The sound of horses' hooves became clearer, and the elders became panicked, and they cried out, "Back! The Honors quickly turned around and raised their spears in unison.

Andrew's face was bloodless, he calmly looked at the swordsmen who suddenly came in front of him, without fear, without panic. These things can't save your life, and people in the killing have no mercy, and sometimes fear will only make your death more painful.

Giya stepped back cautiously, he squeezed Andrew's hand tightly, and the horror was perfectly displayed on her face, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

Wind and dust protected them behind him, and he straightened up to meet them. He has experienced this scene countless times, in the school field, and more on the battlefield, "When you can't avoid it, then smile and meet it, so that you will not be afraid." He remembered what his commander had said to him the first time he went into battle.

Yin Li rode a pure white horse, looking at the young man in front of him with a puzzled face, a short gray robe wrapped in strong muscles, covered with a pair of dark red leather armor, a dark blue silk silk tied around his waist, his eyes were full of longing, a bloodthirsty desire, like a male lion staring at goats everywhere.

Li Hanwen quietly followed the teacher, and behind him were two thousand heavily armored swordsmen, who straddled their war horses and held the Divine Sword in their hands to quietly maintain the charging formation.

This distance is the best distance for the charge, the horse runs, at this distance is the perfect embodiment of the impact force, close, the advantage of the horse's speed can not be shown, far away, the horse is tired, the impact force is the end of the strong crossbow. Feng Chenyang understood that the other party must also be a battle-hardened veteran, and a cold sweat broke out in the palm of his sword hand.

In the silent air of the confrontation, a rotting stench spread, and Feng Chenyang frowned, but his eyes were fixed on the samurai on the white horse.

The elders smelled the air, the fear on their faces, and together they stretched out a huge light blue shield, protecting the wind and dust, as if a strong wall cut off the air, and a powerful air current blew away the fallen leaves on the ground.

In the distance, it seemed that someone was chanting something softly, and it was not clear from afar, like some ancient incantation, and slowly many voices were together, and the chanting voice gradually became louder, like a soft voice, but it was extremely harsh. A yellow circular circle appeared in the air, showing a strange rune in the middle, and the circle slowly collided with the shield, instantly embedded in the shield, and quickly rotated, the rune emitted a dazzling light. The elders held their hands up and struggled to support them, as if they were being pushed backwards by something.

Feng Chenyang inserted the sword into the scabbard at his waist, holding Andrew in one hand and Jiya in the other, and ran away. He didn't stop until he was far behind the Invalids. Andrew looked at him with disdain, "Look at you are very brave to walk up, looking desperate, running so badly." ”

Feng Chenyang dismissed, "You're stupid, aren't you? I'm saving your life." After speaking, he turned his head to look at the fierce collision of the two magic in the distance.

The sound of chanting around became more and more harsh, and finally with a "bang", the shield disappeared together with the magic circle under the continuous erosion of the magic circle, and the powerful air flow spread in the air, and the surrounding trees also trembled, and the rain gathered on the trees flowed down together.

At this moment, the charge was launched, and two thousand heavily armored swordsmen urged the war horses to gallop with a roar, and the fallen leaves brought up by the war horses churned in the air.

The elders quickly urged the spiritual power, and rows of sharp blades suddenly rose on the ground, building a solid rejection horse, and countless sharp arrows raised in the air were like a rain of arrows roaring towards the swordsman, and the chanting sound rose again, countless magic circles broke through the air, forming an insurmountable wall, sharp arrows and magic circles were intertwined in the air, the sound of impact was fierce but crisp, and the swordsmen crossed the rejection horse composed of sharp blades, raised the broken god sword with cold light, and rushed towards the Glory Guard, and the sound of metal impact began to spread.

Feng Chenyang looked at the fight in the distance, and asked lightly, "Do you know how to climb trees?"

"You don't have to worry about me, you take Jiya and get out of here, the farther away the better. Andrew's faint voice came from behind.

"We're in the middle like a bucket, are we running?" Dusty drew his sword, and in the distance a swordsman broke through the Honores' defenses, urging his horse to rush towards Andrew.

Feng Chenyang rushed towards the swordsman, approaching, only to see him jump slightly, his foot on the trunk of the tree, a light turnover, already sitting behind the swordsman, he lifted it with his hand, the burly body of the swordsman suddenly volleyed into the air, and threw it out. The swordsman slammed into the tree and tumbled down, long since he ran out of breath. Feng Chenyang rode his horse back, dragged the stunned two people onto the horse, and galloped in the direction they came.

The sound of metal crashing everywhere in the dense forest, the wind and dust walked aimlessly through the forest, and the ground was full of corpses, Jiya closed her eyes and didn't dare to look again, buried her head in Andrew's back, and hugged him tightly with two small hands.

Andrew was trying to find Eric, and he didn't know what was going on with him. After struggling to kill a few swordsmen who had fallen behind, Feng Chenyang looked agitated, his face flushed, and he gasped and didn't speak.

Andrew asked softly, "You're lost, aren't you?"

Wind and dust ignored him, his eyes looked straight ahead, Andrew looked in his direction, he saw a dwarf in bright red battle armor, he tried to spread his hands, a golden shield covered his body, beautiful golden hair was scattered on his gray-brown coat, he was trying to support, outside the shield, some black air currents were whistling in the air, like a circling python, and the pungent smell of rot filled everyone's noses.

There seemed to be some black-robed people standing on the tree, and when they looked closely, there was nothing, as if they were transparent, hidden in the darkness, but they knew that they were real, and that there were many, for such a shrill chant would certainly not be made by a few people.

Feng Chenyang saw the opportunity, and with a "whoosh", the long sword in his hand was already thrown, and the action was completed in an instant, fast and sharp. The long sword pierced the air, bringing up a silver-gray air current, piercing the shadow of the black robe that had just flickered, and the long sword pierced the black robe and stabbed straight into the trunk of the tree, making a "buzzing" trembling sound, the black robe hung down softly, hanging on the sword and swinging with the wind, the inside of the black robe was empty.