Suddenly, the earth trembled violently, a burly knight in an impenetrable armor whose entire body was shrouded, riding a majestic horse that was also covered with heavy iron armor, even the people and horses were like a whole metal fortress that kept oozing blood, and between the thunder of iron hooves, a huge cross spear and a rumbling roar rushed straight from one side, stirring up the blood in the sky, this is like a large city-breaking car crashing up, I believe that the spearhead is hanging on a ball of cotton, and it is enough to kill the whole person!

Seeing this, several people instinctively dodged, and this dodge has nothing to do with courage or not, just as a person who is brave enough to see a train rumbling towards him will definitely instinctively dodge instead of resisting.

However, the overlord, who was carrying a heavy machine cannon and was the largest and heaviest, had no time to dodge, and he could only enter the state of fusion with the heavy machine cannon in an instant, so that the machine cannon could weave a more flexible and tight fire net towards the knight's cover.

However, the knight had the reins of the horse in his left hand, and the heavily armored horse immediately made a movement that was completely disproportionate to the sturdy body, and after a dexterous jump, it had already flashed to the side, and at the same time the knight also bent almost parallel to the saddle. A net of fire was woven in the air, but only a few bullets barely kept up with the knight's figure, and a spark slipped on his black armor.

Immediately after that, the sharp and cold spear body smashed the blood beads in the sky. The giant horse covered in black armor let out a low neigh, carrying the warrior on its body, with an incomparably powerful momentum, stabbing straight from the blood rain, the tip of the spear left a silver rainbow in the air, clinging to Zheng Zha's right shoulder and slashing over, the sharp murderous aura suddenly pierced his skin with a faint pain. And Wang Zongchao, who was at the forefront of the charge, was under the most pressure and could no longer return to the rescue.

With a loud and piercing sound, the combat suit that could protect against the bullets of the assault submachine gun made a piercing metal twisting sound, and under the huge impact of the black horse, a combat suit helmet that was originally tightly integrated with the body part flew into the sky, and the overlord grabbed the stabbing knight's spear, but the tip of the cross spear. It's already pierced through his neck, peeking through the back of his neck!

"To ...... Walk...... "Grabbing the spear, the Overlord grinned, squeezing three words out of the windpipe that had begun to leak.

"Go well...... Wang Zongchao didn't look back, his hands were strengthened, and his feet accelerated forward.

The Overlord held the spear tightly, although the blood on the spear skyrocketed. But he couldn't shake him away, because the overlord had already activated his bloodline ability, assimilated with the spear, flesh and blood were connected, inseparable, and the assimilated spear gained life like a snake, and in turn wrapped the hands of the knight at the other end, dragging the mighty and terrifying knight in place, and at this time, countless dead people had surrounded the overlord from all sides like flies that saw blood, drowning the overlord in it.

And then. Just as they accelerated forward more than thirty meters, a huge explosion sounded from where the overlord was......

Zheng Zhe didn't dare to look back, and if it was possible, he even wished his ears were deaf because of every huge explosion. It means that there is a companion who has perished with the enemy.

Under the influence of grief and indignation. Even his body became heavier and heavier. He understood. I'm almost at the limit.

"Huh, twenty meters to the left. The gathering of the dead is not dense. Even...... There is a gap!" There are more and more companions on the ground of sacrifice. But Wang Zongchao's mind became surprisingly quieter and quieter. Silence. My heart was brighter than ever. Illuminates the whole body. In the senses. He seemed to feel the tiniest skin, muscles, and visceral bones in every part of his body. and even the "lonely" blade and the most subtle wooden texture of every blade and every section of the spear in his hand. It's all clear and thorough. It's like crystal. It's not just clearly visible. There will also be a qiē scene from the outside world. It's all reflected in the finest and most subtle way.

No eyes. He can also sense within hundreds of meters around him. Every dead person is dynamic. And how they form a team. Sparse and dense dù. Dangerously big to oneself. Even at the very center of the legion of the dead a hundred meters away. Dracula's body is as surging as Haitian blood. Even on a chaotic battlefield where there are blood fluctuations everywhere. It is also as clear as the moon in the sea of stars.

Sharpshooter "Lonely". Becoming more and more connected to him. The original tragic and domineering in the spear was too unbearable for the gunman to kill intent. has also blended with his own murderous intent. All in one.

Because. As his heart became more and more transparent. Perception is getting more and more subtle. He had gradually come into contact with the lonely eternal spirit hidden behind the "loneliness" of the spear like a song of generosity and sorrow......

Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain!

He immediately crossed his spear and looked at the enemy formation, with swords and guns standing in a forest of swords and guns, and the enemy soldiers were like an endless sea in the sun, but the exclamations and commotions were irrepressibly undulating on the sea like waves.

Because they are afraid, even if they have tens of thousands of male soldiers, even if they have the mighty power of "invincible", even if they have always regarded the people of the Great Song Dynasty as "two-legged sheep", wantonly rape and plunder, guns pick babies, human skulls pile towers, and kill people, they are still afraid.

They have reason to be afraid!

Five days ago, in the battle of Yuncheng, he single-handedly broke into the enemy formation, galloped back and forth, killed hundreds of enemies alone, and tried to capture the enemy chieftain. They walked through the enemy camp without seeing any trace of him, and then killed hundreds of enemy people, broke through the camp, and came and went freely, as if they had entered a no-man's land! Let the enemy soldiers be bold, and their souls will be scattered.

He looked back at the three hundred iron horsemen, from the Central Plains, countless battles, blood-stained iron clothes, how many hands and feet buried in other places. Connect Heshuo, go straight to the Central Plains, and fight here. He jumped on his horse and raised his spear, and his three hundred iron horsemen spun three hundred and hurried, roaring and rushing towards the enemy's formation.

Drive a long car, step through! Helan Mountain is lacking!!

Hatred, spears, soldiers' blood, a hundred battles to serve the country!

The enemy soldier Wanhu Chang Saba Jin made sixty pounds of mountain axe, invaded the Central Plains, killed countless people, and did not meet the opponent in front of the second army. I heard that he was outstanding in martial arts, Xiao Yong was invincible, just like Zhao Zilong on the long slope, and he didn't think so. Hurriedly led the troops to meet the battle, the two horses were wrong, and he could not send between them, so that the opponent's axe to split Huashan failed, lightly twisted the wolf's waist, and the silver spear was sent back, in the exclamation of the enemy soldiers. The huge bodies of 10,000 households have been lifted into the air!

Since then, the Yang family has returned to the name of the horse pistol, and the world has been shocked, and the enemy has changed color!

No opponent dared to fight him alone, and at this time, he led his troops to kill that man in many places, and the horse stepped on the enemy. When the gun arrived, the enemy was killed, galloping across the country, and there was no one under his command. From noon to sun, there were only a few people left in the three hundred iron cavalry, but he was still alive and well, and he actually killed all the way to where the enemy's army was.

The golden vulture sent a death order, and this person was never allowed to fight out of the encirclement, and killing him was like breaking Yue Fei's arm! The golden soldiers rushed forward like a tide. His spear danced like a dragon. As soon as the spear comes out, it will sweep down a piece, and when it is collected, it will turn over a piece.

Drive a long car, step through Helan Mountain!!!

The remnant sun is like blood, and the arrows fly like rain.

Man is a bloody man, a horse is a bloody horse, and a gun is a bloody gun. People fought bloodily, horses trampled on the company camp, spears were sharp, blood and flesh flew everywhere they went, and ghosts cried wolves. Although it is one person, one horse and one gun. The desolate and majestic ferocious and murderous aura swept through thousands of armies and swept across the battlefield. Fill the heavens and the earth!.

He still moved forward and killed the Chinese army where Marshal Jin's Wushu was. Kill more than 2,000 enemies, and kill more than 100 Jin soldiers and generals from 10,000 households and 50 chiefs of 100 households.

Driving, long car, stepping through, Helan Mountain, lack of !!!

Zhuang is hungry for hulu meat. Laugh and talk about thirsty for Hun blood!

Ambition is sky, and the pride is long. Gallop through thousands of troops and horses to take the head of the enemy chieftain.

An arrow in the body, break the shaft of the arrow, forward!

If you don't have to break an arrow, you still move forward with an arrow!

It's a pity that the horses under the crotch screamed sadly, and it was difficult to walk, the silt of the Xiaoshang River trapped the galloping horses, the sound of bangzi sounded, and the overwhelming rain of arrows shot at him who was trapped.

He danced his spear like a windmill to protect his whole body, but with a little force, the war horse fell downward, and after a rain of arrows, he was still hit by several arrows. He gritted his teeth, snapped the feathered arrows he shot at him one by one, and stared coldly at the golden vulture on the other side of the river.

The sound of bangs rang out again, and the second round of arrows came again! followed by the third round, the fourth round...... He finally lost the power to swing his gun......

Vaguely, he could still see himself who had just entered the elementary school field, "I am Yang Zaixing, the descendant of the Duke of Ling." Today's champion has the right to let you meet again in the future. ”

Vaguely, he could still see himself who fought more than 100 times with Yue Fei, "The eldest husband is alive, and it is regarded as an immortal fame." ”

Vaguely, he still wants to return to Bianjing, and he also wants to recover the great rivers and mountains in the north...... "Zhuxian Town, but I can't go......" The general died to serve his family and country, and his ambition was unrewarded......

This scene, like electricity and illusion, flashed in Wang Zongchao's mind in an instant, and then became ethereal and misty, returning to chaos.

In the "loneliness" of the magic spear, what is pinned on is not Yang Zaixing's complete soul that can communicate with people after all, but only his indomitable spirit, which regards thousands of troops and horses as nothing, and is extremely domineering and tragic, and his boundless fighting spirit and unyielding will to fight to death.

This killing intent is not only Yang Zaixing's, but also includes the three hundred iron cavalry soldiers who died with him, and even the blood and martial spirit that burned in the hearts of every person who did not want to give in in the era when the mountains and rivers were broken and the lives were devastated, as well as the heart of swearing to fight to the death every inch of mountains and rivers and every inch of blood.

That is the imprint of an era, and it is also the spirit of the dragon that sleeps in the hearts of every Chinese person and can be awakened by passionate passion, so this awe-inspiring spirit can transcend life and death and be inherited to this day!

Although it is only a trace of imprint, this killing intent is so upright, so fierce, and so thick that it can be said to be unparalleled in the world, and it is too difficult to find the owner of the gun that matches it.

Without the same high degree of martial arts cultivation, without a similar state of mind and understanding, the gun-wielder's own murderous fighting intent will never be able to coordinate with the "loneliness" of the spear, the weak will not be able to withstand this unwavering killing intent with a gun, and although the strong can be forcibly controlled with a gun, they will never be able to achieve the spirit of the man and the gun, and achieve the unity of man and gun.

Hence the name of the gun - "Lonely"!

As early as when he joined forces with Wang Zongchao to besiege Dracula, Zheng Zha had already consumed most of his body, and at this time in the bloody battle, Zheng Zha was no longer fighting with the strength of muscles, galloping internal strength, and domineering blood energy, his muscles were sore, and he didn't obey the call, the dantian was like an empty dry well, and the extremely weak blood energy was shrunk in the brain.

He was already fighting with his own will, his own mind, and his own soul. Every time a shot is stabbed, every shot is thrown, he must devote himself to the strongest will, and gamble his soul in order to squeeze a trace of strength from his already weak body so that he can continue to fight.

He was absolutely sure that as long as he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief and the thought of resting flashed, he would fall like a piece of wood without any suspense.

Zheng Zha knows that the condition of other companions who are still fighting side by side with him will inevitably not be half better than him, and in contrast to it, the dead in front of him are becoming more and more dense, there are more and more strong characters, and the bloody wind is still boundless!

But he was surprised to find that he was moving faster and faster!

One qiē is all because of the man who took the lead in one shot, he can feel that this man seems to have undergone some amazing changes, not only is he not exhausted for a long time, but he is getting stronger and stronger!

In the past, Wang Zongchao shot out, and the barrel of the gun shook, like dozens of giant poisonous snakes flying out of the hole, back and forth, dazzling, but now, the gun in his hand seemed to be swinging more and more slowly, plain, a shot is a shot, and his gun is no longer accurate, many times, even if the dead are densely packed around, his shot is still pierced in the air!

But with every shot he stabbed, the sound of crackling in the air was endless, like thunder, and with this sound, the heads of the dead within a meter around the tip of his spear all exploded out of thin air as if they had been struck by lightning!

It's not that he's not stabbing fast, it's not that he's not stabbing accurately. On the contrary, he stabbed too quickly and accurately, and when a shot was stabbed, Zheng Zha could only see the original position of the gun, but at that moment, the gun shook dozens or hundreds of times, and the tip of the gun flew away, but he couldn't see it clearly.

Just like looking at an electric fan spinning rapidly, the speed is so fast that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but sometimes it gives people the illusion that the fan blades are rotating slowly, or even in the opposite direction, which is the miracle caused by high speed.

And the monstrous killing intent on Wang Zongchao's body, which was originally enough to make ordinary people's hearts tremble, became weaker and weaker, almost nothing, as if he was not in a bloody killing.

But every time he stabbed out, Zheng Zhe felt an inexplicable tremble, the tip of his gun pointed at it, even if it was a meter away, the dead would be like being pricked by countless invisible and qualitative needles, the skin and flesh of the body were like rotten sponges soaked in blood, often bleeding and rotten, and the body was also stiff and sluggish, allowing the next shot to be invisible and invisible to pierce their bodies.

It was the hostility and killing intent that had been condensed to the extreme, this was not an internal force, not an ability, not a magic, it was indeed just pure murderous energy, through the tip of the "lonely" spear condensed into a beam of hair that penetrated outward, under the shroud of this destroying intention and momentum, both the body of the human and the dead could no longer bear it, it was similar to thousands of needles digging into the flesh and stirring wildly.

"With Wang SIR here, I will definitely be able to kill Dracula......" Zheng Zha's thought so, and after a little distraction, he suddenly felt a sharp pain under his feet, but he was hit by a dwarf who was as short as a toddler but had a short and strong body and swung a heavy hammer into his left foot.

The sound of bones shattering was extremely crisp even in the noisy battlefield, Zheng Zha fell down with a roll, although he plunged a shot into the top of the dwarf's head at the same time as he fell to the ground and broke it, but the crushed fractured left leg could not be recovered!

"It's over...... It's a pity that I'll never see you again...... Lier ...... "Zheng Zhe's heart was miserable, and the strong sense of despair devoured all the fighting spirit and persistence almost instantly.