a long hook stabbed at his neck, he subconsciously rolled over, dodged the blow in embarrassment, picked up the scimitar that fell on the ground, and the carp flew up and slashed at the attendant.

Ding, a crisp sound in the air, the double hooks under the impact of the scimitar, waving dazzling sparks.

Lao Zhou was ruthless, and the move was towards the door, but the other party could always resolve it just right, as soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was any, and Lao Zhou knew that this person was a master.

Another black-clothed attendant, holding a double squire, joined the battle, and Lao Zhou, who was already at a disadvantage, became 1V2 at this time.

Lao Zhou swung a knife and stabbed directly at the face door of the Shuangyue attendant, and the Shuangyue attendant dodged sideways, and locked Lao Zhou's scimitar with Shuangyue. The other slashed at Lao Zhou's knife-wielding hand with a hook. Lao Zhou had already expected it, and made a prediction in advance, and when the long hook swung over, his hand had already left the hilt.

Dodging this blow, Lao Zhou took advantage of the situation to raise his other hand, grabbed the handle of the knife, and made a strong Yining, bang, the mandarin duck Yue was bounced away, and while pulling out the knife, he waved it to the heart of the attendant holding the double Yue.

The attendant was startled and jumped backwards at a speed that was difficult for humans to achieve, although he did not hurt the flesh, but the black robe still tore a big hole in the human body. This is not over, Lao Zhou gave the hook-wielding attendant another look, and the hook-wielding attendant put the hook across the door to block the blow.

The two of them withdrew from the battle circle, and although they couldn't see their faces, they could feel that they were surprised. They reopened their stance, their hands shaking, and the weapons in their hands flipped out a dazzling red light at the same time.

Although Lao Zhou didn't know what the principle was, he knew that this thing should be very powerful, so he would raise the spirit of twelve, and the attendant with Yue would attack first, and the flying body attacked, Lao Zhou parried with a horizontal knife, squeaked, and tore and pulled.

Lao Zhou's pupils were dilated, and he saw that the mandarin duck was cut on his blade like cutting paper, and his scimitar was cut off very easily, and the sharp blade did not stop moving forward until Lao Zhou's chest was cut through a big hole that could reach the bone.

At the same time, a long hook struck Lao Zhou's neck, Lao Zhou didn't care about the pain, his legs were exerted at the same time, and he bounced backwards, but a big hole was still cut on his neck, and the blood kept flowing down.

With just one move, Lao Zhou became a bloody man.

The other party didn't give Lao Zhou time to breathe at all, they didn't pay attention to any sense of ritual, and at this moment they only thought of one word, killing.

Seeing this, Lao Zhou knew that he was not an opponent, so he decided that the thirty-six strategies were the best policy!

But as soon as he turned around, the attendant with the squill was already standing in front of him, how did he get here?

Whoosh, Lao Zhou's chest instantly had a few more big cuts, Lao Zhou was in pain, biting the fairy beans, and for a while he was full of blood again.

But at the same time, his leg was tripped by the long hook that came from behind him, and then the huge pull dragged him down on his back, although Lao Zhou struggled hard, but to no avail, he couldn't get rid of it.

Lao Zhou let out a scream, and another long hook pierced deep into his lower abdomen.

Lao Zhou grabbed the long hook that pierced his body and wanted to pull it out, but when he touched the reddened long hook, Lao Zhou screamed again, and then he looked at his almost blackened hands tremblingly.

Lao Zhou trembled and took out his pocket, but the other party had already seen his purpose and swung a hook at Lao Zhou's palm.

There was another scream in the sky, and then I saw that Lao Zhou's hand was nailed to the ground by a long hook, and blood flowed down his palm into the ground.

Another attendant waved his double axe and slashed deeply across Lao Zhou's chest, Lao Zhou's face stiffened, and he suddenly lost his combat effectiveness and lay down on his back.

Suddenly, Lao Zhou only felt a pain in his chest, and then saw that a long hook had been inserted into his chest, hooking his ribs, and the severe pain was accompanied by a huge pull Lao Zhou was pulled to stand up.

At this time, Lao Zhou couldn't scream, he raised his hands weakly, scratching back and forth in the air, he was holding the masks of two people, to see what kind of devil was under the mask.

The attendant jumped in front of Lao Zhou, and the double Yue stabbed wildly on Lao Zhou's body, and he didn't want the prey to die as soon as possible, he was enjoying it, enjoying the pleasure of a slow death.

Finally, Lao Zhou's body was no longer any flesh that could be scratched, and it was time to end, he used all his strength to slash at Lao Zhou's neck, he wanted to cut off Lao Zhou's head, hang it above the Han Dynasty city, and swear sovereignty to the emperor of the Han Dynasty.

Lao Zhou did not make any resistance, his eyes were blank, looking at the sky and waiting quietly for death.

Suddenly, images flashed through his mind, scenes he had never experienced before, but they were familiar.

He saw himself slashing the enemy in the midst of the army with a halberd in hand. He saw himself throw a torch into the tall and majestic building, which was instantly surrounded by a sea of fire. He saw a beautiful woman smiling at him by the river, and then holding a knife blade and cutting her neck to kill herself. In the end, he saw Lao Liu wearing battle armor, waving a knife at himself, and then countless Han soldiers slashed wildly on his body, why did Lao Zhou kill me!

The blade was getting closer and closer, and Lao Zhou exerted his last bit of strength and shouted his deathbed speech, "Although I die today, I am still the overlord of Western Chu!"

Ding, there was a crisp sound in the air, and I was seeing that the mandarin duck that was swinging towards Lao Zhou's neck was being stuck on the ground with a black-bladed Tang knife.