The three-way thousand-man team marched all the way, completely ignoring the damage to the horses and the fatigue of the personnel, all for the sake of speed. The three commanders took the lead, each staring at the road in front of him and staring into the distance.

It seems that it is worthy of the march and observation of the three commanders all the way at any cost, and one person and one horse soon appeared in the eyes of the three commanders.

The clothes were ragged, and a wine gourd on his waist that had been used for an unknown period of time was touched and shiny, and the hair that was messy like a bird's nest was tied so casually, but between his eyebrows and eyes there was a seven-point grace and three points of grace, and his extremely thin lips were tightly pursed, and the man who rode an old horse that was so thin that it seemed to be blown down by the wind was still moving forward slowly, and he didn't seem to care about the murderous army rushing in front of him.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge. If you are prepared, why should I increase my troubles?

The young man, who looked like a beggar but had a handsome face, shook his head for a moment, then laughed loudly and dismounted, turning his hand and shaking out a steel spear head that was a foot five inches long. The man raised his feet and ran forward, but there was not half a grain of sand rising from the ground under his feet, but there was a subtle tremor on the ground that was difficult to see to the naked eye.

I don't know if it's a down-and-out or a romantic man, so the commander in the middle has become the first target. The commander didn't see any change in his expression, and his face like a stone statue showed a bit of determination. With a wave of the command flag in his hand, the entire thousand-man cavalry army quickly began to change horses and change formations, turning into a wedge-shaped formation with an efficiency and silence far beyond the level of ordinary Yuan court cavalry, and with the commander of the thousand commanders as the head of the sharpness, he slammed straight into the sloppy man who rushed forward as if he was gliding on the ground.

The sloppy man held the exaggerated length of the spear head in his hand with his left hand, held it weakly in his right hand, and the two fingers in the middle of the index were slightly convex, and then his fingers shook forward, pouring all the internal strength from the dantian into the end of the spear head that was instantly in the air.

The movement with the sharp metal vibrating sound seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, and instead of being infinitely magnified as the wedge-shaped charging thousand-man cavalry thought, it became more and more floating. The commander who ran at the head swung the wolf's tooth lance in his hand with a blow that swept through the thousands of troops, and the commander who did not dare to have the slightest contempt for the enemy tried to be able to parry a little, and not to die under the opponent's martial arts methods before he charged to the maximum power.

But when the commander swung out his lance, he found that the wolf tooth lance in his hand did not feel like it had hit any object.

It turned out that the five-foot-long steel spear head drew a perfect long arc in the air, and flew all the way out along the right edge of the wedge-shaped formation formed by the thousand-man cavalry. At this time, if you look down from the air, you can find that this flying gun, which seems to be thundering and raining, has actually had a huge impact invisibly.

The wedge-shaped formation formed by thousands of horses subconsciously contracted to the other side because of the flying spears that suddenly slashed, which made the already tight charging formation start to be a little crowded.

The sloppy man who punched and flew the gun showed a smile on his face, and the whole person suddenly fell to the wrong in the middle of running, and the whole person leaned to the left half against common sense and suddenly accelerated, which was really called a smear of oil on the soles of his feet, like a live loach sliding past the left flank of the wedge that was slightly contracted, leaving the commander who had already planned to sacrifice his life to fight with a stunned face.

"Stupid people are still stupid people, and they only know what is the point of using brute force?, but I'd rather believe that you are pretending, otherwise what are the friends in the wings who are good at their skills and deliberately leak their hiding?" the sloppy man muttered in a voice that only he could hear, and then clenched his left hand, which had been raised in vain.

The spear head that was supposed to be straight and straight until it fell with all its strength suddenly slammed into the grip of the sloppy man's left fist, and then returned to the sloppy man's body less than two feet in an instant at a speed far superior to castration.

The steel spear head was gone, not to mention more than a dozen cavalrymen were killed, and the impact sound produced when the spear head and the gun shaft were combined firmly made this thousand-man cavalry who dared to fight to the death tremble.

In the sloppy man's hand, a combination of a long steel rod and the huge five-foot-long gun head formed an exaggerated big gun with two feet and three feet, and the movement of the gun head stuck into the gun barrel was like a thunderclap, which made people's scalp tingle when they heard it. The sloppy man didn't wait for the thousand-man team that was staggered with him to react, and he had already slid out again with the big gun with exaggerated length and even more exaggerated weight in his hand.

This time, the sloppy man's target was the thousand-man team that flanked from the left. The dozens of people led by that team were completely unaffected by the momentum of the sloppy man just now, and almost at the same time as the sloppy man attacked, they all dismounted, and each of them swooped down on the sloppy man with a strange blade.

A hoe for ploughing, a hammer for striking iron, scissors for cutting paper, a stone grinding disc for grinding wheat, a basket for carrying things, and so on. The vanguard of about forty people in total were holding "weapons" that ordinary people would have but should not use in martial artists, and more than ten of them came empty-handed.

The sloppy man slid forward with the tail of the gun in his right hand, and slammed his left palm on the barrel of the gun. This steel spear weighing hundreds of pounds was suddenly bounced up by the sloppy man like the strings of the piano, and a domineering gun that was originally murderous and awe-inspiring instantly turned into a feminine python that was extremely flexible.

The pioneer who rushed out of the cavalry on the left was the leader, and the man originally held the big basket in his hand and rushed straight away, and when he saw the sloppy man pull the gun in his left hand, he almost instantly made the action of lifting the basket and swinging his body, but he was still cleverly avoided by the sloppy man's seemingly casual whip gun, which could never be regarded as an ordinary big basket, and directly smashed the head of the person holding the basket.

No one expressed surprise or fear, not even anger. The stormtroopers, who still had the advantage of numbers, continued their charge, and they wanted to use their lives to kill the man in front of them who was holding a big gun with his real name "Silver Python".

The sloppy man still maintained a gliding posture with the tail end of the gun in his right hand, but he straightened into an arc again, and his left palm was instantly plucked three times.

The spear danced like a silver snake.

The five-foot spear turned into a giant mouth of a silver python, and in the dance, an empty-handed man "dug out" a blood hole the size of a sea bowl in his chest before he put his palms together, and then drilled a round hole in the waist of another bench user who wanted to take the opportunity to pounce. The third person dodged the poisonous dragon drill, but at the moment of attack, he was smashed hard by the rebounding gun, and then fell to the ground, and died no more.

If there were so many of them in the Right Army, I'd be a bit of a bad guy. Hey.

The sloppy man still had a smile on his lips, and his left palm rose again, like a pianist caressing the strings.