With Yuan Ping's order, the 'Dragon Hunting' sergeant charged towards Qianhua with a spear in his hand, and Araku also rushed to the front with a one-handed sword at the same time. Qianhua looked at the oncoming army, completely unafraid, and rushed into the army alone. "Kill" Qianhua kicked over a soldier in front of him with a volley, snatched the spear in his hand, and the spear swept away, and immediately swept the three soldiers around him to the horse. "Take your life" Huang volleyed a blow, the spear in Qianhua's hand was split in half, Qianhua hurriedly retreated, and half a spear in one hand to resist the surrounding enemies.

At this time, Yuan Ping rushed over, the spear in his hand flew, and attacked Qianhua, and Huang also followed suit. While resisting the attack of the two, Qianhua also harvested the lives of the soldiers around him, and within a few minutes of fighting, dozens of people died under the horse.

The onlookers from a distance watched Qianhua fight alone in the crowd, admiring and at the same time shocked by the soldiers and horses of the Great Zhou. This is to step on the great perfection of the day after tomorrow, and the power of one person is still too thin after all.

Gong Yanxiu was also in the crowd, looking at the figure of Qianhua in the field, his head was faintly painful.

In the battlefield, a soldier was pierced through the chest and fell off his horse, and the soldier behind him attacked with another spear, and Qianhua resisted with the spear he snatched in his hand, and quickly killed the other side. Yuan Ping and Huang have been sticking to Qianhua like kraft candy, and Qianhua already has several wounds on her body, dyed her shirt red. "Dang", blocking the absurd's big knife, Qianhua bullied up, and used the spear in his hand to hit the absurd, "killed" Yuan Ping rushed to Qianhua, Qianhua dodged, threw the spear in his hand, and the spear pierced a soldier to castrate, blasting open a small gap, and Qianhua jumped out of the most central encirclement with strength.

"Where to go" did not need Yuan Ping's command, and the soldiers automatically surrounded Qianhua. Qianhua was covered in gold, fighting in the crowd, and soldiers kept falling, and the soldiers behind him were ready to make up for it. "Throw guns," Yuan Ping shouted. I saw the soldiers on the periphery leap up from their horses and shoot their spears in the air at Qianhua.

Qianhua was covered in gold, with the wave of his hands, a dragon was flying around his body, and the spear seemed to be fixed around Qianhua, Qianhua was not a little flustered, and between the waves of his hands, he controlled the spear to shoot around. "Spread out", Yuan Ping yelled. Unfortunately, it was too late, and the soldier fell like broken grass.

A circle was vacant around Qianhua, and the golden qi on his body became thicker and thicker. "This is~" Yuan Ping's expression changed. "He wants to be promoted, and he can't be allowed to advance. Abara also saw it and yelled. Once Qianhua advances to the innate level, not only will they have to die, but the entire Great Zhou will be in big trouble. You know, it's already invisible.

The "killing" soldiers followed Yuan Ping and began to attack again, preventing Qianhua from advancing to the ranks. Ara also used all his strength to block Chibir. "Bump~Bump~" The people around Qianhua turned on their backs, Qianhua had a spear in his hand, and everyone who came close to him was killed, and Yuan Ping and Huang didn't dare to fight him.

"Poof" Huang was kicked into the distance by Qianhua, spitting blood, Yuan Ping's spear attacked Qianhua, preventing him from killing Huang. "Then you die". Qianhua smashed Yuan Ping's spear in a circle and kicked Yuan Ping's head. Yuan Ping spat blood from his mouth as he flew out, fell to the ground and convulsed a few times before he stopped.

When the "vanguard" soldiers saw that Yuan Ping was killed, they did not flinch, but attacked more fiercely than before. People are falling down and burying in the land.

When Gong Yanxiu flew with the dragon shape beside Qianhua, he felt the qi in his body constantly rolling, and his head swelled, as if something was about to come out.

Because Qianhua was in the promotion innate, his perception was particularly sensitive, and he could feel the familiar qi around him, which he only felt in the imperial lord, and he looked at the crowd while fighting. When he saw Gong Yanxiu, he was shocked, "That young man, no wonder he looks so similar, is it ~~"

In order to affirm the thoughts in his heart, Qianhua slowly killed towards the crowd, and at this moment, his golden qi suddenly weakened, Qianhua was shocked, did he really fail?

With a "poof", a spear pierced his body, followed by another. Qian Hua shouted unwillingly, and the golden qi surging all over his body, and the soldiers around him were hit under the horse by his last burst. The "kill" was followed by spears piercing into his body, lifting him up, and blood sprayed on the soldiers' bodies and the feet of the horses.

Qianhua, whose face was covered with blood, glanced at Gong Yanxiu while being thrown into the distance by the soldiers, with surprise, relief, reluctance, and helplessness.

At the end of the battle, Yuan Ping, the pioneer of "Dragon Hunting", was killed, and the "Dragon Hunter" lost half of the soldiers, and the rest of the men and horses wrapped Yuan Ping's body and the corpses of his comrades in cloth and put them on the war horses and left. The battered and incapacitated wasted with the soldiers.

Broken spears, blood, and the corpse of Qianhua's blood mixed with dirt remained. No one dared to go to Qianhua's corpse, because his identity was too sensitive, and in addition to the tragic situation of 'dragon hunting' just now, no one wanted to have anything to do with Qianhua.

Gong Yanxiu looked at Qianhua's corpse on the battlefield, and somehow, his footsteps walked uncontrollably towards Qianhua. "Who is this little guy, I'm really not afraid of things or stupid~" "Alas, whatever, you can still go up and pull him, aren't you looking for trouble for yourself?"

Gong Yanxiu stopped next to Qianhua's corpse, squatted down, and looked at the inexplicable emotion in Qianhua's unclosed eyes, and for some reason, his eyes couldn't control the tears. Gong Yanxiu didn't understand where this emotion came from, and he didn't want to know. He wiped the bloody mud of Qianhua's face with his cuffs and brushed his eyes up.