"Kill!"

In front of the Han Wang's Mansion, Ye Futu, who was dressed in armor, opened his eyes angrily, and a roar came out of his mouth, and then accompanied by the deafening roar of the war beast he sat down, hundreds of iron horsemen moved in unison at this moment, and hundreds of horses charged together, but they did not appear disordered at all.

It was as if there was an invisible chain that connected all the war horses and iron horsemen, and at this moment, Lin Zhan seemed to be facing no longer the original scattered cavalry soldiers, but a bone-piercing spear with a flickering cold light.

Lin Zhan's speed was so fast, he left seven bluestone broken footprints in front of the palace in an instant, and before the thunderous explosion had completely stopped, he had already faced the torrent of steel.

The Qianjun heavy sword, which was almost a person high, seemed to have turned into a huge iron pillar at this moment, with an unimaginable violent energy, crushing towards Ye Futu.

Yes, it's crushing.

The heavy sword is not sharp, and the big coincidences are unfair. Although Lin Zhan has commanded the army for many years, and he can be regarded as a genius in martial arts, his personal talent is limited, and he has never learned the peerless swordsmanship taught to him by the old Han King back then.

However, individuals have personal opportunities and fate, although Lin Zhan failed to learn Ye Xuangang's ever-changing swordsmanship, but after the teaching and guidance of King Han, he accidentally walked out of a completely different path from the throne.

The long sword is light and elegant, flexible and changeable, and is the gentleman of the world's blades.

Most of the people who practice swordsmanship are also gentlemen like jade, but Lin Zhan is one of the alternatives, the swordsmanship in his hand is wide open and closed, and he has almost practiced the elegant sword way into the method of sticks and hammers, but it is still difficult to beat.

The heavy sword in Lin Zhan's hand slashed sideways with a chilling wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was already approaching Ye Futu's body, and the violent momentum almost made him feel like he was about to be blown out.

Ye Futu's face was full of hideous colors, and the green tendons on his forehead were flared up, and the whole person was like an angry male lion, exuding a violent aura.

The military strength gathered by hundreds of iron horsemen was also blessed on his body at this moment, and even the strange beast he sat down was connected with him as a whole at this moment, and in an instant, Ye Futu's breath rose like a wave, and the spear in his hand pierced out, and even a sonic boom roared.

On the one hand, he is a master of martial arts, and he practices the method of opening and closing the heavy sword, and on the other hand, he is the leader of the hundred-man cavalry formation, and the aura of collision between the two is naturally quite terrifying, and the domineering energy is raging, smashing all the bluestones under their feet.

The collision between the two only lasted for a moment, and when a thunderous roar came from Lin Zhan's feet again, his figure returned to the door of the Han King's Mansion, and the heavy sword in his hand trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a buzzing sound, and the expression on his face was also quite solemn.

On the other hand, compared to Lin Zhan's retreat of footwork, Ye Futu looked a little embarrassed. But fortunately, the strange beast under his seat was connected with his breath, although the war beast under the seat was blasted back several feet away, but he was not directly blasted out.

Lin Zhan glanced down at the heavy sword in his hand, the aura on the Qianjun sword still did not disperse, exuding an earthy yellow light like a mountain, but Lin Zhan's gaze passed through the vitality of the sword, and at the blade of the sword, there was an obvious dent trace.

Obviously, even if it was a heavy sword, it was still a little difficult to withstand being stabbed by the piercing shot under the blessing of his cavalry array.

On the other side, Ye Futu, who had an ugly face, directly threw the long hair in his hand to the ground.

At this time, the iron spear made with a special technique had been completely deformed, and even the tip of the spear that was originally extremely sharp had been completely flattened, and there were countless fine cracks on the shape below, which was obviously no longer usable.

Raising his hand and taking another spear from the hand of the rider beside him, Ye Futu's face was already full of madness at this time.

He has already set up a military formation, fighting one by hundred, if he still can't take down the person opposite, then Ye Futu doesn't have to go back to the Mountain King's Mansion again, just apologize for his crimes, his father-in-law can't afford to lose this face.

"Destroy the mountain!"

Ye Futu raised the war spear in his hand, and an angry roar came out, and behind him, more than 100 horsemen also stained their eyes with blood, and a hoarse roar echoed in front of this cold king's mansion.

"A is like a mountain, a halberd is like a bone, the battle will be broken, and the defeat will die!"

With the roar of all the horsemen, a wound seemed to appear in Ye Futu's palm, and the red blood stretched along the place where he held his palm, and in the blink of an eye, the war spear was covered with a dazzling blood.

And when the tip of the spear was stained with blood, something in his body seemed to be broken, and behind him, the mounts under the seats of hundreds of horsemen also seemed to be awake, and they all staggered, and the formation seemed to be scattered a lot for a while.

When Lin Zhan saw this scene, his eyes became more and more solemn, and he replaced the heavy sword he originally held in one hand with two hands, but he couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.

Although this Ye Futu is a bit stupid, he is a veritable general above the commander, and after perceiving Lin Zhan's cultivation, he almost instantly dispelled the idea of defeating him, and changed his tactics in an instant.

At this time, although the formation of the hundreds of cavalry generals seemed to be scattered, the military formation did not disperse, but Ye Futu took the initiative to give up complete control and let the generals return to themselves.

In this way, it is naturally impossible to completely bless the power of hundreds of people on him as he did just now, but when he charges again, as long as he blocks Lin Zhan for a moment, these hundred iron horsemen can naturally step through the gate of this palace.

I have to say that his trick of drawing wages from the bottom of the kettle is indeed beautiful enough, at least Lin Zhan himself is not sure that he can block the charge of hundreds of people with one person.

After all, he is a human being, not a god. Even if Xiu Wei stepped into the realm of the grandmaster, without the protection of the royal realm, it would be impossible to block everyone in front of him, as long as he missed any of them, he would be able to rush into the palace, although there were many formations engraved on the mansion and walls, but how could these dead things stop this tiger and wolf army.

"Battle Formation!"

Lin Zhan held his sword in both hands, and a low cry came out of his mouth, and a large number of soldiers wearing black armor walked out of the palace behind him in an instant, which was naturally the Black Oblivion Army he commanded.

It's just that the armor soldiers he stopped in the palace at this time are very limited, and it is naturally impossible to place the entire team in the palace, so although this black armor looks like a lot, it is a little thin compared to the more than 100 iron horses.

The black iron armor stood together, and in addition to Zhan Ge, he also held a black armor shield in his hand, and slapped the shield with the blade in his hand, and the aura of dozens of people also gathered at this moment.