The first wave of arrow rain was blocked by Zhou Fei, and it did not surprise the cavalry.

They are well aware of the strength of this man.

This round of arrow rain is just a temptation.

The real purpose is to consume.

Only by consuming Zhou Fei's aura to a certain level can he have a chance to win the final victory.

At the same time, the goal of the cavalry was not to kill Zhou Fei.

It was Ling Zhaoyan who was hiding behind Zhou Fei.

The cavalry commander was expressionless and gave the order for a second round of attacks.

The rain of arrows is once again overwhelming.

Zhou Fei also realized that if he continued like this, his physical strength and aura would be consumed in vain, and there was only one way to win.

Rush!

Melee attacks.

When you think of it, you do it.

Zhou Fei broke out in an instant and rushed out like an arrow off the string.

A smile appeared on the cavalry commander's face.

Finally, you can't take it anymore?

If you don't come out, I won't be able to deal with Ling Zhaoyan.

The cavalry commander made a gesture, and the few cavalrymen at the back of the team immediately broke away from the team and made a detour to run in front of Ling Zhaoyan.

The rest of the people tried their best to hold Zhou Fei down. The cavalry commander gave the order.

"Yes!"

The cavalry roared in unison.

But soon the cavalry commander sensed that something was wrong.

Zhou Fei didn't even show any signs of turning back.

He seemed to have given up on Ling Zhaoyan completely.

Keep sprinting and keep rushing forward.

The cavalry commander was inexplicably flustered.

But at this point, he felt that he could not do anything but shout: "Hold him down!"

As long as Ling Zhaoyan is killed, the task will be completed.

As for how many people will die, it is not within the scope of the cavalry commander's consideration.

After all, he won't die.

The cavalry also knew how heavy the burden was, so they didn't dare to be careless, and tried their best to urge the horses under their hips, forming a black whirlwind, galloping wildly on the frozen soil in the extreme north.

Originally, the distance between the two sides was not very far, but now they are rushing close to each other with all their might, that is, in the blink of an eye, the two sides have entered the range that can be attacked.

Zhou Fei's expression was still calm, he held the hilt of the knife tightly, and when the first cavalry was about to arrive, Zhou Fei rose into the air and slashed it with a knife!

The first cavalry suddenly separated from his head and body.

Even the horse under the crotch was not spared, and was directly split into two pieces by Zhou Fei's blade.

The horse sprinted some distance before it fell.

Behind him was a long streak of blood, as well as internal organs scattered on the ground.

However, it was soon frozen by the cold winds of the far north.

Some gore, and some poignant.

Zhou Fei rushed into the cavalry.

The knife in his hand is like the cold wind in the far north, and where it blows, someone's head will surely fly.

For a while, blood splattered and wails were everywhere.

Zhou Fei didn't stop at all, his eyes were only on the cavalry commander who had not moved.

Onward, onward!

The cavalry panicked.

Zhou Fei's strength was even more terrifying than they imagined, originally thought that on such a field, the cavalry had a natural advantage, but who would have thought that just one round of sprinting would lose nearly a quarter of their combat effectiveness.

The cavalry commander's face turned pale.

When he received this mission, he knew that this mission would be very difficult.

Zhou Fei's prestige has spread throughout the Great Wilderness in the past year.

He was completely different from ordinary practitioners.

Very few practitioners engage in close combat with their enemies.

Most cultivators will use their weapons to attack from a distance, either by using runes or telekinesis, in short, to keep themselves at an absolutely safe distance from the enemy.

Of course, this is not to say that those cultivators are not suitable for hand-to-hand combat, but the cultivators disdain this way of fighting, and find it rude and unaesthetic.

However, Zhou Fei is different, in his battle creed, as long as he can defeat the enemy, he can use any method, even including some methods that even the bandits feel very shameless, Zhou Fei can use very smoothly.

At the same time, Zhou Fei was also well aware of a truth, that is, the vast majority of cultivators did not know how to fight in close quarters, as long as they were close to them, they could achieve victory.

Therefore, Zhou Fei is particularly keen on hand-to-hand combat with enemies, and has accumulated a wealth of experience from this.

In a moment's effort, Zhou Fei had already broken through the two directions of the cavalry regiment and approached the cavalry commander.

The cavalry commander also waited for a long time, and when Zhou Fei was about to pounce, he choked and pulled out his scimitar, preparing to fight.

However, what he didn't expect was that he only had time to pull out the knife......

The snow drink knife sank through his chest and came out from behind.

On the tip of the knife was sticky blood.

The moment the snow drinking knife was drawn, the cavalry commander felt a strong wind burrow into his lungs.

He breathed hard, making a "hehe" gasp.

Then it fell straight to the ground.

The frozen ground in the far north was very hard, falling from the horses' backs, and wearing armor, the collision directly caused the cavalry commander to faint.

Death awaits him.

It's okay to die without being aware of it.

It's better than a painful struggle.

Zhou Fei turned over the horse led by the cavalry, his legs clamped the horse's belly violently, the horse neighed, and ran towards Ling Zhaoyan's side quickly.

The cavalry commander also had a bow hanging from his saddle.

Zhou Fei stabilized his body and stretched out his bow and arrows.

The arrows whizzed out, but it gave the impression that it was too late.

Zhou Fei's face was expressionless, but he urged the horse under his crotch harder.

On the other side, six cavalrymen had already touched Ling Zhaoyan's side and launched an attack on her.

Ling Zhaoyan didn't move from beginning to end.

She was still very weak.

But in the face of these cavalry, her face did not show too panicked looks, on the contrary, she was very calm.

It was as if the horsemen had not come to kill her, but to chat with her.

The cavalry also felt a little problematic.

It is impossible for a person to be so calm when facing death.

There can only be one explanation for being so calm, and that is that there is fraud.

But if you look around, it doesn't seem like there's any trap.

No matter, go on.

As the cavalry at the head of the platoon took the lead in sprinting, the other cavalry also followed, brandishing scimitars to kill Ling Zhaoyan.

It's just that these cavalrymen didn't notice that Ling Zhaoyan was holding a few pieces of wood in his hands.

It was a piece of wood engraved with an inscription by Zhou Fei.

When the cavalry rushed over, Ling Zhaoyan threw the pieces of wood out.

The wood chips are very thin, but they are very sharp, and more importantly, they have a GPS system that flies directly into the eyes of these cavalrymen.

The cavalrymen had never seen such an attack, and they did not dare to be careless, so they could only use their knives to chop these pieces of wood.

What they didn't expect was that the impact of the blade and the wood chips actually made a golden resonance sound!

Where is this wood chip, this is an iron chip.

And it's also a dark iron.

Some of the cavalryman's scimitars were even knocked out of the wood.

The cavalry panicked.

At the same time, they heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from behind them.

Zhou Fei had already dealt with the other enemies and was rushing to this side.

Ling Zhaoyan had to be killed before Zhou Fei, otherwise the deaths of the others would be meaningless.

The cavalry rushed forward like crazy.

Wood chips engraved with inscriptions alone could not stop a group of mad people.

Ling Zhaoyan exhaled secretly, and then slowly raised his hand.

A sword that was completely condensed from "qi" floated up from her back.

The moment the sword came to the top of Ling Zhaoyan's head, it suddenly cracked into dozens of flying swords of the same volume.