Feng Chenyang struggled to push away the oncoming crossbow arrows, the dragon spear roared in the air and slashed left and right, and the crossbow bolt hit the dragon chanting spear, making a crisp sound of "ding ding". The sound of horses' hooves behind them drowned out the wails of the arrows, and the sharp feathered arrows of the dragoons pierced the tigers and leopards who had no time to dodge, and they were led off their horses without making a sound.

The tiger and leopard riders hung up their crossbows, held their spears, and before they could instigate their horses, the sharp spears of the dragoons were already roaring and forcing over, and the tiger and leopard riders hurriedly met the battle. The cold spear blade broke through the armor and pierced through the body, and the desolate wail filled the ears.

Wind and dust Yang were the first to burst into the battle formation, and the dragon chanting spear pierced rapidly, and the roar like a dragon floated around. The fierce impact of the war horse was perfectly displayed, and the strong defensive formation of the tiger and leopard rider was broken through.

On a hill in the distance, a thin young man stood at the top of the hill. He wore a large white sleeve, he wrapped one hand into the wide sleeve, and the other hand caressed a delicate paper fan, the pale cyan black trim swaying gently in the wind. He watched the battle down the hill in silence, his face covered with disdain. "Such an elite cavalry has made such a low-level mistake. In this way, an outstanding general is worth thousands of troops!" he shook his head and sighed softly, as if muttering to himself.

The dragoons charged sharply and broke into battle. The wind and dust flew the dragon and the spear danced, and the sharp spear edge picked up a few tigers and leopards who came to block. The tremendous force was sent out with the flip of the wrist, and the cold spear edge outlined a series of beautiful curves.

The panic of the tiger and leopard cavalry did not last long, and the battle-hardened cavalry quickly adjusted their tactics. In the melee, the formation has lost its effect, and only by letting go of your hands and feet and fighting to the death against the enemy can you survive!

The cold offensive was cut off with force, and three spears were raised at the same time. The dragon chanted for a moment, and the three spears returned and walked straight, and the pitch-black spear with a sharp roar approached straight towards three different positions.

Feng Chenyang leaned back, lay on his back on horseback, roared sharply, reversed the handle of the gun, and raised the frame to return.

The tiger and leopard rode too hard to hold the spear, and the spear stabbed straight into the sky, and the broad chest was suddenly exposed. The wind and dust raised his eyes and moved quickly, and the gun swept, and the dragon chant drew a cold arc. The sharp spear blade easily tore through the armor, and it sank into the body of the tiger and leopard rider, and the chest cavity of the three tiger and leopard riders was neatly broken. A mist of blood rose in the air.

Wu Yue saw the wind and dust rising in the cavalry and assaulted left and right, as if entering a no-man's land. He frowned, urged his horse to gallop away, stabbed several dragoons, and raised his spear towards the wind and dust.

Wu Yue's wrist flipped sharply, shook the sharp spear flower, and stabbed head-on. Wind and dust quickly turned and dodged the gun. Wu Yue's spear continued unabated, and he took advantage of the situation, and quickly slashed down his chest according to the wind and dust.

The wind and dust swept the gun horizontally, blocking Wu Yue's offensive, and the dragon chanting spear rushed straight up, advancing rapidly according to Wu Yue's throat. Wu Yue returned to the gun, and the sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded.

At the moment of the wrong horse, Wu Yue turned sideways and avoided the spearhead. Just as he was about to urge the horse forward, the dusty spear blade arrived again, and a cold light appeared in the gray. A powerful murderous aura came from every edge, and the invisible pressure forced Wu Yue to fight back powerlessly, and he suddenly fell into an endless defense.

The two horses followed in a circle, always keeping a shot away. The wind and dust shot out like lightning, and the cold murderous aura that rose to the sky was centered on the dragon chanting spear, spreading rapidly to the surroundings, and the sudden dragon roar filled the vast heaven and earth.

The gazes of the two were like two lightning bolts, stabbing at each other's faces. Quickly turn his head, turn around, and the murderous spirit rises again.

The two spears exchanged fierce fire, and Wu Yue's defeat gradually became apparent. He rode his horse away, withdrew from the battle, and escaped into the crowd.

Feng Chenyang didn't chase after him, like a fierce beast with red eyes, swooping his gun towards the surging crowd. The cold spear pushed away the probing spear, and instantly straightened, directly through the oncoming tiger and leopard horseman, blood gushing out along the pitch-black spear edge, and the strong smell of blood wafted in the air.

The battle on the battlefield was stalemate, and Hanyu's two best cavalry were fighting fiercely, the sound of metal clash mixed with all kinds of shouts and scolding filled the air, and the terrible screams rose and fell with each other.

The young man on the hill was not very interested in the fierce fighting on the battlefield. He turned his gaze in Andrew's direction, pulled out the hand caged in his big sleeve, and an invisible air flow overflowed into the palm of his hand, hidden in the air, and quickly stretched towards Andrew.

Andrew sat slumped on the grass, his head hanging limply. The body was suppressed by a strange force, and the weak spiritual power could not be condensed. This force was fierce and domineering, eating away at his body, making him weak but powerless to resist.

Gia sat beside him, doubts crawling all over his face, and from time to time there were dark shadows on Andrew's face, and beads of sweat hung on his pale face. She reached out to wipe it, but before she could get close, a powerful force roared and approached.

Ji Ya hurriedly withdrew his hand, and the power rolled and advanced, and attacked Ji Ya domineeringly. The Devil Cry on his waist instantly stretched out the shield, and the two forces collided violently. With a "bang", the two were swept out by the strong air current. The war horse ridden by the tiger and leopard behind him was also affected, and he took two steps back.

"Look for death!" the cavalry cursed, the cold spear still facing the back of their necks.

Andrew fell to the ground, his body as if he didn't listen. Youruo gently helped him up, with a look of concern.

An invisible air flow gently poured into Andrew's body, and Andrew's body trembled violently. The strange power in the body seemed to be suppressed, and the two forces clashed fiercely. As the air flow continued to pour in, Andrew's body gradually recovered, and the strange power was slowly dissolved in his body and completely disappeared.

Andrew looked around suspiciously, the faint flow of spiritual power in his body was no longer hindered, the influx of air was gradually being absorbed, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth was pouring into his body continuously. He saw the young man in the white sleeves on the hill in the distance, and the two of them looked at each other from a distance, and they could feel the strong longing in each other's eyes.

The young man on the hill stopped moving, looked at everything below the mountain, and slowly moved forward. Andrew watched him quietly, his steps light and slow, but his figure was erratic, as if walking in the air. It was just a flash of his way to Andrew's side.

The three tigers and leopards behind him shot instantly, and their faces were full of horror. The spear in his hand seemed to be controlled by something, and he couldn't stab half a point with all his strength, and the air seemed to be suppressed.

The young man ignored the red-faced tiger and leopard riders behind him, and just shot his gaze at the cavalrymen in battle. The breeze lifted his white sleeves, revealing his lotus-like arms. He pinched his knuckles, closed his eyes slightly, and looked up in confusion. "How so?"